A/N: Chapter 2! I'm honestly not sure what the purpose of this story is other than the pairing, but we'll keep it going. I have some ideas.

Song #2: "A Little Too Not Over You" by David Archuleta

Crimes involving water were Ryan's least favorite. At least with fire, you could get an idea of how bad the fire was, smell the chemicals used and pick up pieces. But water hindered cases if anything. It compromised DNA, got rid of trace and left no mark. That's why people took guns apart and threw them into the river. To avoid a search revealing anything. You wipe it down, remove the magazine and barrel then get rid of it.

He set his kit down and crouched down at the pool side, carefully swabbing the patch of dried blood. The team had been called out to a hotel swimming pool where a man apparently fell 20ft to his death. Ryan was by the pool whilst Walter and Natalia were in the hotel room the vic (supposedly) fell from.

The younger CSI took a sample of the water for analysis, surprised when the current increased. He heard muffled laughter a few feet behind him. The divers had already escorted the body out of the pool, however, there was evidence at the bottom of the pool. Which meant Ryan would once again he working with him.

"Don't like the water much, do you Wolfie?"

"Call me that again and I'll shoot you." Ryan responded, sealing the jar of water and putting it away.

Eric smirked. He slipped into the pool, holding his flashlight in one hand that he flashed at Wolfe. Ryan got slashed with water as he jumped in. Luckily it'd missed his bomber jacket, though his hair became entirely dampened. Wolfe put away the dry evidence collected once bagged and tagged. He couldn't believe it was just his hair. Of all directions.

He packed up his kit, going to the side to wait for Eric. Ryan wouldn't abandon him in the water again. He'd already learned from his mistake of doing so before. The younger CSI hadn't had the chance to explore for himself what lurked at the bottom of the water. His job was at the perimeter.

Delko, even though he was now in his thirties, didn't see anything wrong with a little playful banter. Ryan never complained about it.

He retrieved a gun that had been thrown into the pool. The water actually wasn't as shallow as it looked. Eric was on the verge of treading water, despite being 6"0'. He swam to the side, putting it firearm on the side and whistled to catch the attention of the younger man. "I found the murder weapon."

"Great." Ryan said, bagging the gun once he took it from Eric.

"You won't leave me behind now, will you?"

"Oh Eric," Ryan reached into the water and grabbed the bent keycard floating beside the Cuban-Russian. "You don't have to worry about that anymore. I'll wait days for you now."

"All the reassurance I needed. Thanks bud."

Ryan shot him a wink, going to grab his radio and see where the others were at.

It gave Eric the perfect time span to exert his seniority. Well, after he "examined" Ryan's new jeans. Looser on the legs, fitting on the waist. Accentuated his ass nicely. He'd gone back to bomber jackets which definitely fitted his dress style. Only he could wear a white jacket with a crimson t-shirt. Talk about fashion risque.

Wait.. since when did he care about the way Ryan dressed?

Eric shook his head and slapped himself out of the distraction. Ryan wouldn't ever think about someone like him. The guy had low standards, but high maintenance. If you couldn't understand him, you'd never be able to live with him.

"Got another song for me, Ry?" Eric questioned, watching as he came back in his direction with a smile on his face.

Ryan slapped him on the head. "A Little Too Not Over You, David Archuleta."

Delko wouldn't stop asking. He admired Ryan's choices in music. They weren't what he had originally identified with as choices, but they were still fun to listen to. Especially when Ryan sung them himself.

Last night, he never got to see Ryan sing whilst working late. He was out with Molly on a date. Slightly disappointing.

Eric didn't know why he felt so hostile hearing the word date. No matter, he decided, as long as Wolfe had a fun time and enjoyed his time with the lab technician. It wasn't Eric's place to care..

'Memories, supposed to fade.

What's wrong with my heart?

Shake it off, let it go.

Didn't think it'd be this hard.

Should be strong, movin' on.

But I see you..

Sometimes I try to hide

What I feel inside.

And I turn around,

You're with him now.

I just can't figure it out.'

...

'Tell me why you're so hard to forget.

Don't remind me, I'm not over it.

Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.

I'm just a little too not over you.'