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Chapter 2

Ryan stumbled into his apartment tired, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and never wake up. Of course he knew that work was going to be there, so it was never an option. Breakfast had gone well, but he was right about the members of the group being overly curious on why he transferred from Miami to Las Vegas. His answer to them was a shrug, and a comment about wanting a change of weather.

The truth was far from that, but he felt his fellow co-workers didn't need to know. He wondered if the same thing would happen to him this time, if his secret ever did get out. He surmised it would end up the same. He had barely gotten through it last time, even going as far as to take his own life. Reaching a hand up, he felt along his eyebrow for the faint scar that marked his failures in one disfiguring feature. He could have had worse he knew, but he couldn't stand the pitying stares from those who didn't even like him before that point.

He was better off where he was, and that was something he never wanted the other's to know. Just as he was about to settle down in his bedroom, he heard a knock on the door. "I wonder who that could be…" He didn't know anyone yet, having only moved into the place the day before. The only people he really knew were his co-workers he had met the night before.

The knocking continued, making Wolfe sigh from both anger, and the absolute tiredness he felt radiating through his being. Walking to the offending object that was blocking the persistent knocker away from him, opened it was a flick of the wrist. Pulling it back he was standing in front of the ex-DNA lab tech. "Greg?" He was surprised to say the least. He knew the guy had invited him to breakfast and all, and he knew he was beautiful, but he never expected the other to come to his house for no reason.

"Yeah…" The brunette, rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. His chocolate pools, boring holes into the pavement under their scrutiny.

"What are you doing here?" Wolfe raised an eyebrow, wondering why the other man was standing there still.

"I found this at my doorstep, but it's addressed to you…" Greg held out a package, covered in brown paper.

Ryan felt his mouth go dry, and a lump grow in his throat. Taking the package from the other's hands, he just looked at it. The scrawl on the paper attached to it was so familiar to him, that he didn't know what to think. 'I thought I left this behind.'

Greg hated being left out of things, just like now. He watched, taking in the expressive man's features, reading the emotions displayed as each thing was felt. The emotions left Greg worried. He may not have known this mysterious new co-worker for long, but he felt some kind of connection with the other. The thought of someone going through something like this made his thoughts flirt back to Nick and his run in with the coffin. The ball of energy cleared his throat, hoping the other could shed some light on the situation.

Wolfe looked up, when he heard the throat being cleared. He didn't offer anything though, just stood there, package shaking in his unsteady grip. "It's nothing. Thanks for giving it to me. See you at work tonight." Ryan waved, backing into the doorway, closing the object with a heavy thud.

Greg just watched as the door closed, before giving out a huff on annoyance, before walking away. "What did I do to deserve that?" Nothing answered him though, it never did.

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With his still shaking hands, Ryan walked the package over to the small table he had placed in a small kitchen area just a few days before. Pulling a chair out, he placed himself down on it. The box went on the table. Closing his green pools, he wondered what he should do. Open it or take it down to the lab. The solution was one he didn't know how to answer or perceive.

"I should just open it." He told himself, not caring if it meant he was going crazy. At that moment it was the least of his worries. Placing his shaking hand on the box, he carefully unwrapped the box, making sure the paper was still in one piece. 'This shouldn't be this hard.' The thought came into his head before he could even fathom opening the box.

It didn't take him long to do it though. With a quick slide of the finger, he opened the package. Peeking inside he saw a picture, framed. It was of himself and a young man with light dyed blonde hair, and hues of a light green. "Mike," passed from the young CSI's lips before he could bite back the words.

Memories of his happier days flowed through him. The days before he was a cop or even knew Tim Speedle, back in college. It didn't last long. Instead it came crashing down as the most recent memories came forth.

"Love it's been a while hasn't it." Mike leaned in whispering, at his long lost love. A smirk appearing on his face, when the one underneath him shivered.

"I can't do this it's a case. You are a suspect." Wolfe tried to push his aggressor off of him, not succeeding in a way. In fact he only made matters worse. Biting back a gasp, he tried once more to push the man off of him, as he felt his member being grabbed. He looked around his empty apartment, hoping something he could use was nearby. There was nothing.

Mike pulled his hand back, canting his head to the side. The smirk grew wider, filled with malice and hatred. "What? You don't like it." He grabbed the other by the shoulders, forcing him onto the ground. "Not good enough for you." He ripped the man's shirt off, laughing cruelly as the other started to cry, pleading for his life. "I will make you see how good I really am.'

Ryan broke free of his memories, feeling a warm, salty substance run down his face, pooling in his mouth. "Mike I can't believe you would follow me even after what you did…." With those words, he leaned forward, letting the waterfall of tears fall.

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Cold piercing light green pools watched in glee, as the man he once loved was stricken down with grief. "The first part of my plan is done." He slid a hand under his face, stroking his chin with a finger. "Ryan Wolfe you will never leave me again!" Turning around the crazed man walked away.

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