Hello. I know I already one story out there, but I felt the urge to write this one. I just always imagined Ryan and Speed as friends. Now here's my chance, though none of the others know it. Yet. Anyways, just remember, mistakes are always mine, since I usually write alone. CC is welcome. No flames please. And, sadly, I do not own CSI: Miami, or any of its characters. Now here's my second story. :)
Ryan Wolfe carried a secret. One he never told anyone, out of the need for safety. He could speak to the dead. He saw people who had "passed on". The only people who could possible know was the spirits and his mother. His mother would never confirm it though. She would probably say her son just had very complicated, imaginary friends.
Ryan himself didn't understand it first. Not till his grandfather passed away when he was ten. Ryan saw the body in the casket, but he also saw the same man, over in the corner, smiling at him and waving. That's when he figured out what it was. A blessing and a curse, but one he decided to keep to himself.
Now I know what you're thinking. 'Why doesn't he use it to solve all his cases?' Frankly, that's not how it works. Though he has seen many memorable ghosts, and has spoken to many as well. None really want to talk about how they go. Many don't know what evidence was. Most just ignored him and moved on. He usually just listens and lets them talk about what they want.
When Ryan became a CSI, they came by more often. Some sad, many indifferent, and though the lab doesn't know it, Tim "Speed" Speedle was still there.
He was one of the few Ryan spoke to often. He was Ryan's friend, secretly of course.
Today was no exception. Speed was helpful sometimes, but he also had a habit of coming when Ryan was busy.
"Hey."
"Hello Speed."
"How's it going?"
"What?"
"The case, what else?"
"Better when you weren't here."
"Come on now, why so bitter?"
"It's a hard case Speed."
"Oh, what happened?"
"It was a kid this time."
"Oh." Speed understood this. Those were the hardest cases.
"Ryan." Calleigh walked into the room.
"Yes Calleigh."
"Tara found some fibers under the vics nails. I need you to analyze them."
"Just hand them over. I need a break from glass for a little bit."
"Here ya go." Calleigh smiled and walked off.
"She's probably going to test fire a gun found at the scene, right?"
"How'd you know?" Ryan gave him a suspicious look.
"Just a guess. She always has this look on her face when she's going to try out a new piece." The friends smiled at this. They both knew it was true.
"So, you have some fibers?"
"Let me guess, you wanna take a look?"
"You know me too well kid. Just too well." And this is how the days preceded, Ryan never telling a soul about this. Always keeping his gift a secret.
But see, the problem with secrets, is those who search for them. The setback to being a CSI is the fact that secrets don't stay secrets long. Eventually, they come out, and that's where the trouble comes out.