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:
Horatio looked away from the man, his eyes looking out to the rest of burning building pieces, he had to keep searching.
"All clear, let's move in!"
Head jerking up from her hands in response to the officer's shout, Calleigh Duquesne was immediately alert. Emerald eyes wide, the CSI launched herself forward, racing to the no-longer flaming ruins of Miami Metals.
On her left, ran Eric Delko, on her right, Horatio Caine was focused solely on the site.
Smoke surrounding them, the CSI trio stopped near the rubble, Eric jumped forward, on his knees as he grabbed small debris up and flinging them over his shoulders, Calleigh mimicked his actions. They had found one body this way and the CSI hoped they could find more.
Hopefully alive...and one of theirs.
Forgetting the face of the skin-head Russian she saw pulled from the ground, already dead, Calleigh focused her eyes on the pile in front of her, looking for any small sign.
A strand of hair, a glimpse of skin...anything.
Using trained eyes, the CSI caught a glimmer underneath a particularly large piece of used-to-be flooring, as rescue workers brushed past her deeper into the ruins; Calleigh was infixed with this silver shine.
Sticking her hand in through the dusty rocks, the CSI pulled out the small metal object. Taking it out to examine and rubbing dust from one part, Calleigh realised it was a silver watch.
Glancing to her own wrist, Calleigh noticed the similarities between this dusty metal accessory and her own watch. Thinking, the CSI raised a golden eye-brow.
A woman's wrist watch?
It took a heartbeat for Calleigh to realise what this could mean, turning to her left, Calleigh looked at Eric's determent face as he dug, sweat pooling across his forehead.
"Eric..."
Turning quickly to look at Calleigh, then at the object in her hand, Eric was confused by the thickness in her voice, her throat swelling with emotion. Noticing his silence, Calleigh spoke again.
"It's a woman's watch..."
Eric's jaw almost dropped; instead he contained his shock into a simple wide-eyed glare. After a seconds stare off, the two CSIs franticly began digging, chucking stones and rubble wildly.
"Ryan! Natalia!"
Other rescue workers turned, alerted by Calleigh and Eric's outburst. Believing they were on to something, many other officers rushed to their help, gathering around.
A dust cloud formed from their efforts, engulfing the site of a hopeful find.
Pain.
Mind-blasting, nerve shattering excruciating pain was what Ryan Wolfe first felt.
The second was the crushing force pressing against the back length of his body.
With his facial features scrunched in pain, Ryan didn't, couldn't open his eyes. It was if his body was frozen, un-moving no matter how much he tried. He tried speaking, inhaling dust as he did.
The CSI's throat felt as though it was on fire after each cough, timber being added after each wheezy breath.
Ryan didn't know what was worse, the cold frost that seemed to chill his blood or the raging fire burning deeper, the blaze engulfing his lungs.
Deciding there was no possible way his pain could increase, Ryan opened his eyes.
Boy was he wrong!
Instinctually, his eyes shut on their own accord. Blinking rapidly, Ryan forced them open again. At first all he saw was darkness, but after a few seconds, the CSI's eyes adjusted to the pain and the lack of light.
Looking around him, noticing he was surrounded by different shades of grey, Ryan began to panic.
I'm buried alive!
Through his worry, Ryan realised another grave fact.
Natalia was with me...
Right next to me when we were crushed...
She's buried too!
Lifting his head in the limited space, the CSI looked around franticly for his partner. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed a colour stand out from the grey.
Through the chalky dust and heavy rubble, Ryan squinted his eyes, trying to focus in on identifying the colour.
A tan arm was just within his reach.
Eyes widening, Ryan slowly began to move each tiny stone and splinter of wood, knowing how one wrong move could crush and kill him instantly.
Though knowing he should just stay still and wait for rescue, the CSI had to know the condition of his partner.
Ryan had to know if Natalia was okay.
Slowly, piece by piece, he had cleared a line of sight to her. "Natalia?" Ryan winced as he spoke in a whisper, taking in another breath; he forced his voice to be louder. "Natalia?"
She didn't move.
Ryan swallowed thickly, his throat once again ablaze. Stretching his arm out, the CSI grunted in pain, feeling a static run through his bicep. Ignoring the throbbing, he extended his arm out to full length.
Pushing his arm forward to its maximum point, Ryan barely managed to tip two fingers to her wrist.
Oh God!
"Natalia!"
Please no!
"Natalia!"
Ooooooooh! I leave you all with another cliffy! I love cliff hangers too much!
MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Are Eric and Calleigh close to finding their friends, or is it just false hope?
And how could I possibly kill Ryan! I'm evil, put not evil enough to kill him!
Now putting him through the grief of losing Natalia is a diffrent matter...
Am I that evil?
Find out next time... or not ;D
Mel out ;)