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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:
"I guess you both are curious of how I am standing here?" Turning so both CSI's were in his view, Ivan heard no response from either of his captives, but saw the curiosity flash in their eyes.
Chuckling, Ivan Sarnoff began to tell his tale of a bloody escape.
Having heard of five fellow officers being gunned down in cold blood at Miami Dade Correctional Centre, Ryan Wolfe stared into the cold eyes of Ivan Sarnoff with deep hatred. He struggled to hold his tongue, fearing a wrong word could endanger himself and also Natalia.
Ivan laughed at the young CSI, then with a few sharply Russian words, the skin headed and the battle scared men left the room.
"I have a gift for your Lieutenant." Ryan's hateful glare took on a slightly curious glint. Once again, Ivan spotted this. "Demetri! Milo!" his bark was impatience. The skin headed man and friend rushed in with a small black device, it reminded Ryan of a TV remote control.
But this device was much more deadly, as both Ryan and Natalia would soon find out.
After dealing with prisoner Mike Staunton, Horatio Caine and his team left the Miami Dade Correctional Centre and returned to their CSI lab. Only exiting the elevator did all three see a frantic Dan Cooper pacing the long hallway.
The second he noticed them, Cooper was running to the three.
"H, I did it! I-I got the signal, Ryan's cell is on, I can trace it!" At these words the two CSI's and Lieutenant followed the AV tech into his workspace. On the large digital screen was a picture of Ryan Wolfe followed by his phone details. Next to this information, was a large global map.
The map zoomed in slightly, the different continents focusing clearer. In a minute, they would have the location of Ryan and Natalia.
"I'll leave this with you, don't move." Ivan's taunting words echoed hauntingly as he slammed the large metal door, leaving Ryan and Natalia in the dim light entering through dirt clogged windows. Looking down at the small, black metal device, both CSI's wondered what it could possibly be used for. The only sure fact they knew was it couldn't be for good use.
As Natalia stared at the puzzling tool, a flash of green light caught her eye...from Ryan's sock? "Ryan!" she whispered franticly. Looking to her worryingly, then following her line of sight, Ryan noticed the glowing green too.
His cell phone was ringing.
NO!
Ryan had torn the label off the back of his shirt off just to write a message that would hopefully reach his team, Don't call. Guessing they didn't get it though he had purposely bled on a certain spot to gain attention, Ryan panicked as he realised the Russians could be back any minute and take his and Natalia's only hope of being found...
And would punish him severely.
The phone began vibrating, obviously the call signal increasing. As it did, Ryan realised it was slipping out of his sock, soon to hit the floor and be in plain sight for all to see...including their Russian captors.
Trapped from moving by the tape, Ryan just stared at his leg, waiting for the phone to slide down his jeans. The opening and slamming of a metal door caused the CSI to jump. Looking to the noise, Ryan saw the skin headed man, Demetri, walking towards them.
Placing a large metal briefcase next to the black device, the Russian looked at both CSI's with an intimidating smile. Worried for her partner's safety due to the sound of the vibrating phone , Natalia began making as much noise as possible by scraping her chair against the cold granite floor.
Frowning, the Russian turned to face her, wondering what the CSI was trying to do. Realising what Natalia was doing for him, Ryan took this opportunity to try stop his phone from being heard, but only caused it to slip out further.
A moment of mild noises, then the clink of plastic hitting the ground.
Turning once more, suspicious now, the Russian laid eyes on the silver phone at Ryan's left foot. Snatching it up and flipping it open, the screen showed a tiny symbol, one the Russian recognised.
Incoming call?
Those American cops were trying to trace this phone...but they would fail.
"Twenty seconds and I'll have an exact location!" Typing in numerous codes, Dan Cooper was trying to speed up the tracking progress. Lieutenant Horatio Caine and CSIs Calleigh Duquesne and Eric Delko were hovering over him, waiting for the large map to show where to go.
It had closed in on the continental America, then the east coast, then moving down to the south east. Afterwards it had zoomed in on Florida, and then the Miami area...now they waited for where.
A alarming beep was admitted from the computer, the map turning red, the dot of location disappearing. Cooper froze for a second, so did the three shadowing him, all four knowing what had just happened, the signal was lost, the phone must have been destroyed...
The Russians must have found the phone.
The two CSI's remained silent as the AV tech slammed his hands on the keys, trying to re-work the signal, but nothing worked. Taking this defeat, he gave up, slumping into his chair and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry H." The Lieutenant placed his glasses on to cover his disappointed eyes.
"You tried Mr. Cooper, you tried." Eric turned to his encouraging boss, "So what now H, we got nothing." Horatio looked to his defeated looking friend and in a strong voice, he declared, "Not nothing Eric, we know their still in 's a start."
Leaving his three team members in the AV lab, Horatio Caine walked outside and stood in a corridor, thinking of how his two people were still lost in Miami-
And how he would search all of Miami for them...pitying any who tried stopping him.
Dividing up to deceiver their collected evidence, the CSI team felt the hit of their two missing co-workers and collage in hospital that minute.
After filling in for Ryan Wolfe's absence in Trace, Eric Delko concluded that the red liquid found in the prison car park was indeed blood. Rushing up one floor, he entered the empty D.N.A and proceeded to test the blood and enter its DNA particles into the system.
Tapping his fingers impatiently, Eric failed to notice the streak of blond hair brush past the glass and enter the room.
His only notice was when a warm hand was placed over his own, stopping the beat being struck against the glass instantly. Turning to look next to him, Eric bore into the emerald eyes of Calleigh Duquesne.
"We'll find them."
The second she uttered those words Eric began shaking his head. "How can you be so sure?" Smiling up to the tan CSI, Calleigh asked herself that question...and had no answer.
But she couldn't tell Eric that.
"Because I believe in karma, we're good people, Ryan and Nat are good people so we will find them." Eric continued to look into her eyes, the distance between them seemed so small to him, a seconds journey from his mouth to hers.
Right on cue, the computer beeped with results.
Giving Eric's hand a tight squeeze but not letting go, she looked to the screen displaying a hit. "Milo Kib-bul-lie-te? I haven't a clue how to say that." After Calleigh's attempt, Eric read the name and realised it was Russian. "Kubiliute, Milo Kubiliute."
"Says here he's had previous convictions of assault against three officers on two separate occasions." Calleigh continued to scroll through Milo's criminal record which proved to be a long one. "Assault, Breaking-and-Entering, Theft, Vandalism...all mob related crimes."
Eric nodded too, reading more about Milo. Having only been released from prison seven months ago, he had no last known place of residence. Convenient. Eric couldn't help but think this bitterly.
As Horatio Caine appeared in her side vision, Calleigh slid her hand away from Eric's. Eric looked to her, questioning. Following her line of sight, he too looked on as the Lieutenant entered the room.
Obviously looking for an update, Calleigh began telling Horatio what she and Eric just discovered. After taking in this information, Horatio discussed the prison shooting with his remaining team.
"One of the escapees is Milo Kubiliute, born in Russia but first known here in Miami eight months ago when giving a speeding ticket. Last residence unknown." Horatio nodded again, then thought back to his conversation with Mike Staunton that afternoon.
"This jail-break was planned...and every plan has a flaw, let's find it."
Lying on his bed inside his cell, Mike Staunton stopped his forced shaking and began laughing menacingly. He never considered himself a good actor, but he felt he deserved some sort of award for his previous acting.
Though at first nervous, Mike felt a great accomplishment, he had pulled the wool over Miami's human-lie detector. Making Horatio Caine feel like Ivan Sarnoff was running, making Caine feel like a hunter.
Little did Caine know that he was the hunted.
Mike smiled inside his cell as he remembered a key part of his meeting with Ivan and his pals. One he felt the Miami Lieutenant didn't need to know.
"What do you plan to do with your freedom Ivan? Run? Hide? Celebrate?"
Ivan Sarnoff turned to look over his shoulder at the table of criminals. Smiling once more, an evil glint shined in his cold eyes.
"Net...I will not hide. I plan to kill Horatio Caine."
OoOoOoO! A lil E/C romance...but more importantly Ivan plans to kill H! But how?
Anyone who guesses right will recieve a unknown (even to me) reward!
So...Will Caine's Rein end, or will our shaded hero survive?
Find out next time!
Mel out :D
P.S: The R/N scenes will become longer and a special supprise thrown in for all you BoaWolfe lovers ;D