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Well I want to start by thanking all of those who reviewed, like always your comments were loved. Another thing I want to adress is the long ass gap between this update and the last chapter. I am really sorry about that, but my computer crashed and so I was stuck writing this at a friend's house. But have no fear the next chapter should be out much sooner, but if it doesn't I wanted to warn you all in advance. Two more chapters left after this one! Whoot! Now enough of listening to my woes, go on and read...

Chapter 12

Walking into the morgue, Ryan shoved the box he had received the night before into Alex's hands. "What is this baby?"

"It showed up outside my door last night." Ryan stood, hands on his hips as he waited for the woman to open the package. "What's in it?" After waking up, Ryan had to come up with a plan about what to say about the package. He knew it looked suspicious to have not one, but two. 'Whoever it is won't stop until I fulfill that damn prophecy' Ever since the team had deciphered the message rumors circulated throughout the labs. None of them were even close to the truth.

"It's a head." Alex seemed repulsed. Taking a look at the body part took all of Ryan's will. It wouldn't have been so disgusting, it weren't for the bits of rotted skin in between the teeth and the caked blood in and around the mouth. "Who would do such a thing?"

It seemed that serial killer was getting worse. 'I wish the person would just reveal themselves to me already.' Ryan didn't know how true those words were. Focusing on the head, he tried to help Alex out the best he could.

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A man walked up to the reception desk of the forensics lab. His long brown hair, tied back into a bun with matching black chopsticks holding it in place. Placing his lithe pale white hand on the desk he cleared his throat. The receptionist turned around, peering into the man's neon orange pools. The man smirked. "I'm here to talk to a Ryan Wolfe." His voice was soft, but deep.

Taken aback the receptionist took a moment before answering. "I can call him sir, please wait a minute."

Moving to the side, the man straightened his black jacket, causing it to fall open, revealing a black shirt and blue jean pants. Tapping his fingers against his thighs he waited.

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Ryan was bent over examining a thread, through a microscope when he received the page to go to the reception area. Letting Calliegh take over, he left for the desk. Along the way he greeted Eric, who waved in return. It seemed the relationship between himself and the other CSI was truly getting better. 'For the moment at least.'

When he finally arrived at the counter, Ryan saw a man leaning over the far side of the desk. It wouldn't have been that big of a deal, if it wasn't for the fact that the man had forest green hair, light green dog ears, a forest green tail with what looked like a spot of neon orange. Walking over to the man, he assumed this was the one who wanted to speak to him. Reaching out a hand he introduced himself. "Ryan Wolfe."

The man turned. Taking Ryan's hand, he followed suit. "Zeke Taylor." The tone of his voice sent shivers down Ryan's back. Something was off with him.

From a distance Eric and Horatio watched the exchange. Both of them wanted to speak to the young CSI and were waiting for the right time to do so. The man also struck them as weird, even though they couldn't see the features hidden from their sight. "What do you think about this guy H?" Eric spoke, concerned.

"I have no idea."

"You wanted to speak to me." The conversation was pretty much at a standstill for Ryan and Zeke. The man didn't want to say why he was at the lab, making Ryan more suspicious.

"Yes, I did." Zeke looked around, his neon hues darting back and forth. The topic he was here to 'discuss' was not something that was for prying ears. "But it seems that now is not the time to talk about it. May I speak with you in private?"

Taken off guard by the request, Ryan nodded after a few seconds of thought. Walking to one of the interrogation rooms, he gestured for the other to follow. Once inside Ryan sat down, gesturing for Zeke to do the same.

Taking up his offer, Zeke sat. Scanning the room for any equipment that might overhear anything, he began to talk. "This is visit is about a certain prophecy Mister Wolfe." The tone of Zeke's voice was cold, angry and demanding. A complete opposite of the friendly man from before.

Leaning forward, Ryan whispered, "What about it?" The danger he had felt before was becoming clear to him now. This man was a follower of the prophecy he had read only days earlier.

"My master has a proposition to make. He wants you to help him bring this world into utter darkness, so that his kind can raise up or defy him and accept death or enslavement." Zeke's words left no room for negotiating.

Ryan mulled over the other's words for a few minutes. His mind had been made up from the start, but that didn't mean he couldn't use this time to his advantage. Since the man in front of him was a follower, then he could leak vital information at any minute. Ryan's spirits raised at the prospect of that happening.

"What will you choose Mister Wolfe?" Zeke was growing impatient.

"Given the circumstances I think defying your master seems like the right path for me. Be sure to tell him that though." Standing up, Ryan strode out of the room before his visitor could say any more.

"I wouldn't have chosen that path Mister Wolfe, my master will not be pleased." Not wanting to draw any attention to himself, Zeke kept his anger in check. Following Wolfe's footsteps he walked out of the crime lab, ready to report the news.

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"Hey Wolfe." Eric called out, as he watched the man quickly leave the interrogation room.

"Delko." His reply was cold. Ryan had urgent business to attend to. Since he just defied a homicide creature, Ryan wanted to make sure his Aunt was alert. Maybe even Paul.

"What's with the cold shoulder?" Eric was slightly hurt, after the one crime scene he thought they had gotten over some barriers. 'I guess I'm back where I started.' For the first time in a while the Cuban beat himself up for his actions at the beginning of his co-workers career.

"Sorry. I'm just kind of in a tight spot right now." That was an understatement, but Eric didn't have to know. At least that's what Ryan told himself.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Maybe later." With those words Ryan walked into the locker rooms.

Eric just stood there. Through their little conversation, he didn't have the chance to ask Ryan what he wanted to. Today was the day he was going to finally step up to the plate and ask the man out. Although it was a shot way out of thin air, Calliegh and Alex had been talking about Ryan's love interest. "I guess I'll ask later. Bye then." He left in search of either of his female co-workers.

Ryan had called his Aunt's house several times, but his calls were in vain. No one picked up. "That's odd." Replacing his phone back in his pocket, he tried to recall his last conversation with her earlier in the day. Sitting on the one wooden benches, he contemplated his next move. 'I think I should check up on her.' Flipping his cell phone open again, he called Horatio getting the okay.

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Pulling into his Aunt's driveway, Ryan looked to his right. The sight of a uncovered motorcycle met his gaze, striking him as odd. His Aunt took great care of her transportation, never leaving it out without some kind of covering. "I hope your okay." Mumbling to himself, Ryan stumbled out of the car making his way towards the house. When he arrived at the front door, he knocked. No one answered. Another thing that was out of place for his Aunt, whose excellent hearing always picked up everything, even in sleep. Ryan winced as he thought of how he would become like that.

"Where could she be?" Growing tired of waiting, Ryan reached forward, grasping the knob. Turing it he found it opened with ease. Something else his Aunt never did was leave a door unlocked even if she was home. Thinking the worst, Ryan quickly opened the door. Looking around the front hallway, he reached to his gun holster, carefully removing the firearm.

"Hello is anyone there. Aunt Marge?" Ryan's ears met nothing, but air. Stepping inside the door, he whipped himself around, checking every nook and cranny of the hallway before moving onto the living room. As he neared, the first thing he noticed was an obstruction in the doorway, thinking nothing of it he proceeded, with his trigger finger more alert.

Nearing the obstruction, Ryan started to make out of the back of what seemed like a person, most likely a female. The gears in his mind already processing the scene. "Aunt Marge?" Ryan tried again. When he finally reached the end of the hallway, which seemed like forever to him. He stopped, bending down to squat. Hovering over the body, he noticed a bracelet. The one he had given his Aunt when he was a young child, before his parents had died.

"No it can't be her." Ryan heard himself say, as he climbed over the body. He was met with the sight of his adoptive mom. Her hues were open, staring lifeless at the pale, trembling figure that was Ryan Wolfe. Although all his instincts told him not to do so, he leaned forward, closing the woman's eyelids. A crash sounded from upstairs. The hybrid lifted his head up, looking at the ceiling as though he could see through it.

Jumping up Ryan picked up his gun, taking off to the second floor. The sight that greeted him was one of utter chaos. Papers, furniture, and clothes were just among some of the things laying on the floor. Nothing seemed to be the cause of the disturbance. Rising to eyelevel, Ryan continued his search. It didn't take long for the hybrid to find out what the noise was. On the floor of what was once a bedroom, the body of a man sat, his breathing heavy. Blood poured out of a wound on his neck at a steady rate. Running forward, Ryan tried to console the dying man.

"What are you doing here?" At least his definition of consoling. Which at the moment wasn't much.

The man looked up, not having noticed the appearance of a new person. Opening his mouth, he ignored the blood that threatened to gag him. "Simon…Traitor… Death…" The well thought out sentences in his head, didn't come out right. Noticing that his companion was having trouble making sense of his words he tried again. "She…Traitor…Prophecy…Died protecting…Chosen…" Taking the deepest breath he could take, the man finished his speech. "Soul mate…. Taken…" Closing his hues he waited for death to take him.

Ryan watched the man until his last breath was uttered. Sitting in the room he mulled over the facts that the incoherent man had said. When he felt nothing more could come out of the sitting, he made the call. Walking downstairs he waited for the police to arrive and the questioning they would surely want him to participate in. Choosing to sit down next to Aunt Marge's dead body, he noticed for the first time, a note beside her. It's paper white, unlike the area beside it.

Leaving it alone for now, he waited. Mentally he weighed the options, deciding that getting in trouble for tampering with evidence wouldn't help his case any more, then being in a house with two dead bodies would. 'I'm so screwed.' Ryan just hoped Alex would disprove any theories on him from the gecko.

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Heaving a sigh of relief, Ryan left the interrogation room, free from any charges. He was cleared as a suspect, when they found blood that didn't match his at the crime scene and the time of death. As he walked out he was met with the worried face of Alex, Calliegh and Horatio. "I'm free from any charges."

They all sighed aloud, relieved. "I'm so glad." Calliegh began.

Horatio walked forward, leaning to whisper in Ryan's ear. "You know that I cannot let you work on this case, but you are more then welcome to check up on it's progress. As long as you don't do anything stupid."

Ryan nodded, he had expected that to happen. He had the suspicion that they wouldn't find anything though. 'It was most likely Zeke's master. Or that Simon dude.' Now more then ever, the brunette wanted to get a hold of Alexander, but the man wasn't responding to his calls. He had chalked it up to being busy. At least he hoped it was the case.

"Good luck baby." After learning about the death of his only living relative, Alex had become even more protective of her 'baby', choosing to take on the responsibilities more fully, then before.

A/N: Review plz. Two more chapters left!