A/N: Oh Yeah! xD French Class today was a blur, but then again I managed to come back home safe and sound, and now I can post a new chapter. Whoopee. Thanks if you managed to stop by and actually continue on the story. :) I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from CSI Miami and YUMGirlandMoltMan and neither the lyrics from Coldplay. I'm just bringing out their ideas, expressing it differently.

Chapter 3:

Anastasia's POV:

The drive to school has been agonizing, with the constant sounds of car horns and the raging traffic jams to start the day off. To prevent myself from getting bored, I plugged my earplugs into my iPod, and pressed play. 'U.F.O' by 'Coldplay' immediately sounded in my ears.

"Lord I don't know which way I am going,
Which way river may flow,
It's just seems that upstream, I keep rowing,
Still got a long way to go,
Still got a long way to go."

As the song made its way into the chorus, the familiar greeting of the gate brought me back to reality, along with the cold sense of touch mother had when she touched my shoulders, bringing it with me a shock as my shoulders tensed and relax in a second.

"We're here honey. You sure you don't want us to accompany you to school and into the classrooms?" mother looked at me; eyes brimmed with concern for a mother to her child.

"Mom, dad, you guys are amazing, and I know you both loved me so much in this entire universe, more than anything, but I'm FINE. Do you remember what happened last year in my old middle high school? The whole school, literally the whole school looked at the three of us! No one dared to befriend or even sit near me because they are scared of you two," I chuckled softly as I grabbed my Nike black with blue outlines bag and my school sweaters, about to open the door.

"Are you sure about that? A boy almost 'bumped' into you, and people made fun of you with names!" father glared his famous 'Horatio glare' straight at me, hoping that I would be able to change my mind and let them go with me. I rolled my eyes, as I kissed my parents on each of their cheeks and opened the door.

"I couldn't have been surer than ever. And bullying does happen in school, dad. It's meant to be ignored. And besides, I don't care what people thinks about me when it comes to criticisms, and that's all that matters," I stepped out of the car, and looked up into the clear blue sky, sighing of what is going to happen for the next one year. Before father could respond, I turned to look back at them, "Don't you 'hey miss' me, dad. You're going to be late for work. Bye."

And with that I closed the door with a small thud, turning to look back towards the creepy, old building. It is my first year, also known as the junior year, in high school. The buildings may have cracks and holes in its brick walls, the walls painted a dull brownish red that has stain marks after the constant showering of raindrops throughout the years, and the doors have certainly looked as if they have suffered massive blows or kicks day by day, but at least it is comforting to me.

I'm too used to seeing this when I am at home. It was all only furnished in black and white, as if there was no happiness or liveliness in the house. Well, except for my room that is, with its light blue painted walls and a mixture of colours decorating the room from my favorite bean bag to the 'Top Gear' and 'Big Time Rush' posters that decorate half of my room. My parents thought it wasn't a good idea, so it took quite some time and persuasion before finally giving in to my demands.

As I opened the door into the hallway, eyes began looking in my direction. Girls in cheerleaders costume looked at me with disgust, before turning back to continue their conversation with each other, as they tried to put on their makeup with the help of the mirror. I knew they probably wouldn't stand the sight of a tomboy. I didn't like their presence anyway. And I certainly didn't plan on wearing short skirts and talking bad about other people behind their backs.

The boys looked at me for a second, before looking away when I turned to look at them. It is as if I was an alien from Mars landing unexpectedly in planet Earth, and the humans looking at me with curiosity lingering in their brains. My awkward level continues to rise as I walked down the hallway, looking for the General Office. I glanced at the sign "School Office" before making a right turn at the next corner.

The General Office, or "School Office" as it is written, was a small room from the outside, but it changed my perspective all together when I opened the glass doors leading into it. It was as if I were to be in a tunnel train in New York, with desks lining up in three neat rows. The receptionist looked up from her work and smiled at me, making me feel at ease. "Hello there, sweetheart, how may I help you?" She was a lady in her forties, with a few strands of white hair to prove that. She was wearing a normal creamy blue blouse, with a black long skirt.

"Hi there. I'm Anastasia Caine, and I'm here on my first day of school," I smiled at her as I took out my file from my bag and began flipping papers, looking for important documents to be handed into the receptionist.

She opened a small folder containing the names of the new students entering the school, fixing her glasses before running her finger down the list, hoping to see my name in it. After a few flip of the pages, she finally found it. "Ah. Anastasia Caine, your name is here. Let me get you your classes slip which you need to see the teachers, to let them know you're officially here, and your directions of the school, so you know where each class is."

She began handing me pieces of paper, in which I placed it inside my file for safe keeping. "Oh, and your orientation program should be starting in about ten minutes or so. It is held in the Multi Purpose Hall, so be sure to be there on time!"

I placed the file back inside my bag, the map of the school in my hand. "All right, thank you so much," I smiled at her before heading towards the door.

"You're welcome," her voice ringed in my ear as I opened the glass door and walked back into the hallway, with the slip of paper in my hand.

Horatio's POV:

After sending my daughter to school, I immediately turned the Hummer right back onto the streets and out of the school compounds. I glanced at Marisol, raising an eyebrow, before looking back onto the streets and traffic in front of me. "Of all the schools we could have sent her in the whole of Florida, why send her there?"

Marisol smiled as she looked out the windows, creating a dramatic atmosphere between the two of us, "Horatio, you wouldn't understand, but that school is where most of my best memories come from, apart from the memory between the three of us, of course."

"You mean you've studied in that school? I heard that it is really hard to get accepted into that school nowadays," I laughed as I began taking over a white Volkswagen van, only to receive horns and shouts of curses from the owner.

Marisol poked my cheeks with her index finger, before looking out into the road, "Yes, it is very hard, but you have seen her results there sweetheart. More A's then I've ever gotten in my end of year examinations. Most schools would love that. And besides, I know of someone who could help Anne get in."

I have had the feeling I've known the person before, and the two of us laughed instantly, something the both of us shared.

As the familiar sign of 'Delko Lawyer Firm Ptd,' Marisol let out a big sigh. "We're here, sweetheart."

I grinned widely, wanting to stop the Hummer and kissed her on the lips so hard, but was disciplined not to, We're here.

She crossed her arms and chuffed as if she was a ten year old, "I wish the trip would take longer. I'll be missing you for the next ten hours!"

I made a turn into the roundabout and drop off point, stopping in front of the main doors and pulling the handbrakes, before unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling her towards me, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I promise to finish the work fast, so that we could pick you up and we could have a nice dinner at home."

I smiled as I leaned in to her, touching her lips in mine, savoring the moment we had together and the sweetness of the kiss, before we broke loose. You're getting better and better at holding your breath in this, sweetheart.

She opened the door, while looking at me with the famous 'Delko half grin'. "It's all thanks to you. Without you, where would I be?" Grabbing the suitcase and her coffee mug, she closed the door softly; making sure it was firmly shut. I looked at her as she walked up the steps into the main door, entering it without any hitch, before turning out onto the roads again.

As I turned up the radio listening to the daily news, my mind wandered off to the conversation I had with Don Wolfe, the alpha of the werewolf pack, and my best friend.

"Horatio, I need you to take in Ryan Wolfe into your workplace. Please," Don looked at me, with a sense of urgency and the great need shown in his brown eyes.

"Of course I can do that for you, brother. What is wrong? What's with the sudden change? I thought he is doing fine in New York doing his patrolling duties," I toyed with the glass of blood, swirling it around, probably catching Don's attention.

Instead, he shook his head, focusing on what he was here for, "It's about our council, Horatio. I want him to continue the legacy that our ancestors left us, the legacy of being the alpha. It is his turn in time to come, but he must prove them that he is capable of living his life well first."

I cocked his head to the side, "What about the New York Crime Lab? Did you ask Mac and Stella for his application?"

His head shook from side to side, "No, H. I want him to be fully capable of being independent, that's the whole point of meeting you today. I don't want the council to think I'm helping him out since we are in the same team. I trust you for this, like you've always trusted me for anything else, including the rescue of your wife and daughter."

'All right then, Wolfe. I'll think about it. But please, don't bring Mari and Anne into the conversation. It hurts me so much to see them both suffer," I tensed for a moment, taking a nervous sip from the glass, before placing it on the coffee table in between us. "I don't think the main office isn't going to like that simple answer alone. I need more documents to back up. You know what we always do, Don. Documents, just like evidence, to prove that Ryan is up for the job."

He nodded, as he smiled at me, pleased that his demands of his only son being part of the CSI Miami team met, "No problem, Horatio. I'll get Ryan to send you the Resume as soon as possible."

The both of us stood up and shook hands, now feeling more firm than before, "Thank you so much for this, H. You have been a great help to us."

I nodded silently, "The same can be said for you. For where I am now, for my family."

I stepped on the brakes upon reaching the Miami Dade Crime lab. Pulling the handbrakes, I went out and shut the door, pressing the 'lock' button on the car remote before making my way into the lab.

As soon as the elevator 'dings' and the doors opened to the familiar surroundings, I noticed the odd figure out of the picture of the usual morning rush in the lab, dressed in a crisp white jacket with clean white pants and purple shirt inside the jacket. He was looking down on the floor while ruffling his hair with his hands, completely lost in his thoughts.

Eric came beside me as I walked out of the elevator, "H, there's our new guy, Ryan. He told me he knew you."

I took out my favorite sunglasses, fiddling it before looking up towards Ryan again, "Yes, he knew me Eric. You can say his father is like a brother to me."

"His family name is Wolfe, what a coincidence! Is he a werewolf?"

I nodded, to his amusement, "Yes he is, but he didn't know it yet," I looked at him, a small grin plastered on my face. "Play nice, Eric."

He chuckled, before leaving to the ballistics with a "Will do, H."