Title: Brothers

Author: Hawkeye/Katy

Fandom: CSI:Miami

Rating: FRT

Pairing: None

Disclaimer: I own Caleb and Bucket. I don't own CSI:Miami. Hear that? Me no own. You no sue.

Brothers watched out for each other. It was an unwritten rule. Especially twins. And Ryan and Caleb were no exception.

"What the...?"

Ryan Wolfe stared at the DNA results in his hand. This was impossible. The DNA from the vic came back to a dead man. How the hell does a dead man rape and kill a 14-year-old girl?

"Uh... Valera, are you sure this is...?

"Yes, Ryan, I am sure. I saw it too. So, I ran it again. And again. And again. And again. Five times, Ryan. And every one came back with that."

"Goddamn it! Sorry Valera, I'm not mad at you, I just..."

"I know, now get out of here before H comes along and..."

"Before I come along and what...?"

The DNA tech and the newest CSI, turned to face their superviser, both looking like kids who'd been caught raiding the cookie jar. Ryan winced, threw Valera a quick smile, gathered up his papers and walked back down to the Trace Lab.


"Mm-hmm?" His fellow dark-haired, dark eyed Trace expert mumbled, eyes intent on his work.

"You need to look, man," Ryan said pulling the DNA results from the folder he was carrying. He handed the results over to his friend.

"What the...?"

"That's what I said."

"Is Valera..."


"Did she..."

"Five times."

Speed sighed, running a hand through his dark curls. Dead man's DNA. Great. Wonderful. Peachy. Ah, hell, this was gonna be a long day.

"How do you do that, Ryan?" Eric Delko called to the Trace Analysts, leaning against the doorframe, watching the exchange.

"Do what?" Ryan said, doing his best to look innocent. He knew exactly what Delko was talking about.

"You know, answer Speed's questions before he's even asked them."

"Well, I've been doing this job for a couple of years now, and I always work with Speed, so it's logical that I'd know what questions he'd ask when I give him DNA results like these," Ryan bluffed, hoping the Cuban-Russian CSI would just let it go.

No such luck.

"No way, man, I've been doing this job for nearly seven years now and I still can't ddo that. Horatio, Alexx, Speed and Calleigh have all been doing this job longer than you too, and they can't do it."

"I guess I'm just talented then," Ryan said, throwing Eric a disarming grin and turning back to Speed.

Ryan winced. Now Speed was looking at him suspiciously too. Eric came into the Trace Lab to stand beside him. They both narrowed their eyes at him. Then Eric's eyes widened in shock.

"Mary, Mother of God," breathed Eric, "You're a reader."

"What! No way!"

"Speed, think about it man! All you had to say to him was 'Did she...' and he knew that you wanted to know if she checked the results. You could have been saying 'Did she run the other samples?' for all he knew."

"Holy shit."


Ryan scowled and tried to edge past the two CSI's. When they moved to block his way, he turned and tried to walk out through the other lab, only to come face to face with his boss.

"Wolfe. My office. Now."

'Idiot, idiot, idiot', he mentally cursed himself, running through all the expletives he knew in his head.

Sleeping soundly, Caleb Wolfe, didn't hear about his brother's predicament, until Ryan let out a mental string of the foulest curse words, Caleb had ever heard him use.

Caleb stretched, wincing as the joints in his back cracked and popped. He gave a low whistle, reaching out a hand as he did so til he felt the soft fur of his Labrador, Rabbit. He smiled as Rabbit dropped to his haunches and rolled onto his back in a silent plea to get Caleb to rub his belly. Caleb ran a hand over his Braille watch, feeling for the time. 6:14 am. He made a face. Even when you couldn't see the sunrise, this was an inhumane time to be woken up. But, his brother needed him, so he would help.

Ryan felt the familiar fuzziness in his head, grimaced slightly as everything went double for a few seconds, then smiled, whispering "Thank you" as he followed Horatio down the hallway.

5,000 miles away, on a military base in Uruguay, Caleb sat back, petting Rabbit as he did so, watching the world through his brother's eyes.