Fixation
Chapter 1
I'm back! Thanks to everyone who's been reading! And of course: CSI Miami is property of CBS, Jerry Bruckheimer and the other dudes (and dudettes) whose names escape me at the moment. All the other characters that are not mentioned on the show belong to me. This story takes place after my last one, but assume it takes place somewhere between season 8-9. I've also decided to include Tom Loman and Walter Simmons this time around (no Jesse sorry; I figure there's no point anyways). Okay now on to the new story! Enjoy!
Ryan Wolfe groaned as he was awoken from his slumber by the sound of his cell phone buzzing. He reached for his digital clock to see what time it was then groaned even more as it read 4 am. He reluctantly grabbed his phone and waited to see what bad news dispatch had for him this early in the morning. It turned out that there was a homicide where are woman was found dead in her living room. Getting out of his warm covers, Ryan pushed himself up from his bed then walked over to his bathroom. As he took off his clothes to get into the shower, he noticed the faded scars on his chest and grimaced at them. He understood the risks that were involved when he became a cop; he just didn't want a permanent reminder of what happened to him on the last major case. Sighing, he jumped in the shower and got ready for the day.
He was the first to arrive at the scene and since the coroner hadn't made it yet, he had to stand by before he could begin processing anything. Ryan decided that while he was waiting for the others to arrive, he would start making some mental notes on the surrounding crime scene. Just then Tom arrived along with Horatio, Calleigh, Frank and Angela who walked in right behind him.
"Have no fear the coroner is here!" Tom cheerfully said as he set his kit down beside the body. Both Angela and Ryan rolled their eyes in unison at the medical examiner's cheesy line.
"Sorry Ryan, there was a car collision on the way here; nothing serious but we did have to take a major detour." Calleigh said as she put on a pair of gloves.
"No problem, I couldn't do much without Doc Loman here to clear the body first." Ryan said as he walked over to the others.
"Well just by looking at the victim, it looks like the cause of death was caused by these stabbed wounds and exsanguination followed." Loman began happily.
"Are you always this chipper at 5 in the morning?" Angela said grumpily as she started to jot down some notes.
"Are you related to Leslie Armstrong? I swear that woman was the crabbiest person I've ever had to meet. I'm just glad she decided that the Miami Coroner's office wasn't the right fit for her and she resigned." Tom said as he took out some tweezers from his kit.
"Well last I heard she rejoined the marines again and she's now doing another tour in Iraq. Good for her, she seemed like a tough woman." Calleigh said.
"Oh my God!" Tom suddenly said.
"What's wrong Doctor?" Horatio asked calmly.
"CALL THE AMBULANCE RIGHT NOW! SHE'S NOT DEAD!" Loman yelled as he began putting gauze on the victim's stab wounds.
"How the hell did we miss this?" Ryan asked as he began processing the crime scene along with Angela and Calleigh.
"I don't know, I'm hoping Tom will be able to tell us more when we're done here" Angela said as she was busy dusting for prints.
"I hope that girl's okay. I can't believe she survived an attack like that." Calleigh added.
"Yeah, me too. No one deserves to be left to die." Ryan answered back as he collected some more trace.
"Hey guys I think I've found something." Angela said as she set her dusting tools down and knelt on the floor.
"What have you got?" Calleigh asked as she and Ryan walked over.
"A shoe print, it looks clean and detailed; and it looks too big to have been the victims. It could be our attacker's." Angela said as she made a hopeful expression.
"I'll lift it and bring it to the lab with me." Angela said as she reached in her kit.
"Nice find Angela." Ryan nodded then went onwards to the rest of the house. Just then Horatio walked in to see how the processing was going on.
"Horatio, hey we're almost done processing the living room. So far we don't know much other than the fact that there was a struggle in here and that that the medium-high velocity blood spatter on the walls are consistent with the victim's stab wounds." Calleigh explained.
"Guys, you may want to come see this!" Ryan yelled from the other room. The others dropped what they were doing and went into what looked like a home office.
"Mr. Wolfe, what is it?" Horatio asked.
"I don't think this is the victim's house. Check this out: there are several picture frames in here. Notice anything on them?" Ryan asked rhetorically.
"Yeah, the victim's not in any of them. Most people have pictures of themselves with friends and family...wait a second, this one guy's in all of these frames. This could be his house." Calleigh answered as she pointed to the same figure in each photo.
"It's definitely his house, I found a planner here and it looks like the owner's name is Peter Davidson." Ryan said as he showed the other's the book.
"Ok, so the real question is why our victim was here and where is Mr. Davidson now?" Frank asked
"Well either way he has a lot explaining to do" Horatio said as he put on his sunglasses and walked out.
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A/N: I couldn't help myself with the last part :P I know this chapter is kind of "teaser-ish" but there's more to come promise. And as always, please review!