I am so evil! This story will be so harsh on little Ryan Wolfe, so if torture is not your thing, stop reading, go outside and shout at the world do not hurt Ryan! If you are ok with torture, then keep reading, but if you want you can shout at the world. I don't judge.

Ryan slowly came around, his head spinning. He tried to stand, but all strength had escaped him. Something was binding his wrists and chest, restricting his breathing .He looked down, confused to find that he was tied to a chair. Fear began to set in; he pulled desperately at his bindings. Why was he here? His brain slowly fit the pieces back together, what it produced scared him even more. The Russians. He could hear something, but his hearing was fuzzy. Then as the sound got closer, it became clearer. Someone was laughing, laughing at his pain. Then they stood in front of him, smiling with a tooth missing grin. The man lightly stroked his face, Ryan pulled away, causing more laughter.

"Hello Mr Wolfe" He spoke, breaking the silence between them. Ryan's face paled, only Horatio called him that. Ryan tried to remain calm, but his fear betrayed him.

"Your debt has yet to be paid, Mr Wolfe. But we can forget that, if you do one job for me" The man walked around his chair, scaring the CSI when he couldn't see him.

"What?" Ryan replied shakily, his voice barely audible.

"We have a crime that needs covering up", he told Ryan, "I need you to help my man not get arrested".

"WHAT! I would never tamper with a crime scene!" Ryan shouted. The man's face fell into anger, before reaching behind him, onto a cart. Ryan couldn't see what was on it, which scared him completely. He knew his heart would give out soon if he got anymore scared. Ryan tried to calm himself down, control his breathing, but the ropes made his breaths come out in short gasps.

"I knew you would say that and I really hope you change your mind. I really don't want to mess up that handsome face of yours" He asked innocently.

"Never" Ryan repeated. The man turned around, wire pullers in his hand. Scream erupted from the CSI as his chair was shoved to the ground, the wire pullers being attached to his tooth…

Ryan shot up in his bed, hands darting to his face. He felt for his missing tooth, realising it wasn't there he came to the conclusion that he had just been dreaming. He looked over at his clock. 3:30AM. His shift started at 7:00, he doubted he would get anymore sleep that night. He felt like such a wimp, it had happened over a month ago. But the looks he still got from his "friends" made him feel like trash. He had been tortured and they threatened to get his sponsors son. He was made to hide evidence till he told Horatio. Calleigh had shouted at him, Eric gave him dirty looks and Horatio had been disappointed with him. Ryan felt that Horatio was his hero; he always strived for his praise, but always failed to receive it. No matter what Ryan did, it was never good enough for Horatio. He always praised Eric, Calleigh and Natalia. But never him. Ryan felt so useless, tempted once again to quit, they wouldn't care, probally hire someone else in a heartbeat.

Even when he had helped Horatio pretend to die, he knew it was to protect the others. It almost seemed as if he was an annoying piece of gum stuck on the bottom of their shoes. They all still resented him because he was hired to replace their friend who had died. What annoyed him even more was the fact that he was constantly called Mr Wolfe. Never Ryan, always Mr Wolfe. It was almost as if he didn't have a first name. Ryan looked at the clock again, it read 5:30AM. He had been in his daydream for 2 hours. He knew he was just overreacting thanks to his OCD, but that was the story of his life. People always resented him for being smart, constantly bullied and used him as a patsy. The only good thing they had done out of concern was when he was jumped in the bachelor pad, almost drowned, Eric shot the man and helped him recover. But as soon as that was over, it was work again and Ryan was merely a victim.

Ryan went downstairs, made himself breakfast and was about to tuck in when a slender hand grabbed his head forcing chloroform into his system. He struggled against the hand, knocking over his food in the process. But as much as he struggled, sleep deprivation had left the CSI with no strength. As Ryan passed out, his brain knew that no-one was going to help him now.

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Horatio waited patiently for Ryan to get in. The young man had barely spoken to him since the evidence tampering. Horatio knew that Ryan did it with good intentions but why hadn't he come to him? Why did he believe that he had to carry the burden alone? Horatio glanced at the clock on the wall opposite, 9:00. Where was Ryan? The man was never late; his OCD wouldn't let him be. Horatio wandered to the break room, seeing the other CSI's he was in charge of. They all greeted him as he entered. His small family, Calleigh was like a younger sister to him, Eric his son. Natalia was like his daughter and Ryan…..well he didn't even know. It hit Horatio that he had yet to adopt Ryan into his surrogate family. This gave him another pang of guilt over the young man.

"Has anyone seen Mr Wolfe today?" Horatio asked them all. They all shook their heads, Horatio could tell they still resented Ryan for last month, but he needed them to focus.

"Maybe he's off stealing evidence again" Eric spat. Horatio sighed, going against Ryan's wishes, he spoke, "Everyone, what I am about to tell you can't leave this room" He looked at each of them who nodded.

"Ryan was kidnapped, the night before we went to investigate. He was kidnapped by the Russians, who he owes gambling debts to. He was tortured, including having his tooth pulled out, cracked ribs and several cuts and bruises. But he still held out, until they threatened his sponsor's son. He has been taking all your smack as he feels ashamed and at a guess lost. Your words clearly hurt him but I think they keep him grounded" Horatio finished.

They all were shocked. Ryan had simply said he had done it to protect someone, but this was terrible. They all felt like monsters, Eric the most. He and Ryan had never had a good relationship, but he had been a complete bully to the young man. Ryan had been hired right after Speedle died, so Eric felt as if Horatio was simply filling head count.

"I saw his lost tooth. He told me it had fallen out" Calleigh spoke with a quiet voice, her big eyes filling with tears. They all lapsed into complete silence.

"Eric, I want you and Calleigh to do a welfare check on Mr Wolfe's address, see what's keeping him" Horatio asked them. They both left, as soon as they were in the comfort of the hummer, Calleigh burst into tears. Eric drove them to Ryan's house, stroking her arm in an attempt to calm her down. What greeted them shocked her tears into submission.

His door was open; when the two CSI walked in guns drawn they saw the crashed meal on the floor and on the counter a single note. Eric picked it up and read the words, dropping it onto the floor in anger.

On it was a simple note, but it caused Eric to punch the table. It simply said:

I have your friend

It's nice to see

While his heart is slow to mend

He will once again meet me

You didn't care the first time

He will die knowing that simple thought

You will never find us, it's so sublime

Because it will all be for naught

Calleigh glanced over the letter, her gasp breaking the silence of the still room. She started to shake as more tears broke down her face. She collapsed into Eric, sobbing. He held her, saying one thing over and over again to reassure her and him.

"We will find him"….

DUN DUN DUN! Did you like it? I really enjoy reading your reviews and hope this story is good. It is longer than my others, I lost track of time writing it. See you next time.

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