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Story Title: Revenge is a dish best served Russian
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:

Nodding to herself, Calleigh hung up with a quick goodbye. Once again resting her head against the cool metal of the van, the CSI waited, and waited...and waited.

Waiting until she knew her friends' fates.

Curled up together, Ryan Wolfe and Natalia Boa Vista were almost asleep. Though there was tension and fear in the air, both CSI's felt a wave of numbness that caused tiredness also. Both CSI's knew what this was, the calm before the storm.

The peace before death.

Still waiting in the silence, they were both in the same position from their kiss moments ago, neither one knowing what to say.

Though there was love in her kiss to him, Ryan could have taste the fear leaking from Natalia, knowing the kiss was a mere gesture to the person she would die with rather than a romantic signal.

His heart broke a fraction at that thought.

With her hand resting on his chest, Natalia could feel Ryan's heart beat through his lovable sweater vest. Feeling his head atop of hers, she could feel his warm, steady breath on her hair. Remembering her previous thought about clinging to Ryan through non-romantic emotions, Natalia felt shivers caused purely by her physical closeness to Ryan Wolfe at this moment. Realisation came in three simple words.

I love Ryan.

Natalia looked at her feelings as evidence. She knew she felt something for Ryan Wolfe well before being taken and trapped in this steel prison. The CSI tried to decipher what that something was. Attractiveness? Protectiveness? She did not know, but it was something.

Something that had developed.

Realising this, Natalia smiled slightly, finding a small light in her currently dark situation. But just as soon as her joy came, a thought struck it out. She had only minutes left with her love, minutes she had been wasting sitting in silence. But what could she say? They were doomed.

Her light was about to be extinguished...forever.

Ten feet down from the main gates of Miami Metals, a convoy of 6 S.W.A.T vans pulled to a stop. Out of these 2 vans came 20 S.W.A.T officers and two CSI's. The 22 men and women huddled near a large grey Hummer, where a determinant Lieutenant waited.

No sirens rang, no lights flashed for the element of surprise was important is situations like these. Silence surrounded the Lieutenant as he prepared to prep his squad for the rescue mission.

And to save his missing people.

"H, S.W.A.T has heat seeking goggles here, shows ten to fifth teen armed throughout the first, second and third floors." Horatio Caine looked to his friend, Eric Delko. "Can you locate Mr. Wolfe and Ms. Boa Vista Eric?" Peering again through the red tinted goggles, Eric shook his head.

"No...We're gonna have to go in blind."

Horatio nodded once, taking in this unfortunate information. Leaving the planning to S.W.A.T leaders, Horatio stood aside and listened. The leading officer only talked of the Russian weapons and possible tactics, but none of the safety of his people.

As the group disbanded, Horatio caught their attention.

"Gentlemen your primary goal is to find our two missing officers and escort them to safety." Receiving nods from them all, he let them prepare for entry.

"Ready H?" Eric asked as he loaded his gun. Calleigh now wore a bullet proof vest at Eric's request.

"As we'll ever be." The Lieutenant responded strongly, pacing through the side door behind the army of S.W.A.T.

No one is left behind.

Inside the large factory, shouts were heard from the third floor windows, police were invading. Ivan Sarnoff grinned of his whisky glass, throwing it against the floor. Standing in the pool of glass shards, Ivan loaded his AEK-999 machine gun and threw the strap over his shoulder.

The mob boss was ready for war.

As his soldiers readied themselves, Ivan strolled to the third floor storage room. Next door was his two "guests". Smiling to himself, Ivan looked upon his beautiful device. The remote like detonator was hidden behind many cleaning agents for safety.

No law enforcer would touch it.

Clicking away at its keys, Ivan smile grew wider into an evil smirk. Placing it back down, he pushed bottles of cleaner in front once more, and then left the closet. Still wearing his victorious smile, Ivan knew that detonator and it's four friends throughout the building were the key to his freedom.

He would give Horatio Caine a choice, arrest him or rescue his two workers.

The timer on the bomb ticked down...49:01:01...49:01:00...49:00:59...

Horatio Caine had less than 50 minutes.

The Miamian Lieutenant rushed through the trees behind the wall of S.W.A.T, marching towards the main doors of Miami Metals. Upon reaching the doors, shots were fired at the platoon of navy S.W.A.T and three CSIs.

"Up there!"

At Eric Delko's word, half of the S.W.A.T along with Horatio Caine and Calleigh Duquesne opened fire at the third floor east windows. Breaking the glass and revealing their shooter, Horatio fired once and caught the man in the chest, causing him to fall screaming, to his death below.

Continuing into the building, the S.W.A.T and CSI's broke up into three groups, Calleigh taking the bottom floor whilst Eric and Horatio continued up to the next. Then the Lieutenant continued on alone, up to the third floor.

Shots were heard beneath his feet, his officers had encountered more Russians. Focusing on the task at hand, Horatio raised his gun and stalked through the hallway, looking in each room for any signs or life.

Occasionally ending one of a Russian gunman.

Creeping further along the hall, Horatio entered the lounge and saw a disturbing sight.

Ivan Sarnoff standing, gun at his side, non-threatening.

Horatio could not shoot until Ivan threatened to raise his gun, despite no one around, the Lieutenant couldn't shoot...he needed to find his people first. Revenge would come next. Ivan smiled slyly, "Lieutenant Caine, do you still think orange suits me?" Gesturing to his new clothes, Ivan smiled at Horatio.

"I'm sure red would suit you better Ivan." Feeling the Lieutenant's hatred, Ivan chuckled deeply, knowing he had hit Horatio at his weakest point. "I'm sure your only here for a business call-"

"Where are my CSI's Ivan?" Horatio stared at the Russian mob boss, hating the smile that seemed plastered to his face. "I see, I see, well Caine...how about a deal?"

OoOoOoOoOoOoH! What will happen next? What will Horatio do? Will he sacrifice the safety of his people for justice, or has love corrupted him?

Find out next time folks :)

The next chapter is being held hostage by Ivan and his gang and they're hiding behind one hell of a writer's block! And to top it off, my laptop crashed! I can't type up any chapters for at least 2 weeks! :|

Damn their evil!

Mel out :)