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Drunken Love!

It was cold and wet as Piper drove down the road to nowhere…

'What am I doing?' Piper thought to herself.

'He doesn't want to see me. He'll think I'm crazy. Sure were married but that's just because we were drunk we didn't know what we were getting are self's into.'

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Ryan Wolfe walked down the crowded Miami Crime Lab. He seemed to be walking in a straight line even though his thoughts were preoccupied with what he had done 3 weeks ago on leave.

"Damn! Wolfe watch where you're going!" was a shout from an obviously overworked coworker after Ryan had so carelessly ran in to him. Ryan didn't mind he had worse things to think about. He though about asking advise from a fellow CSI but, he had no one to ask. It seemed that every time he tried to ask Calleigh, Eric, or even Horatio he decided against it.

Once again he was thinking over possibilities.

'Calleigh. No she wouldn't understand besides telling her would be to embarrassing. Eric. Yea Right! He wouldn't keep it to himself. By tomorrow the news of his drunken marriage would be in the damn weekly memo. Gee that only leaves Horatio and there was no chance in hell's name that I would tell my boss that I got drunk in Vermont and ended up marring a fellow vacationer. After only one date too.'

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"Dammit! Asshole!" Piper didn't normally cuss but a guy in a black Mazda just cut her off.

'Those guys in those sports cars think they can do anything' Piper sighed in relief. 'At least I am still alive' Her thoughts returned to Ryan. 'He must think I was insane to marry him. But it's not my fault. Pricord's city hall shouldn't let drunks get married. It's just absurd. Anyway we can always get a divorce. Right?' She stopped herself she was almost to Miami another 38miles to go.

'Great. 30 minutes till the end of my world and when I will meet my husband. Again'

Ryan had finally decided to ask Alexx Woods. Ryan stumbled into the morgue barely falling.

"Whoa! Hunny you okay?" Alexx asked more concerned of his eyesight.

'She's probably going to ask me how my eyesight is.'

"So, how is the eye?"

"Fine."

"Really?" Alexx said sarcastically.

"Really. All gone took the medication and very thing I had an appointment this morning.

"Well that's just great Ryan I'm glad to here it."

"Me and you both but, there is something I need your help with.."

Interrupting. "What? What is it?" concerned for her friend.

"First you have to promise not to tell a soul not even Horatio."

"Okay." She said now fully aware of the embarrassment in his voice.

"You… God this is embarrassing. You know that leave I took after the surgery?"

"Yes."

"Well I kind of went to the mountains for some down time in Vermont."

"Sounds like fun"

"Yea well I kind of met a girl there (quickly speaking now) and we went on a date and we got drunk…"

"OH GOD RYAN IS SHE PREGANT!" Alexx's eyes are wide as saucers.

"Nnnooo… God NO! Keep your voice down! We didn't get that far. 'At least I think' We…we got married and now I cant find her."

"And what do you need my help for? Looks like you've screwed up enough."

"Gee thanks for the help. I can't believe I even told you." He starts to walk away.

"Wait. Wait, do you know her name?"

"Piper something."

"Well that's a lot to go on." Alexx says pulling his chain.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to end up a married man to a women I've met once."

"I get you but I'm sorry I don't know how to help you. If she's smart she will find you. By the way, just out of curiosity, how can you get married while drunk in Vermont? I thought that was Vegas"

"Don't ask. Thanks anyway."

'Damn!'