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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:

Swinging his arm back, Demetri Valcross swung in for his attack on Ryan Wolfe.

Eyes shut tightly, arms wrapped protectively around her head; Natalia Boa Vista remained curled in a fetal position. Behind closed eyes, the CSI shuddered as painful flashbacks repeatedly played like a horror movie.

The anxiety pinned her down, trapping her within her own body.

Among the memory filled screams and crashes, Natalia heard new sounds un-filmier to her; men grunting and yelling in combat, bodies hitting the ground, steel meeting skin,

Ryan crying out in pain.

Shocked out of her memories, Natalia opened her eyes, moving her shaky arms away from her head to look for the source of the screaming. Looking out to where Ryan lay on the ground, Natalia tried to get up to help him.

But her body fought against her commands, keeping the CSI in place.

With her muscles in mutiny against her mind, Natalia watched dazedly, the line between her past and present faded, Ryan's screams mingled with her own past cries. Though she begged for her limbs to help Ryan, she was battling against her own self- preservation instinct.

Forced to watch Ryan's agony, Natalia could sympathise with him, having gone through this pain herself. As more flashbacks flew through her mind, the CSI was forced to feel the fears she once did in her marriage to Nick Townsend. The pain, the heartache, the loneliness, the desperation of knowing no one was coming to the rescue. A thought struck the CSI.

She could come to Ryan's rescue.

Pushing herself up, the CSI lost the fear of a victim and gained the courage of a saviour. Standing up fully, Natalia prepared to rescue her partner.

Ivan Sarnoff stood in the quite, abandoned break room. Other than the quick raising and deflating of the Russian's chest, there was no other movement in the bullet ridden space.

Stepping out of the tiny bar, Ivan made his way towards the double doors. Though his heart was pounding, Ivan cracked an un-easy smile, after all, the Russian had every reason to feel complete overjoyed.

At his feet, Horatio Caine lay motionless on the ground.

Ivan stared at the small hole in the Lieutenant's back; the Russian congratulated himself for his perfect aim, the bullet passed perfectly through Horatio's shoulder blades.

Though wishing to stay and watch every drop of blood ooze out of the Lieutenant's cold, dead body, Ivan looked to his wrist watch and noted he had minutes left till his precious bombs detonated.

Smiling once more at the dead Lieutenant, Ivan walked to the door, leaving Caine's cold body to melt in the flames. Smiling, the Russian was surprised he never had to touch the tricks stashed up his silk sleeves.

As the Russian left, he failed to notice the twitching white hand, reaching for the fallen 40 calibre Smith&Wesson...and cracked shades.

Heart racing, brow sweaty, Officer Blake stared down at his Russian attacker. With bloody hands, the young man quickly pulled his gun from his holster, aiming at the semi-conscious man lying at his feet.

Clocking the hammer back, Blake was un-sure on what to do.

Feeling steel enter his shin, the officer fired his gun. Hearing the soft thud of body hitting the ground, Blake looked down into the blank eyes of the Russian. Gasping, the young officer stumbled back.

Looking down at the knife embedded in his leg, Blake slid down the wall and to the ground.

Pacing himself to pull the knife out, Blake jumped as the door next to him slammed open. Seeing a non-Dade gunman quickly walk out, the young officer's academy training took over.

"Miami Dade P.D freez-"

Receiving a blow of the butt of Ivan's gun, Officer Blake slipped into darkness.

Having struck the blood covered boy, Ivan continued down the hallway, about to enter the stairwell. Looking down to check his watch, the Russian jumped as he almost walked into a black, metal object.

Shocked, Ivan stared down the muzzle of a gun, eyes dilating as they focused on the golden bullet on the other end. Even more shocked, Ivan gawked at the gunman.

"How are you still breathing Caine?"

Smiling, Lieutenant Horatio Caine removed one hand from his gun; the other held a finger steadily on the trigger. Reaching pass his suit jacket to the shirt beneath, Horatio pulled both to the side to reveal a full torso Kevlar vest.

Chuckling through fear, Ivan cocked his head to the side. "Are you going to arrest me Lieutenant?"

Horatio smiled too, a dark edge to the way his lips curled over his white teeth. Watching the Lieutenant lower his gun, Ivan let a relieved sigh out.

"No."

Sucking in a shocked breath, Ivan looked to where the Lieutenant shot him, right through his chest, aiming for his cold heart. Twitching a smile, Ivan fell to the hard ground below, a smile still etched on his face as his eyes closed.

Looking down at the somewhat peaceful face of the ex-Russian king-pin, Horatio couldn't help but notice the smugness radiating from Ivan, as though the dead man won.

Looking beyond the Russian, Horatio saw an officer down and rushed to his aid.

Quickly at the unconscious officer's side, the Lieutenant instantly recognized the S.W.A.T solider. "Officer Blake." Tapping the young man's cheek without response Horatio pressed two fingers to the non-blood covered side of the man's neck.

A pulse was there; Slow & weak.

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Horatio Caine had less than 6 minutes to save himself...and his people.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoH!

I bet you all thought I killed H! I did make him kinda dark though :O Hahaha! I'm not that evil!

Or am I?

Though escaping Ivan, will the Russian kill H after all?

Will he and Blake escape?

Can Natalia save Ryan or is she truly just another victim?

Find out next time ;)

Mel out :D