I seriously own nothing. But I'd be okay if I owned Greg or Ryan. :)
This is my first CSI fic so please go easy on me. I usually write Lost Boy's fanfic.
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Ryan drug a smooth tan hand through his dark brown hair, furrowed his brows and lipped his lips nervous. One hand was pressing down on a thick dust coated book on human anatomy. He squinted in attempts to focus on the blotchy text. His free hand rustled through a pile of photographs. His hand landed on a particular photograph, the latest victim of the mystery killer. The latest victim was that of a nineteen-year-old exotic dancer named Misty Pennington. Like the other victims she was strangled with an unknown object. He sighed, running another hand through his hair.
"Ryan?" The deep voice of his boss, Horatio startled him.
"Yeah H?" Ryan didn't even glance up.
"How's the search for our weapon?"
"Still no sign. The cause of death appears to be strangulation. But there is only evidence to indicant that that there was pressure applied in certain areas, but not around the entire neck. The bruises don't prove that it was a hand."
" I think I may have an answer to your riddle Mr. Wolf. Allow me to introduce you to Lenne Sanders." Horatio gestured to the young women that had quietly entered after him.
Ryan turned around in mid yawn only to choke back the rest of his exhales. "Hhhi." He jumped up and extended his hand which she took offering a small grin.
"I'll leave her to explain it all to you. I have a meeting with our latest victims parents."
"Good luck." Ryan offered remembering all to well the reaction the last family gave.
As Horatio left, Lenne took a step forward and helped herself to the file on Misty Pennington. "Tragic isn't it?" She eyed Ryan with interest. "You a cop?"
"Um, yes. I mainly do lab work and assist at the crime scenes now. I'm sorry what do you do?"
"Lawyer." She offered him a tiny smirk.
"Oh. A lawyer?" Ryan set down the photos and looked up at her with puzzlement.
"Sorta. I haven't graduated yet. I work for the Las Vegas CSI team. That's where Rogers originated before he skipped town."
"I was going to say you didn't look old enough. Wait Roger's, he has a name now?" Ryan sat straight upright, his full attention directed to her.
"Ah, now I caught your attention." She smiled pushing a long strand of her chocolate brown locks from her face. "Phillip Rogers. He has some pending sexual assault with intend to murder charges on him in Vegas. I believe he killed a showgirl there, same fashion as the murders here. We are under the knowledge he buys drugs here to cart and push back in Vegas."
Ryan rolled his chair back and stood up. "This guy is facing drug charges too? Man, this girl is the third victim. He might want to consider another career."
"The only career for him now is waiting in a dark cold cell block." Lenne rested against the desk and offered Ryan her folder, which he gladly took.
"Whoa." Ryan stuck his hand to his back pocket and pulled out a vibrating phone. "Him, looks like we may have another victim." He grabbed his jacket and was trailed out the door by Lenne.
"Nice van." Noted Lenne as she shoved a pile of burger wrappers and over creased files into the back.
"What they drive Limo's where you come from?" Ryan hide his grin.
"No." She cocked her head to face him. "Denali's."
Ryan's grin instantly dissolved. "Touché."
They arrived on the scene only seconds behind Alexx and Eric. Followed by Calleigh and her new Hummer. "Looks like the parties already started." Lenne pointed towards a group of old balloons that were tangled in the bushes.
"And already ended." Ryan concluded.
"Ryan who's this? Your girlfriend?" Eric teased Ryan.
" Lenne Sanders. I work for Gil Grissom." Lenne frowned her arms folded not offering a handshake.
"Oh yeah yeah, your on loan from Vegas." Eric flashed her another smile which she returned while shaking her head. "Did you say Sanders?"
"If you'll excuse me." She pushed past him and followed Ryan into the house. If she hadn't known what to ecpect she might of heaved her breakfast. Though she wasn't to sure that anyone ever grew accustomed to the stench of decaying flesh.
"Emily Long. Age seventeen. Cause of death I believe is the same as the other's." Alexx was hunched over the poor dead girls corpse.
Ryan took a step back, "oh god, not again."
"Don't like the bloaters?" Lenne smiled and placed a hand on his back. "Practice makes perfect." She shoved his closer.
" Um, yeah. Okay so due to the bloated and the color, I'm going to go with she's been dead for at least four days?"
"Yep." Alexx examined the girl's neck. "We'll have to wait for the bloating to go down to tell for sure. But I'm almost positive she's been dead longer than Misty."
"How come no one has found her?" Lenne asked wrinkling her nose up as Alex popped the girl's bloated form.
"Good question."
"I need a drink." Ryan said holding back the urge to vomit.
"Ditto." Lenne smiled and snapped a finally photo of the girl.
Ryan was drumming his fingers on the bar's deep mahogany finish. The barmaid smiled at him and offered him a wink. "Hey Ryan. Another beer for you and your pretty girlfriend?"
"She isn't my girlfriend." He blushed. He grabbed the two beers and headed over to the table in the distant corner where thin women with long lashes and chocolate elbow length hair waited. He set the drinks down managing not to spill a drop.
"We've had quite a few already." She smiled. They had four already.
"So what's your story? You just visiting the sandy beaches of Miami, or this case go deeper then just paper?" Ryan flashed her a charming smile.
"I'm not drunk enough yet." She finished her fifth beer in one long gulp. "So Mr. Ryan Wolf what's your story?"
He smiled and laced his fingers around his own beer. "Who said I had one?"
"Fair enough. It's crowded in here. Can you take me back to my hotel? I would call and taxi and go myself but I don't know where I am."
"Have you ever been here before?"
"Nope."
"Well then, let me be your tour guide." Ryan slapped a bill on the table and took her arm and together they hailed a cab.
Ryan couldn't make what hotel she was staying at between her kissing his neck. She was really forceful, or drunk. Either way- his advantage. He stuttered his own apartment address and shoved a wad of bills at the cab driver. They stumbled into his bedroom and he flicked on the light before his body was shoved onto his unmade bed. He pulled her town to his level and kissed her back, his hand fumbling with his shirt buttons. To his surprise she ripped his shirt off him and smirked. He did the same to her red blouse and grinned sheepishly.
"Wait." Lenne pushed his hands back.
"Wha-what?" Ryan gave her a mixed expression.
"Should we be doing this?"
"Um. No?" Ryan asked shaking his head with confusion.
"Okay then." She smiled down at him and he returned it. Ryan over turned her and took the top.
Two days had passed and either of them could wipe the smirks off their faces as they passed each other in the hall. They had cleared that the last victim on the same cause of death as the other girls.
"All died the same way. The only leads we have is a drug dealer named Jeff Bash. Whom we are keeping in custody on numerous drug charges, but not enough to convict him on murder. Great, four dead girls, and no suspect. No finger prints, no skin cells, nothing. Zip. God." Ryan tossed the folders onto Lenne's desk angered at their dead end.
"Maybe not." Lenne hung up her phone. "I just got off the phone with Grissom. They think they might have found the murder weapon, and skin cells to match."
"How?" Ryan leaned on the desk.
"Another murder, this time in Vegas."
"Travel's fast doesn't he?" Horatio had entered the office. "The weapon should be here anytime now. I am guessing as you may have already thought Ms. Sanders that there are two killers."
"That would explain how he got from Miami to Vegas in a flash." Ryan explained.
"Well, Rogers a wrestler, so maybe the accomplice is a partner."
"As in a sweaty man in spandex wrestler?" Ryan asked.
"Yea. That's why the weapon is unidentifiable I suspect. I think he is using a tool, that a normal person with a little less muscle could mange."
"Such as?"
"I have a hunch. But until I see the item I won't be sure." Lenne was glancing between Horatio and Ryan. "What?"
"The funny part of the matter Ms. Sanders is that the skin cells pulled from the weapon were female. Not the victims." Horatio folded his arms and started at Lenne unblinking.
"A female wrestler then?" Ryan injected.
"I'll pull a list." Lenne shrugged annoyed that her theory was falling apart.
"Very good. Check for one's in the Vegas that may have a connection to either Mr. Rogers or Miami."
"Or the drug dealer." Ryan added.
"Steroids." Horatio muttered before leaving.
Lenne hit a few keys and glanced up to Ryan. "Can I help you Mr. Wolf?" She nibbled her lip after a few seconds of silence between them. She cleared her throat and adjusted her necklace. "Mr. Wolf?" She tried again.
"Dinner. Tonight." He was starring at her a mischievous grin plastered across his olive complexion, a smile dancing in the corner of his mouth.
"Are you asking me?" She placed her elbows on the desk and inched her body closer to his. He nodded and bent over the desk and placed a soft kiss on her full, red lips.
A crash inches from them on the desk caused the pair to jerk apart. A larger plastic bag was dumped; the contents were two large metal objects, obviously tools. "Wrenches?" Ryan asked. He looked at Lenne who wasn't paying any attention to the bag on her desk but was locked on the object over Ryan's shoulder. Ryan turned around.
"Greg." Lenne blurted out.
"Lenne." The slightly taller male responded. His hair was messy and he looked as though he hadn't shaved in about a week. Perhaps going for the scruffy work. His uniform said CSI.
"Greg?" Ryan asked, the playing the familiar name in his head.
"Greg." Lenne repeated.
"Your-" Ryan was about to say from Vegas but the other male cut him off.
"Her husband."
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Janie Marie Doe