Sorry it toke so long. I went to GradBash on Saturday and didn't get home 5, Sunday morning. Then I had a short bit of writers block. So anyways, mistakes are mine, as always. CC is welcomed, Reviews are always loved. I do own CSI Miami as well. My cat and dog said. As well as the purple elephant down the road. So here's the new chapter.

Ryan was taking photos of the scene before him. There was a blood pool on the ground where the body was. It was already on its way to the morgue, the man standing there watching Ryan work. This kind of disturbed him, but he wasn't going to voice this. He was working with Horatio on this one, Speed just hanging around in the corner. "I swear there are more murders everyday."

"That's what I use to say."

"Of course Speed."

"I did. I guess I was right since you're saying this many years later."

"Mr. Wolfe, what do you have?"

"Well, I found a casing on the ground. Looks like a 45.I give it to Calleigh; see what she can make of it."

"Anything else?"

"Not much, but there were signs of a struggle, so there maybe more evidence on the body. I'll look around to see if I missed anything."

"Bag what you can."

"Of course." Horatio walked out, and then Ryan heard scratching from the closet. He pulled out his weapon. He opened to find a little boy, shivering, and his hands bloody from scratching the door. He probably couldn't reach the doorknob. Ryan holstered his weapon. "Horatio! We need an ambulance! There's a kid here!"

The boy ran and grabbed Ryan's leg. "Don't let me go." the little boy whispered.

Ryan grabbed the boys' hands. Ryan noticed they were healing. "I this you or me?"

"You."

Horatio walked in. "The ambulance is coming." He looked at the boy clinging to Ryan. "Is he ok?"

"He is now."

Horatio saw the door. 'Bloody scratch marks?' "Ryan, what did you do?"

"I fixed his fingers. They hurt, so I fixed them." Horatio understood what he said then. 'He healed him.'

"Give me time Horatio; I'll be able to do more." He cradled the boy. Not but ten minutes later, the EMTs walked up. They tried to pull the boy away, but he wouldn't budge. "You have to go." Ryan spoke in a gentle manner.

"Will I see you again?"

"Yes, now go Geoffrey." The EMTs pulled the boy away. "Ryan, you just healed that child."

"Horatio, there was more to it than that. It was like, when I looked in his eyes, I saw everything." He turned and looked at Horatio. "This man here died protecting that boy." Horatio couldn't believe his ears.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah Speed?"

"Are you ok?"

Ryan smiled. "I think I'm starting to figure it out."

"But are you ok?"

"Never been better."

Calleigh was watching Ryan. This was unbelievable. Horatio's story fascinated her. 'More? Ryan said he could do more? How is that possible, the most I've heard of someone having is two.' Ryan was walking toward the front. 'Probably going to the hospital.' was her last thought as she began to examine the shell casing Ryan found.

Speed was with Ryan in the hospital. He was watching him. 'More?' He was asking the same questions as Calleigh and Horatio.

"Stop looking at me like I've grown two heads. I meant what I said. You just wait and see."

They walked into the hospital room. The young boy light up at the sight of Ryan. "You came."

"I promised." He stood by the bed. Geoffrey grabbed Ryan's hand.

"Thank you."

"I want you to tell me what you saw."

"You saw it already."

"Yes, but I have to write it down. Are you ok with that?"

"Can we do it later?"

"Of course." Ryan's phone buzzed. He looked at the id. It was Horatio. "Wolfe. Ok." He hung up. "Guess what."

"Yeah?"

"Your aunt is coming to get you."

The boy smiled. "She's going to take care of me?"

"Yes. Now I'll be right back." He walked out to speak with Speed. "The victim was his father. His aunt will be devastated, but happy he's safe."

Speed was silent for a moment. "He'll be ok?"

"He'll do just fine."

A woman ran in, looking frantic. Ryan knew it was her. "Over here." he said.

"Where's my nephew? Is he ok?"

"Geoff is just fine. He's waiting for you in that room."

"Thank you so much." She went into the boys' room. "Geoffrey, are you ok?"

"Yes Auntie, the nice policeman saved me."

The woman walked over. "Thank you so much. What's your name, I need to remember."

"Ryan, Ryan Wolfe."

"I'll never forget you. Do you know where my brother is, he's the boys' father." Ryan's smile faded in that minute. The woman saw this. Tears in her eyes began to form. "I should have known. Why else would they call me?" She looked Ryan in the eyes. "Thank you for what you have done. I guess I'll come by the station later, right?"

"Just for a few questions. Standard procedure."

"Of course."

Ryan began to walk away. He didn't know what the little would say to his aunt, but he didn't much care. He helped heal the boy. All he cared about at this moment he finding the killer of the boys' father and figuring out the rest of himself.