The last gunshot still rang in Calleigh's ears. That was the third shot she had heard. All she could think about was getting Ryan out alive, but her hope was diminishing quickly. She knew that he had already lost a lot of blood. She clung to Eric hoping that he would make it out alive.
Eric was just as worried as Calleigh, but he had to mask it so he could comfort Calleigh. Over the past few months, Eric had really started to bond with Ryan. The thought of losing him, really made him sad. He masked his worry but Calleigh could see it in his eyes. They both stared blankly at the building in front of them. Horatio's yelling brought them back to reality.
"3…2….1…GO!" The SWAT team burst through the front door. As they searched for Ivan; Calleigh, Eric, and Horatio waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open. Calleigh gasped. Ryan lay face down, a large pool of blood surrounding him. Horatio called for a paramedic. Calleigh dropped to her knees next to Ryan, ignoring the fact that she had white pants on. She felt for a pulse and was surprised and relieved that she found one, it was weak but it was a pulse. Calleigh was reluctant to move from Ryan's side. Shot were fired upstairs. Then SWAT announced, over the ear pieces;
"Target down." Calleigh sighed. This was finally over Ivan was dead. The paramedics were yelling things at each other and ran out the front doors with Ryan on a gurney. Calleigh and Eric watched in silence as the ambulance sped away. With her eyes still watching Calleigh asked Eric;
"Do you think he's going to make it?" Her voice was coated with sadness.
"He's strong. He'll make it." Eric response was firm and Calleigh tried to believe it. Horatio walked up next to them.
"We can wrap up here. Why don't you two go down to the hospital. I'll be there shortly." Eric nodded and led Calleigh to a waiting Hummer. When they arrived at the hospital, they were sent to the waiting room. Horatio arrived before there was any news on Ryan's condition. Eric paced and Calleigh couldn't stop watching the clock. Horatio walked around, trying to find any information he could. After four hours, there was still no news. The sun was disappearing behind the horizon and the CSI team was tired of waiting. As if their prayers were answered, a doctor emerged from the double doors.
"Ryan Wolfe." All three stepped forward. "Mr. Wolfe is stable. The surgery took longer than expected, because one bullet broke into many pieces. We were able to extract all the pieces. As of right now he will make a full recovery."
"Thank you doctor." The doctor led the three CSIs to Ryan's room. Calleigh entered first. Ryan looked so tiny on the bed. He had many machines hooked up to him, each one monitoring something. His eyes were closed and he looked so pale. Calleigh sat in a chair next to his bed and reached a hand out to his. Ryan flinched from her touch and his eyes flew open. All panic disappeared when he saw his team. He gladly let Calleigh hold his hand. He was so tired but he forced his eyes to stay open.
"W…where's Ivan?"
"Dead." Horatio stepped into Ryan's view. "He won't be bothering us anymore."
"Sleep. You need it. You look like crap."
"Thanks Eric. I'd like to see you get shot three times and not look like crap."
"I think I'll pass." Ryan chuckled.
"Ow. Don't make me laugh. It hurts too much." His eyes began to droop. Horatio and Eric said goodbye and left. Calleigh waited until Ryan was asleep before she left.
"Sweat dreams Ryan."
THE END