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Landon walked out of the pool to the Miami sun. He swung his black duffle bag over his shoulder holding the strap. Landon ran a hand through his dark hair before turning around to someone calling his name. A tall bolder man ran towards him. His hair was a baby blond with his sea green eyes and his body was a muscular square with a strong clenched jaw.

The man stopped in front of Landon placing a hand on his shoulder. He spoke quietly under his breath. Landon nodded his head to the apparent question. The man smiled and lifted his palm against the side of Landon's head who nodded again with a half grin. The man said something before cuffing Landon on the shoulder and turning to walk away. Slowly Landon began to walk across the sidewalk and on a street.

Shoving his hand in his pocket he pulled out his keys flipping it in his fingers before flipping it back. He was about halfway in the street when screeches of cars made him jump. Looking up alert he quickly relaxed when all it was a small Copper skid to a halt to avoid crashing into a truck. Shaking off his nerves he continued to walk across the street.

A black Hummer sped down the street towards him. The passenger window rolled down as it inched closer to Landon who eye's widened as he saw the familiar car.

The loud cracks of gunfire were loudly masked with a grunt of effort. Landon fell to the ground as he felt someone pull him down and push him under a car.

"LANDON! Stay under the car!" A dry voice ordered.

Horatio slid his sunglasses off as he stopped in front of the ambulance. Landon was sitting in the back as a medic cleaned the nice gash on his knee from falling. He looked pale as ever as he stared down at the ground. Next to him was a tall man. He was a burly man with a mop of baby blond hair and sea green eyes. His broad muscular shoulders underlined his strong clenched jaw. The man continuously kept eyeing anyone who came near and then watched the medic. He almost looked like a casually dressed body guard.

"Landon?" Horatio cautiously asked him. Landon jumped a moment before looking up at him. "Landon, what happened?"

Landon looked on the brink of tears as he shook his head. "I…I don't know." He croaked.

"I do. A car nearly ran him over but that wasn't good enough they had to try and shoot him too." The man slowly stepped forward blocking Landon a bit. "I thought you guys protect witnesses!"

"And you are?" Horatio looked up at him. The man outstretched a large hand towards him.

"Joseph Simmons. Landon's swim team coach."

"Horatio Caine." Horatio shook his strong callused hand before turning back to Landon. "Landon, are you alright?"

"Just a scratch." He mumbled. Horatio nodded his head slightly.

"Okay. I'm going to have the both of you escorted to the lab." Horatio glanced sideways up at Joseph who nodded.

"Not a problem."

Ryan walked up the ramp to the bare crime scene. He nodded to the officer watching the perimeter who stepped aside. Ryan lifted the yellow tape before walking through the scene and up the ramp. Looking he saw the small gap in between ramps of concrete he jumped under the other side of the crime scene.

Making his way up he bent down on the edge between parking spots. In the small gap was the perfect view of the crime scene. Looking down a bit on the curb/ledge was a speck of something red. Quickly he pulled his camera out and snagged a few pictures before reaching into his kit. He grabbed a swab and slowly rubbed it against the red stuff. Ryan frowned slightly as he raised the swab towards the light.

The young CSI jumped back as he felt a hand on his shoulder giving out a gasp of surprise.

"Whoa…" Eric leapt back at Ryan's response. Ryan visibly relaxed as he realized it was only Eric.

"Hey." He gulped slightly to slow his breathing. "Sorry." Eric nodded. The sat in a short lived silence that was awkward for both parties. Wiping his nose with his thumb anxiously Eric shoved his hand into his pockets.

"Listen Wolfe…Sorry about earlier… You know." Eric mumbled an apology. Ryan merely shrugged before looked back down at the swab, pointing over to the small red spots.

"Possibly blood from the shooter." He half smiled. Eric picked up at the swab looking at it before glancing at the small spots on the cement ground.

"Little blood spatter it could easily be anything from a nose bleed or a prick on a finger." He muttered. Eric handed back the swab to Ryan before squatting down ignoring the small crack his knee made as it bent down. Squinting his eyes he bit on his top lip as he held up an imaginary rifle. He bent down furher a bit until he was in almost perfect angle.

"The shooter would have had a perfect shoot from about here." Eric looked up at the lack of response. "Wolfe?"

Eric stood up and searched with his eyes around. Ryan was gone. Raising his voice a bit he yelled out. "WOLFE?!"

a/n:...OH im going to pay for that. You're going to hate me i know.