-Set During Episode 7 of Season 3 where the Tidal Wave hits Miami-

Stepping off onto the chaotic mess unfolding in the Miami Dade Lab, crystal blue searches through the building until she spots someone that she knows. "Calleigh, hey!"

"Christa!" The tall blonde strides across the marble floor, catching up to her female friend. "What are you doing here? You should be backed up and inland by now."

An all too familiar smirk appears on Christa's face, one that Calleigh has known to mean nothing but trouble. "Well Miss Duquesne, I couldn't let you have all the fun. Besides, I figured it was all hands on deck for this."

Always a heart of gold. Calleigh's gaze flickers over to Christa's, holding her gaze. "Chris, your NOC shift you don't have to be here."

"Calleigh, it's not a matter of having to be here. We're CSI. We do this together." Nodding, Calleigh offers a warm smile before having the other woman follow her, hoping to have enough hands on the ground to assist with the disaster that is pending to occur.

After the wave hit, thankfully damage is limited to the coast and that the damage is not as awful as had been expected. Naturally, it is nice to have all hands on deck to help with the crisis scenario.

Like all of the other emergency services crew, Christa is new deep in muck, assisting with recovery and accidents before retiring to the department when things finally begin to calm down enough for her to head back.

Stepping out of the elevator, clear blues catch Eric Delko and Horatio Caine at the far end of the lab, resulting in a wave from her and a greeting in return. No doubt Calleigh alerted them I was assisting. Heading to the dressing room, thankfully she has another pair of shoes to change into as the current ones are now disgusting.

Rooting through her locker, the unmistakable Southern drawl of the blonde fills the locker. "Oh Chris, good you're back. I was hoping they wouldn't leave you out there too long."

"You know me Calleigh. Got to enjoy the sunlight while I can afterall."

Smiling at the inside joke, Calleigh can't help but shake her head at her in disdain. "Really Christa, you are too much sometimes."

"Yes, but you love me, so it really doesn't matter."

"Fair enough. How about drinks tonight? Been a while since I've seen you out with normal people."

"Normal people is vastly over-rated Calleigh. But sure, love to. Our usual at 7?"

"See you there."

"You did not!"

"I did," Christa giggles as she sips from the margarita currently in front of her. "What else was I suppose to do? He wouldn't stop calling. So what if I may have accidentally released his number to a Bear4Life page. We both know it was debatable he may have been into men too!"

A round of giggles fills the table as she receives a disapproving look from the older CSI. "Christa, he could have pressed charges."

"With what? I will have you know that he has stopped calling and appears to have found a very handsome boyfriend named Javier." Seeing Calleigh's look of shock, she takes out her phone and pulls up her former boyfriend's profile showing him alongside a smiling man. "I did him a favor."

Ducking the playful swat from Calleigh, steely eyes set on a man about her age, maybe a little younger walk in to the bar. "Hey Calleigh, isn't that one of your guys?" Seeing her distasteful look no doubt at how she describes the newcomer, "Morning shift guy. Not booty call."

Glancing over at who Christa is looking at, she instantly spots the soft-spoken Ryan Wolfe at the bar countertop, apparently alone. "Yea. That's Ryan Wolfe. He's the one that Horatio hired after Speedle-"

Nodding in understanding, neither really like to talk of the passing of Timothy Speedle. Such a kindred and wayward soul who was taken away so young. The next thing Calleigh knows, Christa yells out across the bar, "Hey, Wolfe!"

"Christa, what are you doing?"

Shrugging, honestly she is curious. She rarely gets to meet the newbies on days and swings. Lord knows she has been on NOC for too long to count. "What? Got to meet the newbie. And besides Calleigh, look. He's all alone."

Hearing his name, hazel eyes search the room before he spots the familiar blonde and a brunette who waves him over. "Calleigh, hey."

Gesturing to the empty 3rd chair at the table, "Hey Ryan. Take a seat and join us."

A deep unsettling pit grows in his stomach as he slides into the chair resting at their table. "Hi, I'm Ryan Wolfe," extending his hand to the brunette, noting her black slacks and off the shoulder dark green top. Shaking his hand, she gives him a comforting, soft smile "Christa Young."

"Christa is one of the NOC shift CSI's." Calleigh explains as she takes another sip from her margarita, and flags over a waiter to come and get Ryan's drink.

"Oh." Suddenly dawning on him the conversation he and Calleigh shared a few months prior, the image of a laughing Christa jumps straight to his mind. "Oh. I remember you. You were talking with Calleigh one morning in the lab. She told me that you tend to exaggerate your stories."

"Oh really now," raising an eyebrow at a guiltily smiling Calleigh, Christa's attention is solely on Ryan at this point. "Ryan, please do share what else you've heard."

So, I got stuck in trying to break the ice with Christa and begin the knowing of each other. I originally intended to have her come in during Rio, but as i did further research into the CSI timeline, it just did not add up as I wanted. Soooo...Christa meets Ryan sooner! The next chapters are obviously going to expand on their friendship and other shenanigans.

Please let me know what you think, if there is anything you want to see, and please, please review. I am excited to say I got another follower not that long ago. Made my day!

Thanks!

V.