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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:

"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?"

"So Lieutenant...what do you say?"

Standing still for over a minute, Horatio Caine stared hatefully at Ivan Sarnoff. Having listened to Ivan's "proposal", a time-wasting excuse to annoy the Lieutenant even further and to keep him from his people.

"No deal Ivan."

The Russian chuckled lightly, his breath hitching slightly before speaking. "Well then Caine...I hope my capture is worth the lives of Miami officers-"

"I will find them Ivan." Cutting across Ivan's speech, Horatio stepped towards the Russian, fingers flexing on his gun. Chuckling again, Ivan whispered lowly, Horatio strained to hear him.

"You will not live long enough to."

Seeing Ivan's eyes flicker from his to over his left shoulder, Horatio jumped to the side, taking cover behind an overturned table as a series of bullets flew through his previous position.

Ivan laughed as he ran to the far doorway, eyes alight as he watched Horatio Caine cower from his men's shots. Looking up, the Lieutenant watched as the Russian waved goodbye to him, shouting his last remark.

"I shall give your regards to your two CSI's Caine!"

Horatio raised his gun and fired at Ivan, bullets spraying into the wooden door frame. Ducking out of sight, Ivan continued down the corridor out of sight.

Still trapped by Ivan's men, the Lieutenant quickly slid the magazine out of his gun...He had two bullets left. Peering through one of the many bullet holes in the table, Horatio counted his opponents.

He was in luck, there were two.

Taking a deep breath as he cocked his gun, Horatio knew he needed to survive this shoot out, not for himself or the capture of Ivan Sarnoff, but for his team fighting like he was just floors below him.

Letting out his breath, Horatio rose up, and fired.

Looking at his partner in shock, the Russian gun man fell to his knees, staring at the growing red stain in his chest. His dark hand put pressure to the wound, medical knowledge kicking in.

The second man made a run at Horatio; a rage filled battle cry echoed off the walls. With a simple pull of his finger, Horatio ended his life too. Taking a glance at the bullet-hole center of the Russian's forehead, the Lieutenant then gazed down at the black skinned man.

Feeling a need to repent before death, he opened his mouth and took in one gurgled breath.

"I...was meant...to be a doctor...save lives..."

Noticing the dark skinned man's eyes glaze over, Horatio knew he was dead. Stepping over the bodies, the Lieutenant heard Ivan's last words buzz inside his head. Running up the corridor, gun in tow, Horatio growled out to himself.

"Not if I find them first Ivan."

Prowling through the ground floor, Calleigh Duquesne scanned the empty loft. Surrounded by S.W.A.T shooters, the CSI listened to the almost silent search for her colleagues.

So far, the search was unsuccessful.

Looking over the muzzle of her gun, the Ballistics expert instinctively slid her thumb down the steel, cocking the safety trigger off. The click of a bullet lining itself at the end of the gun's muzzle sent an unusual shiver through her, one false move and she could kill someone innocent.

One false move and she was dead.

Swallowing her fear, Calleigh continued forward, crossing the large, empty loft and entering another long corridor. Separated from S.W.A.T, she quickly pressed up against a large office door.

Taking a deep breath, the CSI opened the door, and entered the room.

Once inside, Calleigh's eyes quickly took inventory as she scanned for any threats. Piles of weapons, bags of drugs and stacks upon stacks of money were mound together at the end of the small room.

About to leave, the CSI noticed movement beyond the pile.

Taking precaution to remain quiet, Calleigh crept towards the pile, gun extended. Eyes wide with alarm, she flexed her finger over the trigger, ready to shoot if necessary.

Peering over the pile, the CSI saw a puddle of red, a dead Russian and a filmier face.

"Eric!"

Leaving her gun atop of the pile, Calleigh quickly kneeled down to the pale CSI, placing two sweaty cream hands over the oozing red stain on his shoulder. Looking up Eric Delko thought for a second he was in heaven.

It took him a second to realise it was just his piece of heaven on earth.

"Calleigh..."

Panicked at Eric's slurred tone, Calleigh grabbed his forearms, pulling him from the ground into a sitting position. Trying to wave off her help, Eric tried to reassure both Calleigh and himself.

"It's okay, it's only a graze."

Noticing a bruise growing at the side of Eric's head, Calleigh wondered how bravely Eric must have fought for his life as she tended his wounds. Forgetting her mission, her gun, everything around her, Calleigh focused solely on Eric.

That was how she didn't notice, another armed man enter the room.

Hey everyone, I'm so sorry in the delay of updating but as I said, my darn computer broke :( Thanks to the inventor of Internet Cafes :)

Anyway, just wanted to give a shout out to G-DiP and Emily Blake for the help with the writer's block, girl power knocked it out!

And I apologise, this chapter isn't my best work. I could only an half hour to think it up, then write it. (Darn over expencive computers!)

Any-hoooo! So Ivan and H are racing against the clock and each other to find Ryan and Natalia, but who will get their first?

The ultimate battle of good vs. evil seems to be a brewing, anyone in the mood for a good, ol' Horatio/Ivan battle to the death?

And what will happen to Eric and Calleigh? Are they doomed lovers?

Find out next time ;)

Mel out