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A/N- Considering how much everyone liked my last story I wanted to make another story. This one is a short chapter fic. So please read and review.

Intro

Ryan always had a way of telling if two people were together or not. Despite if the couple try being discrete or if they just outright made out with each other. Actually anyone could tell if two people were mates, you just needed to be observant. Ryan Wolfe, of course was very observant he wasn't a CSI just for his good looks. He paid attention to every little detail that he acquired from years of training but, it went beyond the details of how to catch a murderer.

That was how I figured out that Calleigh and Delko were more than just colleagues. The unnecessary touches every time they were in the lab, the secret smiles they sent each other's way when they thought no one was looking, and how they stood unusually close to each other as Horatio handed out assignments told me that something happened between the two. If that wasn't enough to convince me catching them kissing in the locker room way after our shifts ended was more than enough to convince me. My eyes narrowed just thinking about it.

I figured out the Delko/Duquesne case four months ago. I also figured out my feelings for a certain blonde around the same time. Obviously I haven't told her about my feelings. Just like I haven't told anyone Calleigh and Eric included what's been going on between our two veteran CSIs.

A honk from behind startled me out of my thoughts and I stepped on the gas making it pass the busy intersection. Sighing as I approach another traffic jam I lean my head against the cool window, staring out over the city. I was on the job alone once again. That's been happening a lot lately to me. MDPD was a little short-handed because of Tripp's departure thus making Natalia Horatio's temporary sidekick. My usual partner: Calleigh opted to go with Eric to pick up federal files and documents even though she was partnered up with me today. I don't mean to be whiny and needy but seriously who needs two CSIs to go pick up files? Obviously they just needed some alone time.

I continued throughout the day finally arriving back at HQ breathing out a slow, relaxing breath I take the keys out of the ignition as the hummer slowly hummed out of life. Opening the door I wince in pain as I turned my body towards the door. I slowly lift up my dress shirt inspecting my ribs. Yup, still bruised, and bantered as the first day I got them. Letting my shirt fall back around my waist I thought back to how I got these horrific injuries.

Cursing as I heard my tire made a audio pop I slow down to the side of the road, getting out I made my way to the front right tire noticing a slash I look at it confused. Hearing footsteps behind me I look up to see a masked man.

He was the last thing I saw before everything tilted to one side and went pitch black.

I woke up a bloody mess. My head throbbing as if I had just woke up with a huge hangover and someone was smashing a baseball bat into my skull. My nose was profusely bleeding and I was sure that it was broken. I could barely talk; my jaw felt like it was hanging off to the side just waiting to fall off, blood dripping from my chin down onto the cold cement floor.

As I tried to move my hands to wipe away the blood I was drowning in I found that I was completely tied up. Struggling I try to loosen the duct tape, it only result in me finding out that not only was my head was sore as hell but that everything I moved felt like it was on fire.

"That is no use Mr. Wolfe." I look up to see the same masked man who kidnapped me was now circling me.

I look around a little more trying to comprehend where I was and what these people wanted with me. The building looked ragged and beaten almost in the same condition I was in. There were a few windows that looked like it had been spray painted over. I could hear faint water dripping and echoing throughout the warehouse.

"Mr. Wolfe" my attention was focused back on the man. He seemed to have an accent of sorts. Russian perhaps? I looked at him through red, probably from the blood dripping all around my face and into my eyes. "We are in need of your assistance." He continued.

I snorted; feeling some of the blood go back into my nose. "I don't think so." I managed to say inwardly cringing at the pain that ripped through my chest with each word spoken.

To my surprise the man stopped in front me, smirked, and walked towards me getting in my face he replied "I think you'll have to reconsider." And a wave of pain hit me as I gasped for air. Wave after wave came at me as his fist connected again and again. I could not even get a breath in between punches.

He stopped, breathing heavily. "So, Mr. Wolfe do I have your cooperation?" he questioned me.

I stopped for a minute taking in deep slow breaths each ripping at my chest and spitting out fresh blood out of my battered mouth. I looked up and did my best to give a smirk and screamed at the top of my lungs (which was not a good idea) "Go to hell!" He gave me another right fist to the face, tipped my chair over and ripped out a tooth.

After several brutal more hours of continued beating and a threat for my life that I ignored. He found my weakness. Billy. That was that I had to help them. I would have not cared if they had taken my life I could not betray my team again, but for someone to die for my mistakes and when I could have prevented it...well; I might as well die as well.

The feeling of a sticky liquid running down the side of my arm pulled me from my day-mare. Groaning and ripping the buttons of my shirt off I quickly grab a handful of tissues, peel off the wrapped bandaged around my arm, and put the tissues to good use. Realizing that the flow of blood was not going to slow down anytime soon, I bunched up the remaining tissues against the reopened wound and buttoned up the now semi bloody shirt. Hastily I made my way into the locker room grateful that everyone was already heading home. Opening up the lock, I pulled out the first-aid kit which had now become a permanent accessory in my locker. Sitting on a nearby bench and stripping off my shirt I hold a disinfectant towel against the open wound letting my mind wander. It had been a week since the ordeal but still the bruises, cut, and wounds remain. No one noticed though, no one noticed the sickly looking purple blotches that made homes for themselves on my body, or how I tried to keep from falling right over when I moved around the lab. For that I was surprisingly glad that I could do what I was asked without suspicious. Of course you can't keep anything a secret from the great Horatio Caine. But the rest of them had absolutely no idea and when they found out that I was keeping evidence from them...well I knew they wouldn't have care why I did what I did so I didn't bother trying to explain myself. Well, that wasn't exactly true; Calleigh gave me every opportunity to explain whatever was going on but I just...couldn't at least not like before. Before I would've told her anything but we drifted apart to the point of her leaving me to do everything with Delko and I could not trust her completely. I was dealing with everything alone. The pain both physical and mentally, the nightly nightmares, everything was dealt by me and me alone.

"Eric, you in here?" Calleigh's voice invaded my little daydream, snapping me back into reality. Still shirtless I scramble around for the violet dress shirt dropping the now red towel to the floor. She rounded the corner into the alley of lockers, blushing and looking away as she saw me topless.

"Oh Ryan I'm sorry I was just looking for-"

"Delko's not here." I harshly interrupted her. I didn't mean for it to be said in that tone but it's been happening lately when I was around her or Delko. I go back to looking for that damn shirt. Where the hell is-

"Um are you looking for this?" She held up the slightly bloody shirt though it didn't look like she noticed. With her back still facing me I walk toward the article of clothing reaching out I fumbled with it and dropped it. I started reaching for it but a hand picked it up for me. I straighten up as Calleigh turned around to face me her eyes widen and shock was evident in her beautiful green eyes as she did. I briskly snatch piece of clothing out of her hand, turn around...a little too quickly and another sharp pain ripped through my ribs I clutched them for dear life hoping she didn't hear the sharp intake of breath I took.

She did. "Ryan, are you okay?" she asked concerned. She reached forward gently laying a hand on my bare, worn out shoulder sending electric shocks throughout my body.

I pulled away from her immediately, hastily stepping to the other side of the lockers. I quickly pull the top on not bothering to do up the buttons. I turned away facing the concrete wall in hopes of concealing the injuries.

But this was Calleigh Duquesne a super-sharp CSI. She had to notice the blood running down my arm, the cuts that littered my chest, the deep purple blotches that accompanied my back, and the bloodied towel that laid by her feet.

I could hear her heels clicking along the floor obviously walking towards me. I squeeze my eyes shut the last thing I needed was pity from her. She came closer; gently pulling on my arm careful not to put too much pressure trying to get me to face her.

I reluctantly allow her to pull me around. Without asking for my permission she slowly push the unbutton shirt off my shoulders gasping when she saw the injuries up close.

"W-Who did to you?" she asked, her eyes filled with worry. Gently placing her soft hands on my chest she ran them around the welt, cuts, and bruises.

"Calleigh, this doesn't concern you." I replied trying to pull away. But her firm grip on my hand and my weakened body kept me there.

"Ryan...please I just want to help you." She softly said. Her voice was trembling a little but I kept a strong expression. I got angered by this.

I rip my arm from her grimacing as sear pain went up my shoulder. "You basically ignore me for the last couple months and it takes me getting beaten within an inch of my life for you to start caring again?" my eyes narrowed into slit.

"What? Ryan, I haven't ignored you in the slightest." She furrowed her brows in confusion.

I bitterly laugh at this finding nothing funny in the slightest. "You got to be kidding me! You're saying you haven't gone out of your way just to spend more time with your boyfriend?"

Her emerald eyes grew large at this. "R-Ryan, what are you talking about?" she managed to stutter out, her face growing beet red.

I absolutely lost it then. She had the nerve to flat out deny that she hadn't treated me like shit. But to lie straight to my face? That was just...not her. "Cut the bullshit Calleigh," I said in a low voice surprising her and myself at the use of my profanity. "I know about you and Delko." I say suddenly out of breath.

There was no use for her to deny what was in front of her now. She had to face the music sometime. "F-For how long...how? She whispered obviously directing the question towards herself rather at him. He heard her anyways.

He studied her for a while trying to figure her out. "For too long and it wasn't too hard considering I seen the stares you've been giving each other, the touches, oh and not to mention the kissing you two do here every time you think people weren't here." My nostrils were flaring now, actually now that I thought about it my whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Y-you didn't tell anyone did you?" she nervously asked adverting her eyes to the floor scared of his answer. I stared at her incredulously. After all this she was still thinking about her relationship. Sighing I knew I was defeated.

"No...I didn't tell anyone." I replied in an eerily calm tone. I didn't need this now. I didn't need to feel even more beat down than I already did. What I needed was sleep because right now everything was spinning out of control. Literally.

I grabbed my shirt, putting it on I turn to see her still standing there absorbing everything that had just happen. I turn back to the forgotten first-aid kit and shove it in my locker resisting the urge to go put it away properly Damn OCD. I violently close the locker trying to keep upright as the floors seem to tilt from side to side. Then it stopped and it took me a couple moments to realize that I had stumbled back into a locker creating a thunderous clap. It felt as if I had a few too many to drink but that wasn't the case at all, something was wrong; seriously wrong. Calleigh came rushing out obviously trying to see what cause the noise. It was then that I realized that my head felt like it was splitting into two and that liquid was pouring down the side of my head. She quickly came to my side.

"Ryan, oh my god you're bleeding." She was scared. It was in her eyes. Trying to stop the bleeding and realizing she couldn't she pulled out her phone and began to dial 911.

Quickly reaching out and grabbing the phone out of her hands I closed it shut. "No, I'm fine."

"Ryan you are not fine I think you may have seriously done some major damage." She reached for the phone again but I kept it out of her reach. "Fine if you won't let me call for help then at least wait here while I get something to stop the bleeding." She sighed.

I nodded not at all listening to her. Everything was beginning to fuzz. She quickly got up running towards the lab. Hearing the door close I slowly stood up leaving the phone in my place I go out the opposite door and out to my car with much difficulties. Starting up the engine I drove without a clue where I was headed to. I just drove.

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