hi hello, this is my new fanfiction a crossover.

disclaimer- i dont own CSI, or CSI miami

plz review plz with a super cherry on top also beta read by thami xx

"This time, this place
Misused, mistakes
Too long, too late
Who was I to make you wait?"
-far way, Nickelback-

Greg rolled over as his phone rang out in the marlin Manson tune, he used for non-work related callers.

"What?"Growled Greg.

"Hello to you to grumpy" said a familiar voice which made Greg lighten up a bit.

"Hey Ryan" said Greg yawning sitting up in his bed.

"What if I was your boss? Answering your phone like that, tut tut" teased Ryan.

"Oh I knew it was you, your ring tone is Dancing queen by ABBA" chucked Greg.
"So why are you calling?"He asked.

"Cant I call my dear friend without having my motives questioned?"Asked Ryan but Greg could hear the worry in his voice.

"Ryan?"

"Can you come pick me up from the airport?"Asked Ryan in the softest, most vulnerable voice, Greg had heard come out of Ryan's mouth in a while, not since...
"Yeah, are you there now?"Greg Asked, putting Ryan on to speaker and slipping some jeans over his boxers.

"Yeah but take your time, no rush" said Ryan's shaking voice.

"I will be there in about 10 minutes" said Greg before hanging up.
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Greg drove down the stretch of road that took you straight the airport. When he pulled up he saw Ryan sat on the bench the furthest away from people.

"Hey" said Greg, but frown the moment he saw Ryan jump at seeing him he also saw the pain in his movement the bruises on his wrists and neck and face.

"Ryan what the hell happened to you?"Greg asked chucking Ryan's luggage into the back seat of his car.

"Something happened at work "muttered Ryan.
"And?" Greg demanded not happy with Ryan's shot cut explanation.

Ryan sighed and started to tell Greg everything, from the Russian's grabbing him from the side of the road to how his team treated him. Greg was using all his strength not to turn around now and get the next plane to Miami, Florida so he could give this Eric Delko a piece of his mind and scream at them what had happened but he knew Ryan wouldn't want that, he knew Ryan had tried to tell them and they refused to listen.

"Do you need to go to a hospital?"Greg asked.

"no I went for a quick check-up before I left, two broken ribs, cracked skull, mild concussion, and I have meds for pain and infection I will live" Ryan smiled a sad smile.

"How long are you here for?"Asked Greg who honestly didn't want Ryan to go back, if they treated him that way they didn't deserve to have him back.

"H says I have two weeks of medical leave but..."

"But what?"Greg asked, turning his attention from the road on to Ryan for a few seconds.

"I'm not sure I will go back... I don't know I just need to clear my head" said Ryan shaking his head.

"Well, you are welcome at mine for as long as you need "smiled Greg.

"Thanks" chuckled Ryan. "Don't worry I will chip in for that not so blue, blue Hawaiian coffee"

"Well I should think so, that costs a fortune" Greg said poking Ryan in the arm, anger bubbled in him as he winced.

"Sorry" muttered Greg.

"Its all right, any way it costs so much because it is one of the world most expensive coffees" Ryan said rolling his eyes but was secretly relived that the other conversation was over. For now, any way.

i am thinking about making this a slash fic tell me what you think PLZ and REVIEW