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Story Title: Revenge is a dish best served Russian
Chapter Title: Hope
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.
Now on with the story...
Previously on C.S.I Miami:
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.
"Reported sightings of van suspected to be used in officer abduction this morning, white motor van bearing Russian plates reportedly sighted in Everglades, Officers proceed with caution."
"You got the coordinates?"
"Right here."
Calleigh Duquesne nodded once, responding to Eric Delko's answer. Gripping the steering wheel of the large Hummer tightly, her eyes scanned the Everglade undergrowth for any signs of live.
Or of her friends.
Gripping the wheel tighter as the Hummer shook violently over the un-even dirt road, her knuckles turned white. Her muscles had locked the second the scanner had made its heart stopping announcement, the saddened air immediately filled with tension.
And dread.
Calleigh Duquesne had been on the force for many years, enough years to know that with kidnappings, especially ones involving revenge, mobs and criminals who have tried (and luckily failed) to kill the entire team. She knew not to expect the best out of those cases.
But this wasn't one of those cases...
The two "victims" were her colleagues, her friends.
The "criminals" were cold-blooded mobsters seeking revenge against the lab.
She was a "surviving target", so was her partner sitting in the passenger seat with her.
Though she has used those terms a thousand times, Calleigh found them to be too cold, too distant to apply to her situation.
So therefore she would not think there was no hope.
Eric Delko didn't realise he was holding his breath till they arrive at the GPS coordinates from the Russian van. Letting a quick breath out, he jumped from the Hummer before Calleigh had fully stopped, the line of squad cars behind her jammed on their brakes in the surprise.
Calleigh was right behind him, both had guns in hand. Looking at the smaller GPS in his hand, Eric narrowed his eyebrows in suspicion. "It should be right here!"
He gestured to the large lake with no van in sight.
"They could have thrown the GPS tracker into the water, trying to lose us." One glance to the ground squashed Calleigh's theory, the tyre tracks of the van ended here.
"Cal!" Eric yelled, stopping Calleigh from stepping to her left. Looking down, she noticed that she was about to stand of mud made tyre track. The tracks didn't end there, the tracks had turned...into the lake.
Calleigh looked up slowly, realisation hitting hard. She spun around shouting to the patrolmen. "Get the underwater rescue kits now!" Every Everglade patrol car contained one of these kits for situations like these.
The eight accompanying patrol men ran to the four squad cars, one putting the suit on, the other helping.
But this wasn't fast enough for Eric Delko.
Eric sprinted into the water, splashing Calleigh in the process. This alerted her to his actions and with another spin around she saw him dive heroically into the murky lake, the discolour of the water clouding him from sight.
Calleigh prayed he would resurface...she also prayed yet dreaded if he was not alone.
Eric Delko was a underwater recovery expert. This gave him the training skills and experience to move powerfully and quickly through any liquid, including un clean water.
Using eyes well used to the salt and dirt of Miami's seas and streams, Eric squinted as he dove deeper and deeper into the currentless depth. Though he knew it was only seconds since he entered the lake, Eric felt as though it had been years due to the aching of his lungs.
Don't breathe.
Fighting his natural instinct, one of if he obeyed it was certain death; Eric saw whiteness ahead of him. Panicking for a moment, he blinked twice...the white remained. Soon realising it was not death's call he had not answered twice before, Eric swam towards the van.
Hovering next to the doors for a moment, Eric inspected the off-white van. It was sprayed with dirt, rusting in some areas and the plates read of Russian numbers.
This is it.
Knowing that inside, the pressure would be powerful, Eric knew he would have to use all his strength to heave the great door open. Gripping the handles in a hurried state, Eric knew every seconded mattered for any inhabitants of the van.
Every second mattered for his friends' lives.
Tugging tightly, Eric pressed his feet against the bottom of the van to help. Pulling again, air bubbles escaped with his gurgled growls of effort. Feeling the air escaping him, Eric Delko knew he would need to resurface quickly.
One last try!
Fighting again the urge to breathe, ignoring the burning of his wind pipe, Eric Delko tugged the door handle with every fibre of strength he possessed.
The doors flew open.
The trapped air rushed towards him, knocking him backwards towards the surface as water rushed to replace the air. Eric swam forward only a few feet and realised a grave yet relieving fact.
His friends were not inside the watery tomb.
Staring at the spot where her co-worker and secret love disappeared, Calleigh Duquesne was becoming impatient. Not only was Eric down there for over a minute (though she knew he could last longer) Calleigh still felt the twinge of uneasiness at his absents.
The slow dressing patrol men didn't help her either.
Finally ready to dive, the four suited officers were ready to jump in when a figure emerged from the water. Gasping for air and shaking slightly, Eric Delko swam quickly to where he had dived in.
Rising from the water, his red shirt clinging to him and hair sticking up in every direction, Eric stumbled to Calleigh's side. "Eric?" though only saying one word, it was obvious Calleigh was pressing for information.
"No-one...they're not...down there."
"Are you sure?" Eric nodded to her question. Relief filled her for a moment, then the dread...her friends were still out there somewhere. Turning her back on Eric slowly, Calleigh's eyes filled with steel determination. Looking upon smaller tracks leading ahead, she drawled angrily.
"They went that way."
With those words, Calleigh took out her cell, ready to call her long time friend, her boss, and tell him of the relieving discovery they made and of a disappointing fact.
That their missing friends just slipped through their finger tips.
Oh, so our remaining team has started to catch up with the Russians! Next chapter we shall see what's happening behind enemy lines. :O :O
Will they find Ryan and Natalia on time? Is there hope?
Find out next time on C.S.I Miami: Revenge is a dish best served Russian.
Mel out :)