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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 Ryan and Natalia?"

Struggling along, Ryan Wolfe held onto Officer Blake tightly but this time, it was out of fear of the young man collapsing. One arm around the CSI, the young officer kept his other hand pressed to his neck, feeling his own blood ooze through his fingers. Though his wound had clotted, blood stopped pouring; the young officer couldn't help but feel shaky.

Swallowing his fear, Officer Blake continued along down the stair well, reaching the ground floor.

Stumbling under the other half of Ryan's weight, Natalia wrapped one arm around her partner's waist, hoping to help Blake as the three moved quickly through the second floor.

Only inside a factory machine filled room, the three officers were attacked from behind.

Falling to the floor, wincing as his knee made contact with the cold, dusty concrete; Ryan looked over his shoulder at their attacker. A filmier face, one of the men involved in his and Natalia's kidnapping stood over him, knife raised above his head, swinging down towards him.

A bloody hand grabbed the Russian's wrist just as the steel tip of the knife scraped Ryan's nose.

"Get out of here!" startled by Officer Blake's cry, Ryan resisted the eager tug against his arm. In the shock of the moment, he realised it was Natalia trying to pull him from the fight. With his mind racing, Ryan allowed her to drag him to his feet, his eyes widely focused on the brave officer struggling against the knife wielding Russian.

Now standing, Ryan was torn between assisting Officer Blake, and bringing Natalia to safety. Watching helplessly, the two CSI's jumped as Blake delivered an uppercut to his attacker. Turning, the panting fighter looked to them both.

"Go!"

Noting that Blake had the upper hand now, Ryan slowly stepped away from the officer. Nodding thanks, his steps became faster as both he and Natalia retreated from Blake.

After the two CSIs left, Officer Blake turned back to face his opponent...but he wasn't there. After a glance to the floor, Blake noted neither was the knife. Looking around wildly, his crystal blue eyes caught a blurred movement in the corner of his left eye.

Ducking to his side, Blake kneed the Russian in the rib cage, pushing him backwards.

Both men stood, crouching into fighting stances like bullets ready to shoot. Seizing the Russian up, Blake cracked his knuckles, flexing his fingers as he slyly slid one hand to his holster.

Eyes darting to Blake's hand, the Russian launched him forward, knife raised and aiming for the officer's trickling neck wound.

Standing up straight against a steel support beam, Lieutenant Horatio Caine quickly changed magazines of his empty 40 calibre Smith&Wesson. Across the room, hiding behind the break room's bar, Ivan Sarnoff waited, unknowingly with an empty barrel.

Both men waited for the other to make the first move.

Cautiously, the Miamian Lieutenant slid against the steel, placing one foot out. After no reaction, Horatio slowly pushed his hand out, gun first, listening for any sound that would indicate Ivan's location.

Taking a breath, the Lieutenant stepped out into the open.

Glancing around the empty room, Horatio looked for any sign of movement behind the many possible hiding spots. Behind the bar, Ivan aimed blindly, pulling back the trigger.

Click!

Realising his gun was empty, the Russian mob boss immediately pulled his arm back from over the bar, popping the empty magazine out into his hand. Once refilling his weapon, Ivan had a thought.

A life ending thought.

Slowly raising, the Russian glared over the wooden bar, noticing the Lieutenant walking with gun raised towards an over turned table feet from him. Pulling his arm back, Ivan threw the empty magazine across the room, landing just outside the double doors.

Turning on his heels, Horatio aimed at the doorway.

Ivan had a perfect aim; the Lieutenant's back shined like a red rag to the raging bull. One large target, ready for him to shoot. Ghosting to a standing position, Ivan extended his arm, gun held tight in his hand.

Smiling to himself, the Russian pulled the trigger.

Sitting outside Miami Metals on a medical bed, Eric Delko kept his eyes on the doomed building. He waited for the ear shattering explosion, the blinding fires but most off, the CSI waited for his Lieutenant and two friends to appear.

Hopefully the latter occurring first.

Wincing as the medic applied a cotton ball covered in antibiotics to his arm, Eric looked on at the building as pliers were inserted into the wound, pushing past his flesh and muscle to pull the metal bullet from his arm.

Calleigh watched the pain flash in his eyes.

Noticing his glare, Calleigh followed Eric's line of sight to gaze upon the metal factory with worry. Her fear had heightened since she was inside, Eric's depleting health along with bullets barely missing the pair had caused the trained CSI to do something she never thought she would do.

Calleigh Duquesne had screamed out in fear.

Shocked, the CSI's mind became fuzzy, her thoughts circling on what had caused her to break her number one rule; to never show emotions to the enemy. Her normally solid wall of control had come crumbling down within seconds. The only question was, why?

After a few painful heart beats, she glanced to her right...and had her answer.

Eric.

The very thought of Eric in danger had overruled her bases of emotional control. Taking another glance at Eric, Calleigh quickly looked away as she realised he was looking back. Though glad he was okay, Calleigh's heart gave a painful squeeze.

What about Horatio? Ryan? Natalia? Or of the other officers still inside?

Staring once again at Miami Metals, Calleigh Duquesne felt like screaming all over again.

Both Officer Blake and Lieutenant Caine fight for their lives but...will they be victorious?

Will Ryan and Natalia escape...or does a certain skin-head stand in their way?

Find out these answers and more next time!

Mel out ;)

P.S: I know I said this chapter would be Ryan vs Russian but I miss calculated.

But don't fret, The next chapter is a full Ryan vs Russian chapter! Just for you RaiN/ BoaWolfe/ Ryalia fans!