Hello. This took way longer than it should've to update. I'm so sorry. Life is hactic for everyone. Anyways, I don't own CSI Miami, just the OC's.

I would like to thank my beta, ladyd10. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Ryan sat in a poorly lit room. He was tied down to a chair, the pain his ankle had long disappeared. Rebecca sat across from him in a similar chair, with the exception of the ropes. They only stared at each other. "Strange how you look so normal."

"I was until I was kidnapped the first time by one of you."

"You have your mother's eyes." Ryan's eyes narrowed at this comment. "No need to narrow your eyes. It's a compliment. It was the only thing I thought was pretty about her."

"What would you know about beauty? In my eyes, you are an ugly woman."

"You sound like your father. He called me ugly when I first talked to him. Shocked his friends. He was human at the time."

"I guess he was the only one with clear eyes."

"He knew I was dangerous. Nothing more. He knew I was dangerous and perceived me as ugly."

"Hard to get? I see why you took him. He was different."

"This isn't about me and your father. Don't change the subject. This is all about you."

"I don't really see why."

Rebecca scoffed at this. "You're killing me with this modesty."

"Isn't that ironic."

"Don't be a smartass. It will get you killed."

"You wouldn't kill me yet."

"True, I never could kill you."

"Why's that?
"You're John's child. And no, it's not because of you being half vampire."

"You love him, yet he will never return the affection."

"He's blinded by your mother."

"No, he's not, and you know it."

"We're going after Horatio next."

"Leave him out of this. He is already one of you. Isn't that enough?"

"No," she whispered softly. "It's not enough."

"You're insane. All of you."

"A proper vampire doesn't do what your father and that Calleigh does. It's unnatural. We have to make sure he comes out properly."

"Comes out properly?! Horatio will never willingly kill someone he sees as innocent."

"He has a strong sense of justice, as all of you do, but nature always comes out above morals."
"Morals, something you don't have."

She stood up and grabbed his neck. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can most certainly hurt you. You saw what I did to John before we left." Rebecca released him, leaving a distinctive mark on his neck.

He recovered quickly. "Before we left? Oh, right, before you properly kidnapped me."

"You're very frustrating, hard to read, but from what I observed for the last few days, you couldn't lie to save your life."

"What do you really want?"

"It's not what I want; it's what my leader wants."

"Do you always follow orders?"

"Do you?" Ryan felt the sting of the words. He knew it was true. "It's the natural order of things."

"I only follow what I see as right."

"There is more to life than right or wrong."

"Only gray?"

"Exactly."

"Gray always caused me trouble."
"Too bad, it looks good on you." Ryan glared in her direction. "Glaring at me won't kill me." She noticed that he became unfocused. His mind was wandering, thinking. "You think entirely too much."

"What happened to make you so cold?"

"You ask too many questions as well Wolfe." Her voice was dangerous, and her eyes narrowed. "I'll leave the question hanging. I have other duties to attend to, such as capturing Caine. Goodbye Ryan."

"One more question before you leave."

"What?" There was a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Is it my fault?"

"What?"

"That he's dead, is it my fault?"

Rebecca saw the pain in his eyes. It was about his older brother. "You cared a great deal about him." She could see it wasn't what he wanted to hear. She walked out, leaving Ryan's question unanswered.

"Calleigh, please, calm down." John was struggling to calm an almost hysterical Calleigh.
"Calm down!"

Her accent thickened. "How the hell am I supposed to calm down?! Ryan is gone and it's my fault!"

"Breathe Calleigh."

"I should've known. I mean, come on, like they're going to wait for him to come back or something."
You're rambling to yourself."

"Was it Rebecca, John? Was it her?"

"Yes."

"This is bad. Really bad. Who knows what they're going to do to him."

"I know; that's why we're going to get him back."

"What am I going to tell Lily? Hey, guess what, you know how your oldest son just died, well, the person just kidnapped your only child left. Yeah, that should blow over well."

"CALLEIGH!" She stopped and looked at John. "It's not your fault. You and Horatio have to go out, especially Horatio. If you didn't go, you might have killed him. If it's anyone's fault, it's my own. Now sit down. This isn't like you at all. You're usually the calm one."

"This is Ryan we're talking about.

"I know but, oh."

"Oh what?"

"I get it."

"What?" Calleigh was truly confused.

"Nothing Calleigh, nothing important." He would've smiled if the time were appropriate. He limped over to his phone. His leg was not fully healed yet. "I'll call Lily. This is my responsibility, not yours." He began to dial Lily's cell number.