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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:

Curled together, both CSI's gasped as a filmier face entered the room.

"Horatio!"

Not believing her eyes, Natalia Boa Vista stared at the approaching figure. Reaching down, the Lieutenant gently seized her hand, pulling her to her feet. Officer Blake did a quick sweep of the room, then holstered his weapon. Kneeling down, the young officer pulled Ryan from the ground.

Ryan cried out in pain.

Everyone looked to Ryan, then noticing the awkward angle his knee seemed to be at. Putting his arm over the young Blake, Ryan put most of his weight on the officer's shoulders. In a swift movement, Horatio and Blake half carried the two CSIs from the steel room and out onto the corridor.

"The second Caine reaches your room, they shall all detonate."

Gasping as he remembered Ivan's threat, Ryan looked franticly to Horatio, his speech slurred. "H, theres a bomb in the building." Nodding as Ryan told him this, Horatio held Natalia's hand, keeping her arm wrapped around his neck as she stumbled by his side.

"I know Mr. Wolfe."

Jumping slightly, Officer Blake looked wide-eyed to the CSI trio. Reaching to his radio on his chest, he urgently sent a message to his fellow S.W.A.T team mates. "Missing Persons found, 10-79 in progress, repeat 10-79, bomb threat in building! Evacuate!"

A static crackle was heard before the response.

"Copy that. Proceeding with evacuation."

Continuing on, Officer Blake looked from the strong Lieutenant to the struggling CSI at his side, to the CSI he was carrying, and a lump formed in his throat. He could feel his heart pumping wildly, adrenaline rushing through his veins.

Through this fear caused reaction, the young Officer Blake felt a bullet pierce through his neck.

"Missing Persons found-"

Hearing this message, Calleigh Duquesne jumped. Turning quickly to look at the doorway, she breathed a relieved sigh once she noticed the S.W.A.T officer standing in the room. Both the officer and Calleigh were quiet as the rest of the message played through the radio.

"-10-79 in progress, repeat 10-79, bomb threat in building! Evacuate!"

Looking down into Eric's wide eyes, Calleigh knew he too heard the message. Both rushed to their feet, following the S.W.A.T officer through the bullet ridden rooms, looking for the nearest exit.

With Eric's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her along though her own two feet were fine, Calleigh could feel the wetness of Eric's blood seep onto her shirt. Forcing herself not to look down, the CSI couldn't help but throw glances at his face, making sure he was no paler.

Calleigh couldn't imagine how she would feel if...anything happened to Eric.

Turning one last corner, the exit was in sight. Racing forward, the two CSI's and S.W.A.T officer burst through the double doors and out into the empty parking lot. Bullets sprayed the dirt as Russians remaining in the building opened fire at the fleeing cops.

Darting left and right, they soon arrived at the side gate and quickly ran through it, greeted by flashing lights, fellow officers and medics standing by their ambulances.

They were ready for the worst...and the worst was expected.

Running to the back of one ambulance, Calleigh looking into the empty back, two empty gurneys taunted her. She had thought her friends were found, that they would be out here. Turning to Eric, who also looked into the ambulance's back with a heart fallen look, she spoke her thoughts.

"Where are Ryan and Natalia?"

Looking at the fallen Officer Blake who screamed in agony, Horatio Caine turned his body, acting like a shield to the three younger officers whilst aiming his gun at the source.

Catching a glimpse of cold blue eyes, Horatio knew who the shooter was.

Ivan.

Growling internally, the Lieutenant looked to his make-shift team. Both Ryan and Blake were on the ground, Natalia slipped out of his grip to assist them. She held her hand over Blake's, pushing his palm into his neck for pressure whilst whispering instructions. Ryan looked to his Lieutenant, a fresh blood stain as the bullet grazed his forearm.

"H...do you need back up?"

Knowing Ryan would follow him even if it meant crawling to do so, Horatio shook his head negative. Turning, gun in tow, Horatio paced to where Ivan disappeared.

"No Mr. Wolfe, Ivan...is mine."

Continuing on, the Lieutenant followed Ivan's shadow and reflections through the turning corridors, the Russian's ice blue eyes and sharp grey suit reflected of the many grime covered mirrors and windows.

Ivan was just out of gun range each time.

Giving chase with caution, Horatio Caine knew to keep his eyes open for any signs of traps, wires, hidden gun men, flashing lights. Looking out for these signs is what kept the Lieutenant alive through his 13 years as a CSI Lieutenant and his previous force carrier.

Hopefully, it could keep him alive today.

Walking fast towards the break room, the very room he and Ivan's shoot off first started, Horatio's instinct told him Ivan had planned that very room to be the scene of their final showdown.

The destination of their ultimate battle.

Walking inside the door, Horatio saw an empty room but he knew he was not alone. Ivan's haunting laugh surrounded him, yet didn't show the location of its vocalist. Continuing into the large loft, the Lieutenant scanned the area, the voice spoke again.

"Are you ready Caine?"

Chuckling dryly without humour, Horatio took his shades from his jacket pocket and placed them over his sky blue eyes, covering the storm brewing within.

"Are you?"

Ivan laughed at the Lieutenant's response, curving his arm around the chair he hid behind. Closing one eye, he aimed for the kill shot.

Horatio's almost supernatural instincts made him jump to the side behind a large pillar at the right second. Laughing again, Ivan knew this would be an interesting match. "Let the games begin Lieutenant!"

Growling to himself, Horatio replied to Ivan's roar.

"Let's go Ivan...let's go."

Well, well, I sense a showdown, but who will come out on top?

The ultimate battle of Good vs. Evil!

And how will Ryan, Natalia and Blake escape the building? Will a certain sadistic skin-head make a reappearance?

Anyone in the mood for Ryan vs. Russian?

All this and more...next time ;)

Mel out :D