Title: Mistaken Love.
Chapter Two: Trust.
Fandom: CSI Miami.
Pairing: Ryan/Speed.
Author: Aiden.
Raiting: FRT.
Disclaimer: I don't own them if I did they would have much more fun.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* As always you rock.
Summary: Ryan talks to H about Speed.
Authors note: After a lot of pushing from some people, I won't say any
names, I promised someone to write a Ryan/Speed story. *headdesk*
Second note: This is an AU, I just love these things *grins*, Ryan is
a CSI, Speed is in the Witness Protection Program and has a criminal
history.

Horatio walked into the break room, "Good morning, Eric, Calleigh."

"Good morning, Horatio," Calleigh smiled at him.

"Morning, H," Eric said.

Horatio looked around, "Has anyone seen Mr. Wolfe?"

"Nope, not since the day before yesterday," Calleigh shook her head.

Eric frowned. "We were supposed to spend our day off together. He
wanted to shoot some hoops, but he cancelled, saying he had to do some
stuff. Didn't speak to him after that," Eric continued. "Usually he
calls when he is running late. Should I try his cell?"

"Yes, please," Horatio answered.

Eric took out his cell, hit speed dial and waited a few minutes,
"Mmhmm, that's strange. I'm getting his voice mail."

Calleigh dialled Ryan's home phone number, "It went straight to his
machine," she explained.

"That's not like Mr. Wolfe." Horatio said, concerned.

"What is not like me?" Ryan walked into the break room.

"Ryan, are you okay?" Calleigh asked.

"Yeah, why shouldn't I'll be okay? I overslept, sorry," he said, looking away.

"That's fine, Mr. Wolfe," Horatio warned him, "don't let it happen again."

"It won't," Ryan promised. He got a serious look, sighing, "Horatio,
can I have a word with you?"

"Sure, let's go to my office," Horatio walked out of the room,
expecting Ryan to follow.

Frowning, Eric asked Calleigh. "What was that all about? For as long
as I've known Ryan, he's never overslept once. Something to do with
his OCD."

~.~

When they entered the office, Horatio walked over to his desk, "Sit down."

Ryan sat down across from him, looking down. "I'm not sure how to say this."

"Is everything okay?" Horatio observing Ryan's odd behavior.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's not that." Ryan said, nervously. "I'm….uhm…he's
in my… fuck."

"Mr. Wolfe?" Horatio prodded, growing concerned at the CSI's hesitation.

He took a deep breath, "Okay, the guy we're looking for?" Horatio
nodded. "He's in my apartment." Ryan winced.

Horatio stood, taking his gun out of the drawer, "How long? What happened?"

"Horatio, please hear me out," Ryan said, a pleading look in his eyes.

Horatio glared at him for a moment but nodded his head.

Ryan rushed. "He didn't know who to trust anymore, he told me that it
was all a set-up."

"And you believe him?" Horatio asked softly, clearly suspicious.

Leaning forward, Ryan said. "He knew the woman from before. She told
him she had some information for him."

"What kind of information, Mr. Wolfe?"

"He didn't say what kind of info." Ryan hesitated for a minute, "But..
he did say that the FBI killed her for it."

"What?" Horatio frowned, eyes narrowing. "What reason would they have
to kill her?"

Tapping his fingers on Horatio's desk, Ryan explained. "He said it was
connected to the case that got him into the Witness Protection
Program, the one in which he testified."

"And you trust him?" Horatio asked.

Ryan nodded, "Yeah, it's strange. I mean.. I know he held a gun to my
head, and forced me to take him to my place, but.. yeah, I trust him."
Ryan paused, wondering how much to tell his boss. "When he talked
about the FBI being involved in the woman's death and the old case,
there was something in his voice - pain, anger, hatred." Ryan frowned.

"I wished we knew what occurred back then," Horatio contemplated. "You
think he would be willing to talk to me?"

"I don't know. I'm not even sure he trusts me." Ryan looked conflicted.

"But he does," Horatio said when he saw Ryan's surprised look. "He let
you come talk to me. For all he knew, you could have gone to the FBI
and tell them where he was."

Ryan sighed, "I think he deserves a chance to tell his story."

Horatio smiled, "You're a good man, Mr. Wolfe."

Ryan looked down, "Thanks, Horatio."

"Okay, let's go to your apartment and see if he will talk to me, tell
me his side of the story." Putting his sunglasses on, Horatio stood
up. "By the way what's his name?"

"His real name is Timothy Speedle, but his friends used to call him Speed."

TBC.