Hey, sorry it took so long for an update! I know I said I would put one up right after chapter 4, but I didn't realize how long this chapter really was! Haha, hope you enjoy!

ALSO... I don't own anything involving CSI :miami except for George who I made up. Also, some of the places I mention may or may not be true, I'm not sure, sorry!

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Chapter 5

Ryan had never endured this much pain in his life, and he hoped he would never have to again.

"Why doesn't he just kill me now?" Ryan asked himself about George after he realized it hurt to breathe.

Ryan thought back, trying to sort out in his jumbled mind exactly what happened to him after his kidnapper threw him in the backseat of the Hummer. He remembered feeling a sharp pain in his neck, so he brought his tied up hands to his neck. Ryan let out a pain-filled sigh, feeling the painful welt that was there.

"No wonder I can't remember anything," Ryan thought to himself, "he drugged me!"

The next thing he remembered after being stuck by a needle in his neck was a fuzzy memory of being told he was being brought to an abandoned warehouse that he was currently in.

"Which, by the way, smells really bad," Ryan thought to himself grimly.

Then he remembered being told by George that he knew Horatio somehow. Ryan couldn't understand what he had been saying because he was still dealing with the after effects of the drug, and then he felt pain. George, his kidnapper, had become angry all of the sudden and had started kicking him, hard. But now, he was gone, and Ryan was left with a body filled with pain.

"What is he going to do to me now?" Ryan said to himself, dreading what was going to happen next.

As if he heard the question, the man came out then, and he had a gun.

"Wait, no, it's a phone, not a gun," Ryan thought in relief. "I am probably still under the effects of the drug."

"Hello, Mr. Wolfe," the man said to Ryan smiling. "I am going to ask you a question and you are truthfully going to answer it. If you don't, I will kill you, and if you do, I will let you talk to your team. Are you ready for your question?" he asked Ryan as if he was talking to a contestant on a game show.

Ryan nodded, the confidence and calmness he had showed at the crime scene completely gone.

"Okay, and your question is," the man said smirking, having purposefully made himself sound like a game show host, "are your parent's names Dan and Deborah Wolfe?"

Ryan tightened his jaw. "If he told, would it put his parents in jeopardy?"

"Well, what's it going to be?" George said not even trying to conceal his impatience.

"What-" Ryan said, stopping to clear his throat, "what would you do if I told you?"

His kidnapper laughed, "I wouldn't hurt them, if that's what you're asking. I just want a yes or no answer."

Ryan, still hesitant, nodded, wondering if he did the right thing.

"Good boy! And your prize is a chat with your boss!" George was still pretending he was a game show host. And with that, he took the phone and punched in a number.

As George was doing this, something clicked in Ryan Wolfe's head. "I know whereI am!"

Ryan knew he was in an abandoned warehouse already because George had told him, and there was that terrible smell… the smell of old, rotting fish, there is only one warehouse by the ocean and that's the fish factory that went out of business about a month ago!

"Ha!" Ryan said with satisfaction.

However, his concealed joy was cut short when all of the sudden George kicked him hard in the side.

Ryan groaned as he heard the crack of his ribs.

"Now, I am letting you talk to your boss and co-workers, but you better not say anything bad, you got it?"

Ryan, nodded, holding his breath so he wouldn't feel as much pain.

"Ok," George said, now smiling, the anger he showed less than 30 seconds ago gone.

"Hello, Horatio, remember me? What do I want, Horatio? Well I don't want anything, but I'm sure Mr. Wolfe does." George paused a little as Horatio talked.

"Oh, don't fret Horatio, he is in good hands. Do you want to talk to him or not? Okay, here he is."

However, George didn't hand Ryan the phone right away.

"Remember what I said, don't say anything."

"What could I say?" Ryan gasped out, of course lying.

"Okay, here's your boss," George said smirking.

"H-Hello?" Ryan gasped out in pain because it now hurt even more to breathe.

"Ryan?" Horatio's normally calm voice was filled with worry. "Are you okay? What did he do to you?"

"I can't say right now, H," Ryan said as he saw George making his way to take away the phone, realizing that the CSIs on the other side could be tracking the call.

However, before George could actually take the phone, he said into the phone, "I'm in the old fish factory by the pier!"

Right after Ryan finished saying this, though, Horatio and the rest of the team who had been listening heard a gunshot and the sound of someone dropping a phone. And then there was silence.

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ALSO... Ryan's parents are going to be in it more in later chapters. Thanks for reading!