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Title: Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd (1/?)
Author: Tansensitmit
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Eric/Ryan
Summery: Ryan loved his brother, he really did, but he was going to kill him if he tried to set him up on a date with one of his co-workers.
A/N: I firmly blame
alligator138. . .because she is wicked. She wrote he had a twin first and it just Would. Not. Go. AWAY. This is my sad attempt to appease the Ryan!Twin penguin. . .which reminds me: why couldn‘t the penguin be one of
shadowfax27’s smutty ones? I can’t write smut worth a flick. =/
Also, if you read the wikis, both from wikipedia.org and the one found through CBS, Ryan apparently as a brother named Tim and a niece somewhere in Miami. Now it doesn’t say if Tim lives in Miami or if Ryan has a sister in which his niece could be from, so I’m totally taking liberties here. Tim’s a fine name but so don’t want to deal with bringing up unintentional Speed references. No mentions of the niece either, though Uncle Ron gets a passing ‘hello’.
Disclaimer: There’s a reason it’s called fan fiction, ya know. That and I can’t write half as well as the show writers can!
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He should have never told his brother about his team. It only led to the other Wolfe sibling wanting details about the people Ryan worked with and that eventually lead to wanting photographic evidence that half of what he was telling Kyle was one hundred percent true. Not that Kyle didn’t believe what Ryan was telling him about what he did or anything; he was having a hard time believing the descriptions of the people on Ryan’s team. He’d always managed to leave out details or wouldn’t give any to begin with because really, what was there to really say about them other than they were his somewhat friends and brilliant CSIs?
Well Kyle wouldn’t stand for it and had badgered him for two weeks solid for visual proof these people actually had faces. He’d worn him down with repeated begging and eventually childish threats that Ryan knew better than to brush aside; his brother had a mean streak a mile wide and it seemed nothing was below him when it came to getting Ryan to do what he wanted. Ryan still remembered the summer when he’d been purple for three days. He so did not want a repeat of that embarrassment and immediately complied with the request for pictures.
It had taken a week to get them all, the pictures, because there was no way in hell Ryan was going to come straight out and ask any of his team to pose. Ryan might have had to tell them why he wanted them! Oh hell no. He preferred to do the slightly stalkerish thing and take quick snapshots while they were at a scene. Except with Alexx, he actually asked her. He didn’t exactly tell her why he wanted it but he didn’t lie either. He did want a picture of her to show off his Uncle Ron but he didn’t tell her it was actually going to end up in a bundle headed towards Boston where his brother Kyle resided.
And that was a mistake.
Two weeks later and he had a grinning idiot at his door with a bag in his hand, that looked an awful lot like he use to when he was in patrol. Kyle had decided - without so much as a phone call or email - that he was taking time off from the firm and visiting his little brother for a week. Ryan suspected that Kyle knew Ryan would refuse to take him in on such short notice if he called ahead or, really, made any mention he was coming to Miami. Ryan loved his brother and Kyle lived to make his brother’s life unbearable.
It took an hour before Ryan moved out of the doorway and actually let Kyle inside. An hour after that he nearly tossed his brother out the same door when he found out just why Kyle decided to pay him a visit. Apparently the lawyer thought the CSI needed some help with his love life and figured that he’d be the great big brother that he was and give Ryan a hand in that department. Kyle - in his own opinion - was better with the sexes than his brother.
“Baby brother you can’t honestly tell me that you’re happy sitting in your little condo, cleaning on your days off!” Kyle nearly shouted in exasperation as he watched Ryan tug back on those ugly yellow gloves and went back to the suds bucket sitting on the kitchen floor.
Ryan ignored him long enough to sink back on his hands and knees and get back to scrubbing at the stubborn grim his O.C.D addled brain told him was there. He knew that there wasn’t really anything there to get so worked up about but it’d been three days since he mopped - there was no getting around it.
“Look, I don’t do this every time I get a day off but I’ve been slacking lately because the caseloads have been doubled.” The CSI groused, scrubbing at a patch of tile. “It seems like murder is starting to become fashionable now that the weather’s evening out after last week’s storm front.”
Brown-flecked eyes rolled in their sockets at the answer. “Who the hell are you trying to kid, kiddo? This is your Big brother you’re trying to lie to.”
The sponge bled suds and dirty water back onto the floor as Ryan squeezed it in frustration. He immediately mopped up the small liquid then deposited the sponge into the bucket as he sat back on his calves. He tossed an annoyed look over his shoulder at the man standing in the archway. “Will you stop with this ‘Big Brother’ crap! You’re a five minutes older than me.”
“Yeah, that’s five whole minutes of seniority squirt.”
Ryan bit back a growl and turned away from his brother. It took a minute to collect himself but soon Ryan pushed himself up from the floor and stretched into a standing position. He bent down to grab the bucket of soiled water and headed towards the sink to pour the water down the drain. He’d have to bleach the sink next but Ryan was prepared; there was a bottle of bleach sitting on the counter along with a white rag for just the occasion.
“Kyle we’re exactly alike, which means we’re the same height. And lets not forget that I can kick your ass.” It wasn’t really a threat but it was there anyways.
The Boston-based brother shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest, clearly not perturbed by the idle threat. Though he did shift himself into a better position, just in case. “Makes little difference. I’m older so therefore I can use sibling pet names however I see fit.”
“Need I remind you that I’m a trained Crime Scene Investigator? I won’t leave clues when I kill you and dispose of the body.” The bucket found its way back into the pantry closet, clean and dried, and the scent of bleach wafted around the room as Ryan set about cleaning the sink.
Kyle snorted and turned towards the living room to find a place to sit. He called back over his shoulder, “You wouldn’t kill me, bro. The bloodstains would drive you insane.”
The younger brother gripped at the sink a moment and smiled. Kyle was right, of course, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t smack his big brother upside the head for being an idiot. Ryan finished his cleaning, tossed the rag into the hamper just inside the laundry room, washed his hands, then headed out of the kitchen to join his brother in the living room. He took a seat on the opposite side of the couch and pushed Kyle’s feet off the cushions.
“No feet on the couch unless you’re laying down. And no, you can’t lay down when I’m sitting here so don’t even thinking about it.” Ryan shifted just enough to sit cattycornered so he could face his visitor. “And HELL NO I don’t want your help finding me a date. I do just fine on my own, thank you very much.”
“Please, Ry. You’re hopeless and helpless in love.” Kyle shot back, amused. “When was the last time you had someone stay the night with you? In the same bed? Hell, when was your last relationship period?!” He waited only a couple of seconds to continue, effectively not giving his brother a chance to actually answer. Kyle knew the answer anyways since he’d pried that kind of information out of Ryan the last time they were on the phone and he seriously doubted that his baby brother had fallen into bed with anyone after that Sikes bitch did a number on Ryan.
“Look, we’re twins so that means we’ve got that whole freaky bond-thing going on between us so we end up knowing things about each other that no one else on Earth could possible know and understand. And it only gets stronger when we’re close by.” Kyle started off quieter than he had been previously and kept his voice steady. He pulled a hand through his shaggy hair and stared at his brother on the other end of the couch out the corner of his eye; he hadn‘t turned on the couch like Ryan had. “I can feel how lonely you are, Ry.”
He watched his brother’s stoic expression turn a little sad and seen Ryan’s lips dip at the corners into a frown. “Your life revolves around your work which means you’ve got no social life outside of it. Okay, so maybe you’ve got a few buddies in Patrol that you sometimes hang out with but that doesn’t count.” Kyle paused. “Okay, so Jessop counts but none of the other chuckleheads.” He brunette shook his head and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Erika was a bitch and ruined you something good but that doesn’t mean everyone’s like that. You deserve a little happiness, bro.”
Kyle straightened and finally turned on the couch to face his brother with a smile that was slowly turning into a leer. “And if not that, then at least a mind blowing one night stand or three.”
The cushion to the face was worth it because Ryan smiled.
Author: Tansensitmit
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Eric/Ryan
Summery: Ryan loved his brother, he really did, but he was going to kill him if he tried to set him up on a date with one of his co-workers.
A/N: I firmly blame
alligator138. . .because she is wicked. She wrote he had a twin first and it just Would. Not. Go. AWAY. This is my sad attempt to appease the Ryan!Twin penguin. . .which reminds me: why couldn‘t the penguin be one of
shadowfax27’s smutty ones? I can’t write smut worth a flick. =/
Also, if you read the wikis, both from wikipedia.org and the one found through CBS, Ryan apparently as a brother named Tim and a niece somewhere in Miami. Now it doesn’t say if Tim lives in Miami or if Ryan has a sister in which his niece could be from, so I’m totally taking liberties here. Tim’s a fine name but so don’t want to deal with bringing up unintentional Speed references. No mentions of the niece either, though Uncle Ron gets a passing ‘hello’.
Disclaimer: There’s a reason it’s called fan fiction, ya know. That and I can’t write half as well as the show writers can!
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He should have never told his brother about his team. It only led to the other Wolfe sibling wanting details about the people Ryan worked with and that eventually lead to wanting photographic evidence that half of what he was telling Kyle was one hundred percent true. Not that Kyle didn’t believe what Ryan was telling him about what he did or anything; he was having a hard time believing the descriptions of the people on Ryan’s team. He’d always managed to leave out details or wouldn’t give any to begin with because really, what was there to really say about them other than they were his somewhat friends and brilliant CSIs?
Well Kyle wouldn’t stand for it and had badgered him for two weeks solid for visual proof these people actually had faces. He’d worn him down with repeated begging and eventually childish threats that Ryan knew better than to brush aside; his brother had a mean streak a mile wide and it seemed nothing was below him when it came to getting Ryan to do what he wanted. Ryan still remembered the summer when he’d been purple for three days. He so did not want a repeat of that embarrassment and immediately complied with the request for pictures.
It had taken a week to get them all, the pictures, because there was no way in hell Ryan was going to come straight out and ask any of his team to pose. Ryan might have had to tell them why he wanted them! Oh hell no. He preferred to do the slightly stalkerish thing and take quick snapshots while they were at a scene. Except with Alexx, he actually asked her. He didn’t exactly tell her why he wanted it but he didn’t lie either. He did want a picture of her to show off his Uncle Ron but he didn’t tell her it was actually going to end up in a bundle headed towards Boston where his brother Kyle resided.
And that was a mistake.
Two weeks later and he had a grinning idiot at his door with a bag in his hand, that looked an awful lot like he use to when he was in patrol. Kyle had decided - without so much as a phone call or email - that he was taking time off from the firm and visiting his little brother for a week. Ryan suspected that Kyle knew Ryan would refuse to take him in on such short notice if he called ahead or, really, made any mention he was coming to Miami. Ryan loved his brother and Kyle lived to make his brother’s life unbearable.
It took an hour before Ryan moved out of the doorway and actually let Kyle inside. An hour after that he nearly tossed his brother out the same door when he found out just why Kyle decided to pay him a visit. Apparently the lawyer thought the CSI needed some help with his love life and figured that he’d be the great big brother that he was and give Ryan a hand in that department. Kyle - in his own opinion - was better with the sexes than his brother.
“Baby brother you can’t honestly tell me that you’re happy sitting in your little condo, cleaning on your days off!” Kyle nearly shouted in exasperation as he watched Ryan tug back on those ugly yellow gloves and went back to the suds bucket sitting on the kitchen floor.
Ryan ignored him long enough to sink back on his hands and knees and get back to scrubbing at the stubborn grim his O.C.D addled brain told him was there. He knew that there wasn’t really anything there to get so worked up about but it’d been three days since he mopped - there was no getting around it.
“Look, I don’t do this every time I get a day off but I’ve been slacking lately because the caseloads have been doubled.” The CSI groused, scrubbing at a patch of tile. “It seems like murder is starting to become fashionable now that the weather’s evening out after last week’s storm front.”
Brown-flecked eyes rolled in their sockets at the answer. “Who the hell are you trying to kid, kiddo? This is your Big brother you’re trying to lie to.”
The sponge bled suds and dirty water back onto the floor as Ryan squeezed it in frustration. He immediately mopped up the small liquid then deposited the sponge into the bucket as he sat back on his calves. He tossed an annoyed look over his shoulder at the man standing in the archway. “Will you stop with this ‘Big Brother’ crap! You’re a five minutes older than me.”
“Yeah, that’s five whole minutes of seniority squirt.”
Ryan bit back a growl and turned away from his brother. It took a minute to collect himself but soon Ryan pushed himself up from the floor and stretched into a standing position. He bent down to grab the bucket of soiled water and headed towards the sink to pour the water down the drain. He’d have to bleach the sink next but Ryan was prepared; there was a bottle of bleach sitting on the counter along with a white rag for just the occasion.
“Kyle we’re exactly alike, which means we’re the same height. And lets not forget that I can kick your ass.” It wasn’t really a threat but it was there anyways.
The Boston-based brother shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest, clearly not perturbed by the idle threat. Though he did shift himself into a better position, just in case. “Makes little difference. I’m older so therefore I can use sibling pet names however I see fit.”
“Need I remind you that I’m a trained Crime Scene Investigator? I won’t leave clues when I kill you and dispose of the body.” The bucket found its way back into the pantry closet, clean and dried, and the scent of bleach wafted around the room as Ryan set about cleaning the sink.
Kyle snorted and turned towards the living room to find a place to sit. He called back over his shoulder, “You wouldn’t kill me, bro. The bloodstains would drive you insane.”
The younger brother gripped at the sink a moment and smiled. Kyle was right, of course, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t smack his big brother upside the head for being an idiot. Ryan finished his cleaning, tossed the rag into the hamper just inside the laundry room, washed his hands, then headed out of the kitchen to join his brother in the living room. He took a seat on the opposite side of the couch and pushed Kyle’s feet off the cushions.
“No feet on the couch unless you’re laying down. And no, you can’t lay down when I’m sitting here so don’t even thinking about it.” Ryan shifted just enough to sit cattycornered so he could face his visitor. “And HELL NO I don’t want your help finding me a date. I do just fine on my own, thank you very much.”
“Please, Ry. You’re hopeless and helpless in love.” Kyle shot back, amused. “When was the last time you had someone stay the night with you? In the same bed? Hell, when was your last relationship period?!” He waited only a couple of seconds to continue, effectively not giving his brother a chance to actually answer. Kyle knew the answer anyways since he’d pried that kind of information out of Ryan the last time they were on the phone and he seriously doubted that his baby brother had fallen into bed with anyone after that Sikes bitch did a number on Ryan.
“Look, we’re twins so that means we’ve got that whole freaky bond-thing going on between us so we end up knowing things about each other that no one else on Earth could possible know and understand. And it only gets stronger when we’re close by.” Kyle started off quieter than he had been previously and kept his voice steady. He pulled a hand through his shaggy hair and stared at his brother on the other end of the couch out the corner of his eye; he hadn‘t turned on the couch like Ryan had. “I can feel how lonely you are, Ry.”
He watched his brother’s stoic expression turn a little sad and seen Ryan’s lips dip at the corners into a frown. “Your life revolves around your work which means you’ve got no social life outside of it. Okay, so maybe you’ve got a few buddies in Patrol that you sometimes hang out with but that doesn’t count.” Kyle paused. “Okay, so Jessop counts but none of the other chuckleheads.” He brunette shook his head and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Erika was a bitch and ruined you something good but that doesn’t mean everyone’s like that. You deserve a little happiness, bro.”
Kyle straightened and finally turned on the couch to face his brother with a smile that was slowly turning into a leer. “And if not that, then at least a mind blowing one night stand or three.”
The cushion to the face was worth it because Ryan smiled.