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Chapter 6

Thirty minutes later the duo in front of the Bellmount cemetery. Alex stood behind them, watching the coffin before them being exhumed. "Poor baby, having to be dug up like this." Alex commented in her usual behavior. Every new body was like a child to her. 'I don't want to tell her that I highly doubt the man is in the coffin.' Ryan thought, already knowing what they would find. The question was, did he get buried, or was the coffin empty. The only way they would learn that would be by talking to the sister, who was missing. She went missing not even two days after her brother's funeral.

It may not have looked suspicious to the other's, but it stuck out like a sore thumb to Ryan. His aunt Marge would be more then willing to help, and he was thinking of taking that knowledge. 'I have to go home anyways.' Home had been his aunt's house for as long as he could remember. The story she had told him, when he was old enough to come into his vampire inheritance, at the age of sixteen, was that they died in a horrible car crash. His father was a royal, and was most likely assassinated, his mother was just a poor victim. Ever since that day, he looked at his parents differently, he always thought they abandoned him.

His musing brought him so far out of it, that he zoned out. It took over two minutes of Eric calling his name and a slap in the face to snap out of the trance. (At least that's what the Cuban said, when he retold the story the blonde CSI) "Wolfe, are you with us?" Ryan jumped at the sound, nodding his head yes in embarrassment. "Good, we need your help in lifting up this coffin lid." The coffin was nothing special, just dark washed wood. Walking around, Ryan took a side with Eric, two other men were on the other side. It took five minutes of lifting and heaving to get the lid off, which in all the men's opinions was a very long five minutes.

Wiping the sweat of his brows, Ryan leaned forward, expecting no body. He was met with an empty coffin, no bones, nothing. Beside him Eric looked, brushing shoulder's lightly with the other man, causing him to tense slightly. "What the hell!" Eric was obviously not happy, after all the effort he put into opening the thing, there was nothing.

"What is it Eric?" Alex stood behind, slapping on gloves.

"There is no body." He pointed to coffin, upset.

"That cannot be possible." The woman shifted her coal hues between the two. Before coming to take look for herself, thinking it was just a big joke the two men had played, she looked inside. Unlike the other's she saw a body. "How can you play a joke like that?" Moving her hands down she began to lift the body.

"But…" Eric trailed off, deciding there was nothing he could do. 'That is odd. It may be some kind of magic, but why would a vampire cover their tracks?' Covering tracks was something a vampire never had to worry about, working at night had its advantages. And a vampire couldn't cast magic like this, most didn't even learn the basic destructive spells. They didn't have enough power.

"Eric and I are going to go, if you don't mind." Eric and Alex both looked up surprised.

"Sure, the police here will be fine." She responded, before going back to her baby.

Pulling the stunned Eric by his shirt, he moved out of the graveyard and out to the cars. 'It may be a ghosts doing.' They were known to do that at times, but never to cover someone up. The person must have had a lot of power over them. 'Or a prophecy to motivate them.' His mission was starting to get harder.

"You can let go of my arm now Ryan." For the second time that day Ryan zoned out, which was unusual for him and Eric noticed. Ryan let go, his face flushed in red.

"Sorry." He didn't even notice the fact that if it was just over a year ago, he would have been belittled on the spot.

"It's okay." Surprised at the man's apology. 'He probably thinks I'm going to flip out on him.' Walking to the car they drove, Ryan climbed into the passenger's seat, he had too much to think about to be bothered with driving. Eric climbed into the driver's seat, once again seeing Wolfe in deep thought. "Are you going to stare into space again?" He got no reply. Sighing, he turned on the radio, Latino music drifted through, drumming his fingers on the wheel, Eric drove away. Ryan spent the entire ride to the lab, thinking of the best way to ask his aunt for help. Nothing came to mind.

"Wolfe, I wanted to know in that coffin did you see a body?" Eric looked over at Ryan, working up the nerve to ask was hard. He didn't want to seem crazy to the younger man.

"I didn't see one, but Alex did." He smiled nervously. The supernatural was not a topic the younger brunette wanted to discuss, nor venture into. The secret he kept hidden would stay that way, for as long as it could.

"Okay." Eric left it at that. Once again he got the feeling Ryan knew more then he was letting on. He would just have to ask around the lab, since everyone knew the man better them him. Calliegh would be his first candidate.

When the car pulled in, the two jumped out. Walking in they met up with Alex in the morgue, apparently the body disappeared out of thin air. "Where is the body?" Ryan already knew the answer, but figured it was better to hear it from others.

"I have no idea, I think I was imaging it." Alex moved her fingers to her temples, rubbing them slightly. In the room, was the young girl her chest cut open, organ's removed. " She was an organ donor."

The woman noticed Ryan staring at the girl, he still felt guilty.

"I'm going to go." Ryan turned, and fled from the room. He had to see Horatio and ask for the afternoon, and next day off.

"I hope he's alright." Alex said in a motherly tone. Eric secretly hoped so as well.

"How did she die?"

Alex moved her heads towards the girl. "Blood loss. Whatever sliced her throat did it fast, the baby didn't suffer long." Eric nodded, and left. The case was weird all of them were, the parents had been in the room down the hallway, but hadn't heard a thing. The girl had to have screamed somewhere along the line. The same with the older woman, but hers was more explainable. The area had been deserted, for the most part. The only ones there would have been the killer, the woman, and the unknown male.

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It didn't take long, before the sight of the redhead came into view. Ryan had just turned the corner, walking to the locker room. Sighing, he mentally prepared himself for Horatio. "H, can I get the rest of the afternoon off, and the next day?" The question was stupid, he knew the remark wouldn't be granted. Horatio just raised an eyebrow.

"May I ask why Mr. Wolfe?" Ryan winced, the tone was cold, meaning he had walked over to his boss at a bad time. Sorting out a suitable lie, he asked politely.

"It's just that my vision has been going in and out today, and I wanted to go to the optometrist tomorrow."

"Okay." Horatio bought the excuse, knowing that ever since the man was shot in the eye with the nail gun a couple of months before, his vision had been acting up. Ryan mentally whooped, congratulating himself. 'Now for the harder part, talking to Aunt Marge.' Ryan loved his aunt he really did, but when it came to romance and supernatural things, she was a psycho. For the majority of her life, she researched the supernatural, even hunted them from time to time.

Not wanting his boss to change his mind, Ryan steered himself to the locker rooms, putting away his things, and left. Taking his car, he drove home for a few items. He planned on staying over at his aunts house, pulling an all nighter. The trip to her house didn't take very long an hour at most. Pulling into her driveway, he noticed her car was gone. 'I wonder where she went.'

She's coming to pick me up. The disembodied voice from before rang into his head.

'How long is that going to take?'

Not too long. The voice disappeared.

"Great, now I'm talking to myself. It's the first sign of insanity." Turning the car back on, Ryan opted to lean back and listen to some classical music.

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The work day was coming to a close, when Eric went to find Calliegh, who was in the ballistics lab. "Hey Calliegh." The blonde turned and waved, putting the firearm in her hand down. "I wanted to know something."

"Shoot away."

"I wanted to know if you noticed anything different about Ryan." Eric crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah. He seems a little tense." The blonde thought it was only her imagination at first, but after Delko noticing the change in the younger CSI, that made it real and big. "Let's go out and talk about his over drinks or something."

Eric nodded, he needed to unwind, maybe pick up a girl at a bar and take her home. Walking to the locker room, both left together intent on talking about their co-worker.

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