Author's Note: Well, I do not really have anything to say, except after the story. Well, enjoy my extreme torture of the CSI: Miami characters.
Also, check out my new story Secrets. It's a Big Time Rush story, so if you're into that kind of thing, go check it out!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the show!
Waking Up In More Ways Than One
Ryan's eyes fluttered open, straining against the bright sunlight that was coming in from the hospital windows. He took in his surroundings; the white walls, the machines and IVs that were connected to him, Eric sitting in the bed next to him reading a book, Calleigh in the visitor's chair sleeping. But, there was something wrong with this picture. Where was Dylan?
It hit him then. He remembered last night. He remembered the undercover mission, the kidnapping, the dream… The dream!
Just thinking about it brought tears to Ryan's eyes. He hastily blinked them away. He didn't want to seem weak.
Ryan then turned to Eric, who was still completely engrossed in what he was reading, not even noticing that Ryan was awake.
"Eric," Ryan said, breaking the silence. His voice was weak, raspy. It barely came out above a whisper.
Eric's head snapped to look at the brunette. He gave Ryan a slight smile. "Hey, Ry, how're you feeling?"
Ryan looked at him with eyes that told him exactly what he was feeling. His hazel eyes were dead and cold. They were lifeless. God, Dylan disappearing affected Ryan so much.
"How do you think I'm feeling?" Ryan ground out the question through his teeth. His jaw was clenched and his hands were fisted in the sheets.
Eric smiled at him, trying to keep the mood light. "Don't get snippy with me. It was just a question." Eric's attempt at teasing was met with cold indifference.
"What have they found out? Have they found her yet?" Ryan's question was expected. Even though he asked it, the SU2 agent already knew that answer.
Eric sighed and looked back at his still open book, not really reading anymore. "No, Ryan, they haven't found anything yet. We'll catch Mark, though, and get Dylan back. Give them some time."
Ryan's eyes blew open wide. The EKG started going berserk as he tried to sit up, and he did so after a few moments. "Time?" Ryan asked incredulously, "You want me to give them time? The other girls were killed within the first twenty-four hours. We don't have any time!"
Ryan's shout awoke Calleigh. She sat up in her chair, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Taking in the scene before her, she quietly slid out of the room to search for Alexx.
Eric got up and tried to push Ryan back down onto the bed, only to fail miserably. "Ryan, please, we don't want a repeat of last night. Calm down, Ryan."
Ryan just scrunched up his eyes and shook his head wildly. "I want to go out and help. Get me out of this hospital bed."
Ryan fumbled with all the wires connected to him, pulling the IVs out of his skin. Eric then hit the button to call for the nurse. Ryan got both of his legs off the bed and tried to stand, only to stumble into the visitor's chair.
Alexx came rushing into the room, Calleigh following close behind. Alexx put her hands on Ryan's shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed. Ryan sat there, breathing heavily.
"Ryan, you have to stop pushing yourself so hard. We need you to heal. You don't need to be out there right now. I know you want to help, but, baby, stop this," Alexx pleaded with Ryan. He didn't even look into her eyes during her speech.
Ryan didn't even try and listen. He thought she was wrong. He needed to get out there and find Dylan. In his eyes, he couldn't let her down again. It was his drive to get out there. But, for now, he'd rest like they told him to.
Eric returned to his bed, Alexx left, and Calleigh crawled back into the visitor's chair. It was only when all of them thought that Ryan was asleep that the brunette realized something.
Eric had called him Ryan, not Wolfe.
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Ryan made himself wake up only a few hours later. He checked the room. Eric was sound asleep; Calleigh and Alexx were nowhere to be found.
Perfect.
Ryan slowly got up out of the bed, biting his lip to suppress the groan of pain that tried to slip out of his mouth. He started walking, stumbling slightly. The clothes that were resting on the end of his bed were obviously for him. Ryan got dressed, stretching his sore muscles. He tried making as little noise as possible, so he didn't wake Eric.
He slowly limped towards the door. The pain that was shooting through his body was almost unbearable. Ryan didn't stop moving, though. He had to make it out of there, for Dylan's sake. He would make it for her.
Ryan walked out of the door, looking around to see if anyone was there. The halls were deserted. The bright fluorescent lights were shining only slightly. Occasionally they would flicker. It must have been really late at night.
Ryan limped through the halls. He was struggling along and his breathing was becoming ragged. It wouldn't be too long before he completely passed out from the pain.
The doors of the hospital opened before him. Ryan's hazel eyes looked around for a car. He found no familiar vehicle. This meant that he was going to have to steal one. He wasn't proud of this.
Ryan's hand closed around the handle of a bright, cherry-red Corvette. No matter how hard he pulled on it, the door wouldn't budge. Leaving him no choice, he took the switch blade from his left black Converse and stuck it in the window. He jiggled it around until he heard a small, almost inaudible click. Ryan was in.
His bandaged hand hung limply at his side while he drove with his left. The speedometer read well over 100 miles per hour, but the speed limit was only a suggestion to Ryan at the moment. There were no cars on the Miami highways, leaving no worry of anyone getting hurt. Ryan just drove for the only place he knew that Mark could have Dylan.
Ryan was going to find her, no matter the cost.
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Eric's eyes fluttered open at the commotion that was ringing in his ears. God, he was lying in a hospital bed. You would think that people had respect.
The sight before Eric was shocking. The entire team was here; Horatio, Calleigh, Walter, Natalia, and Frank. Eric looked over to Ryan's bed, about to ask him about what was going on when he found it empty.
The covers was thrown everywhere and the clothes that had been laid out for the brunette where long gone. Blood drops littered the floor, making a trail to the door. Ryan had snuck out.
"Where the hell is Ryan?" Eric asked, but he already knew the answer.
Horatio looked up to Eric. His eyes were cold and unresponsive. Eric knew what he was feeling. He'd lost not only one, but two agents that were supposed to be in his care. It was bad.
"Mr. Wolfe," Horatio started, using the tone of voice he used with all the criminals, "has gone missing. We figured this out when a car was reported stolen from the parking lot."
Ryan stealing a car? That was a shocker. Ryan never used to do things like that. Well, he did, but… It was different then.
Eric knew what Ryan was trying to accomplish, though. He shook his head at the thought.
Ryan was going crazy. He was turning into a mad man trying to find his partner. Eric knew what it was like to lose a partner. He'd lost Speed. But to know that they're out there, alive and with a chance of survival? That would probably drive Eric insane, too. It would overcome every other thought on his mind.
Eric couldn't really blame Ryan, but this wasn't going to excuse his actions in court. He hoped that they'd go easy on him, though.
A few police officers were interviewing people, trying to figure out if anyone had seen Ryan last night, but no one had. The hospital had been short of staff and there was a huge car accident in Key West. The emergency room had been flooded, and that was nowhere near where Ryan had been.
Eric frowned slightly at the thought of his friend, bleeding and broken, in a stolen car that was probably going so fast, the scenery was blurring past him.
Author's Note: Well, I know it was so late compared to my last one, but I went out of town to spend time with family at Thanksgiving. Sorry, but I didn't have Internet where they lived, so that wasn't an option. Also, I don't think I'll be able to update until next week. I have to go out of town again this weekend. Anyway, read and review.
