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Story Title: Revenge is a dish best served Russian

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:

"They went that way."

With those words, Calleigh took out her cell, ready to call her close friend and boss to tell him the news.

That their missing friends just slipped through their finger tips.

Horatio Caine had just left D.N.A analyst Maxine Valera's room of Miami Dade National Hospital when he received a call from his most trusted employee, Calleigh Duquesne.

For once, Horatio Caine didn't know how to respond; glad his people were not dead, still sickened at the fact of their un-known safety. The not-normally emotional man was now overcome by them.

But he would still fight.

Leaving the hospital behind him, Horatio sped, sirens blaring, to the Everglades, the last known location of Ryan Wolfe and Natalia Boa Vista. Pushing the petal down further, the Lieutenant darted between traffic in his haste.

His two team members, his responsibilities, were missing for almost 5 hours now. This made Horatio edgy.

Arriving at the scene minutes later, the Lieutenant was greeted by his two original team members; all three marched quickly under the yellow tape to where the white van was being towed out of the lake.

Covered in leaves, muck and pouring water from its front windows, the van was pulled onto shore and chains removed from its' wheels, the crime scene was now ready for inspection.

Eric Delko looked inside the back of the white van, gloves on, eyes sharp, he looked for any and all evidence. So far, their search had come up short, the water erasing most of the evidence.

But not all evidence, it was now Eric's job to find any pieces left behind.

Luminol, Eric thought, illuminate any blood splatters. Though it could be a key piece of evidence, at the back of his mind, Eric hoped that no eerie blue glow would be cast inside the van.

He hoped no blood was spilled by his friends.

Stepping inside and crouching, Eric Delko made sure to squirt every inch of the interior.

3,2,1...

Knowing Luminol took a second to react with the D.N.A particles left behind by blood, Eric knew not to hope just yet. Five seconds later, in the back corner of the van, next to the door lit up a gleaming blue.

Damn it.

There was little blood, Eric took comfort in that, not enough to worry about. Yet Eric found himself losing the noises around him, his own breathing began echoing in his ears.

"Ar..you..ay?"

Turning to the muffed noise, Eric asked, "Huh?" Calleigh smiled back understandingly. "I said are you okay?" Nodding once, Eric grumbled a response back. "Yeah, blood spatter near the door." Calleigh looked around him and saw the flickers of blue.

"We better start collecting, Horatio wants all evidence collected and back at the lab as soon as possible." Eric nodded, taking a Q-tip from his kit and taking samples of each splatter...just in case.

Calleigh walked a few feet away, camera in hand. Looking down, she noticed more blood droplets on the hot dusty road along with a rock with paper wrapped around it.

Immediately photographing the rock and paper, Calleigh bent down, swabbed the blood sample and then bagged the rock. Un-rolling the paper, Calleigh's eyes widened as she recognised the writing.

Don't call.

Rising up, Calleigh looked up from the note in confusion, wondering what secret message Ryan Wolfe was trying to send her.

"Did you hear that?"

50 miles away from the newly active crime scene, two black Sedans idled to a stop outside an abandoned factory. 8 doors clicked open and roughly closed.

After whispering her question, Natalia Boa Vista waited, listening over her heart beat for any sound. Approaching footsteps, guns being loaded, the trunk door opening...anything.

But, there was nothing. Silence.

"Something's going on..."Ryan acknowledged a minute later, hearing mummers outside. The crunching of boots making their way towards the car followed. Tugging Natalia's arm, Ryan placed himself in front of her just as the trunk opened.

As both squinted due to the sudden sunlight, they were roughly grabbed by the forearms and pulled from the cramped, hot trunk. Blinking rapidly, Ryan's eyes adjusted to his environment.

High grey walls, leading up a road towards a large, old factory building. In the opposite direction, large metal gates shut closed with an intimidating screech.

Looking around him, Ryan saw a circle was formed of menacing Russian muscle. Natalia stepped to his side, both glared as one kidnapper stepped forward. One hand behind his back, the other rubbing his mobster shaved head, the Russian who had struck them both with the crowbar now stood before them.

"CSIs Wolfe и Boa Vista?" Both Natalia and Ryan glanced at each other, unsure how to answer the confusion of the skin headed Russian. No point in lying. Ryan nodded strongly to the skin heads question.

Revealing his other hand, the skin headed Russian revealed a 9 mm pistol, cocked and ready to fire. "No funny business." Waving the pistol in his hand, then gesturing towards the factory, Ryan and Natalia had no choice but to follow.

Shaking slightly, Ryan held onto his and Natalia's only hope. His cell phone he managed to hide in his sock.

Soooo...what you all think?

Does Ryan hold the key to their rescue or is this just a hopeless effort?

Reveiwers will recive a special sneek preveiw of the next chapter!

Find out what happens...next time!

Mel out :P