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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...

AN: If this symbol * appears next to a word the explanation is at the end of chapter. I hope this helps ;)

Now on with the story...

Previously on C.S.I Miami:

As the floors creaked closer towards the door, Horatio raised his eyebrows in surprise at the figure who appeared.

"Ivan."

Barely containing his shock, Horatio looked at the Russian with emotionless features, thankful his years of experiance hid his stunned blue eyes.

Knowing that the Lieutenant was overly-surprised to see him, Ivan couldn't help but smile.

"It seems we're more alike than ever Lieutenant."

Reaching a hand to his silk shirt, mimicking Horatio's revealing, Ivan showed he too wore a Kevlar vest, a bullet lodged over the chest padding. Smirking back to show he was not afraid, Horatio responded.

"It seems we are."

"Great minds think alike Caine." Still smiling, Ivan glanced at the Lieutenant's right hand at his hip, gun pointed to the ground. Noticing how helpless Horatio was, Ivan decided to gloat a little more.

"But I was just a bit smarter, eh?

"I'm not so sure about that Ivan."

Clocking back the hammer of his pistol, Ivan made sure he wouldn't blink when he shot; this was something the Russian wanted to see and to remember.

The moment a bullet burrowed through Horatio Caine's forehead.

Before the Russian could shoot, a rumble shook through the foundations, causing both men to shake violently. Taking advantage, Horatio raised his left arm, smacking Ivan's arm upwards.

Three bullets shot through the roof.

Quickly pulling up his left as Ivan stumbled backwards, the sound of the Lieutenant's gun was drowned out by bomb explosions.

Watching Ivan fall to the rumbling floor, Horatio squinted his eyes as the blood pooled out of the Russian's forehead, leaking into his glazed-over eyes. Leaving the dead man's body behind, the Lieutenant quickly made his way back over to the unconscious Officer Blake.

Lugging the young man over his shoulder, Horatio quickly made his way towards the exit.

Pushing down the fire escape bar and shoving with his shoulder, Horatio breathed in the Miami heated air deeply; he could practically taste the freedom.

Quickly making his way down the stairs, the Lieutenant had to bow his head to shield himself from the shards of glass, raining from exploding windows. Once his foot hit the pavement, Horatio continued to run with Officer Blake, reaching the side entrance.

Grunting, Demetri Valcross raised his pounding head, eyes lazily looking around him. Squinting, the Russian noticed his two victims had escaped, leaving him behind in the dusty room. Pushing himself on to his elbows, he smirked as the sound of the female CSI could be heard only down the corridor.

His victims had escaped, but they hadn't gone far.

Still smiling, Demetri pushed up onto his knees, laughing through his pain as the blood stained steel rod was inches away. Picking it up, he was ready to strike.

As the Russian raised to one knee, he felt powder tickle his bald scalp. Looking up, blinking the dust from his eyes, the Russian gasped in horror.

Before he could move, the ceiling collapsed on him, though dying Demetri's last thought was a happy one. Smile still eched on his face, the Russian gave up fighting the crushing force of the rubble, that thought swiming peacefully around his mind.

If he couldn't make it out, neither could those two CSIs.

"Ryan!"

Once again struggling with the weight of her partner, Natalia Boa Vista was begging Ryan to snap out of his trance.

"Ryan, I can't do this alone, come on!"

Slowly, the two CSIs made it to the far door, holding onto Ryan's arm, Natalia gripped his wrist tighter over her shoulder, feeling his arm slip through her sweaty grip. Turning a corner, the exit was only down a hallway.

To Natalia, it was the longest hallway she had ever seen.

Before Natalia could take one step, the floor beneath her shook, a rumble shaking through the building. Wide-eyed, the CSI jumped as an explosion ruptured above her.

Hastily pulling Ryan towards the exit, Natalia hoped against hope they could make it.

So close.

Another explosion ripped in the distance, parts of the ceiling crumbling around the two CSIs.

Okay, I know it's really short but I've a limited time to write and post this, I've a really crazy busy day but hey, a short update is better than no update right?

And talk about backfire! Ivan's bomb saves H and dooms the Russian!

But will Ivan kill Ryan & Natalia from beyond the grave?

Find out next time!

Mel out ;)