I'm back with a new story.I know I told some of you it'll take a while, but I just couldn't wait anymore. I'm addicted.... I hope you enjoy this story. I maybe have to raise the rating later on, because there's going to be some really gruesome stuff... but for now, I think that's okay....

This story has been inspired by the wonderful song "Run this town" by Jay-Z, Rihanna and Kanye West, and the athmosphere in the videoclip for that song. I don't own lyrics, video or music. Furthermore, I don't own CSI MIami and it's characters, but I do own Nicole Ferguson, my OC. The title of this chapter is also taken from "Run this town". I don't intend any copyright infringement on songs or TV shows, so please don't sue me.... Oh, and I don't own Back to the future nor Michael J. Fox or anything else you recognize.

Enjoy.

1. Feel it coming in the air….

It was an early sunny morning when Ryan Wolfe arrived in Coral Gables, Miami. The crime scene he was walking to was a nice mansion. He looked around, but his Hummer was the only CSI car at the scene. He sighed; so he was going solo today. Part of him regretted it; he had noticed along the way that it was always good to exchange thoughts with a fellow CSI. But on the other hand, he was glad that he was alone. After his encounter with the Russians weeks ago and his 'betrayal' to Calleigh and Delko, he felt more at ease being on his own, when nobody was casting nasty hidden looks at him and scrutinizing his work. He nodded at the patrol securing the area,

"Hey, Marty. How's things?"

Marty Baker, a cop Ryan knew from his times with patrol, grinned, "You mean, generally, or in there?" He pointed at the house.

Ryan shook hands with him, "I meant generally. I'm going to see the mess in there early enough."

Marty smiled, "Well, mess is the right word for it. Had two of my guys puking their guts out. But I'm fine, thanks for asking. How about you, Mr CSI? It's been a while since I last saw you."

"I'm cool. How's Carol?" Carol was Marty's wife.

"She's fine too. A bit worried; we're about to have our second child. A girl this time. We think of calling her Samantha."

"That's cool. Congratulations." Ryan sighed, "I'd love to chat a bit more, but if I don't hurry up, Tripp is going to bite my head off."

"Don't worry about that. Tripp is in little Havana with CSI Boa Vista and Delko. Nic is in there."

"Great. I see you later." Ryan had to grin. He liked Frank Tripp, but since that incident a few years ago, when Ryan had been fired, things between Tripp and him had become a little reserved. But with Nicole, he had developed some sort of a friendship during the last months. Their last case had only contributed to that. As he walked into the mansion, he was really glad he was going to work on a case with her, and none of the others. A shame what has become of our team… The entrance hall of the mansion welcomed him with a real mess. Five DBs, all male except for one, all dead by gunshots, and blood and brain matter all over the place. "Good I haven't had breakfast yet…"

Nicole, who stood in the middle of the whole mess, raised her head, "Yeah, tell me about it… I saw two of our patrol guys vomiting all over the place…. Good morning, by the way."

"Morning." He looked at Nicole, then grinned, "You know, this is the first time I see you all dressed in white. You look like an angel ready to guide those guys to heaven…"

Nicole gave him an annoyed look, "That cop out there asked me if I had planned to get married today. I'll never do that again. Next time, I'll be back in pink."

"Looks great with your hair…" He then smiled, "And you're standing right in the middle of my crime scene?"

Nicole raised her hands in defence, "I know, I know, don't mess up the crime scene. I promise I haven't touched anything, and you can have my shoes later on, but when I heard the address, I had to check."

"Anything special about it? Besides the fact that no one of us could afford that place?"

Nicole pointed at the victim closest to her feet, "Let me introduce; this is Alfredo Marcinelli. Signore Marcinelli, Ryan Wolfe. He is, I mean, was, one of Miami's biggest drug lords." She walked over to the next body, "His bodyguard, Marcello De Luca. De Luca's son, Carlo. Over there we have Fredo's brother Claudio and their known associate Andrea Nucci. La famiglia, all dead." Then she pointed at the staircases, where the only female victim was lying. "Teresa Marcinelli, the wife. We found the children in the bathroom upstairs, unharmed. Apparently, they weren't supposed to be at home, so nobody checked on them. Luckily, or else they might be dead, too."

"Why were they at home?" Ryan asked.

"Down with the chicken pox. And may I add that this will be my destiny, too? Because the daughter thought it was a good idea to throw herself at me and bury her head in my lap when she recognized me as a cop. And I didn't have the chicken pox yet."

"Only child?"

"Bingo. And since my parents didn't approve of those pox parties, I never had them. You had the chicken pox yet?"

"Yep, got them from my sister." He then looked at her more intensively. "What happened to your face? Your cheek looks kinda swollen."

"Dentist pulled tooth yesterday. Apparently I had an infection somewhere in there, and she decided that it would be a good idea to get the tooth out before it starts hurting."

"Sorry to hear that. Does it hurt?"

She shrugged, "A bit, but nothing I couldn't handle. She gave me enough shots to kill an elephant."

"At least you got a shot… I was fully awake when the Russian pulled. I thank God everyday I didn't get any infections."

"Well, if you need some antibiotics, I have enough for the two of us… How's things with your shrink?"

Two weeks ago Ryan had decided to see a shrink about his problems. He had told Nicole, and she had assured him it was the right thing to do. "Well, it's okay. I still feel kinda weird, talking to a complete stranger about my feelings… but well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do… Has Tara been here already?"

"Nope. She's in Little Havana. I talked to Nat on the phone earlier. Seems it'll take Tara a while. Nat has… I think about 6 bodies on her own. Delko is helping her. And Cal and H. are in Little Haiti. A gunshop has been robbed, owner killed. It has been a busy day."

Ryan sighed, "And it's only 9 AM. So… I guess while we wait for Tara, we could walk this through…"

"Okay. Somebody got in here and shot all those people. We walked it through. Now, where's Tara?"

Ryan laughed, "Why the hurry?"

"I have plans for tonight. The ladies and I are going out. And I would be pretty pissed off if we had to cancel that because of this here…"

"Is there anything more important than this?"

Nicole laughed, "Yeah, okay, I know, normally nothing is more important to me than solving crimes, but tonight it's different. Dance marathon. We're gonna hit every club in town, me, Nat and Maxie."

"I should have known. Actually, have you and Valera moved in together now?"

"Yes, we have. And I tell you, it's brilliant. Yesterday, Maxi and I got home after work, ordered one hell of a pizza, drank two bottles of red wine and watched all three Back to the Future movies. And now, she's trying to learn how to skateboard, I'm looking for a DeLorean, and we both have decided we want a man like Marty McFly."

Ryan had to grin, "You and Valera would so tower over him. Wouldn't that bother you, having a boyfriend so much smaller than you?"

Nicole shook her head, "You can't measure greatness in feet and inches. Look, Michael J. Fox isn't the tallest man on earth, but have you seen him lately? I rarely have seen so much passion, dedication and strength in one man. One of my uncles suffers from Parkinson's; I know how hard that is. There's so much more to greatness than just 6 feet."

"True, but still, you dancing with a smaller man would just look weird. Especially in those ridiculously high heels of yours." Ryan grinned. "How's Marian, by the way?" Marian Allan, a young guy they had met on their last case, had since become close friends with Nicole. He had lost three of his friends, including his boyfriend, and very narrowly had escaped death himself.

"He's fine. Still grieving over Steven, but that doesn't stop him from living life to the fullest. You know he's thinking about studying now? Chemistry. I shouldn't have let him go out with Travers. But I thought it would be cool if Travers could loosen up a bit."

"And instead he convinced an innocent youth to spend the rest of his life in a lab working with us. Great job…"

Nicole wanted to reply something, but suddenly the door opened and Tara Price entered the room, "Sorry I'm late. The crime scene in Little Havana took longer than I expected." She then looked around, "And this will take too. Any IDs yet?"

Nicole nodded, "Yes, I know them all. Don't worry about that."

Tara smiled a warm smile to Nicole and kneeled down next to the first victim. After a few minutes she said, "I guess he died this morning… between 5 and 8 AM. I can't say anything before I haven't had him on my table, but I guess he died from the gunshot wound." She checked the victim's back. "No exit wound. The bullet is still in the body." She sighed, "It will take some time, though, before I can get them. I have 7 other bodies already…"

Ryan said, "Those guys were in drug business. Don't you think you could give them priority? Before the associates of these guys go out and kill some of the others?"

Tara shook her head, "I'd love to, but the shooting in Little Havana was a gang shooting. And Horatio thinks this should have priority before the guys from that gang go out and shoot someone of the rival gang. You know how these things work. We can't risk a gang war…"

Now it was Nicole's turn to sigh, "Sounds like a lot of work for you. You need some help? I know the nightshift's ME, he owes me a favour. I can get him to help you."

"No, I'd rather not have anybody missing with my bodies…." She gave Ryan a look that said everything.

Ryan blushed a bit. Apparently all the flowers of the world could not make Tara forget his and Eric's prank. "You know, everybody here was been welcomed with a prank. On my first autopsy, Alexx was boiling a head. That's what happens when you enter a new job. Right, Nicole?"

Nicole grinned, "Indeed. My first crime scene as lead detective was on Halloween. I had four patrol cops and a CSI spooking me. Pissed my pants, really."

"Pity the poor CSI who did that…" Ryan said, "Did you get back to him?"

"Not yet, I'm still waiting for the right moment." Nicole blinked, and then she said, "So, Tara, you'll be fine here?"

"Yeah, sure. Just go ahead and do your CSI work…"

"Great." Ryan proceeded to take out his camera and take pictures of the crime scene. "Has anything been stolen?"

Nicole frowned, "Don't think so. They're all wearing their jewellery. The safe has not been touched."

"Mhm… sound like a hate crime then…. Maybe we really have a revenge thing on our hands."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. I mean… they had more than one gun, I'm sure. So there has been more than one attacker…"

"And if it were just a druggie, he would have come alone…" Nicole added.

"And he would have taken any money or jewellery he could get…" Ryan finished.

Nicole closed her eyes, "I just hope we're mistaken…"

Ryan shook his head and said gloomily, "I hope too… but let's face it, we're not. I feel it coming in the air… there's more to come."

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