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:

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.

"Officers, we need to speed up our progress."

Receiving nods from each of his men, Lieutenant Horatio Caine continued to pull pieces of wreckage out of his way, working at the center of the former building. Burning balls of sea blue scanned each layer of rubble, aged ears listening to the words of his fellow searchers.

The Lieutenant hoped, yet dreaded the call of a find.

Still searching, Horatio heard a nearby in-take of breath, with a pained heart, he looked over his shoulder at the officer. Curiously, he was looking out towards the main road rather than the rubble.

"Wolfe?"

Horatio followed the officer's shocked stare, seeing an injured Ryan race towards him. Dried blood covered the CSI, caking around the blue and yellow bruises. He ran mostly on one leg, barely touching the other of the ground before launching forward again.

With Ryan's eyes focused on him, Horatio could see the pain within, tears swimming at the brims.

"Ryan!"

The Lieutenant didn't even try to contain his shock as his supposed to be bedridden CSI barrelled towards him. Stumbling to a stop, Ryan looked into Horatio's eyes with a strange emotion; un-usually saw in the young man's eyes.

Horatio actually felt afraid at the sheer murderous anger in Ryan's eyes.

"Horatio, where is she?"

Horatio took a moment to answer, watching as Ryan re-claimed his breath. The Lieutenant saw a slight wince after each exhale, guessing there was at least two cracked ribs under the CSI's bruised skin.

"H..."

Looking down, Horatio knew Ryan would keep asking till he found out. Lifting his head, the Lieutenant waited until Ryan was finished scanning the area, obviously looking for Natalia. Then, he stared straight into the grey pools of pain and anguish.

"We're still searching son."

Ryan's hands curled into fists, nails digging into his shaking skin. Horatio watched as his CSI took in the news, waiting for an outburst, a break-down, some form of grief of worry.

Instead, Ryan took off again.

Throwing himself into the rubble, Ryan furiously flung the steel and stone behind him, many officers having to duck and dodge as he threw more debris aimlessly. Tears rolled down the CSI's cheeks as he remembered the faint pulse of his partner.

Slowly, each of the rescuers noticed him, slowing their own pace as they watched Ryan dig.

Each face held understanding and sympathy for the CSI.

Ryan stopped his search, panting as he sat on all fours, staring at the taunting grey stone. Out of the corner of his eyes, a colour caught his attention. Turning his head fully, Ryan noticed the large hole made in the rubble;

He also saw the small stream of crimson sparkle in the Miami sunlight.

Not having the energy to get up, Ryan crawled towards the red, the fire returning to his throat as he tried calling for help. Deeper within, the CSI felt the flames seize total control of his lungs, closing in on his heart.

Breathless, Ryan pulled feebly at the first stone, tossing it behind, hitting his shoe. Reaching forward again, his hand stayed on the stone, too weak to lift it again.

A pale, wrinkled hand pulled the cement piece from his, tossing it further behind.

Ryan looked up through heavy eyes at Horatio, the Lieutenant nodded once then turned back to the rock pile, eyes focused on the stream of blood. Forcing himself to continue, Ryan pushed his hands back into the pile, once again pulling the scraps of steel, splinters and cement.

With the help of several more officers, Ryan and Horatio were closing the gap with each piece of metal and stone they pulled away. In the circle of sweaty red-faced officers, several breathless gasps were emitted in shock.

Horatio swallowed once before quickly springing into action.

Eric Delko sat on Ryan's empty gurney, his entire body frozen. Half in shock, half in pain, the CSI couldn't chase his fleeing friend, instead he lay on the cement while Calleigh and the medic helped him to his feet.

Knowing she was by his side, Eric had to ask Calleigh the question he couldn't answer.

"What the hell's gotten into Wolfe?"

Calleigh Duquesne thought for a moment, if she wasn't so puzzled over that question herself, she might have laughed at the craziness that occurred before her moments ago. Next to her, Eric sighed, a hiss of pain slightly audible.

"We should go back."

Turing to face her partner, Calleigh agreed but couldn't help but ask a buzzing question, though it she would mean it as a joke, the CSI worried for Eric.

"Can you walk?"

Eric laughed lightly, slowly lifting himself off of the edge of the gurney, a wince flashed across his face. Walking slowly back to the site, Eric chuckled lightly, "Yeah, but I doubt I'll ever have kids now."

"That's a shame; I always thought you'd make a great dad."

Calleigh blushed lightly, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she even could finish thinking them. Eric smiled down at her, blushing also. "Thanks...you too."

Before Calleigh could think of a response, Eric stopped walking. Looking back, she noticed him staring ahead. Following his gaze, the Southern CSI lost her smile, her lips slowly slipping into a shocked 'o'.

Pacing forward, a wall of brown shirted officers ran along with white suited medics. Behind them, a limping Ryan Wolfe pushed to keep up. By his side, Horatio Caine jogged lightly, speed restrict by the weight he carried close to his chest,

An unconscious CSI.

Dun Dun Dun Dunnnnnn! So, Natalia is found but has the team's luck run out?

Will Horatio lose another of his CSIs?

Find out next time!

Mel out ;D