A/N: Bonjour mes amis! Sorry I didn't post in quite awhile. Had a trip to Singapore a while back, and it took longer than expected because my mum fell sick and had to be taken to the hospital. We're back now and things looked good for now. Had an activity about The Smurfs today at French class, still wondering why its called "Les Schtroumphs" though.

DISCLAIMER:As much as I hate to say this, the characters from CSI:Miami are taken by CBS (including the lovable Ryan Wolfe), while some of the minor characters are by YUMGirlandMoltMan. The rest are by yours truly. :)

Chapter 4:

Calleigh's POV:

I was examining some of the lacerations from the bullets Frank sent to me for our current case when I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me, breaking my attention away from it. Annoyed, I leaned back unto his chest, rubbing my hair against it; I know he loves and is vulnerable to me when I do that, "Eric. You know it's not a good time for some lovey dovey action. Your brother-in-law might not be too happy about this. Can we do our work and then spend some time with each other after work, all right?"

Eric chuckled, as he bent his head slightly forward and our lips met, stopping slowly after awhile because I've completely run out of breath. "I don't care what he says. If he can love my older sister and gets to cuddle each other around us, why can't we do the same?"

I squirmed out of his tight embrace, resulting in some groans of disappointment coming from the Cuban, "The Delko's sure are love magnets, are they?"

"They sure are Miss Duquesne. We need all the love and affection we can get," he grinned like a million watts light bulb. He snapped me back into attention by turning me around so that we are face to face with each other, focusing about the reason why he needed to see me in the first place "Babe, listen. Can you come with me for a few minutes? H says it's really important that we settled this first."

"What is it?" I removed the latex gloves with my hands and wriggled them, like I always do.

"We need to interview the new member that soon will be part of the Crime Lab, part of our team. You know, Ryan Wolfe. See what surprise he has in store for us, and what type of person he is."

"Oh, sure. Why not?" I smiled as I placed his hand in mine, causing the man that I've worked with for so many years, and maybe fall in love a bit, to smile as if he were a little child getting his reward. "But why does Horatio suddenly accept more recruits into the crime lab? I'm pretty sure we got our hands full on every section of the lab."

"I'm not sure about that, babe. But I've heard from him that Ryan is related to a good friend of his. His father happened to be Don Wolfe, part of the New York crime lab. Maybe it's some sort of friendly help from Horatio," Eric clutched the hand that I was holding on to, rubbing my knuckles in a circular direction like he always do, and soothing the tense muscles in between them, making me feel more comfortable, much more relaxed.

"All right then, let's go," the both of us made our way out of the ballistics room, and into the empty room that was used as an interrogation room, but was now used as an interview room for the time being, hand in hand.

Ryan's POV:

A female brunette police woman called for my presence. She was at least 150 centimeters high and has a really tanned skin, like it was as if she spent half of her life on the beach. She wears a black full frame glasses which seemed to cover her baby blue eyes and the police uniform suits her very well. I cleared my throat at the thought, brushing it away, never thinking about it again, "Ryan Wolfe, Mr. Delko and Ms. Duquesne are ready to see you."

I stood up as she approached me, ready to lead me into the interview, "But Lieutenant Horatio is supposed to be seeing me, I didn't know anyone else would be doing my interview," I stood there and crossed my arms, feeling a pang of dread hung over me.

"The Lieutenant is currently with the Sergeant out on the fields, questioning the victim's family and the possible suspects on their current case. Only Mr. Delko and Ms. Duquesne are available at the moment and that the Lieutenant specifically asked them to interview you."

I let out a small sigh, partly because of the relief that I wouldn't be scared and nervous during the interview while looking at his fierce looking eyes and face, and partly because I knew I had to meet the other team members, and work with them on each of the cases we have been assigned to, in the end. "All right, I'll go for it," I followed behind the police woman as she started making her way towards the interview room.

As I followed her, I looked around at where I'm going to work for the rest of my working life. It's very modern and looks very sophisticated, probably because of the massive amount of machinery and technology used in the lab. Each room was distinct, one had almost all of the samples Mother Earth could possibly provide, while the other one consists of mainly large pictures projected against the wall, most likely from the current case they are working on.

In the corner at the back end of the lab, there was a small room, surrounded by glass panes but not able to see what's on the inside from the outside. The policewoman points her index finger in that direction, "That would be the interview room, Mr. Wolfe. They're waiting for you in there."

"Thank you," I smiled at her before making my way inside the room. I didn't know whether to knock and open the door straight away, so I knocked on it and opened it slightly, trying to create a good first impression by being polite, waiting for the command to come into the room. As soon as I heard a male voice boomed, "Come in," I immediately walked in through the door and closed it gently behind me.

I was greeted by a Cuban male, who is boldly build, and most probably taller than me. He had clean, shaven hair on his head and brown eyes that really shows as if he is very serious in his work., however, one glance at him from afar, and you wouldn't believe your eyes when he will tell you that he is a CSI, unless you've managed to see the identification tag and the golden cop badge clipped on his belt, along with a nine millimeter gun. He was wearing a white blouse that fits him perfectly but comfortably, ready for anything physically when needed, and has long grey pants to match the blouse.

Sitting beside him was a blonde, pale skinned, Caucasian woman, wearing a black, slightly tight, sweater and long, sleek pants, with the Miami Dade lab coat being the most outer layer of her wear. She had a bright smile that seems to warm me up and twinkling dark green eyes to show that she wasn't the type of person who would eat you, alive, on your first day of work. She was also wearing a gold badge and had a nine caliber gun clinging on her belt as well, so you could say she was also a cop.

All in all, I thought they were a couple. Without any hesitation, I went to sit at the only seat available opposite them to prevent them from casting awkward glances.

The Cuban male picked up the files, containing mostly my resume and the documents for the things I did in my life before coming into this room, and began flipping through it, "Ryan Wolfe, you've got quite a resume here. Attending conventions about the forensic sciences, helping out in charities, had gotten a medal for catching a bad guy."

Not trying to feel awkward or anything, I let out a little laugh, " Yeah. I attended those because I felt the need to give back to society. As for the medal part, I thought I didn't fully deserve it. I wasn't alone when I caught him you know."

"Yeah, about that. It states here that you've graduated with a master's degree in chemical engineering and forensics science, so what's a guy like you doing in the normal, boring patrol job? I'm pretty sure you must have deserved more than what you are currently working for," the man closed the file in a swift move, before placing it back on the table gently.

"Well," I thought for a moment, wondering to myself as well as to why I've decided to choose that path, of all those that have been opened to me as I move on, "My dad is currently a cop, and so I thought I would like to follow his footsteps, but I just want to start small."

"You mean a patrol cop like you? You can actually work in the crime lab with us a long time ago, you could have brought more culprits in the justice," the female answered, looking at me as if she pities me. I hate it when people do that, it just shows that I have opened a weakness to them, much to my disadvantage.

"He currently works in the New York Crime Lab. You know, Don Wolfe. The one with the funny Elvis hair and brown eyes."

"Of course, we know who he is. We do contact him and the rest of the team from time to time, but you still didn't answer our question," the woman replied me, with the man rolling his eyes, both of them crossing their arms.

I sighed, knowing full well that I have had given up looking for excuses, and fooling them all together, "It's personal for me. And it's my dad who wants me to take up this job. He says it's for my future."

The woman uncrossed her arms, letting out a small 'Oh', but the man turned to look at me, you can tell me. I know what you mean.

Wait, did you just talked to me telepathically? Are you a vampire? I turned to look at him with disbelief in my eyes. It's been awhile since I saw another vampire, other than Horatio himself.

Well, I'm a fairy from fairytopia. Of course not, you fool. I'm Eric Delko, and I'm Horatio's brother-in-law. Now, just tell me, Eric kept on glaring at me with hawk eyes, sensing every movement of mine, from the unnecessary twitching of the fingers towards the sweats going down the side of my face.

My father wants me to be an alpha of the pack, and so he wants me to take up this job to please the council. I don't really want to do this, but I have to. It's my destiny, I looked up at him, knowing well that he'll probably laugh like all the other people whom I've talked to from the supernatural world. Instead, he just let out a half smile, glad that he had seen and heard the real me.

"All right then, you're the most promising towards your position in the team. Welcome Mr. Wolfe, we look forward to meeting you in work," he stood up and stretched out his right hand, waiting for me to take it. All this time, the woman sat down there, a big question mark behind her and a crease on her forehead, "Eric. What are you talking about? You were just staring at him a few minutes ago, in a complete silence."

"That's all right, Calleigh. Didn't you remember what H said? He was all ready accepted here. He just wants us to know him better," he let out a childish chuckle.

I stood up and took his hand, shaking it, "Thank you so much, Mr. Delko."

"You can call me Eric, Mr. Delko happens to be my father," he smiled as Calleigh stood up, rolling her eyes at Eric, annoyed to be fooled by him again, judging by her behavior, outstretching her hand.

I broke from Eric's hand shake and went to shake her hand, "I'm Calleigh, and it's really nice to meet you." I thought I heard a snort from Eric.

After shaking hands with the both of them, I looked up at the both of them, feeling awkward about what I'm supposed to do next, "So ugh, what do I have to do for today, I mean now?"

"We're running some tests on the victim's clothes and the evidence around the crime scene that the killer might have left behind. We were going to send some of them to trace but there wasn't anyone available right now. Do you think you can do that?" Calleigh smiled at me, and I thought that being friendly is what she does best.

I glanced on the floor, thinking about the decisions that I've made so far in my life, and what I'm about to make, before looking back up at them and smiling a genuine one, "I think I can do it. I can be a little rusty, since there is a lot of new machinery that I have to work with, but trust me, we'll get the job done and catch the culprit on time."

Eric walked over behind me and patted my back, "That's the spirit, Wolfe! Glad to have you in the team" before pushing my back gently, as the three of us walked towards the glass doors, and out of the room.

"It's preferable if you call me Ryan. Mr. Wolfe happens to be in the New York crime lab," I smiled as the three of us laughed, leaving the interview room on a high note.