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:

Pushing his arm forward to its maximum point, Ryan barely managed to tip two fingers to her wrist.

'Oh God!'

"Natalia!"

Forgetting the danger of moving under shaky rubble, Ryan Wolfe pulled his arm back from his unconscious partner. Placing both his palms to the ground, growling, he moved in a push-up motion, his back almost breaking from the weight of the cement.

His pain agonizing, Ryan continued to push against the crushing force, the CSI knew he didn't have much time.

Natalia didn't have much time.

On her knees, her black suit covered in chalk-like dust, Calleigh Duquesne stared down at the large hole created in the debris. While digging, it had taken the determent CSI a moment to realise her nails were scraping across the ground; she had reached the bottom of the pile.

And neither of her friends was there.

Now, sitting back on her heels, she watched Eric dig, tears threatening to fall from her grassy-green eyes. Her fingers were bloody, her nails broken, but this was not what upset the strong CSI.

It was the fact Eric pulled back too, no luck in his search too.

Eric wiped his forehead, leaving a thin trail of crimson to mix with the dark complexion. His fingers consisted of thousands of tiny cuts, each only a few millimetres long yet stung painfully. Sweat ran into them, mixed with dust and dirt.

Eric couldn't care less about his own pain, he could only think of his two friends, trapped somewhere beneath the large pieces of the former building.

The only question was where.

Looking at the other officers digging as he caught his breath, Eric set his mind back to work, he couldn't rest, he had to keep digging.

The question once again was where.

Where should he start, the debris covered at least two miles and at the least 4 feet deep. The longer it took the CSI and other rescuers to dig, the longer Ryan and Natalia were trapped.

If not dead, their chances depleted every second.

Breathing deeply, Eric stood, ready to move in further and start digging again. Everyone was on their toes, sweaty and tired yet still working, even Stetler had let Horatio be and even lend a hand searching.

A tumbling rock caught Eric's attention.

The rock rolled down a large piece of wood and down to an officer's feet. Thinking nothing of it, Eric stepped up onto the pile, out of the corner of his eye, the CSI saw more debris roll away, pushed by an invisible force.

Brow furrowing, Eric watched, wondering what trick his wearily mind was trying to pull.

His eyes followed the rubble, re-tracing the tumbling rock's trip. Reaching the spot where it had started to fall, Eric wondered what was causing this. Was it the rescuer's activity resulting in an implosion at the debris pile centre?

Curious, Eric watched as he still tried to reclaim his breath.

As though there was an explosion beneath the rubble, the grey stones shot upwards then back down. Again this happened, Eric still watching.

As though an explosion happened within his mind, the answer blasted in Eric's ears.

"THERE!"

Pointing at the moving spot as he ran, Eric attracted the attention of many officers as they watched, taking a moment to realise what he meant.

Sliding to his knees, not caring if he ripped and shredded his skin, Eric launched his pained fingertips forward, again seizing rock and rubble and furiously flinging them over his shoulder.

Feeling warmth radiate like the blood trickling down his legs, Eric knew others were digging behind him. A flicker of gold told him Calleigh was right by his side, wrinkled hands blurred as they worked told both CSIs their Lieutenant worked only 2 feet away.

The CSI trio worked in silence, deafened by their own hearts that seemed to beat from their throats.

As she dug deeper, Calleigh felt hair scrape underneath her nails. Shocked, the CSI pushed herself to go faster. Sweating and breathless, she tugged a practically heavy part of a steel support beam.

Sucking in a shocked breath, Calleigh found herself looking at the top of a human head.

"Horatio!"

Turning to his CSI, the Lieutenant was startled at her find. Reacting in a second, he looked at the direction the neck led, lending a hand to other officers who were trying to free the torso and legs.

In less than a minute, they had pulled the body from the hole, flipping it onto it's back.

"Oh my God!"

Calleigh was nauseous as she saw the damage to her friend's body. Bruises covered the skin, blue and yellow standing out in contrast to the CSI's skin tone. Cuts ran over every exposed piece of flesh, light scrapes and deep slashes causing blood to ooze over each stone surrounding the body.

What scared Calleigh most was the eyes, surround by blood they were closed and unmoving.

Horatio looked to Eric who pressed his hand to his newly found friend's blood encrusted neck. Nodding to his Lieutenant, both were glad there was a strong pulse. A flutter of thick eyelashes cause Eric to look down at the bloody faced CSI.

Looking past the crimson mask, Eric stared into the confused eyes of Ryan Wolfe.

Okay, I wanted to go into more detail with the find but then I couldn't have done a cliffy as always ;)

So Ryan is found...but what about Natalia?

Is it too late?

Find out next time ;)

Mel out :D