DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI Miami, and I'm not making any money off my fics..
RATING: M
PAIRING: Eric/Ryan
SHOW: CSI Miami
WARNING: language, blood, Slash
A/N: Again I would like to thank all those people reading and reviewing my fic, you're the reason that this fic is still writing itself. XD
Also, like I said, this fic takes on after Season 7, BUT in this version, the last episode (Where Eric has gone missing) did not EXIST. Thought I add that so there would be no questions. But if there are more, feel free to ask.
STORYDREAMER, Yay, thanks for reading and I'll be waiting for the update of your fic as well.
DARK ANGEL KIRA, thanks for pointing that out, yeah, I was thinking of that too, but I think it was the adrenaline rush that told me to make Ryan bring old Mrs. Figg there straight to the hospital instead of waiting for the ambulance. Anyway, hope you don't get tired of correcting me. XD great update by the way!
and to all of you readers, big hugs and kisses!
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CHAPTER THREE:
Eric Delko was running Elizabeth Evan's clothes for any trace that could help identify her killer. He found no prints on her dress except for the white substance he sent to Tox which turned out to be….
"Methamphetamine…" Valera frowned. "Was our victim using drugs?"
He shrugged "Alexx said she might have been drugged…." He replied. But why would her killer go through the trouble of drugging her if they would eventually kill her? It doesn't make sense.
"Well her dress was covered with the stuff… most probably it's also in her system…" she answered, handing him the copy of the printed file.
"Yeah…uh…thanks" he said and left. There really had to be something wrong with all of these.
"Hey Delko! Just the man I wanted to see…" he walked by the A/V lab and Cooper called out to him.
"I take it you have good news then?" he silently wished he did.
"Well, I can't exactly say if its good news" he entered Cooper's area and the man showed him something from the monitor "I saw this when I was checking out potential pictures that could relate to Elizabeth Evan's death…because that mark isn't an insignia from any gang in Miami or any state, as it seems…I'd figure it had to be from somewhere" he showed him a flower shop with a logo just like the mark on the girl's neck.
Eric stared at the picture, it may be rather weird but it could be the lead they were all looking for in this case. "Thanks Coop, you're great you know that?"
The man shrugged "I know" he said, jokingly.
Eric was just about to find Horatio and tell him the news when the elevator door opened to reveal Calleigh back from the shooting case with a rather crestfallen face.
"Hey Cal" he greeted. "Any luck?"
"No" she crossed her arms "There was nothing helpful in the scene, no neighbours, no witness…the only thing was left was blood and most likely, it was our victim's"
"That's leaves the bullet then…"
"Yes, Natalia's going to pick it up from the hospital later…hopefully it can give us a better lead. Ryan's at the hospital with the victim" she told him.
"I see…" Eric nodded, trying not to sound too concerned "I've got to find H. Cooper just found a potential lead with the murder case"
"That's great. I'll come with you. Just let me drop this at DNA---"
Eric's phone began to ring. He checked and frowned at the number he saw on the screen "Gloria"
"Gloria? You mean Crazy Gloria?" Cal asked "The one who tried to shoot you and Marisol before? I thought you broke with her for good."
"That's what I thought as well" he sighed, wondering if he should take the call. He really wasn't in the mood for any more source of headaches, but his conscience beat and he found himself answering.
"What do you want Glo---"
Gloria was crying on the other side "help me…God, help me…Eric!" her voice was pained, breathing shallow. And somehow, even though Gloria had a habit of exaggerating things he knew this was no joke.
"Gloria, where are you?" he shot an alarmed look at Calleigh and they hurried to trace the location of the call.
"I…I don't know…God…help me…p-please…" she gasped and coughed, the cuban could almost see that she was coughing up blood.
"Shit…" he cursed "Listen to me Gloria, I need you to calm down, I know that's hard, but you need to focus…" he stared at Calleigh.
"Almost---" she mouthed.
"Gloria? Gloria…look around you...what do you see?"
But all he could hear was indefinable noises, groans and cries from the other side, not a good sign…
"Gloria!" he said, voice raising. Damn…
Then there was nothing, Eric thought she hanged up when another voice acme from the receiver.
"Your bitch is dead Delko!" then that person laughed.
"Who are you?!" he growled "What have you done to Gloria?!"
"Worry about the still living Delko, than those already dead!" with that the person hung up.
"Damn it!" the Cuban Russian exclaimed. Then he turned to his companion "You got the location Calleigh?"
"Yes, its in Calle Ocho…" she looked at him.
"We have to get there! Right now!"
So they all went there, Eric, Horatio, Calleigh, Frank, the SWAT and patrole officers, with the EMTs right on their backs. Calle Ocho is known to be a place where drugs, crimes and murders are a part of everyday living. All the people that used to hang out on the street hid when they caught sight of the police. The usually lively town turned into somewhat of a ghost town…
Calleigh let out a small chuckle "Well, looks like the people didn't want guests…"
Eric nodded "Especially when they're hiding something…"
Frank pointed to a small building at the end of the street "That there's the shop you want…been closed for months, owner's name is Ramil Montero. He's left the country a year ago and is currently in jail in Mexico" he said.
"Who's responsible for the shop while the owner is gone frank?" Horatio asked as they approached the store.
"No one in particular, the owner just locked up the place and left" the detective answered. They pulled out their guns as they came up the front door and listened for signs of human activity. None came.
Horatio signalled to SWAT officers to kick the door open while he and the others positioned themselves to greet whoever or whatever was inside.
"Ready?" a nod answered him so he gave the signal as SWAT members did their thing.
"Freeze! Miami Dade PD!" Horatio shouted as they came in. there was no one inside but they knew better, he signalled the men to check the are…
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
Eric came up to him "I don't like this H, I don't like this…" he said.
"What do you mean Eric?" the redhead asked calmly.
But before Eric could reply one of the officers beckoned for them to come and thus revealed another murder victim…Gloria. Horatio bent down to feel her pulse. He shook his head "She's dead…but still warm…"
"That's because she died just a while ago…I talked to her on the phone and we tracked it to this place…" he shook his head.
Horatio knew something was on his mind, luckily he didn't have to ask before Eric told him.
"It's because of me H" he said, "This happened because of me…"
"Eric, calm down and tell me what happened and what's going on…"
so he did and after a while, Horatio stared at him directly, and spoke kindly, in his fatherly tone he was used to hearing "Eric, I know what you're thinking, but for now, evidence is the only way to confirm your speculation…"
"I know…" he said, in a low tone.
Horatio put a hand on his shoulder "We'll find whoever did this Eric…"
Eric looked at him "Yeah, let's do that quick" his voice determined, setting his mind to kill the bastard that did this….
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Ryan Wolfe sat in the hallway bench across Mrs. Figg's room, the old woman was still asleep, his head laid back against the wall, his eyes closed trying to catch a short shuteye… well, trying was the word. The faintest sound causes him to open his eyes and look cautiously around. So when Natalia Boa Vista arrived he was already up
"Hey ryan…" she greeted.
"Hey Natalia" he managed to grin "You here for the bullet?"
"Yup…it might be the only thing we can go on about this case…she's not awake yet?" she casted a look at the patient lying on the bed.
"Not yet…Listen Natalia…I need to tell you something…" he hesitated, unsure.
"Yeah? What's wrong?" she asked kindly.
The brunette sighed, keeping his gaze fixed at his feet "The shooting incident… I'm getting this wired feeling that the bullet was meant for me… and Mrs. Figg was just at the wrong place and the wrong time…" he said quietly.
"What? Are you sure?"
"No, I'm not sure…" he answered quickly, running a hand through his hair "I mean… Mrs. Figg hardly went out of her house, why would someone want to kill her?"
"And you think someone wants you dead?" she looked at him.
A stare he returned, with a strange look in his eyes "I am a CSI…and I worked as a police officer, I did make myself a lot of enemies…" he confessed.
"Don't beat yourself up Ryan…we'll find out who's behind this, I promise"
He nodded "Thanks Natalia…" he whispered in a grateful tone.
She patted his shoulder "You relax, alright?"
"Yeah, thanks…"
Then she excused herself to find the doctor's office, Ryan volunteered to walk her there but she didn't let him, so he watched her walk away. he tried to keep objective, Natalia was right, he wasn't supposed to overreact, it was his job as CSI to follow the evidence.
He closed his eyes.
After a while he opened them and looked around, he was getting a peculiar feeling someone was watching him. then he noticed something… Mrs. Figg had woken up! He immediately rushed to he side.
Man, he never felt so happy and relieved to see her eyes open. "Mrs. Figg…you're awake…" he said softly.
She smiled softly and nodded, she was still somehow too weak to speak…and he understood.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Figg…" he took her hand and looked at her "If I was just able to sense that there was someone there…maybe this didn't happen…"
Mrs. Figg shook her head and squeezed his hand gently, a way of telling him it wasn't his fault.
"If you're recovered enough…would you mind telling me what happened?"
Then she suddenly looked alarmed, as if she remembered something important. She sat up and grabbed Ryan's shirt, trying to tell him something.
"Whoa, take it easy Mrs. Figg" he said, trying to get her back to lying down "Calm down, what's wrong?"
she shook her head and stared at him, he knew what she had was urgent.
"Okay, okay…I'll get a pen and paper from the nurses' station, is that alright?"
after taking while to consider what he said she nodded and let him go. He helped her get back comfortably on the bed before he left the room to get what she needed. When he returned she asked for them and started scribbling..
They're planning a murder…
"Murder?" he said, alarmed "Who's going to be murdered?"
She shook her head, saying she didn't know who the victim will be, then scribbled again…
She said it will the final step…
"Mrs. Figg, do you recognize the person who shot you?"
The old lady shook her head and stared at him. ryan understood how she felt "Don't worry Mrs. Figg, we'll find out who did this…you relax for now…okay?"
She looked at him, unsure.
He nodded kindly, then excused himself for a while, reaching the hallway he dialled a number. It took a few minutes before a distinct answer came from the other side…"
"Lt. Horatio Caine…"
"H" he said "Yeah, I've got something for you…"
but before Ryan could tell his boss about it, something weird went up his spine, there was that feeling again, the feeling that he was being watched . he whirled about, checking his surroundings…everything was quiet…somehow too quiet even for hospital standards.
"Mr. Wolfe?" Horatio's voice came from the other line.
"Y-Yeah... sorry about that…" he said, shifting his attention back to his boss, he told him what Mrs. Figg said. Horatio listened and after a few more minutes the young CSI went back to the old woman's room.
"Don't worry Mrs. Figg… You'll be under the protection of the police…okay?"
She nodded and laid back down, and closed her eyes to sleep, as if that was all she was waiting to hear. He smiled and returned outside where he was stationed…it was already Evening. His colleagues were probably already home and resting to take another crack at the case tomorrow, which reminded him that he needed to go back to work the next day as well. He sighed, well, so much for his day off.
"!!!" something caught his ears, now he was sure there was something or someone there. His hand went to his belt for his gun when he conveniently remembered that he did not bring it along because it was not allowed in the hospital. He cursed…great, Just when he needed it too.
He reached the end of the hallway with caution. It was really weird, like he was some sort of Horror suspense movie and he was almost expecting a dead zombie going at him. he shook his head, now was not the time to think that way, he focused on trying to find what made the noise. He reached the corner and was about to go to the next one when he felt someone behind him, but before he could make another move it hit him squarely across the head…he blacked out!!
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Whew, there we go! Chapter 3… I enjoyed this one and sorry if it was a cliffhanger, well the next chapters will most likely be that way too…but you'll find out soon anyway.
Ryan's cute when I imagine his face here... *giggles*
Again for now, please read and review!