Authors Notes: What would CSI be without drama? Not CSI.

Chapter 3.

Wolfe exited the terminal, his earphones still plugged in and his hood still on his head. It was raining outside and he could see that from the windows. Ryan put on his jacket and gathered his suitcases. It was going to be a long night. That was for sure.

He made his way out and towards the exit, hauling his suitcase and carrying his bag securely as he walked at a pace. For someone dressed casually - he still acted like a police officer. There was still a lot of things he had to do before he settled into his new lab. He needed to get his firearm. His work I.D. and lab coat. It most certainly was not going to be the easiest thing in the world.

He'd been so fortunate for his lawyer brother to get a family friend to pick him up from the airport. That meant he wouldn't have to wait for a taxi and pay them money. He was already covered in that area. Ryan saw his friend's SUV pull up in the parking lot as he went out into the rain. He quickly made his way over and got into the car.

"Wolfe. How was the flight?"

"Long. To be honest I did sleep a fair amount of the way here."

Carlos Wolfe's best friend, Tobi Rojas, started driving. He'd always been a fan of the youngest Wolfe sibling. He was the over mature sophomore with a track record nobody could keep up with. Ryan refused to do anything that involved some form of equipment and said the human body was the only thing he'd use for any sort of sport. Football was most certainly a sport he despised. "Still wear sweater vests, wolf cub?" Ryan rolled his eyes at the older man. "Yes."

Tobi held back a laugh, having reached Ryan's apartment building. That conversation had actually lasted the whole way there and neither had really taken notice of it. The drive had been at least half an hour long. Ryan mock waved to Rojas as he took his stuff and headed inside. Luckily, he'd gotten his stuff settled in the few days before he moved to Las Vegas. So everything was already there. Plus his brother had bought a few things in order to save him time.

Wolfe got his apartment keys from the receptionist and took the lift to the third floor. He couldn't be too high up or it would trigger a panic attack in response to his fear of heights and that was the last thing he wanted. Ryan unlocked the door and opened it up. His new apartment looked almost identical to his old one. It had been totally revamped as well. Carlos had appeared to have not been joking when he said he was going to make sure it was completely brand new. Ryan was never really sure when to trust someone though.

The walls were painted an admirable shade of pastel yellow that gave the place a little authenticity. Everything was in the exact same placing it was beforehand and Ryan felt comfortable with it. He put down his bags and flopped onto the couch, exhausted from the journey even though he'd slept most of the way. It was probably because of how many night shifts he'd done pre-Vegas. All he needed was a good, long sleep. At least he didn't start his shift until Tuesday, so he had a few days to recover. He was going to be working as a graveyard shift CSI who could alternate depending on how long the case ran.

He had taken out his iPod from his pocket along with his earphones and placed them on the glass table. He'd left his shoes by the door out of a common repetitive action he did all the time and had always done. It wasn't long before he fell asleep on the couch. Ryan just wanted to sleep and the blanket on his couch was good enough warmth for a good rest.

"Jess.. What do you think this new CSI is going to be like?"

"Trained to do his job, baby. Get some sleep already." She muttered, rolling over to face him.

Greg nodded. He couldn't really sleep. He'd been wondering what their new teammate would be like. If he was loud or quiet. Friendly or just plain annoying. What he would bring to the team other than another brain to think with. All he knew was that it was some guy from Miami who had transferred labs.

Catherine flicked through the letter of recommendation from Lieutenant Caine. It proved that Ryan worked hard. If his boss gave him something as good as this was, it meant that he would be able to fill in where things weren't being fulfilled within the team as it was.

It would be busy at her workplace when her new CSI officially joined her team, so she needed to be ready to face all the inquiries Nick, Greg and Warrick would have. Along with the lab techs. They'd be full of questions too about the Boston boy from Miami. Most certainly. Ecklie was hiring someone a little out of nowhere. But they needed it realistically.