Title: When You Look Me In The Eyes

Author: Sam/Greg Sanders

Beta Sanzo

Genre: Slash

Fandom: CSI Miami

Pairing: Ryan/Frank, Horatio/Eric

Warnings: angst

Rating: FRT

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Just play with them

A/N: More angst for my boys…..Song is by Jonas Brothers entitled When you look me in the eyes. As always the lyrics are in italics

Summary: Love will make things right.

When You Look Me In The Eyes

If the heart is always searchingCan you ever find a home?I've been looking for that someoneI never make it on my own

Ryan paced the hospital corridor as much as he could, before Eric halted him by placing a hand on his arm. He led the younger man to a waiting chair between Alexx and Calleigh, hoping that they could keep him seated for a bit. The Cuban understood his frustration and worry over his partner, hell, if that had been H in there he would be climbing the walls by now. But Ryan was going to crash soon and when he did he would be in a world of hurt.

The accident that the brunet had been in with the older detective had caused a lot of bruising and a major concussion for him, whereas for Frank the injuries where much more life threatening, seeing as the half ton had hit the driver's side head on. The doctor's had all told them, before rushing Frank to surgery that they were lucky he was even alive. Looking at his watch, Eric realized that that had been almost four hours ago, and there was still no word.

Dreams can't takeThe place of loving youThere's gotta be a million reasonsWhy it's true

Ryan leaned back against the wall behind his chair, and tried not to grimace when his bruised and battered body rejected the idea. He had been devastated when Horatio had told them that Frank had died twice on the way to the hospital and from what the red head had implied, if his heart stopped again it most likely wouldn't start a third time.

The brunet was trying to keep his emotions under wraps, he didn't want to break down in front of his friends, but he was having a hard time with it. The thought that he would lose the best dream turned reality was hitting him hard. He knew that if he could see Frank and talk to him, he could give him millions of reasons why the older man should hang on.

How long will I be waitingTo be with you again?I'm gonna tell you that I love youIn the best way that I canIt was six hours, thirty five minutes and eighteen seconds before a doctor dressed in green scrubs approached the group in the waiting room. It had been touch and go the entire time, and still he was listed as critical. There had been so much blood loss and trauma to his head and torso that everything on the inside was bruised. He had a grade five concussion, 3 broken ribs, a shattered left femur, numerous superficial scrapes, as well as over a hundred stitches in various places. And that was the good news, the doctor had explained. The bad news was that he was in a coma, albeit a drug induced one, but they weren't at all sure if he would wake up from it once they stopped the medication or not.

Watching the doctor walk away, Ryan felt the last of his strength leave him and his legs gave out from under him. Horatio grabbed the younger man before he could hit the floor and guided him back to the chairs. He could here his boss talking, telling him that it would be alright, but he couldn't really believe it. He had to see his partner, had to tell him he loved him one more time, had to demand that he wake up cause he couldn't go on with out him. The tears that he had held back for so long fell unchecked as he tried to grasp what life without the older man would be like.

I can't take a day without you hereYou're the light that make my darkness disappear

A nurse came out to let them know that Frank had been settled into the ICU and that they could visit him for only a few moments and only two at a time. The remaining CSI's decided to give Ryan all the time that was allotted, seeing as this might be the last time he could talk to his partner. Helping him up, Alexx walked with the young man as far as the door to the unit before kissing him on the forehead and praying that he would have the strength to go on.

Entering the curtained off area, Ryan took a deep breath and steeled his emotions against whatever was behind the curtain. Stepping around the edge, his breath caught at the sight of his lover. There were more wires, tubes and machines than man. He knew why they were all there, but it still didn't help the fact that it didn't look like the same man that he had gone for lunch with earlier in the day. Bowing his head on the only bare piece of skin he could find, he beg and pleaded with the older man no to leave him alone.

Movin' on, I start to realizeI can reach my tomorrowI can hold my head up highAnd it's all because you're by my side

It had been almost three weeks since the accident and there was still no change in Frank's condition. He was still hooked up to every machine that they could think of, and Ryan had become a daily fixture at his bed side along with all the machines. The young man continued to talk to Frank, telling him about the latest sport scores, the newest gossip at work and about all the plans he had for when the detective woke up.

There had been times when Ryan would look at the still figure in the bed and tell him all about his life before Frank, and how he didn't know how he would go on without the support of his partner. He told him how everything seemed better, brighter when he was beside him. How, even after all the gossip and snide comments, he was still able to go to work and do his job because he knew that Frank wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.

When you look me in the eyesAnd tell me that you love meEverything's alrightWhen you're right here by my side

When I hold you in my armsI know that it's foreverI just got to let you knowI never wanna let you goRyan waited by the sidelines as the doctor stopped the flow of medication that had kept Frank in the coma for the past six weeks, now it was a waiting game to see if he would wake up. Once the medical personnel had left, Ryan took up his regular spot by the head of the bed, stroking the bald head with his hand and just talking, asking him to wake up.

Every hour a nurse would come in to check his vitals, and give Ryan a small sad smile, as if they knew he didn't want to give up the hope that he would wake up. Ryan refused to believe the doctors and all the specialists that told him not to get his hopes up, that if the older man did wake up he might not be the same person Ryan remembered him to be.

Wrapping his arms around the detective's shoulders and placing his forehead against the slightly rising and falling chest he cried, telling the sleeping man that he wasn't ready to let him go yet, he never wanted to let him go. Ryan told him that he loved him and knew that Frank loved him back by the look in his eyes every time their eyes met. He wanted to see those big brown eyes one more time, even if it was just to say good bye.

Feeling the slight movement under his head, Ryan raised his tear streaked face to gaze into the slightly opened brown eyes that were staring back at him. Smiling the young man leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the dry lips, whispering "I love you." and sighed when he saw the same emotion staring right back at him.