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Story Title: Revenge is a dish best served Russian
Chapter Title: Desperate Situations
Fandom: C.S.I Miami
Season(s): Mainly set in season 7, timeline may vary.
Pairing(s): Ryan/Natalia, Eric/Calleigh, (other pairings may occur...I'm making the story up as I go along)

Disclaimer: If I did own C.S.I Miami do you think I would be writing this story instead of snuggling in Jonathan Togo's strong, muscled arms? *sigh* Stupid O.S.F.D (Obsessive. Sexy. Fellas. Disorder) I only own the OCs.

Authors note: Last chapter it said Ryan and Natalia were put in the trunk of a CAR and that the VANwas driving into the water, just to clear things up and sorry if that confused anyone.

Now on with the story...

Previously on C.S.I Miami:

The Russian then slammed the trunk door down and locked it before he and his comrades climbed into the two different cars and sped in different directions.

"Come on!" Ryan shouted at the trunk door, he had been trying for the past three minutes to force it open but it was no use, his and Natalia's combined strength couldn't push it open and there wasn't enough room to kick it open.

"Ryan?"

Ryan turned his head to the sound of his name; the only light in the trunk was the red glow of the brake lights so he squinted to see Natalia looking up at him.

"Yeah?" he voice was dry from not talking for so long, they remained quiet for minute of the journey though he felt tears stain his shirt when he held her, he was worrying about the last time he was with the Russians and now Natalia was in the same situation as him.

"What are we gonna do?" she asked timidly, she barely could keep her worries under control and wondered how could Calleigh manage this alone, she had even more respect for the blond Ballistics expert.

Ryan let out a deep breath, he had to keep his cool and keep calm. He thought of what Horatio would do in this situation. He imagined his leader and slight idol, the man he wanted to be like and came to a solution.

"We need to try leaving clues for the others to find. Just imagine, if you were looking for us, what would you look for?"

Natalia closed her eyes and imagined both her and Ryan on the outside of the car, looking in the trunk for evidence. It took a moment to focus on the evidence and not on her and Ryan, him holding her like he was now except not locked in a trunk and fearing for their lives.

"I'd check for D.N.A of the vic-...people who were inside." Ryan noticed her editing and was grateful; he didn't want to think like that and certainly didn't want Natalia to think like that either.

"Good idea but that doc will probably wash this out afterwards." Ryan commented and then both thought for a moment until Natalia spoke.

"They'll only clean what they see...and what they think we touched." Ryan immediately knew what she meant.

"Alright...this is sharp." He commented, finding a plastic shard of the car behind Natalia. He pulled it around and held it up for both to see.

He turned to look at her with concern but she gave him a nod to say she would do it. Ignoring her willingness he decided to go first and pricked his finger till he felt a descent amount of blood leak out.

He looked around for a spot that the Russians could not see if they were cleaning yet somewhere the others could find.

"Cal always checks for holes in the upholstery." Natalia told him and he nodded. He started to scratch at the floor with the plastic shard while Natalia looked for any gaps or compartments to hide evidence.

"Ryan?"

Once again, Ryan turned to face the source of the timid voice. "Yeah?" His voice held more strength than last time, now determent with the task at hand. "We're not the first to be in here..." Awkwardly leaning over her shoulder, Ryan gagged slightly.

Blood. Human blood. A lot of human blood.

"Why haven't they cleaned the car?..." Natalia's voice trailed off, she had come to two conclusions. Either the mob was going to dump the car or else that it didn't matter whether the team found the car.

They wouldn't find Ryan or Natalia...alive at least.

Gulping, Natalia pushed down her fear. She had her weak moment, now she would have to focus like Ryan was trying to.

It's our only hope.

Horatio Caine stood at the door of room 132 at Miami Dade National Hospital, twirling his glasses. His water blue eyes had frozen over coldly, frosted by the loss of his two C.S.I's.

"Lieutenant?" Raising his head sharply, Horatio smiled slightly.

"It's good to hear from you Valera."

Maxine Valera had awoken 40 minutes before the Lieutenant's arrival. After a nurse informed Alexx, the motherly doctor was there in seconds. She then proceeded to explain to Valera what had happened to her and, after a few tests, had gladly announced she was recovering well.

Horatio was called within the same minute.

"It's good to be awake again too." Valera had wondered was the team hiding something from her. When she had asked Alexx was the team okay, Alexx had answered "No one else is in a hospital bed honey, just you."

Though relieved at that moment that everyone else was safe and healthy, Maxine Valera's gut instinct was telling her something was wrong. She was now going to try the impossible, the most stupid, desperate thing any citizen of Miami could attempt to do.

Interrogate Horatio Caine.

"Lieutenant...what's going on?" In response to Valera's question, Horatio replaced his glasses covering his eyes, the tell-tale of his emotions.

"Something has happened..." Valera raised her eyebrows in worried anticipation, knowing along which lines the blond Lieutenant was going.

"To who?"

Horatio let out a sigh, then sucked in a deep breath, ready to tell one of his team of the disappearance of two.

And the desperateness of the situation.

Wow, haven't updated in ages and I do apologise for that. Between life and writer's blocks I thought that this fic was abandoned...

But reviews have giving it new life.

darkangel1411, Black Twisted Soul and Ayakae. You three readers stood out with your support and reviewing, alerting magic. I say thank you to you all, and to all my readers, thank you :)

Mel out :) (but not for long :D)