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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:
Running up the corridor, gun in tow, Horatio growled out to himself.
"Not if I find them first Ivan."
Lifting her head from Ryan's shoulder, Natalia Boa Vista blinked rapidly. Having drifted in sleep minutes after Ryan had, the CSI was not sure if she had imagined...screaming.
Gun shots welcomed her back into reality with a jump.
Feeling a jolt against his right arm, Ryan Wolfe awoke, mumbling questions as he adjusted himself. More shouts could be heard, only noises, words were blocked through the strong steel.
The voices were drowned out by more gunshots.
Natalia whipped her head around, her hair brushing against Ryan's cheek. She wore an expression of a deer caught in car headlights.
Fear & shock, yet...slight curiosity.
Throughout the screams, shouts and gunshots, Ryan's excellent hearing picked up on a different noise...approaching footsteps. Pulling Natalia closer to him, the CSI's instincts screamed danger almost as loud as a woman's scream which caused both to jump.
Listening harder, he could hear the light thud of business shoes end just outside their prison door.
Three clanks of bolts opening, and so did the door.
Natalia gripped Ryan's hand as the door creaked open, squeezing it as a gun led the unknown figure in. Trapped to the ground by his injured knee, Ryan felt powerless as they waited for the identity of the door opener.
Curled together, both CSI's gasped as a filmier face entered the room.
6 minutes earlier...
Racing up a quiet corridor, Ivan Sarnoff franticly looked over his shoulder, waiting for Horatio Caine to appear. Ivan knew that in a fair match between himself and the Miamian Lieutenant, either man could win. Not liking those odds, the Russian king-pin decided to throw his honour out the window.
Ivan Sarnoff never liked playing fair anyway.
Though he knew his precious device would destroy the building and any poor souls still inside in a matter of minutes, Ivan knew he could leave his mission to chance. He had promised himself and his men something he couldn't leave to faith.
No, Ivan would make sure Horatio Caine was dead before exiting the doomed building.
In order to kill the annoyingly perpetual Lieutenant, Ivan knew he would need the upper hand, a back-up, an aid in their battle, and the Russian knew what and where he could gain it, all he needed was to out-run the invading cops.
Reaching his destination, the Russian smiled, he was home free.
Making sure no one was watching him; Ivan quickly entered the make-shift armoury. Closing the door and flicking the light switch, the object he had searched for glowed to him, his eyes alight as he reached out.
Picking it up, Ivan laughed to himself, this one simple item meant Horatio Caine's death.
After a few minutes, Ivan left the room with a cocky stride. The screaming and blasts below him made the Russian laugh, none of these affected him, he was on top of the world, no one, not even the infamous Horatio Caine could touch him.
Stopping outside yet another door, laughing as a woman's scream shook through the building, Ivan reached into his pocket, whipping out a key. After opening the door, Ivan took out his handgun and tipped the door open.
He smiled as he entered, joyful as prepared to pick up one last war winner...or two.
40 seconds earlier...
Quickly pacing down a lone corridor, shoulders pushed forward, gun held in both hands, Lieutenant Horatio Caine held a grim expression as he scanned for any trace of his two missing CSIs.
Or of Ivan Sarnoff.
Listening past the gun fights throughout the building, the aged Lieutenant heard approaching footsteps at the end of the hallway, the source hidden behind the wall's corner.
First seeing the standard MP5 sub machine gun, then navy amour. Finally three S.W.A.T officers appeared, each aiming in a different direction. Once spotting Horatio, the three quickly jogged up to meet him.
"Lieutenant Caine! CSI Delko requested half of our squad come up to assist you."
Mentally thanking Eric, Horatio was relieved reinforcements had arrived. Quickly, he made a decision for them. "Officers, continue your search." Nodding to two of the three, Horatio was soon left with one young S.W.A.T.
"What's your name son?"
"Officer Blake, sir."
Turning his back on Blake, Horatio looked down the seemingly endless hallway. "Let's find our people Blake." Glancing in the many open doors of abandoned offices, the two felt sure Ryan and Natalia were not on this floor.
As they patrolled the third floor, Officer Blake noticed a suspicious detail.
"Lieutenant."
Turning to the young man, Horatio noticed he was gazing further down the hall. Following Blake's stare, he noticed the same detail...the only closed door along the corridor.
Both men quickly and quietly made their way down to the door. Blake twisted the doorknob, "Locked sir." Horatio looked above the door frame, noticing the shine of small silver atop the wood.
Blake followed his line of sight, then took down the key. After unlocking the door, he looked to the Lieutenant, allowing him to take the lead. Pushing the door open with his gun, Horatio stepped inside with his one last strand of hope.
Hope, for his people, the Lieutenant was determent to retrieve what he had lost.
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So, Ryan and Natalia have been found, but by who?
What will this mean for our new found lovers?
Who was the woman screaming?...and why was she?
All this and more, next time!
Mel out ;)