This is Chapter 3. Hope you like!

Later that evening Horatio got serious and called in the troubled C.S.I. for a private talk. It was time to put this to an end. Who took the evidence?

Ryan sat in a seat outside of the interrogation room joined by the man himself.

"H.," he faced him.

"Mr. Wolfe, how are you feeling?" he sounded concerned.

"Tired - I can't stop thinking of what will happen if we don't get the evidence."

"If, it's about your well being, don't worry."

"I mean, how can Stetler know about this?"

"I don't know, but we gotta stop this...What did he say?" Ryan explained, telling him every detail, but only one part atood out.

"He said: 'admit that you lost the picture frame'..."

"Did you, say anything to him about the picture frame, before he accused you of losing it?" There was a pause when he pondered.

"No," he observed his stern face.

"Mr. Wolfe, I think I may have the answer," Horatio stood.

"What?"

"He might be involved," he left the scene.

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As soon as he was gone, Ryan went and found his closet alli.

"Calleigh," he caught her going into the elevator.

"I can't stop now." He hesitated for a few seconds then slipped in before the doors closed. "What's going on?"

"Uhhh, Horatio thinks Rick is in on it."

"Really?" she whispered, trying not to be heard by countless others.

"But we need proof." Calleigh sighed staring him sadly in the eye, "I checked everywhere:there were no prints, no tranfer, nothing." He made a frustrated expression. "...oh my gosh, what about the cameras?"

"There are no cameras, Horatio trusts us completely."

"He does," the elevator came to a stop, "Rick doesn't." She began to exit.

"Where you going?"

"To do something, I'll be back soon." After seeing his cute worried face she added, "I promise."

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Being absolutely sure, Ryan checked the lab for cameras, and yes, he found one. It was in the corner of the wall and the roof. Quickly he took it down and proceeded towards the A.V. lab.

There he sat viewing footage from the night before. Suddenly the moment came up and shocked him out of his mind. Calleigh soon walked in to see him staring, head down, on the floor.

"I'm back," she greeted with a smile but he never saw it, "What's the matter?" She lifted his head by his chin.

"We can't use this tape."

"Why not?"

"Look," he played it and she watched. In a matter of seconds her smile changed to a frown: it showed the two of them kissing!

"Oh no," she covered her mouth, "do you think Rick knows?"

"We're busted, Cal.!" he burst out in tears.

"No we're not," she stooped in front of him, cupping his cheeks, "sh, stop crying. Listen, did you see anything useful on the tape - if not we can destroy it?"

"No, there wasn't."

"Okay, did you check all the cameras and tapes?"

"Uh uh."

"Well keep checking 'till you get something..." He nodded. At that moment Eric came in.

"Hey what's up guys?" Ryan jumped out of her hand and took off the video. Calleigh stood on her feet.

"Just helping Ryan out with something," she clarified.

"Oh yeah I heard, you okay, man?"

"Yes," he nodded putting the tape on the table. She took it up, heading towards the door.

"I'll, uh, take care of this," she told him then she and Eric left.

"Man, he's taking it pretty hard - was he crying?" he followed her.

"Yeah, I feel sorry for him."

"What a wuss..."

"Don't say that," she snapped at him, giving him a death glare. He stared surprized at her sudden reaction.

"Okay, sorry...what's on the tape?"

"Stuff," Calleigh ended it as politely as she could, not paying him any mind. After the voices disappated, Ryan sat around the desk and continued his search.

The young C.S.I. watched the tapes until he lost track of time. Vibrations suddenly startled him. He raised his head off the table wiping his face and realized it was his phone in his back pocket and that he had been sleeping for a long time.

"Hello?" Ryan said wearily putting the phone to his ear.

"Did I wake you?" a familiar chirpy voice asked.

"Yeah."

"Please tell me you're not at the lab."

"I'm right where you left me."

"Ryan, go home! I knew this would happen; this is why I'm calling you. Do you even know what the time is?" Ryan glanced at his watch and back at the screen of the computer.

"Uh, midnight. Why aren't you asleep, Cal.?"

"'Cause, 'cause..." calleigh paused thinking of how not to sound stupid. She was lying comfortably in her bed between the sheets, staring at the ceiling. How foolish it would have been if she told him that she was dreaming of him. "I woke up, not too long ago, and my mind ran on you."

"Oh - okay," Ryan leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and grinned.

"So uh, did you at least find a good video?"

"Oh," he jumped at the sudden change of the subject staring back at the screen. At that moment he found what he was looking for. "I think I just did."

"What is it?" she asked surprized.

"I'll tell you tomorrow." Ryan closed his phone in gladness. On the other line she smiled to herself. That man would never give up, no matter how hard times got, he'd keep on trying. And that's why she loved him so much.