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Story Title: Revenge is a dish best served Russian
Fandom:
C.S.I MiamiSeason(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:
Smiling to himself as he saw his plan was set perfectly, Ivan turned the case for both his victims to see, laughing as their eyes widened in shock and fear.
Natalia Boa Vista stared wide eyed at the briefcase, her breath caught in her throat, heart skipping a beat, she couldn't belief her eyes.
A bomb!
Looking over the bomb quickly, her eyes set on the three large green canisters with chemical labels torn off. Unknowing what the chemicals were meant the blast range and force would not be known,
At least...till it detonated.
Gulping past the fearful lump in her throat, Natalia continued to stare at the bomb until Ivan spoke. "A gift for Horatio Caine… one you both shall deliver." Natalia looked to Ryan; they shared a scared quick look.
Chucking again, Ivan decided to tell the CSI's of their future, since their lives wouldn't last that long.
"Horatio Caine will try play hero and save your lives…but will only end his own and so many others…I have many more of these beautiful pieces around this building…the second Caine reaches your room, they shall all detonate."
Ryan wanted to shout down the Russian leader, tell him that his Lieutenant wouldn't fall for his trap…but couldn't.
Ryan Wolfe truly believed it was over.
Looking around the room and uttering comments about the multiple blood stains and grime covering the walls, Ivan whispered something in Russian to the skin head, who left the room again. Mere seconds later, he returned with two small duffle sacks.
"How about a change of scenery?"
Before either CSI could respond to Ivan's question, the bags were place over their heads, leaving them in darkness as they were cut loose from their chairs and roughly dragged out of the dark room.
Calleigh Duquesne pulled up outside of 176 South Crescent Street and scanned her surroundings. Other than her Hummer and her Lieutenant's personal car, no other vehicle was on the street.
Suspicious.
As she exited the large Hummer, the blond Ballistics expert reached down to her firearm and flipped the leather holder open. Keeping her hand their on her hip, she walked up the laneway to the front door of the house…which was unlocked.
Suspicious.
Swallowing her feelings, Calleigh entered the un-lit house, seeing a shadow of a man awaiting her.
"Horatio."
"Calleigh."
Closing the door behind her on the fading Miami sun, Calleigh and Horatio were left in shadows. "I'm sorry I'm late, Alexx needed a ride and I didn't want to leave her sitting there alone-"
"It's quite alright."
Surprised by the Lieutenant's mellow answer, Calleigh wondered what information could cause the Lieutenant to act this way. Knowing there was only one was to get information out of Horatio Caine, she simply asked and hoped he would tell her.
"What did you find?" Instead of answering, Horatio turned and stared at the white carpet of the stairs, then walked up them. Calleigh followed her Lieutenant, wondering what was causing him to act so strangely.
Entering the main bedroom, one that formally was Mr and Mrs. Samuels, Calleigh looked at the wall above the bed.
Sixty-seven addresses were scrawled in blood, along with a dead line.
1 hour or they're dead.
Ivan Sarnoff laughed with his comrades as they sat in the employee's lounge of Miami Metal's L.T.D, each man it the room was holding a bottle of Ivan's finest Vodka, bought specially for this celebration from the old country.
The celebration of the soon to be death of Horatio Caine.
Ivan had planned the whole thing to a tee, learning from fellow inmates of talented youth on the outside wanting acceptance. Taking in two useful yet silly young men in the promise of power and using their gifts to the core. Striking Caine at his weakest point, the love for his workers.
Attacking the M.E was importantly first, starting at the head of his "family", the "mother", then his well-trusted second-in-command. Making Caine think all Ivan had eyes for was his well-close friends, then attacking two at a time he would expect. Delko was next, everyone in Miami knew to get to Caine, Delko was his weakest point, then the CSI they took once before and a bonus of a surviving target as well.
Now Caine would fall, and he would fall hard.
But with Caine so focused on his little team, Ivan knew it was the perfect time for him and his followers to escape that excuse of a prison and also gain support with other Miamian gangs. Though only he and his most trusted assassin Milo escaped, it was still a victory.
The Russian Mafia was back in business.
Miami would lose Caine.
Miami would be theirs for the taking.
Ryan Wolfe and Natalia Boa Vista were locked inside yet another cold, dark room of the factory, yet again stuck to two chairs but this time back to back. After the bags being removed and laughing Russians left, the two had being trying to escape yet again.
And failing yet again.
"Ryan?"
Their defeated silence was broken only by their breathing and the echo of Natalia's voice against the steel walls. Turning to look over his shoulder, Ryan was inches from her face.
Gulping slightly, he didn't answer, but waited for her to speak again. We need to work together to get out of this." Ryan swung his head back, letting it hang, "There's no point that doors double bolted; we'll never get out."
Natalia sighed, impatient at his surrender. "So what do we do Ryan? Sit here? Give up?" Getting no answer, Natalia continued to twist her wrists in an effort of tearing the tape.
Laughing to himself, Ryan couldn't believe even in their last moments together, he and Natalia managed to start arguing. He could feel that she was trying to escape again and sighed, she could try all she wanted but as a scientist, Ryan knew there was no possible way the tape would just-
Rip.
Both gasped in shock, and leaned painfully over their shoulders to look at the tape. A small tear, only a centimeter long was made at the edge of Natalia's tape after being pulled.
But a centimeter was well enough for the CSI's to work with.
"Okay-okay!" Ryan began to become excited with hope. "You pull your arms towards you, I'll try pull the tape to me." Natalia nodded, then took a deep breath to calm herself. "1…" she whispered, "2…3!"
Both CSI's pulled at the tape, feeling the material stretch and tension filling the tape, about to snap. "Go again!" Ryan nodded to Natalia's command, pulling the tape towards himself, even half standing whilst pulling.
Snap!
"YES!"
Mentally rejoicing, Natalia pulled the tape off her wrists, the off her ankles, standing up and ignoring the stiffness, she began pulling at the tape and soon Ryan was free as well.
Smiling at each other, the realization hit Ryan first, but Natalia felt it as well.
Though free from the duct tape, the two CSI's stared at the steel door, feeling just as trapped as they did being stuck to the chairs.
OoOoOoOoOo, how will our CSI's manage to sort through 67 addresses in 60 minutes?
And…what will happen now for Ryan and Natalia?
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Mel out :)