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:

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.

The wall of officers had split in two like the red sea, Ryan and Horatio running down the centre. Horatio carried Natalia; the Miami sun casting a heavenly glow around the Lieutenant. The angel of death's face contained steel determination as he ran to the ambulance.

Having rescued both CSIs from the rubble, Horatio was determent; he helped his two officers returned from the grave, now he just had to bring them home.

Medical staff already had another gurney out, three steady medics waiting to spring into work. The second Horatio placed her on the bed; the medical team began to work on Natalia.

"Pulse is weak...yet rapid!" Gulping fearfully, the medic placed a hand over the unconscious CSI's forehead. "Clammy skin...cold..." The three paramedics looked at each other, knowing what those simple signs meant.

"My god, she's going into shock!"

Hearing the medics, Horatio quickly took off his dust covered coat and held it out. It was snatched away immediately; one medic quickly covered the shivering CSI.

Ryan limped forward, pushing two breathless officers out of his way. Noticing the injured CSI's actions, Eric stepped in front of him, pushing against his blood soaked chest back to Ryan's original gurney.

Ryan immediately protested.

"Wolfe, just let them work, okay?" Breathing heavily, Ryan allowed Eric to sit him on the medical bed, both men watching the medics working on Natalia. Grey and black froze over, the CSIs' gazes cold as they earnestly waited for a positive sign.

Or a negative...but they hoped for the former.

Ryan fought his drooping eyes, clamping his hands on the side of the gurney for support. As though weights were tied to his eyelashes, they closed against his will. The weights continued to pull Ryan down, almost into the darkness of slumber.

Feeling himself slump against Eric's shoulder, the CSI heard one last word before going completely under.

"Stabilising!"

Lying back against the soft white bed, Ryan Wolfe relaxed into the medical gurney. Having only opened his eyes, the CSI fought against his drooping eyelids again. Looking around him, Ryan drank in the sights of his two smiling friends.

Looking past Eric and Calleigh, the last of Ryan's anxiety melted in the warm chocolate eyes looking back.

Natalia smiled lightly to him, a great effort made by the drained CSI. Looking down, she noticed Ryan's arm lying limply off of the gurney. Ignoring the protests from her pained muscles and bones, she stretched her own arm out, fingertips lightly brushing his.

With an internal push, Ryan slowly took her hand, the two CSIs smiling silently at each other.

Watching the scene with a wide smile, Calleigh Duquesne sensed a presence by her side. Glancing up, she smiled wider at Eric. He returned the smile, a contagious aura of joy spreading throughout the scene at the rescue of the missing CSIs.

Smile faltering, the Southern CSI remembered the tension and fear she had felt moments ago, shaking it off, Calleigh focused on the present; The contagious happiness taken hold of her again.

Standing only a few feet behind, Horatio watched his smiling team with a glowing expression.

Though wishing to join in the silent celebrations, the Lieutenant knew he had another duty to fulfil first. Quietly walking away from buzzing group, Horatio walked to a lone ambulance parked further down the road.

"How are you doing Blake?"

The young officer smiled lightly, shrugging as he looked at the annoying IV sticking out of his wrist. "I'm good; the Mrs always loved the manly scars." Horatio chuckled along with Blake, glad to see he was awake and well.

"Officer Blake...the lab has needed a new Junior Liaison for quite some time."

Thinking for a second, Blake had a feeling where the Lieutenant was steering the conversation. "Yeah, I heard Jessop was the last one right?" A flash of remorse struck in Horatio's eyes, in a second it was gone.

"Indeed, he was a brave officer...just like you. What do you say?"

Blake smiled, dipping his head bashfully. "Thank you Lieutenant...I'd like that." Appearing out of the back of the ambulance, two paramedics placed themselves on either side of Blake's medical bed.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant but we have to go."

Horatio nodded in understanding, allowing them to take Blake into the ambulance. Just before the doors shut, Horatio caught the young officer's eye.

"I'll see you soon, son."

Watching the flashing lights disappear into the distance, Horatio turned to stand alone, looking back at the action surrounding his CSIs.

Amused, the Lieutenant noticed the annoyed look on many medics trying to work around Ryan and Natalia's interlocked hands. Though a few tried to push through and break the connection, they were blocked by the pair.

The two CSIs made it clear; they weren't leaving each other's side.

Turning around, looking at the Miami sun, a weight was lifted off the Lieutenant's constantly burdened shoulders. Staring at the city he protected so dearly, Horatio smiled, a thought lightening his features.

The avenging angel had save his people.

Ba-da-daaaaa! The end is near my friends, I hope this story has being as pleasent to read as it has been to write.

I guess I should leave all the sappy speeches till the end huh?

Oh well...theres still plently of more to come!

Mel out ;D