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:
Looking past the crimson mask, Eric stared into the confused eyes of Ryan Wolfe.
"Ryan?"
Ryan Wolfe stared up at the Miami sun, eyes scanning the blue sky for any clouds, his mind blank of any thoughts or worries.
"Ryan?"
Lying on a soft, white surface, Ryan guess he was on a cloud, if this was death it was cosier than he thought it would be. His pain had left his body along with his control, numbness causing him to remain still, his limbs like jelly, flopping around lazily.
"Ryan!"
Looking up, Ryan noticed something blocking his view of the pretty sky. Looking up at the shining gold strands ticking his cheek, Ryan realised it was someone stopping the warmth of the sun reaching him.
"Ryan!"
Hearing the warm female voice call a name again, Ryan looked to her. The peachy skinned woman seemed worried as she looked at him; her grassy green eyes showed her emotions. Ryan wondered what was wrong with the blonde.
"Wolfe! Hey Wolfe! Come on!"
Turning to this new, huskier voice, Ryan found himself staring at the blonde's opposite; the man's skin was dark, eyes darker as they filled with anger. His dark hair shone wetly, sweat and red smeared across his forehead.
If Ryan wasn't afraid of the guy, he would have laughed.
"Ryan! Can you hear me?"
Ryan...Wolfe...that's me!
"Hey..."
Ryan laughed mentally at his slurred voice, he wasn't dying; he was just drunk! He looked down at the white moving bed he was on, noticing the deep red of blood covering his body.
Not remembering any of what had happened to him, Ryan wondered how much alcohol he must have consumed. Realising who he was with, his friends, Ryan had to speak his mind.
"Hey Delko, how much did I drink man?"
Eric stared at him wide eyed, not believing what he heard. Calleigh turned to the medic pushing the bed by his feet, the two CSI's glad to see the ambulance was within sight.
The medic shrugged, "That's the morphine talking ma'am. We had to ease him down a bit, with the way his heart was going; he would be dead before we got to the van."
"I drank morphine?"
Calleigh turned back to her laughing friend, "No wonder my throats killing me!" She couldn't believe this, when imagining finding her friends; she had enough logic to think they would be harmed yes but at least together and sane!
One out of three was not good enough for the Southern CSI.
Staring up at the sky once again, Ryan frowned. I was meant to do something... Clicking his tongue, the CSI wondered what his previous task was.
I know it was important...
Feeling the breeze brushing past him slow, Ryan knew the moving bed's speed was decreasing. Thinking about his foggy memory, the CSI knew if it was important, there was one man who would know what it was.
"Where's Horatio?"
"Lieutenant!"
Looking up, deep blue eyes on fire, Horatio Caine quickly made his way to a young officer's aid. Both men gripped the large metal beam and together, managed to lift it out of their way.
Gasping for air, the officer spoke his mind.
"Sir...Wolfe was found there-" indicating to the body sized hole the rescuers had managed to make in the rubble. "But Boa Vista mustn't have been close to him in the collapse."
Horatio silently agreed, after pulling Ryan from the ground and checking for any life-threatening injuries, the Lieutenant trusted his two stable CSIs to escort him to the ambulance. Once he knew Ryan was in safe hands, Horatio had turned his efforts back to finding Natalia.
Having checked the area around Ryan's find, the Lieutenant couldn't guess where under the miles of rock and steel his CSI could be.
Getting back to work, the Lieutenant focused on the deeper rubble, trying to clear a path through the center.
So determent on his task, Horatio failed to notice the thin stream of pool running through the rock and into the open area Ryan once lay.
Ryan Wolfe bounced back against the white gurney, shoved down by Eric Delko. Not thinking, the CSI immediately made to jump out of the moving bed, trying to over-power his friends.
"Ryan calm down!"
Ignoring Calleigh as she tried to break through to him, Ryan continued his attempts to escape. Eric pushed him down by the shoulders, pinning him to the bed.
Growling out, Ryan quickly shoved Eric in the chest, causing the unsuspecting CSI to stumble backwards, landing face-up on the cement road.
Taking his chance, Ryan swung his legs over the bed, pushing away Calleigh's hands as he jumped away, starting to run back the way they had come.
After three steps, Ryan's knee betrayed him, sending him crashing onto his side.
Eric scarpered to his feet, launching himself onto Ryan before he could get up. Calleigh watched as the two wrestled, Eric trying to restrain while Ryan tried to free himself.
"Eric, careful with him!"
Knowing neither man was listening, Calleigh turned on the flabbergast medic. "I thought you gave him morphine?" The medic never took his eyes off the fight, answering with a dropped jaw.
"I did ma'am, he must be stronger than I thought!"
Ryan heard what the medic said, sighing internally as in his broken state, Eric was stronger. Feeling his shoulders pushed down painfully, Eric seizing his wrists and slamming them to the ground. Ryan knew he had to win this battle, a life was at stake.
Swallowing his pride, Ryan knew he had to take the opening to his freedom.
Sharply, Ryan raised his good knee up. A shock ran through him as he heard Eric grunt in pain, then fall off of him to his left. Pushing himself up, Ryan looked down at his friend.
"Sorry man."
After whispering his apologies, Ryan took off in a hoppy type run, blocking out the pain as he raced back to the ruins of Miami Metals.
The building that ruined his life...and could have ended another.
Okay, I'm guessing you all know why Ryan freaked on Eric and Calleigh right? If not, just ask :)
And in case you all are wondering...yes Ryan went for the low-blow! But all for a good cause!
Will Ryan help the search? Will he be on time? Can he save a life, or is his ruined...forever?
Find out next time!
Mel out ;)