Title: The Secrets We Keep

Summary: Ryan falls for the new CSI, but will something end this relationship before it gets off the ground? Ryan/OC

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI:LV or CSI:Miami characters (even thought I really wish I did). I do own Gianna Silvio, and any other characters that don't belong to the people that own the CSI 'empire'.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a CSI:Miami fic, so please be gentle. The only time I get to watch it is when it's on A&E. I want to keep up with this story, seeing how as I have a lot of ideas in my teenage mind. I don't know how often I'll update with school, and my grades, and my job. It's a struggle

"Where'd she go?"

Ryan paces the floor of the interrogation room, which had became headquarters since my disappearance. After Horatio found out about me, he called Ryan to see if he knew where I was. Ryan panicked, and volunteered his help.

"I don't know, Ryan. She just said she knew who was doing this, got up, and left."

Horatio answers as he keeps reading the file that the Internal Affair detective gave him. My name was really Samantha McCoy. I had lived in Miami as a kid, but later moved to Las Vegas when I was sixteen, where I married who I thought was the man of my dreams, John. He was involved in some pretty shady drug deals, and I, myself, had fallen in with the wrong crowds. I was hustling at a local casino. When I started brining I more money than my husband, he got paranoid, and very abusive. Delko, who I had known since childhood, convinced me to go to the police and tell him everything John was doing. When I testified against John in court, he got his shady drug friends to threaten me. It was a big case, so the US Marshalls put me in witness protection under the name of Gianna Silvio.

"Eric, why didn't you tell me this before?"

"H, I didn't think this would happen. Gianna's a good kid, but you didn't see what that guy was doing to her."

Frank walked in and everyone jumped up, wanting to know where I was.

"You're going to love this."

"What is it, Frank?"

"Her ex-hubby John is living on South Beach."

While they all got ready to go, I was having the worst headache of my life.

"Don't worry, the chloroform will fully wear off in a few minutes."

As soon as I hear the voice, it hits me. It's Johnny.

"John,"

"So you do remember me, Sam. I was worried."

"What are you doing?"

"Sweetheart, you left me then you get together with Wolfe."

The way he said Ryan's last name made me want to deck him, like I'd never wanted anything more in my life.

"Ryan is a great guy, John."

"I bet he doesn't know about us."

He laughs, and I can feel his breath against my neck, making me cringe.

"You better hope your CSI buddies show up soon, or I might lose my temper!"

John screams the last part, hurting my ears, and making me afraid for my life. I try pulling my hands and feet, soon finding that I'm tied onto the chair.

"You should really not try doing that. It's just going to hurt you even more."

As my heart speeds up, the whole CSI team members' minds are running full speed.

"Ryan, babydoll, are you okay?"

Alexx asks, as she walks into the morgue. All she sees is Ryan furiously scrubbing his hands at the sink, not stopping for anything.

"Ryan!"

She finally walks over to him, and grabs his hands in her own. Ryan's hands are all red, and almost rubbed raw. Looking up at him, Alexx is ready to yell at him, but sees that his eyes are semi-bloodshot, and his cheeks are stained with tears.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

"It's just….it's…"

"Is it Gianna?"

"Samantha. Her real name is Samantha."

"What are you talking about?"

He sighs and waves it off.

"it's a long story. I'm scared, and worried, and nevous, and,"

"And you love her, don't you?"

Ryan stays silent, knowing that Alexx is telling the honest truth, even though he had never admitted it to himself, let alone anybody else. She sits down beside Ryan, lending him her ear.

"and do you want to know the best part?"

Alexx nods her head, basically telling Ryan to go on with the story.

"When Horatio told us about Gianna's past, I wasn't mad. I actually cared that much more, because she was strong enough to get out of a bad situation, and come out clean on the other side."

"You listen to me, Ryan Wolfe. You are all going to find her, and when you do, you will admit to her what you just told me, and the two of you are going to live a fabulous life together."

Ryan nods his head and goes back to the case. Before Alexx and Ryan can go on, Eric practically bursts through the morgue swinging doors.

"Wolfe, we found the ex-husband. We know where she is."

He instantly jumps up, goes out to the parking lot, and gets in the Hummer with Delko, following the rest of the crew to warehouse, where John is continuing his mental warfare on me.

"You know I never stopped loving you."

No response from me.

"Sammy, you may have been able to leave Las Vegas, but I followed you, and I'm not going to let you go."

"John, you have to. You need to move on, and find some sweet woman to spend the rest of your life with."

"But I don't want any other woman, I just want you."

I close my eyes and let my head fall back, not sure of what other method to try to get myself out of this situation. I hear a car pull up nearby, and having not heard any other car for a while, a spark of hope suddenly appears in my heart.

"What did you do, Samantha?"

"I didn't do anything. It must be my CSI friends that you talked about earlier."

Soon, my suspicions are confirmed when I hear Horatio's voice from outside.

"Vaughn, Miami-Dade crime lab! Let the girl go! She's done nothing to you!"

"Ah, Lieutenant Caine. I would really like you and CSI Wolfe to come in here, if you wouldn't mind."

The doors open and I see Ryan, Horatio, and Frank all walk in with the weapons drawn. I can read the worry etched in all three's faces.

"Are you alright, Gianna?"

I hear Horatio ask, and I nod my head as an answer.

"Oh, Samantha, is doing just fine. I've taken very good care of her."

"John, let Gianna go. She's doing nothing bad to you."

"Samantha! Her name is Samantha!"

As John yells, he presses a .9 mm into my neck, scaring me half to death.

"and She's done plently bad to me. She's the reason I was in prison for five years!"

"You were in prison because you commited drug related crimes, not because of your ex-wife."

"You're wrong, Horatio! It's all her fault! ALL HER FAULT!"

John starts panicking and moves the aim of his gun from me to the three detectives. Closing my eyes tight, I don't want to see what happens. Gunshots ring through the air for a solid five minutes.

"Gianna? Gianna, I need you to open your eyes for us, kiddo."

I slowly blink a few times as I open my eyes, looking right at Horatio.

"Good morning. Glad to see you join us again."

"Where am I?"
I ask, noticing that I'm laying in a hospital bed, the faint beeps of the heart monitor next to me.

"You are in the hospital. See, one of John's bullets ricoched and hit you in the abdomen. The doctors fixed you all up though. Do you think you can handle a visitor?"

I nod my head, not able to speak at the moment. Horatio walks outside, and lets Ryan into my room. He looks terrible, as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Hey you."

"Hey."

Ryan sits down beside my bed, fidgeting nervously.

"Look, I need to tell you something."

"Okay."

"I understand why you couldn't tell any of us about your past, and I'm okay with that. I love how you got yourself out of a bad deal, a raw deal on life, and have done a 100 turn around. You're great, and funny, and special. You're one of the only women I know that is crazy enough to actually dance with me."

I laugh, remembering the time we danced in my apartment, but the laughter quickly stops, when I realize how much it hurts.

"I almost lost you today, and it scared me pretty bad. I don't want to lose you again. Gia, I love you."

I'm a bit taken back by his words, but in my heart, I know that I love him to. I mean, everything that he had gone through to bring me home safe.

"I love you too."

And in that instant, we look at each other and smile, glad to have found the other half of our hearts. So, in the end, do the secrets that we all keep from each other ruin our lives? I don't think they do. In the end, I think the secrets that we keep just making life even more interesting.