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Here it is the next chapter. Before we begin I would like to thank my reviewers. I'm glad you like this story so much. And on with the weirdness.

Chapter 3

A very tired Ryan walked through the door of his homey apartment and proceeded to plop onto the first surface he could find. Sighing the man leaned back and closed his eyes, memories of the night rushed through his head. The evening itself had been uneventful, but nice. 'I wonder why they didn't say anything about my behavior at the crime scene today.'

He grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and laid back a while trying to rid his mind of any further thoughts. Around ten the sound of the phone ringing caught Ryan's ear. "Damn phone." he moved to get up, but something stopped him, more of he couldn't move his legs. Looking down he saw a package, rectangular and wrapped in brown. 'What the hell?' Ryan questioned himself, mentally.

After a quick scan of the package, Ryan had no sender or any idea of the sender's identity. The package itself was nothing special, just a rectangular box with brown paper found at many stores, the sender's name wasn't posted , nor was there any evidence that is ever was. The phone was left in the background unanswered, as the answering machine picked up.

Ryan's hand moved to rip the wrapping away. When the last of it was gone, he opened the package. The sight before him was revolting to say the least, covering his mouth looked inside the package again. A dead hand laid inside, the smell of the rotted away flesh started to fill the room. A note was attached to the side of the box. Ryan ripped the note and quickly recovered the box.

"What the hell?" Ryan questioned, again. The note read:

Chosen One you will fulfill your destiny soon. Two more deaths shall happen, of you are truly the Chosen One you will know who, why, and how soon, before my followers kill them.

-Your Follower

"Chosen One?" Ryan, unconsciously ran his tongue over his two slightly elongated canines, not large enough to show if you were not looking for it. The phone started to ring again, causing Ryan to jump slightly.

"Wolfe." He said into his cell phone.

"Mr. Wolfe I believe you should come down to see this." Ryan was surprised to hear Horatio calling so late at night, and was speechless.

"Okay, but where? The lab?"

"Yes, and come quickly." With that Horatio hung up leaving a very confused Ryan in his living room. After the words settled in Ryan walked to his door, taking his jacket as he walked past the coat hanger. A quick ride in his Hummer brought him to the front of the Miami Dade Crime Lab. The parking lot itself was pretty much empty, only the night shift cars filled the lot. Ryan got out and walked through the double glass doors, he spoke with the secretary on duty, who in his opinion was a very grumpy person. Ryan couldn't help, but smile when he saw Eric walking towards him. 'Thank god. That sectary was going to kill me from boredom.'

"Hey Wolfe, you got Horatio's call too?" The Cuban waved, his hands moving animatedly.

"Yeah. Who calls at…" Ryan moved his jacket sleeve up and looked at his leather wristwatch. "Eleven o'clock at night?"

Eric shrugged in reply, with a wave of his hand he left, leaving Ryan to follow. The duo walked through to the back of the lab's until they walked into a normally unused one. When they entered Ryan's jaw dropped. The room was large enough for five or six people with the standard table in the middle. Laying on top of it was the different pictures, each of the crime scenes specifically the words. To the left of the table on the far wall was a screen with English.

"What's that?" Ryan pointed towards the large screen.

"This Mr. Wolfe is the English version of what is written in Latin on the pictures." Horatio spoke for the crowd. Ryan looked up and read words aloud:

When the servants of darkness rise and the direct royal blood line disappears to one, a power may be awakened inside the descendant, giving him the power of….

The rest was left off. 'Maybe this has to deal with the two dead bodies that are going to come soon.' The weight of the box shifted slightly. Ryan decided to pull it out. "I may have a clue, this was at my door." He handed the box over to Alex, who had just entered the room.

"What is it baby?" She asked, tilting the box to try and determine the object.

"Just open it." Ryan commanded, softly.

Alex lifted the lid off the box and gasped, loud enough to alert the rest of the group.

"What is it Alex?" Horatio commanded, his sunglasses were taken off quickly. Why he needed them no one dared to ask.

"It's a human hand." She was shocked and it showed in her voice. Eric and Calleigh just stood there wide-eyed. Horatio calmly walked over and looked inside the box.

"Do you know who sent it?" From then it became more of an interrogation, one where Ryan was less helpful, then the son or daughter of a murder victim. After a series of no's, Ryan was able to relax a little.

"Well I don't think we'll be any help, H." Eric stated, hinting the same thing the other's wanted; to go home. With a nod of his head, Horatio dismissed the group. Alex walked towards the morgue , as the trio made up of Eric, Ryan and Calleigh turned towards the front.

"Well, who would have thought we would be here so early." Calliegh stated, trying to make a conversation. Her attempt was met with a icy tension. Her patients was always very thin and could only be described as a short rope in situations like this. Deciding that it was better to just leave she sped up and walked out the door in a huff, leaving two confused males behind.

"What just happened?" Eric asked, confused. Women were a mystery to him, despite his ladies man reputation. While he walked ahead he almost ran into a lab tech. Who worked in the DNA lab on the graveyard shift, if Ryan remembered correctly. Eric muttered a quick sorry. A snort made him glance back at the image of a smirking Ryan. 'I wonder if he smirks like that while in bed… Whoa not the type of thoughts I need here around the object of my most recent obsession.'

Seeing Eric flustered had it perks, but Ryan thought enough was enough. He replied to the question from earlier. "I think she left because of us." The thought of elaborating was something he wasn't the keen on doing. Eric on the other hand had averted his attention from his thoughts to Ryan, trying to decipher the cryptic message, which in reality wasn't all that cryptic. When the duo arrived at the door they started to say their respective goodbyes, well at least Ryan. Until Ryan felt someone staring at him, he turned slightly and almost threw-up at the sight of the secretary from before checking out both him and Eric, bringing an unknown to the surface.

"I guess this is goodnight or good morning." Ryan said, timidly still vividly aware of the woman behind them.

Eric just nodded, turned, and walked through the doors. His face void of emotion. 'Jerk' Ryan thought as he followed a headache building behind his green pools.

The drive home was fast, with no traffic. When Ryan walked through his apartment door for the morning he was dead tired, the headache pounded in his head full-force. It took a great effort for the man to drag himself down the hallway to his bathroom, cursing his OCD all the way. Another five minutes later and Ryan was ready to sleep. Climbing underneath the bedspread he fell asleep in record time.

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