A/N: Well look who has returned to this story?! Honestly, I've been watching some re-runs of the show and had the inspiration to continue with Ryan's journey at the LVPD Crime Lab. So yeah, we're doing that. HIIII!

Disclaimer: The amount of spelling mistakes in the previous chapters absolutely kill me too, I apologise severely on my own behalf... And, I don't own anything. :P

Updates/Story Notes: Catherine and Grissom are both supervisors still. Ecklie is assistant director and Sofia hasn't yet gone. Just for old times sake. Mia is still there just because I like her character and.. thought she was interesting.

- CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION -

Ryan had been called out to work on a case with the day shift, hence why he'd already been at work by the time the rest of his colleagues from the night shift joined him. He'd recently been moved from unsolved cases to the main shift team and that was a big step for him considering how he'd started out in unsolved because he wanted to take things slow as he'd just moved to Vegas.

He was just sitting in the break room, listening to 'Everlong' by Foo Fighters as he was on his phone typing out a message to send to one of his former colleagues in Miami as a response to the voicemail he'd gotten from them. "I have your sweater. Haha." He muttered, a grin spreading across his face as he did so.

"Do you not have any callouts either, Wolfe?"

The young CSI sent the text and glanced over his shoulder at Nick Stokes. "No, actually. This is my double. I was called in to assist day shift on a triple homicide and that case was solved-" Ryan checked his watch. "About an hour ago." Nick nodded, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"How many coffees have you had?"

"Four. Why?" He responded, turning on the TV.

Nick gave him a look. "Four? Well.. apparently you're quite the coffee fanatic." Wolfe nodded, holding his phone to his ear. "I worked 12 days straight a few times. Got used to relying on short hours of sleep and coffee." 12 days? He'd usually get sent home if it had been any longer than three days. The senior CSI drank his coffee, watching the younger in such bewilderment.

Ryan chuckled. "Comes with the job." "Nobody here was done more than a week, how did you get through lack of sleep for a fortnight?" Stokes came over and sat beside him, refilled coffee cup in his hand. Wolfe told him that sometimes he just didn't even think about the personal side of it all. His perfectionism is what causes him to be so professional even when he'd be completely down.

"What happened after?"

"Day after, supposed to be my day off, I get called in and end up with a nail in the eye. Some kind of bad luck, huh?"

Now that he'd heard about. That Wolfe had been one of the first criminalists to be shot with a nailgun. It made it's way across the whole board purely because of how outrageous it was. The details weren't too intimate but people had a good enough idea from what had been described. This kid really was tougher than nails. Literally.

Stokes then shared the story to the younger CSI about the time he was buried alive. Ryan's expression was stone cold. Blank. "..Buried in a glass box? Underground? And I thought getting shot with a nailgun was bad." Nick laughed. "Both just as bad, Wolfe." Being able to understand the newest addition to their team a lot better had been important for everyone. Nick was happy to open up about the rough times in life he'd faced in a deep conversation like that as it showed how Ryan did feel comfortable enough to share such a nightmarish event that he'd probably lost sleep over.

"Hey Ryan, you're with me for the night!" Catherine said as she walked past.

Ryan nodded. "There's the callout, Stokes. See ya!" And just like that, the brown-haired CSI went after their supervisor who'd called him up to assist her with her case. Nick laughed to himself. Ryan did remind him of Greg a little. "See ya." He muttered.

Later that evening, the two separate cases Grissom's team and Catherine's team were working had yet again collided.

Ryan was in DNA, running the blood sample collected at the victim from the car's apartment to see if it was where they were killed. He tapped his foot on the floor, in wait of the results to be printed out. As he did, he caught the attention of CSI Sanders who was quite amused by him. As he almost reminded him of himself before he became a CSI.

"What are you listening to?" He inquired, looking into the pile of folders for his results on the DNA from under the vic's fingernails.

"Foo fighters. Your results are in the third folder, Mia told me to tell you."

Greg rolled his eyes as he flicked through the pile and pulled out the third folder out of the seven. "Nice choice. And thanks." Wolfe smiled at the older man, then grabbing his results from the printer. Sanders left the DNA lab with his results and Ryan grimaced at his. "Dammit."

"I thought you were in a good mood today!" Catherine said mockingly as she entered the lab as Greg exited. Ryan gave a sarcastic laugh and handed her the results paper. "I am. It's just that.. the blood isn't Mason's, it's a familial match."

The supervisory CSI's eyes scanned over the paper. "Well, Mason has a brother called Daniel. Apparently he's been on the missing persons list for a good week or so." Ryan sighed. "What if Mason killed Daniel? It would explain why his blood was pooled all over the floor in Mason's apartment. Someone decides to get their revenge by spinning out his car?"

"Maybe. We'll just have to find out, won't we? I'll call Brass and have him talk to the parents."

"What are you doing, Ryan?" Grissom asked as he saw the CSI looking over crime scene photos from his hit and run and their homicide. Wolfe reached his for notepad, producing a pen from his pocket and writing down something as he spoke. "Theorizing to find an answer." The supervisory CSI glanced over his shoulder in curiosity as to just what he was writing. On the page, there was notes from both cases listed as similarities.

"You see, if the killer of Joanna McKenzie was our vic, Mason, who theoretically also killed his brother Daniel.. then there would be motive for someone to want him dead and ultimately attempt to crash his car." Ryan picked up the pictures he'd taken while processing the car and showed his boss, who was quite impressed by his newest team member's initiative in this case.

Grissom flicked through the photos until he got to the one of the bumper. "You found paint transfer?" "I did. Got it to Trace straight after." The older man smiled to the younger. It appeared that getting a closer look into the car had proved to be proactive as he'd found a lead in the case. Something that they had been quite short on for the last few hours. All he had to do was be a little more outspoken about his results and then it would be great.

"Good job. That's great work, Wolfe."

Ryan nodded. Honestly, he'd been trying not to get into too much drama, which is why he hadn't been as outspoken as he was in Miami. It was kinda like a new him. Quieter, less argumentative and still as committed as he was before. "The results came back to a red Lamborghini, which means we're looking at someone who's a little higher than our kind of salary. Archie should have the CCTV footage hopefully showing the crash, or at least, a speeding Lamborghini with white paint transfer on it."

"So what are you waiting for?" Grissom questioned with a smile.

"Oh yeah. I'll page you when I get something!" He said, leaving the lab and making his way towards A/V.