[CSI Miami] Victim of the game
Title: Victim of the game
Rating: G
Genre: Character study, Song!fic
Characters: Ryan Wolfe
Spoilers: 7x01 Resurrection
Warnings: None beyond what's in the episode
Summary: Paying back the debt came with another burden for Ryan. The title is from a song called "Victim of the game" by Garth Brooks which I used for this song!fic.
All characters are property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Jerry Bruckheimer and whoever else and sadly not mine. I just play with them a little and then return them to their owners. I also don't own the lyrics to the song. Special thanks to my dear friend Sarah (1983Sarah) for all her help and encouragement and being a great beta. Thanks to everyone who read and/or reviewed one of my others stories.
Ryan sat on a log out at the beach; the same place he’s been to a lot of times in the past, and watched as the sun went down, bathing the city in its orange light.
He thought about the day that would soon end. Their plan had thankfully succeeded and he was glad that it was over.
That Horatio had chosen him to pull it off was a privilege. He knew that.
And it hadn’t been the first time. Back when there had been a mole in the lab, Horatio had approached him. His superior had promised that it wouldn’t fall on him.
But in a way it had. Cause it had been Ryan who had had to lie to the people he considered to be family in order to set a trap for the mole. And he had been on the receiving end of their anger when they had found out about it. He’d had to re-earn their trust afterwards.
Well, it took a little time
But I guess you finally learned
That promises get broken
And bridges do get burned
You've been sifting through the ashes
Just trying to find a flame
Holding on to nothing
You're a victim of the game
That had been the last straw, the point where Ryan had started to gamble. He had wanted to have control over something when he’d lost control over everything else in his life.
But there was no control with gambling and before he knew it, he hadn’t been able to stop anymore. In the end it had cost him his job.
You were standing way too close
To see it all fall apart
And there were things you couldn't hear
Cause you were listening with your heart
But you can't say I didn't warn you
Now there's no one else to blame
There's no one quite as blind
As a victim of the game
He had never thought something like that would happen to him. All he ever wanted was to be a cop, and later a CSI.
He simply wanted to be accepted and respected for what he did. Maybe he had cared too much for that.
And it don't matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you need's a heart
To be a victim of the game
Soon he had started to display the typical behavior of an addict. He had lied about his addiction, though everyone had seemed to know it, despite his efforts.
And he had denied it to himself. He just didn’t have a problem with gambling was what he had told himself over and over.
You know it's really getting to you
When you take to telling lies
And you can try to fool your friends
But you can't look 'em in the eye
There ain't no standing tall
In the shadow of the shame
When everybody knows
That you're a victim of the game
Then it had come out. He had tried to protect the lab and had paid back his debt. But this action had been what had cost him the job in the end.
Why had he thought that it wouldn’t come out sooner or later? He was just a regular addict after all.
And it don't matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you need's a heart
To be a victim of the game
Horatio had pulled the strings for him to get rehired. Like he had told his boss, he would never forget that.
And he hadn’t.
That’s why he had shouldered the burden of just another one of Horatio’s “secret operations”. He had owed it to his superior.
And again he had been shouted at, had even been attacked by Eric. For which he never got an apology.
Deep down, that had hurt a lot.
Oh, you know, when I look into your eyes
I can really feel the pain
Staring in the mirror
At a victim of the game
He had risked a lot for Horatio. The whole thing had alienated him even further from the rest of the team.
He had thought about giving up countless times.
But he couldn’t.
This job was his life, his destiny, all he ever wanted to be. Like Horatio had said, it was in his blood.
So here he sat, thinking everything over, only to realize, that in the end, he had always been a victim.
A victim of the game.
The game that other people played.
Rating: G
Genre: Character study, Song!fic
Characters: Ryan Wolfe
Spoilers: 7x01 Resurrection
Warnings: None beyond what's in the episode
Summary: Paying back the debt came with another burden for Ryan. The title is from a song called "Victim of the game" by Garth Brooks which I used for this song!fic.
All characters are property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Jerry Bruckheimer and whoever else and sadly not mine. I just play with them a little and then return them to their owners. I also don't own the lyrics to the song. Special thanks to my dear friend Sarah (1983Sarah) for all her help and encouragement and being a great beta. Thanks to everyone who read and/or reviewed one of my others stories.
Ryan sat on a log out at the beach; the same place he’s been to a lot of times in the past, and watched as the sun went down, bathing the city in its orange light.
He thought about the day that would soon end. Their plan had thankfully succeeded and he was glad that it was over.
That Horatio had chosen him to pull it off was a privilege. He knew that.
And it hadn’t been the first time. Back when there had been a mole in the lab, Horatio had approached him. His superior had promised that it wouldn’t fall on him.
But in a way it had. Cause it had been Ryan who had had to lie to the people he considered to be family in order to set a trap for the mole. And he had been on the receiving end of their anger when they had found out about it. He’d had to re-earn their trust afterwards.
Well, it took a little time
But I guess you finally learned
That promises get broken
And bridges do get burned
You've been sifting through the ashes
Just trying to find a flame
Holding on to nothing
You're a victim of the game
That had been the last straw, the point where Ryan had started to gamble. He had wanted to have control over something when he’d lost control over everything else in his life.
But there was no control with gambling and before he knew it, he hadn’t been able to stop anymore. In the end it had cost him his job.
You were standing way too close
To see it all fall apart
And there were things you couldn't hear
Cause you were listening with your heart
But you can't say I didn't warn you
Now there's no one else to blame
There's no one quite as blind
As a victim of the game
He had never thought something like that would happen to him. All he ever wanted was to be a cop, and later a CSI.
He simply wanted to be accepted and respected for what he did. Maybe he had cared too much for that.
And it don't matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you need's a heart
To be a victim of the game
Soon he had started to display the typical behavior of an addict. He had lied about his addiction, though everyone had seemed to know it, despite his efforts.
And he had denied it to himself. He just didn’t have a problem with gambling was what he had told himself over and over.
You know it's really getting to you
When you take to telling lies
And you can try to fool your friends
But you can't look 'em in the eye
There ain't no standing tall
In the shadow of the shame
When everybody knows
That you're a victim of the game
Then it had come out. He had tried to protect the lab and had paid back his debt. But this action had been what had cost him the job in the end.
Why had he thought that it wouldn’t come out sooner or later? He was just a regular addict after all.
And it don't matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you need's a heart
To be a victim of the game
Horatio had pulled the strings for him to get rehired. Like he had told his boss, he would never forget that.
And he hadn’t.
That’s why he had shouldered the burden of just another one of Horatio’s “secret operations”. He had owed it to his superior.
And again he had been shouted at, had even been attacked by Eric. For which he never got an apology.
Deep down, that had hurt a lot.
Oh, you know, when I look into your eyes
I can really feel the pain
Staring in the mirror
At a victim of the game
He had risked a lot for Horatio. The whole thing had alienated him even further from the rest of the team.
He had thought about giving up countless times.
But he couldn’t.
This job was his life, his destiny, all he ever wanted to be. Like Horatio had said, it was in his blood.
So here he sat, thinking everything over, only to realize, that in the end, he had always been a victim.
A victim of the game.
The game that other people played.