Title: The Secrets We Keep
Summary: Ryan falls for the new CSI, but will something end this relationship before it gets off the ground? Ryan/OC
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI:LV or CSI:Miami characters (even thought I really wish I did). I do own Gianna Silvio, and any other characters that don't belong to the people that own the CSI 'empire'.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a CSI:Miami fic, so please be gentle. The only time I get to watch it is when it's on A&E. I want to keep up with this story, seeing how as I have a lot of ideas in my teenage mind. I don't know how often I'll update with school, and my grades, and my job. It's a struggle
I want to rock and roll all night, and party everyday
I want to rock and roll all night, and party everyday
The sounds of Kiss blast from a radio somewhere in the distance, under the warm Miami sun. Miami had been my home as a kid and would be my home as an adult. Las Vegas taught me a lot about people and about myself. When my father died, he had made it know that his last wish was for his two daughters to be in Miami, together, as a family. Things in Vegas had gone bad; I had gotten way too attached to a case with a dead little girl. Because of said attachment, the team almost didn't get the conviction we needed and wanted. I figured after IAB got done with me that it was time for a change. I came back to Miami, my head full of new ideas, and ready for a fresh start at life. I had just hoped that my past would stay in Las Vegas, and not follow me to Miami. I walk into the large lab, noticing that it looked like it had just been remodeled, and smelled like a fresh coat of paint.
"Giana Silvio, I presume."
I turn around and see source of the voice standing behind me.
"Lieutenant Caine?"
"Horatio, please."
"Horatio, it's good to finally be here."
He smiled kindly, making me feel right at home in this new place.
"Well, the Las Vegas crime lab gave you good markings. Aparently, Gil Grissom really liked you."
"Gil is really good at what he does. He's a great guy to work with."
Horatio nods his head, and points ahead of the two of us.
"I'll show you where your locker is, then we can go meet the rest of the team."
"Sounds good to me."
We walk into the locker room, where I stash my stuff in a locker, then we go into the morgue.
"Alexx, meet Gianna Silvio, Level 2 CSI. Gianna, this is Alexx Woods, the coroner."
I extended my hand in professional courtesy, which she accepted a few seconds later.
"Hi Alexx."
"Hello sweetie."
Horatio led me out of the room, and into the DNA lab.
"H, I ran those prints for you."
I see a tanned person of assumably Cuban decent, in his late 20's-early 30's standing in front of us.
"Eric Delko, meet Gianna Silvio, level 2."
"Yeah, I know her. Her family used to spend the summer down the street from where I lived."
"Delko wasn't the easiest kid to spend time with as kids."
Horatio, Delko, and I all smiled at the playful banter between Eric and I.
"Where's Ryan and Calleigh?"
"Ballistics."
We all finished the conversation, leaving Eric in the room, and headed to the other rooms. A few seconds later, we turn into what is the ballistics lab.
"Horatio, Calleigh taught me how to use the laser sight. It's so cool."
The man is mid-late 20's, at least six feet tall, light brown/dark blonde hair, and the most gorgeous blue eyes you've ever seen in your life. Next to him is another beautiful blonde woman, who seemed about the same age as Delko.
"Gianna, this is Ryan Wolfe, level 3,a nd Calleigh Duquesne, level 3. This is Gianna Silvio, level 2, transferred from Las Vegas."
"Hi."
I shook Calleigh's hand. She looked like a sweet, kind woman that had a few secrets of her own hidden beneath the tough as nails exterior.
"and Hey Ryan."
"Hello Miss Silvio."
"Oh, Gianna, please."
He shook my hand and smiled. Instantaneously, I knew that working here would be fun. Horatio soon excused himself from the room, leaving Ryan, Calleigh, and I alone.
"Standard procedure. Step over here, Gianna, so we can test your shooting skills."
Calleigh handed me a standard police issue .9 mm smith & Wesson.
"Just aim for the middle."
"and see if you can beat my old record. I'm the only one to ever get perfect."
I turn and see Ryan smiling smugly. Now I knew I had to beat this silly record.
"Whenever you're ready, Gianna."
I begin firing, then hand the now empty weapon over to Calleigh, and hit the button to bring the target to me. Every single last bullet had hit in the middle. I grinned and handed the target to Ryan.
"if you two would excuse me, I'm going to go file some of this paperwork with personnel."
I turn and leave Ryan with his jaw still hanging to the floor.
"Looks like you've got some competition now, Ryan."
"can't say I'd mind that kind of competition."
Calleigh rolls her eyes, and starts cleaning the weapon. As I walk out of the ballistics lab, I know that it was going to be easy to move back with friends like that
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