Crashed

Chapter 1: Suspect on Location

The sun was hot that morning, and it was only eight O’clock. If it was already approaching 102 degrees at that early, Ryan Wolfe could only imagine what it would be like later in the day, or what it would be like once he was off from work around seven. Walking into work that day with a pair of tan cargo jeans, and a dark forest green polo Ryan darted for the locker room bypassing Calleigh on his way in. Popping the lock off his locker, the CSI frowned when the rusted door refused to open. Balling his fist, he slammed it down on the locker in two places, one in the upper right hand corner, and the other a few inches away from the lock. Ducking quickly, he barely missed the door swinging open. Countless times, he’d been hit in the head by that rusted door. Today wasn’t going to be one of them. Exchanging his keys for the county’s Hummer keys and slipping his standard issue into its holster on his left side, the burnette gently closed the locker up and locked it tight.

Meeting the rest of the team in the confrence room, Ryan moved to the far counter to pour himself what everyone called coffee, but it was really just brown sludge. Forcing the brown liquid down his throat, Ryan cringed and dumped the rest into the sink. All the while, he listened intently to what Calleigh and Eric were talking about. At the point when he walked in, Ryan caught on that the blonde CSI had a new boyfriend, Jake Berkley, or something. Ryan vaguely remembered that name from when he was out on the force as a patrole cop. Apparently, Jake got lucky last night; really lucky last night.

“Good morning, Ryan” Calleigh chirped cheerfully. Ryan cautiously watched her as he took a slow seat next to Eric as he watched the girl run her hand through her long hair. He forced a smile.

“Hey, what’s the matter with you?” Eric asked in a low voice, obsiviously still half asleep himself.

“Nothing, I just didn’t get enough sleep last night. Damn neighbors and their music keep me up all night. This is going on three weeks now, and they refuse to turn it down. So, currently I’m in the market of seeking a new apartment. And—“Ryan quickly shut up as Natalia and Horatio waltzed into the room with three pink sheets. The brunette’s personal life could be put on hold; there was work to be done.

“Calleigh, you have a B and E on the board walk.” Horatio handed her a slip, and she was off. “Eric, you and Ryan have a double homicide at the university’s anatomy lab.” The two nodded and snuck out before Horatio could give Natalia her assignment.

Walking next to Eric, Ryan read over the pink slip wondering what was instore for them at the university. It had been a few years since Ryan was in the anatomy lab, and he knew that there was construction done only last year. Maybe a corpse had fallen from the ceiling, that’d be kind of interesting. “You want to drive?” Ryan asked nonchelontaly. When Eric silently took the front seat when the two were in the garage, Ryan sighed and hopped into the passengers’ seat. Buckling up, the junior CSI adverted his eyes out the window, willing the silence between himself and Eric away.

Lately, Ryan wasn’t sure what to think anymore with the Cuba-Russian. Some days, they would be really good friends, and times like today—where Eric hardly said anything—Ryan had to wonder. Never mind the fact that Ryan had a slight crush on the older man; he was currious about Eric’s mood swings. Maybe he was bipolar? Or maybe he was just like every other girl in the world and just on a PMS spree.

“So you haven’t been sleeping all that much, eh Wolfe?” Ryan jumped slightly at the sound of Eric’s voice. “That must really suck man.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ve talked to my landlord, but he hasn’t done anything yet.” Looking at Eric now, the corners of Ryan’s mouth pulled into a soft smile. “Oh well, I’ve been meaning to get out of that ghetto soon anyways. Maybe this is the nudge I needed.” Shrugging, he shifted his eyes back out the window; not wanting to stare at Eric’s toned body for longer than he had to. Okay, so maybe it was more than a slight crush. Eric laughed lightly.

At the University, Ryan found himself wandering the halls again, feeling just as lost as the first time he wandered these halls. Passing a few patrole cops, Ryan frowned when he saw one bent over a trash can vomiting execessively. It must be pretty brutal, Ryan tought knowing it took a lot for Officer Cambria to throw up.

“Hey Trip, what do we have?” Eric asked as he and Ryan passed under the crime scene tape. Taking a clip board from a rookie patrole cop, Eric and Ryan both signed in.

“Seriously, I wonder why I do this job.” The balding man spoke harshly. “I’m not going back in there, smells too bad. But the dead bodies are in the cadaver tank—“

“—you’re kiddding me!” Ryan exclaimed, astounded that the bodies were in the cadaver tank. Both he and Eric glanced at the Bio-Hazard sticker plastered on the metal door stating that there was framaldahide behind the door, along with other biohazardous chemicals.

“Have fun,” was all he said before ducking back under the tape. Ryan shook his head and pushed his way into the anatomy lab, followed by Eric.

Once inside, both CSI’s froze. The large metal doors, hiding the cadaver tank was open and exposed, displaying two student’s bodies, lab coats and all, floating next to the lab’s cadavers inside the tank. About the lab, blood was staining the white walls red, and pools of diluted blood collected on the tiled floors. The metal door behind the two, opened to reveal Alexx and her gurney.

“Brings back memories,” she stated. “So, who wants to jump in and get them out?”

“You’re kidding me!” Eric exclaimed loudly with a horrified look on his face.

“There’s a pole we can use to get the bodies out, we don’t need to dive in.”

“Hope you don’t mean the one in the tank, baby.” Alexx pointed to the tank, and sure enough, there was the six foot long pole, submerged with the bodies. Eric and Ryan shared another look.

“Maybe one of us could reach in and grab it?” Eric suggested wondering if he was truly saying what he thought he was saying. “Hey, I did the dumpster dive last time.” The elder CSI said with a playful smile on his face. Ryan gave a short laugh before he looked back to the older man and realized he wasn’t kidding. Ryan’s face fell.

Deciding there was no way around getting a new pole to retrieve the bodies, seeing as upon a closer look, both poles were in face submerged. Luckily, one was just resting above one of the corpses near the surface. Or, maybe not so lucky. “Fine, snap a few shots so we can enter and then you have to spot me.” The Cuban nodded and laughed.

“Sorry, Ry, but there is no way I’m sticking my hand in there. I’ll do the next two dumpster dives.” Eric took the Cannon camera from around his coworker’s neck. Snapping a bunch of shots of the undesturbed crime scene, Eric handed the camera to Alexx. “Besides, haven’t you done this already?”

“Just because I’ve taken an anatomy class Eric, doesn’t mean I’ve taken a dip with the other students in the cadaver tank. I’m not that weird.” Ryan said coldly, not really wanting to reach into the tank. The smell alone was already eating away at his stomach, wanting to activate his gag reflex. “Here, help me move this.”

Moving one of the ladders closer to the tank with Eric’s help, Ryan moved to stand next to his friend. “Are you sure we have to do this?” Eric gave Ryan a stern look, rebuffing any chances of Ryan getting out of sticking his hand in the tank to retrieve the pole. “Fine, just spot me, alright?” Clambering up the ladder as slowly as possible, Ryan jumped slighting when he felt Eric’s arms latch onto his thighs. Shit…

Swallowing back harshly, Ryan reached for the metal latches and twisted. Flinching when the pressure was released, and a loud hissing sound could be heard, he slid the glass top over and accidently took a breath. “Oh God…” Scrunching his face, he clenched his jaw, attempting to hold his gag reflex at bay.

“Damn that shit stinks.” Steading his hand, ready to dip hid fingers into the tank Ryan pulled his hand back sharply and leaned back slightly.

“What are you doing, trying to break my back?”

Grasping the hem of his polo, Ryan quickly ridded his torso of his shirt and handed it to a nearby medical assistant. “last pay check wasn’t spent on essensuals, but saved for that new apartment. I can’t afford to buy a new shirt.” Leaning forward again, Ryan shivvered when his bare skin touched the glass.

Eric noodded, unable to speak as he quickly remembered why Ryan’s body made him numb. The CSI may have been a rookie, but he was once a cop, and most younger cops have that chizled body. Eric had to use time after work to make his body look the way it does, but Ryan was ultimately paid for looking like a swim suit model. No one at the lab knew yet, but he and Ryan weren’t just friends, but friends with benefits. It would be four months ago today that Eric first fucked Ryan, and almost every-other-night during the week, Ryan would be in some form or another sprawled out on Eric’s sheets, eyes rolled back in his head, toes curled, hands pawing at what ever they could grasp, and crying out in utter pleasure as Eric would thrust deeply into Ryan’s body.

Secretly, Eric liked to take Ryan from behind because of the small dove tattoo he sported on his shoulder. When the brunette’s skin would flex over his shoulder blade, it made the birds wings flap. Not sure why, but Eric found it to be poetic, and when Ryan was willing he’d take the brunette on all fours and watch the bird flap its wings.

Burring his face into Ryan’s side, Eric tentatively brushed his lips over the cool skin. The Cuban smiled widely when the younger man paused on his way to retrieve the blasted pole. Looking up, Eric carefully watched as the younger pulled the glass back once again and quickly held his breath to hold his gag reflex.

“Here goes nothing,” Ryan said quickly as he plunged his hand into the freezing chemical concocktion. Turning his head away, pressing his arm farther into the tank, Ryan gasped suddenly when his hand wound around long strands of hair. Taking deep breaths Ryan pulled his hand free and went to searching for the pole once again.

“Baby, a little farther down and to your right.” Alexx said as she stood back while her team readied themselves to take the pole from Ryan.

Grunting in distaste, Ryan Stretched his arm to its fullest extent. Still unable to reach the pole, the brunette submerged his shoulder within the framaldahide and even a portion of his torso. Coughing, Ryan began to feel his body quake under the stretching strain. Dragging his hand in a slow circular pattern the rookie felt a brush on metal pass his fingers. Intstantly grasping the pole, Ryan released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holing in and slowly pulled the pole up. Handing the handle to one of Alexx’s assistances, Ryan leaned into Eric’s touch while he clambered down from the ladder. Subtly, Eric placed his giant paw on Ryan’s hip, steading the dazed CSI.

“Good job, Ry—“

“—congradulate him later, Eric.” Alexx snapped as she grasped Ryan’s wrist and drug him out of the lab, towards the biohazard showers. Leaving him with firm instructuions to wash himself throughly with the chemical wash, Ryan took to meticulosly scrubbing the submerged parts of his body.

Reality slowly crept up with him, reminding that he just had his arm in a tank of dead bodies, making Ryan feel faint. Grasping the shower wall, Ryan drew in a ragged breath holding back his gag reflex. Fervently scrubbing at his skin once again, Ryan jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. Glancing to see Eric, he relaxed into the comforting arm that encircled his waist.

“Easy there,” Eric said softly. Moving Ryan’s hands away from his raw, red skin Eric took to smoothing his hands over the olive colored skin. Feeling the chemical wash gush between his fingers, Eric made a circular pattern with his hands and completely freed Ryan of the nasty cadaver water before he too started to wash himself.

Turning the showers off when both CSI’s were clean, Ryan turned to Eric and glared at him. “You owe me BIG time.” A sly smirk crept over his face, and Eric was contiplating the many ways he could deliver his punishment upon the younger brunette.

CSI: Miami

It had been nearly two hours after both CSI’s had showered off but both of them still found themselves processing the scene before them. What turned out to be initially a double homocide eventually gravitated to a mass homicide which called for Horatio Caine to call in the rest of his team from their other cases. Two bodies tunred into four, then four bodies multiplyed to eight.

Outside the University’s lab, New’s crews were casting the best stories of their lives. Nothing this exciting had happened since the last drug raid a few weeks before when police had unearthed an underground mailorder bride-kidnapping scandale. But what grossed Ryan Wolfe out the most was the fact that the citizens of Miami—even people in general—were drawn to the horrors of other people’s lives.

Kneeling down again, snapping a few more photos around the last body recovered Ryan’s keen eyes instantly noticed a small blood trail leading away from the crime scene—also away from the University into a small woodeded area—known for students to hide in for a quickie before class. Kneeling before the brush of vines and debris Ryan reached forward with a gloved hand to lift a 9. mm from inside a bush. Standing, a searing pain erupted in his side forcing him to double over.

The 9. mm clattered to the ground noisily, causing one of the rounds inside the chamber to discharge into one of the nearby trees. Reaching for his radio, Ryan spoke hastilly into the reciever, voice wavering due to the blood steadilly seeping through his fingers. "This is CSI, of the Miami Dade PD, Ryan Wolfe." He rambled his condition before he cried out harder in pain. "I'm at Miami Dade University of the Lab’s south enterance." With his left hand, Ryan desperatly held off his bleeding, trying desperatly to stop the bleeding. Looking up, Ryan saw the outline of his attacker and the gun that he guessed what used to sedate him. "Suspect on location!" He cried out into the reciver before everything went black.

Kira: Okay, I know everyone has long forgotten about this story, and truthfuly I sorta have. I know, bad Kira, bad. But can you really blame me? I’m not able to update every other day like I used to guys, so I’ll try my best to finsih these up. Anyways, I know this is sad to say, but once I start college in the upcoming fall, I may just end up leaving fanfiction all together… It’s not like I want to, but I’m going to be double majoring and double minoring. But, we’ll see when we cross that bridge. Here’s the revamped chapter one, ENJOY! Read and Review!

--Dark Angel Kira--