"Someone… someone completely cleaned out my bank account."
Whatever it was that Ryan Wolfe had been expecting to hear, that most certainly was not it. "Say what?"
Travers looked over at the CSI. "I don't know how it happened, but someone has reduced my bank account to nothing. I…" He took a shaky breath before letting it out slowly. "I'm completely broke."
"Do you have any idea as to who would do something like this?"
The blond trace tech rapidly shook his head from side to side. "No. I… I can't think of anyone that would do something like this to me."
"How did you find out?"
"I called the bank."
Ryan took a deep breath and let it out; using the time it took to work out how to rephrase his question. "Michael, what was your reason for you calling the bank?"
"What? Oh. I had a call from my landlord this morning. He called because the check I had given him for my rent this month bounced." His eyes widened at the realization that he might not have a place to stay and he started to hyperventilate again.
Ryan stood up and sat back down beside Travers. "Michael." There was no response, so he tried again a little louder. "Michael. Michael!" At that, the younger blonde blinked and looked over at him. "Breathe or you're going to pass out."
Travers looked down at the paper bag in his hands and began to breathe into it again.
When Ryan saw that he had calmed down. "What is it?"
"I… I may have to find me a new place, but if I don't have any money…" He looked over and met Ryan's gaze. "What am I going to do?"