CSI CARWASH

THINKING IS IN BOLD

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A.N.

I Own Nothing. No CSI. And Unfortunately No Ryan Wolfe. That Sexy Thing.

The smell of blood mixed with alcohol and a strong scent of weed brought back memories for Ryan Wolfe, C.S.I. He was working on a case; everybody noticed his attitude on this case changed. He was twenty times quieter than his usual self; and he was ignoring everybody best as possible. It was late and his shift ended ten minute's ago. Ryan decided to take a visit to the local club around the corner; he knew he really needed a drink.

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Third drink later he was starting to get a little buzz; nothing much compared to drinking a 12-pack. A girl walked up to Ryan and said "Hey sexy, do you need a pick me up," he flashed the badge not feeling up to arresting the prostitute. Ryan was alone for another couple of hours and he just started his ninth drink. He heard the bell on the bar door ring, he hadn't had a clue what made him look; the bell had rung before and he didn't care. It was Calleigh, his co-worker with what looked like two or three other girls; he couldn't tell the difference he was so drunk. Ryan paid his tab and attempted to sneak away before Calleigh saw him.

"Hi Ry, where are you going to?" Calleigh said.

"Oh hey Cal, I was just.....just going home," he said trying to act surprised.

"Hey Ryan how much alcohol did you have?"

"I only had one beer," he lied.

She replied" How about you stay with me for awhile, you know hang out here and party."

She was trying to hide her worry for Ryan; she knew he didn't have only one drink. They hung out there, Cal dancing with her friends and Ryan at the table, waiting, having more beer. Cal and Ryan were both happy that they didn't have work; because they were off on weekends and it was Friday. Cal's friend's left and she started on her way to Ryan.

"Ryan, we should go, how about I give you a ride home."

All Ryan could do was slur "Sure" to Cal. He could hardly keep his head up.

She dragged him to the passenger's seat and laid him in the car. She also pulled the seat down so Ryan could sleep better. A little while later Calleigh got to thinking.

Ryan shouldn't go home he'll probably wake up all messed up, he needs someone right now. I guess he could stay at my place for the night. She made it home, carried Ry out of the car, pulled him upstairs, and laid him on her bed. She started to walk away when he grabbed her hand and started to pull her in bed with him: she swears she heard him say "stay." He pulled her in tight and she had no problem snuggling with him.

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The next morning Ryan was at the toilet vomiting while Calleigh scolded him and comforted him.

"Ryan why were you drinking so much?"

"Bleh … ek … ek "

"You shouldn't drink so much you could end up like this or in a hospital bed"

Sometime later Ryan was done throwing up and Calleigh was tired of yelling at Ryan. He was napping on the couch, in Cal's lap. She was playing with his hair and at that point they both knew they were with their true love.

A.N. I know it sucks. But give your honest opinion.