Dun Dun Dun. A new story. A new romance blossoming. I have been on a significant CSI MIAMI binge on my days off. What can I say…Speed and Ryan are cute. Not that Delko and Jake are bad but, to each their own.
So anywho, after a very long writing break and even longer life (the end of my writing for my NCIS story occurred at a time in my life where an engagement ended, I had to move in with family that wound up being a disaster and trying to re-establish my life) I have decided it has been FAR too long. So I will keep updating my NCIS Tim Mcgee/Bella story, my CSI Vegas story and now this one.
So, who is Christa. Christa, is an OC. She is my work of brilliant and delirious writing. CSI MIAMI is not owned by me. Never was, never will be (aside from season buying and Netflix binging) . This is solely for entertainment value, I get no money of any kind. Please review, message, what not, just no hunting me down with pitchforks if you don't mind. My house sucks and is likely very flammable. There will be some alternative reality (obviously as poor Ryan never got the girl, which is why I am stepping in). K? K. Any questions? Good. Let's get started.
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Bright, warm and humid. Another day in the beautiful and busy life of Miami Florida. Of course, being beautiful and busy means that everyone is out enjoying the city. Including the law breakers, of whatever variety they may be.
It's barely 6am when Ryan is walking up the morning stairs to the Miami Dade Crime Lab building. Morning shift starts early, grabbing the cool metal handle to the double glass doors; Ryan steps onto the cool marble flooring of the police department, heading up to the crime lab.
Stepping off the elevators, Ryan heads past the receptionist desk, hearing laughter and chatting from female voices. One is recognizable without a doubt; he can place Calleigh's laughter from anywhere even though he hasn't been working with the team long. The other was a voice he didn't recognize.
His peripheral vision catches movement to his left. Turning his head as he walks past, he spots Calleigh laughing with another female who he doesn't recognize. Light caramel brown hair pulled back into a tight, high ponytail, swishes slightly emphasizing slightly with her movements. The badge on her hip suggests that she's part of MDPD in some capacity.
The pair chats for a few more minutes before walking towards the main center of the room, "Allright, well try to get some sleep. Lord knows you deserve it if even half of that story is true."
"Come on Calleigh, it's me. Like I tell tall stories," the mystery woman retorts with a smidge of laughter in her voice as she heads towards the elevator. Waving goodbye as she steps into the elevator, "Have fun Calleigh!"
Watching the elevator doors close on the woman before going down, no doubt to take her to the lobby, Ryan glances over at his new teammate, curiosity getting the best of him. "Hey Calleigh, who was that?"
"That? Oh that was one of the women from grave shift. She's typically out of here before now but according to her, they had a crazy night with calls so she could stuck here longer than usual." Calleigh replies as she starts heading to the layout room. "She'sa bit of a talker, so take anything she says with a slight grain of salt, though she likes to deny it.
"Oh. Ok." Thinking no further about the NOC shift female, Ryan resumes his trip to the locker room to grab his gear needed for the upcoming day.
Here's hoping that today was not as crazy as night shift had been.