As many of you may know, I am a big fan of Rick Stetler. The events in "Time Bomb" were really out of character and it was a horrible way to write him out. So, I decided to write my own version of the time when he was arrested and afterward. This story is really fast paced and probably not my best work. But that's okay, I am here to get critique for my writing and ultimately become a better writer. So please REVIEW it makes my day. This story does involve Libertad, one of my OCs. In every story I have written her different. Once again I am just here for critique. I just have so many different ideas it drives me crazy.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI Miami and I am making no profit from this. All publicly recognized characters belong to CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer.
Time Out
Rick felt sick to his stomach and sort of pissed at the same time. He was going to jail. Correction, he was going to jail for someone else.
She said it wouldn't get this far. She said that Wolfe would go away. Why did the damn kid have to gamble? And why was Rick the only one who could successfully frame him? But once again, Rick got the brunt of the situation. I hate technology, He fumed. I liked it better when all the evidence they could use were fingerprints and witnesses. When he was the one being accused of course.
Ryan had a tight grip on his arm and it infuriated him further.
"Loosen up Wolfe," Stetler growled.
"Shut up Stetler," Ryan snapped back. Rick gritted his teeth. Stay calm, you are the double agent. Aeon and Libby won't let me get hurt on the inside. Ivan Sarnoff is good friends with that devious little red head. I'll be protected. Rick tried to re assure himself. He was walked down the stairs and could see the god damn bus waiting. He never thought that he'd be the one walking into it.
Rick's attention fell onto a thin man leaning on a yellow Ducati. He looked hauntingly like Speedle, except for tanned Italian skin, a thinner frame and a long scar marking his scruffy cheekbone.
"Sie werden fein sein,"[You will be fine] Aeon called to him. Aeon was seething on the inside, he didn't know what exactly had gone wrong. The bug on Ryan wasn't very reliable, Ryan couldn't be everywhere at once.
"Sie Sind sicher?"[Are you sure?] Rick called worriedly. Aeon didn't reply. Ivan Sarnoff might not do as they asked. Even though Libby had offered him 100 grand to protect Rick and he would get it once he went on parole. Which she also promised.
"Aeon!" Rick yelled again.
"Shut up," Ryan growled and shoved him towards the bus door.
"Aeon!" Rick called one last time. The Italian ducked his head, kicked the throttle and roared off into the sweltering Miami heat, ashamed of himself.
Rick now felt afraid for his life, Aeon had messed up somewhere. Libby must have too; and Libby never messes up. But he knew they would do anything to keep him from serious harm. He had raised them in their uncertain adolescent years and pushed them toward their dreams.
Speaking of pushing, Rick was pushed into the bus and he sat down in a cracked leather seat behind a caged wall. I'm not an animal. Rick thought. He swallowed hard, looking out at the faces who thought him to be a murderer. He wasn't a murderer. Rick was blackmailed into everything.
"What do you mean Rick got hauled off?" Libby exploded.
"I don't know! Something about bacteria on something!" Aeon squealed.
"Bacteria? What the fuck does that have to do with anything? We need to do something before Rick gets raped," Libby yelled and paced the floor of the basement.
"And what do you suggest your majesty?" Aeon asked.
"Don't even be an ass; I'll go rattle cages."
This chapter is a little short, but the others are longer.