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But Im Not Done Yet...

Chapter 2:

Even though her life was in danger she didn't want that to stop her from doing her job. Natalia was observing the fingerprint found on a wine glass that was plunged into their last victim. Carefully eying the small lines and marks that only matched to one identity. An identity that she wanted to nail. The fingerprint wasn't the only thing being stared at, Natalia had eyes on her too. Ryan eyes. She practically felt the gaze hovering over her. She felt sympathy for Ryan, she just wanted to go up to him and fix everything. Even he felt more concern about the situation than she did, which she hated it because she knew it was slowly killing him inside.

And all she did was give him a small smirk, meaning to be reassuring but wasn't.

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Eric came into the room where he met Ryan.

"Man, you need to breathe, she is going to be okay..." He said trying to calm him down.

"Do you not think that I want to believe that! I desperately want to believe that but I can't because I know its not true! I can feel it..." he yelled

"Calm down." Delko gestured hold his hands up in surrender.

"I'm trying but I can't, I just can't." Ryan said lowering his voice not wanting to seem mad.

"I mean what if the your love, whoever your with, cause' I doubt your single.."

He said getting a short snort from Delko. "What if she was going to die any moment and you knew you could do nothing about it, how would you feel?"

Delko could clearly see the desperation in his eyes, pleading for an answer to this hell he was facing.

Delko pressed his lips and looked at the floor, awkward because he had an answer and it was playing out right before him. Ryan silently just nodded his head with distress. Damn him! Damn the psychopath! Ryan hated that man with all his heart and killing him was all Ryan wanted to do.

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Ryan had controlled his emotions and concentrated on the case. For that was the only thing he could do to keep his mind off the scenario. The victims name was Maverick Johnson and worked as CEO for some cosmetic company. Rich, obviously, probable MO. Natalia found a match to the fingerprint and both of them with Horatio not to far behind, were headed on their way to "meet" the man.

Good chance for Natalia and Ryan to talk.

Natalia put her hand on Ryan's and spoke softly "Rye, were gonna be alright."

(Ryan's POV)

Were gonna be alright! WERE GONNA BE ALRIGHT! Maybe I will but not you! None of us know if you will live to see another day and your telling me were going to be alright! WOW!

I should just jump off a cliff and say I'll meet you at the bottom (alive) see how she'd feel. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks face red with pure anger. She took her hand off mine.

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They arrived at the house, nice place. Two story place, decent gardening with a palm tree lingering over the house, which was a respectable tart color. Everything rather still for someone to be living there. They made their way the porch, guns at the ready.

"Miami PD open up!" Ryan distinctly yelled as his fist bashed against the wooden door. Horatio, with no permission, kicked the door and forcefully opened it. Ryan, immediately went to the back of the house where the back glass door was opened and a man on the run not to far ahead.

Gotcha...

Ryan was soon in a hot pursuit. Sparks practically flying from his heels and he was quickly catching up with the bulky man. Surprised that he managed to jump over the fence and on to the open street.

"STOP!" He shouted.

He didn't, and Ryan didn't expect him to either it was just a way of making the man out of focus and slowing him down. Adreneline pumping through his body, jetting his way closer and closer till he was literrally on top of him.

"Your under arrest." Ryan spoke putting handcuffs on him.

"For what!" He muttered, yet no question in his tone.

"What do you mean for what? You ran..." Ryan muttered right back.

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Ryan just quietly sat outside the interrogation room, watching Horatio talk to the man. Concern and worry written all over his (Horatio's) face. Ryan cokced his head confused and a bit worried as well. How often does Horatio put on that face? He stepped out of the room.

"Mr. Wolfe I need to talk to you.."

"What's up H, is he our guy?"

"It seems that he is, but not only is he our guy he George Melles's brother."