A/N: Sorry for the long wait, Finals and then Christmas just got hectic. Things take a little twist in this chapter though, and some more secrets will be revealed in coming chapters. Hope you like this one though, I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner this time, I know how I wanted everything to play out, I just need to get it written in a way that I like it.

Disclaimer: I do own Ryan, he's about two inches and lives with his brother Greg. I keep them in a cage, and they're surprisingly furry. Unfortunately I own hampsters, CBS and Jerry B. and the writers and stchuff own the real CSI Miami. Oh! But I do own Kendrel.

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Ryan was indeed correct. After dinner Eric and Ryan washed dishes together, and then Eric made them a couple more drinks. Before midnight Ryan had consumed four full glasses of alcohol while Eric had only had two. It was clear that Ryan was drunk and barely coherent in his actions. Eric had set him down on the couch to watch a movie and at the moment Ryan had grasped onto Eric's hand and put his head on Eric's shoulder.

Eric glanced at him and smiled slightly when he saw his eyes starting to droop shut. "Ryan, I think it's time you went to bed."

Ryan suddenly grasped onto both of Eric's hands. "It's dark, they might get me in the dark, please don't leave me alone." He muttered, words slightly slurring and sounding like a child again.

"Who might get you, Ryan?" Eric blinked a little and wrapped an arm around the younger man almost protectively.

"The monsters. They hide on the ceiling. They told me they would get me if I slept alone again." He whimpered, burying his head into Eric's shirt. Eric could tell that Ryan had crossed the line from drunk to tired, and now onto to possibly having a waking nightmare.

"I won't let you go to sleep alone. I'll stay right here, but can you stand up for me?" Eric asked softly and Ryan nodded, slowly standing up with Eric's help. Eric managed to get him into the bedroom and laid him out on the bed. He sat down next to Ryan and held onto to one of his hands. Ryan curled up on his side and held onto Eric.

"I'm sorry Daddy," Ryan murmured and Eric blinked.

"For what?" He decided to play along, who knew what would happen if he told him that he really wasn't his father. It was apparent that he probably didn't know who Eric was at the point and time.

"Sorry for running away," Eric caught a slight accent in his voice, and remembered that Ryan said he had been born in Boston. "Sorry that I couldn't help you or mom." The younger man almost whimpered.

Eric frowned and rubbed Ryan's arm lightly. "Shh, go to sleep Ryan. It's alright." Ryan nodded and quickly fell asleep against Eric. Eric sighed slightly and leaned his head back against the headboard, thinking that he was going to end up spending the night with Ryan. He had some Tylenol and water ready before he woke up.

Eric had gotten a call early in the morning before Ryan woke up and had to leave for the station. He made sure the pills and water were within reaching distance and left a note on the night stand next to glass of water, explaining to Ryan that he would be back later to check on him, or to call if there were any problems.

Ryan rubbed his head and groaned when someone pushed his side. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around, noticing that it was barely light outside. He covered his head with his pillow thinking that it was early morning.

"Ryan! Get your ass up!" He heard a distinctly female voice yelling, sending his head into a torrent of pain and thumping, like someone putting up a wall inside of his head, and using old fashioned hammer and nails.

"Shut up," he muttered weakly. He felt someone push again and this time he rolled right off of the bed. He pulled a blanket down with him and covered his head. "What?!"

"Someone else was killed, get your drunk ass up." Kandy was standing over him and he sighed.

"I'm not drunk, I'm having a hangover," he muttered as he sat up, thinking that she didn't really care.

"And here I thought that the great Ryan Wolfe would never get drunk," she scoffed throwing some new clothes at him. "Just come on, we have to get there before the police do."

Ryan pushed himself off the ground slowly and found the Tylenol and water and quickly gulped it down. "How did you even find out?"

"Eric called me. He said something along the lines of, I'd call Ryan but I think that he's still sleeping." She muttered under her breath. "You're moving at the pace of a snail, jeez, can't you hurry up a little bit?"

"Hey, I'm going as fast as I want to go at the moment. Any faster and I'll throw up, and I really don't wanna do that. Because then I'll have to stay and clean it up, and you know that," he pointed at Kendrel. He pulled on his shirt and shuffled into the bathroom and brushed his teeth quickly and ran his hand through his already shaggy hair and sighed. Stepping back out, he grabbed his wallet and keys. "Alright, let's go."

Ryan got out of the car, reluctantly having let Kendrel drive his car, and walked inside the club where Eric was waiting. He gave him a small smiled and Ryan blinked, but the smile was gone when Ryan looked again. "So another body?" Ryan questioned walking towards the back with Kendrel and Eric.

"Yeah, looks the same as last time too. Thought you might want to look at the body before the police got here, since you're looking into this case too."

Ryan nodded a little and walked past the crowd that had been gathered at the back of the club and over to the body. Once again the body was found near the bathroom, but this time closer to the back exit of the club, and the door had been propped open. Ryan quickly examined the body without touching him, and failed to notice any wounds that told of his death. Then Ryan stood up and walked over to the door. Pulling a cloth out of his pocket he pulled the door open and saw a brick placed in the door frame to jam the door. He walked outside and looked around, finding himself in a small alley. Ryan silently cursed and stayed close to the door.

Ryan turned to ask Eric or Kandy if the man was dating but all he saw was a tall woman standing in front of him. He jumped back a little and blinked, looking her over. She was about as tall as he was, long brunette hair that hung over her shoulder in curls. She wore a short black skirt and a white tank top that showed off all the right features. Ryan thought that if he would have been interested, he would have asked for her number on a regular night. But he wasn't, and tonight wasn't a regular night.

The woman advanced on him, pushing him back towards the wall. Ryan felt his heart rate speed up and he tried to keep his eyes from widening. He was pretty sure he failed. "Are you looking into who killed my boyfriend?" Her voice was gentle, but husky. Ryan blinked a little but nodded.

"How long had you been dating ma'am?" Ryan felt his natural skills take over and started to question the woman. He was somewhat disappointed that the man had a girlfriend, it didn't work with his theory. But then again he could just be going insane for even believing that his theory was given a chance to thrive. Maybe this time he would try to let science explain why these men had died.

"Only a couple weeks," she shrugged. Apparently his death was no big loss to her. She then smiled and ran her fingers up and down Ryan's arm. "How about you? Taken by some radiant charm?" Ryan just shook his head and tried to brush the woman's fingers away from him. He would feel much more comfortable if she wasn't so close to him. "Single then," she smirked and suddenly leaned in kissing him.

Ryan's eyes widened and he pushed her away. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." Ryan waved his hands in front of him and took a couple steps to the side and away from the woman. She looked at him, her expression a mixture of shock and anger. "I may be single, but I never said I was interested, and don't you think you should be more concerned on how your boyfriend died and maybe who killed him?"

The woman rolled her eyes and made a sound. She started to walk down the alley, heels clicking against the dry cement. Ryan only stared after her and slid back against the wall and quickly went back into the building.

"Where the hell were you?" Kendrel had her hands on her hips staring at him when he got back to the body.

"The victim had a girlfriend. She just tried to make a move on me, well I assume she did make a move on me." Ryan shuddered a little. Eric blinked and Kandy laughed.

"A woman, tried to make a move on you!" Kandy laughed harder and shook her head. "That's the most hilarious thing I've heard all month. Seriously, that's a good one Ryan." Eric watched Ryan for a few seconds afterward as he leaned back down over the body, obviously ignoring Kendrel's laughter. Eric had just gotten a little more insight into exactly who Ryan Wolfe was, but not much, not much at all.

Ryan left the club before the police got there, with a promise from Alexx that her report would be waiting in his mailbox in the morning. He smiled and slipped out the back door with Kendrel. It wouldn't be very good for him to be seen with Eric all the time, or just at crime scenes in general. He had to stay low key to the authorities, not that he quite knew why, but those were different demons he was trying to hide.

"I'd love to stay and watch more imaginary women hit on your Ryan, but I've got to get ready for my show." Kendrel kissed his cheek and turned the corner, walking down the side with her lime green scarf blowing in the light breeze. Ryan shook his head and kept going straight, his little sedan waiting for him.

Once at home he dropped back on the couch, still tired from the other night, and from the meds he had taken before he left the apartment. His headache had been reduced to a dull throb, but it was still something that he wanted to get rid of. Closing his eyes, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and slowly let himself drift to sleep.

He saw the woman from the alley in his dreams, but only for a second. She was once again in the alley and was walking towards him. Before Ryan could turn away he blinked, and where the woman once was, he saw Eric Delko walking towards him. Pausing in confusion, and slight shock, Ryan blinked as Eric stood in front of him, pinning his back against the wall. Ryan opened his mouth to speak but Eric place his finger on his lips, then slowly brought his finger across Ryan's bottom lip, caressing it. Ryan felt a shiver go through him and he closed his eyes. It was then that he felt Eric's lips on his own, wanting, needing, taking.

A soft moan came from Ryan's throat as he pushed his lips back against Eric's, returning the kiss with equal vigor. He felt a hand raking it way through his hair and pulling his head back slightly. He felt the lips leave his own but soon felt them on his neck. Hot, fevered breath traveled across his skin and Ryan thought that his knees would give out on him. Ryan opened his eyes slowly as Eric started to suck gently at his skin, pulling it up and caressing it with his tongue. When Ryan turned his head to look at Eric, Eric's eyes met his own. Ryan felt his voice leave him and all he wanted to do was to stand there with Eric Delko.

Ryan's eyes shot open and he groaned with pain suddenly. He was disoriented and rubbed his stomach. He found himself back in his apartment and Puff was sitting on the ground, staring at him with wide innocent eyes. It registered to him then, he was back in his apartment and Puff had just jumped in from the window, looking for her meal.

Ryan glanced outside and was almost shocked to find that the sun had risen again and it was a new day. He sighed slightly and pushed himself off of the couch. After feeding the cat he decided to take a shower and change his clothes. Today he was actually going to get some work done, he was going to find out everything he needed to know about his victims. After stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist he grabbed his toothbrush. He wiped the condensation off of the mirror and froze. On his neck was an already purple bruise. His breath hitched when he ran his finger over it. Something definitely wasn't right here, and he was starting to get weirded out.

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A/N: More goodness on the way, So here's to hoping, and read and review:D