We arrived at the crime scene. It was a regular, ordinary house. Eric and I walked out of the car. I followed Eric to Horatio.

"So what do we have here?" Eric asked Horatio.

"Well the mom, Erin Ramirez, claims she found a pool of blood on her son's, Robert Ramirez, bedroom floor, but no body." Horatio stated.

"Did you ask her anything yet?" Eric asked.

"No. That, that's your job," Horatio said to me.

"Oh," I started "Oh ok then." I stuttered.

"H, you have something to do?" Eric inquired.

"We have another case. A girl disappeared." Horatio answered.

"Ok. We'll be done in no time." Eric assured. I had no clue if it would take forever, or less than half an hour.

"I expect so. You're working with a good CSI here, Eric." I smiled.

"Thanks, Lieu- I mean, Horatio."

"No problem." Horatio walked over to his Hummer to go to the next crime scene. We walked into the house and into Robert's room.

"So, lets get started Sarah." Eric said.

"Yep." I smiled. I used the swab and collected some of the blood off of the floor. I put the swab in the envelope.

"I found a piece of hair. I'll run it to the lab at the end." I nodded and continued to search for evidence. I glanced at the garbage can.

"Looks like Robert had some fun recently." I slapped on my glove and picked up a condom from the garbage can. I dropped it into an envelope.

"That's all the evidence I found. How about you?" Eric asked.

"Same. Let's go talk to Mrs. Ramirez." We walked out of the room and went into the kitchen to talk to Mrs. Ramirez.

"Mrs. Ramirez, we're sorry for your son's disappearance. Can we ask you a few questions?" I asked.

"Yes. Just make it quick please."

"Did Robert have any bad friends that you knew of?" Eric asked her.

"No. I don't keep track of his friends." She answered.

"Did he have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Well, a girl named Sarah." She made an annoyed face. "Why? Why about her?"

"We don't know yet. But we will find out." I replied.

"I just hope my baby is ok." She started crying.

"Its ok Mrs. Ramirez, we'll find him. We have a few more questions, if that's ok with you." Eric chimed in.

"Yeah, go ahead. But then, please leave me be. I feel horrible."

"Have you seen anything suspicious lately?" He asked

"No." I looked around her. My eyes stopped at his desk.

"May we search Robert's desk?" I asked.

"Don't you need a warrant for that?" She inquired.

"If you want us to leave quicker and if you want to cooperate, we don't." I smiled quickly.

"Ugh, go ahead." She walked to the living room and sat on the couch.

"Persuasion. Nice job Wilson." Eric said.

"I try my best." I smiled. I opened the drawer further than it was already opened.

"A knife collection. Robert's name is carved on each knife. It must belong to him." Eric pointed out.

"One is missing." I stated. Eric snapped some pictures.

"Guess we'll have to bother Mrs. Ramirez one more time." Eric and I walked to the living room.

"More questions?" She groaned.

"Yes. We found a knife collection in his desk drawer. Was it some kind of hobby for him?"

"He always collects knifes. I don't understand why though." She replied.

"One is missing. Do you have any idea as to where it might be?"

"No. Now please. You've done enough." She began crying again.

"I think its time to make a trip to the lab." Eric said. My face perked up.

THE LAB! Finally, my sweet escape from this hell house. Or, just my escape to see Ryan again.

"Yes! Finally." We walked to the Hummer. Eric got in the drivers seat.

"Do you have to drive again? You drive scarily. Just saying." I laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry my driving is too much for you to handle. I'll let you drive this time." He flashed a toothy smile. He got out the driver seat and walked to the passenger's seat. I got in the drivers seat and started the car. I drove to the lab.

"Can you take the stuff to DNA? I have to meet Detective Tripp and talk to him for a minute. I think Ryan is in there."

"Yeah sure." I replied with a smile. I walked, well, almost ran, to the DNA lab. I saw Ryan. I walked in and tried not to let him see my excitement. Just seeing his face made me melt. He flashed that same smile that he flashed earlier today. I tried not to blush.

"Hey Sarah." He said.

"Hey Ryan. Here's the DNA from the crime scene." I handed him the envelopes. He opened then with such grace, it made me shiver inside.

"Ok. This will take about 10 minutes." He informed me.

"I'll wait. Besides, I want to learn what you guys do in here."

Such corny excuses. I just want to see his face.

"Ok." He smiled and then got to work.

Then, it came to me.

I think I like Ryan Wolfe.