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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:

Don't call.

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

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

CSI's Eric Delko and Calleigh Duquesne stood, hovering over a luminous glass table. Both wearing elastic gloves, Eric gently placed the dirt stained piece of scrap material back on the glass after examining it for the fifth time.

"What's Wolfe trying to tell us?" Eric mumbled to himself. "Not to call." Eric showed little amusement to Calleigh's small joke. "Think Cal, what would you be trying to say in this situation."

Calleigh's brow furrowed for a moment in thought, she had been in this situation before. Reminding herself of that worrying time, when she didn't know whether she would live, Calleigh had focused on one thing.

The same thing she bet Ryan was trying to do.

"He's trying to send a message, his phone, that's the key." Though trying to make her messages as simple as possible for her co-workers to understand easily, Calleigh knew in situations like that, being cryptic was the key.

"What do we do, wait for him to call?" Eric's voice took an edge of impatience, feeling useless sitting and waiting for a possible call.

Calleigh shook her head, "No, I doubt he's in a position to call. What else could he mean, possibly warning us they have his cell?" Eric thought for a minute but came to no solution. An answer was stated from the door way.

"Trace?"

Dan Cooper stepped into the lab and over to his large computer centre. "I'm guessing Wolfe wants us to try tracing his cell?" Dan sat stiff in his chair, not in his usual slump.

"What if he was trying to use reverse psychology, and calling would also boost the trace wave." Calleigh was ready to cut Eric off the second he finished. "Calling is a huge risk Eric, we can't risk Ryan and Natalia's lives for a chance."

Eric took a breath to argue back but a husky drawl interrupted them both.

"Calleigh is right Eric." Horatio Caine stood against the door pane, replacing his glasses, covering his eyes. Eric looked down for a moment before back to the masked-emotion Lieutenant. "I'm sorry H; I just want to find these guys."

Horatio nodded in understandment, and then stepped into the room. Tilting his head, he looked to Cooper's computer screen. "You say you can trace Mr. Wolfe's phone Mr. Cooper?"

Dan stuttered a bit before the glowering Lieutenant. "Eh, yeah-yeah, might take a few minutes."

"Do it." Horatio answered quickly yet strongly. Cooper nodded then turned back to the screen. His hands moved so fast that his fingertips barely scraped the keys before flying off to another button.

Minutes later while Cooper still worked, Eric Delko received a phone call. Stepping out to take it, he returned slightly paler and defiantly angrier. His eyes were slits, his nostrils flaring; he was in front of Horatio within seconds.

"H, something's happened!" Horatio removed his glasses, looking Eric dead in the eye in a moment of seriousness.

Eric sucked in a breath, ready to tell his boss and dear friend how their current situation just got much, much worse.

Many miles away from the Miami CSI lab, Ryan Wolfe struggled in vain against his restraints. Hands tied behind his back with duct tape as well as his ankles to the chair legs, he looked across from him.

Light grey eyes met chocolate brown.

Natalia Boa Vista sat still, watching her partner's struggles and knew she would not get much further. Feeling her shoulders stiffen, she rolled them to keep them from locking in place painfully.

The darkness of their prison was cut by light from an open door.

Turning from the light, neither CSI noticed the three shadows approaching till they were much closer, talking in Russian. Before them stood the skin headed attacker, looking slightly smug, a new face, one neither had seen before. The newcomer looked similer (if not related) to the skin head but beared more scars, each mark etched into his face screamed dangerous, and the last neither CSI could believe stood before their weary eyes.

Natalia looked to Ryan as he glared into the cold, smug eyes of Ivan Sarnoff.

Hey all, sorry this chapters short but I wanted to set an intensity for the next chapter that will hopefully be worth the wait.

Also, a preview for anyone who can figure out how Ivan escaped!

Mel out :D