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Title: Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd (5/?)
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 never realized how hard it is for me to write a panic attack. I've experienced them and I just can not explain the absolute terror that washes over me as my mind races ninety-to-nothing. *shakes head* Oh well, at least the dinner was good. . .
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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Alexx had ruled both the dead bodies found at the construction site to have died from exsanguinations; both had been stabbed multiple times in the upper chest, head, and back with several defensive wounds on the hands and arms. She also indicated that they may have been attacked from behind because of the depth and angle of the wounds on the back as well as some of the odd wound tracks on both victims’ arms. It went a long way in helping the investigators understand their victims’ last moments but beyond that the corpses yielded little more information.
Most of the trace collected from either body came back as dirt consistent with where they’d been found and plastic slivers that matched the plastic hanging up all around the construction site. The biological samples, however, gave them a DNA profile of what they suspected to be their killer. Though it was morbid and sickening to think about, each CSI counted themselves lucky that the murderer had left something inside the victims’ for them to find. With over five million profiles to search, CODIS was still out to lunch on their profile and probably wouldn’t have results, if any, for awhile.
This left the three CSI little to do after they spent most of their work day pouring over ever piece of physical evidence found on, near, and around the bodies - their clothes proved almost useless as they had appeared to have been laundered before the victims were redressed after their murders. The killer had spent a great deal of time on each victim, doing everything possible to destroy evidence. Clothes washed, bodies appearing to have been cleansed, and hair shampooed and combed - they, basically, had nothing but a whole lot of dead ends until CODIS, if possible, came back with a match to their DNA evidence because everything else was inconclusive.
It wasn’t their only case, no, but with three B&Es, a mid-day bar fight, a kidnapping - which turned out to be a prank gone sideways - and one more Dee-Bee, Calleigh, Ryan, and Eric seemed to be stretched to their limits. Valera and Natalia did their best to help talk some of the load off their shoulders but it was a hefty caseload no matter how many CSIs and tech banded together to work through it all. Horatio, for his part, was right beside them throughout it all, helping each investigator, each tech, with what he could while keeping himself just free enough to work on the cases he’d drawn. To say that it was one hellacious day would have been an assault worthy offense.
By the time any of them had any time to breathe it was time to clock out. The cases had hit them hard and pushed them to work just as hard in order to try and solve them. It wore them down little by little until they were exhausted and almost dragging their feet across the floor. None of them opted for overtime; they were all beat. Though Horatio did manage to stay longer than the rest, watching his people drag their weary bodies from the various labs, morgue, or interrogation rooms, he filed out not too long afterwards, headed for home and hopefully rest.
Rest was what Ryan would have loved to do. He wanted nothing more than to shed his clothes when he got home, take a long, hot shower, then crawl into bed and sleep for ten straight. However, Ryan knew better than to think that was what he was going to be able to do or get. Alexx had just as bad a day as he had plus she had a family to take care of when she returned home, but she’d be at dinner and be expecting both his brother and him to be there, at the restaurant, waiting. He didn’t have the luxury of asking for a rain-check either. Knowing his brother and his Mother like he did, they’d already planned to drag him screaming from his apartment anyways. He’d just have to suck it up and go with it.
‘It’s just an hour or two. It won’t be that bad.’ He thought to himself during the drive to his place, almost smiling wistfully. But that was a fantasy and he knew it. ‘Yeah right. I’ll be lucky if I make it out alive.’
Ryan would have thought more on the subject of his impeding doom and perhaps might have formed an opinion on just how much he really didn’t like the idea of dying at such a young age, but as it was his brother hadn’t let him get a moment’s peace since the first thought formed - the cell phone had been ringing off the hook since twenty minutes after the CSI’s shift ended. The youngest Wolfe would have made a comment about how annoying Kyle was being if the man had let him get a word or two in edgewise but lawyer was doing his level best to keep Ryan’s brain overloaded by chatter and thus not leaving him the mental facilities to combat the verbal barrage of nonsense until it was to late and Ryan was home and being push, pulled, and propelled towards the nice little Italian place that Alexx liked. The assault didn’t stop until Ryan was firmly sandwiched between the Corner and the Lawyer; or as Ryan like to call them: Meddler One and Meddler Two, respectively.
Alexx, ignoring her Eggplant Parmesan, moved a hand to Ryan’s face and cupped his chin, gently directing his head from side to side before stilling so she could look directly into the young man’s eyes - she didn’t release his chin. “You look like death warmed over, baby.”
Ryan tried to laugh but the sound that escaped his throat was a strangled affair that sent both his brother and Alexx to worrying. He lifted his chin from his mother’s soft grip and leaned back in his chair with an audible sigh. “It’s nothing Alexx, I promise. It’s just been a long day. The case is just getting to me.” He noticed Kyle’s unease and shifted in his seat again, sitting forward again. “I just need sleep. I’ll be fine.”
“I could go on, at length, about what you need baby brother. Sleep might be on the top of that list but it’s not all you need.”
“God, shut up Kyle! I could stab you with my fork for starting this, for doing this to me!” Ryan growled, eyes flashing dangerously even though his fatigue heavily tainted them.
“Whoa, WHOA! Ryan, calm down.“ Alexx reached out, with both hands this time, and grabbed up the CSI’s hands, firmly negating any attempts he may have made for his twin. “Come on Sugar, take a deep breath. Now your brother is speaking the truth baby. You do need sleep, yes, but you need a lot more than that right now.” She gave his hands a firm squeeze and drew them towards her, forcing him to look at her and not glare at his brother. “He’s only trying to look out for you.”
“Alexx.” ‘God, did I just WHINE?!’ “Alexx please. Please don’t encourage him. Please, both of you just stop. I’m fine. Everything is FINE.”
Kyle and Alexx shared a look then turned the same one on their captive. The M.E. spoke up. “No, Sweetheart, it’s not. You’re anything but fine. Oh you try to pretend everything is alright but a mother knows when one of her babies is upset. And, darling, I know.”
“And a brother’s nosey as hell and likes to mess with your life.” Kyle interjected with a gleeful laugh. “But seriously, I - we - just want you to be happy and if you keep skirting this issue you’ve got with this Delko fellow then you’re not going to be happy. You’ll just drive yourself and those around you insane. And let me tell you bro, you being insane isn’t pretty.”
There was the faint stirrings of something unholy swirling in the pit of Ryan’s stomach, a gnawing fear with razor sharp edges and hints of chaos. It made the young man queasy and unsettled. “Come on you two, just drop it. There’s nothing there.”
The elder of the group snorted and gave him an indulgent smile. “Ryan Wolfe, I’ve watched you dance around Eric since the day you arrived at the lab. You both got off on the wrong foot and done some things that I don’t approve of, treated each other something awfully, but somewhere along the way that changed. It took me awhile to see it but once I did I started noticing everything.”
“And wh. . .And what’s e-everything?” He was drowning in a sense of dread but was powerless to push himself above.
“The looks, the subtle touches, the verbal sparring. You’re both goading each other into pointless confrontations . . .Baby, you’re in love.” Her smile softened, trying to convey her love and support, then turned up at the corners in a smirk. “And from what I’ve seen, so’s Eric.”
That did it. Ryan’s want to melt into the floor to keep from having this conversation needed little else to shut his rational mind down and give way to his fears. He knew what was eventually going to come up and that made him more than a little nervous. More than nervous because he could feel his blood pressure shoot up twenty points, the blood rushing through his veins sloshed loudly in his ears, and he was pretty sure that his heart was trying to break through his ribcage at the moment. Amazingly his breathing was normal, just a little quick but nothing to be worried about. Still, his flared nostrils and rapidly dilating pupils alarmed the doctor of their little group. Alexx began to talk to him quickly; quiet, soothing words of love and reassurance sprinkled with just enough frantic worry to draw Ryan’s attention away from his panic but not enough to relieve it all.
“That’s it baby, take another breath for me.” Alexx continued, leaning close to watch his eyes for any signs he might be getting worse.
“Holy shit you’ve got some extreme reactions there Pup.” Kyle’s voice wavered but that didn’t matter since his hands, currently taking up residence on his brother’s arm, were steady and strong.
“I-I-I . . .Alexx. I want to go home.”
By mutual acquiesce Kyle bundled his brother up and gathered him close, leading him out to Ryan’s car. He managed to fish the keys out of the other brunette’s pocket along the way and quickly set about putting him into the passenger’s seat and making sure he was comfortable while having left Alexx inside to take care of the bill and join them outside - He’d get back to her later about paying his and Ryan’s share of the meal. Alexx was crouching by Ryan’s side in the open door and holding him close, whispering apologies and promises that everything would be alright then instructed Kyle to take him straight home and put his brother to bed, and to call her if they needed anything.
The drive back to Ryan’s place was a silent affair which Kyle spent in a worried and hyperactive stupor until they were parked and he was pulling his brother up along the steps and then into his home. Kyle tried to get his brother to swallow some aspirin but Ryan remained unresponsive. He trudged them both to the master bedroom, stripped his twin down to his boxers, and put him to bed, tucking the covers lightly around Ryan‘s heavy limbs. After a moments hesitation, Kyle stripped himself as well then crawled into bed with him.
“Ry.” He whispered against his brother’s hair as he curled protectively around Ryan’s side, tucking the man’s head beneath his chin. “Ry, I’m sorry.”
“I hate you.”
The words stung but Kyle knew he deserved them. “Don’t be mad at Alexx. We both know I couldn’t force that woman to do anything she didn’t want to but don’t blame her. Okay?”
“You‘re both on my shit list right now.” Ryan groused as he turned towards the warmth of the other body and wrapped his arms around the bare chest, hugging tightly.
“Yeah, okay. I can deal with that.” He smiled and gently knocked their heads together. “You know you could have avoided all this drama by just grabbing that Cuban ass and tumbling into a supply clo - OW! Hey, no biting! That hurts!”
“I hate you!”
“HA. You love me and you know I’m right. Admit it.”
“No. I hate you and am admitting nothing.” Now he just sounded petulant but, damnit, he didn’t care. Ryan figured he had a right to after what they put him through. ‘Damned meddling jerks.’
“You already have and in front of Mother Dearest too.”
“Oh GOD. I have to work with that woman, Ky!” He whimpered into the smooth shoulder. “She’s never going to stop bugging me now.”
“Well you know, she could always start directing her attentions to a certain coworker in your favor.” Kyle shifted to lay on his back. Ryan shuffled closer and rested his head on his chest. “Go to sleep Pup. We’ll work on your Romeo technique in the morning”
“. . .I hate you.”
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 never realized how hard it is for me to write a panic attack. I've experienced them and I just can not explain the absolute terror that washes over me as my mind races ninety-to-nothing. *shakes head* Oh well, at least the dinner was good. . .
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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Alexx had ruled both the dead bodies found at the construction site to have died from exsanguinations; both had been stabbed multiple times in the upper chest, head, and back with several defensive wounds on the hands and arms. She also indicated that they may have been attacked from behind because of the depth and angle of the wounds on the back as well as some of the odd wound tracks on both victims’ arms. It went a long way in helping the investigators understand their victims’ last moments but beyond that the corpses yielded little more information.
Most of the trace collected from either body came back as dirt consistent with where they’d been found and plastic slivers that matched the plastic hanging up all around the construction site. The biological samples, however, gave them a DNA profile of what they suspected to be their killer. Though it was morbid and sickening to think about, each CSI counted themselves lucky that the murderer had left something inside the victims’ for them to find. With over five million profiles to search, CODIS was still out to lunch on their profile and probably wouldn’t have results, if any, for awhile.
This left the three CSI little to do after they spent most of their work day pouring over ever piece of physical evidence found on, near, and around the bodies - their clothes proved almost useless as they had appeared to have been laundered before the victims were redressed after their murders. The killer had spent a great deal of time on each victim, doing everything possible to destroy evidence. Clothes washed, bodies appearing to have been cleansed, and hair shampooed and combed - they, basically, had nothing but a whole lot of dead ends until CODIS, if possible, came back with a match to their DNA evidence because everything else was inconclusive.
It wasn’t their only case, no, but with three B&Es, a mid-day bar fight, a kidnapping - which turned out to be a prank gone sideways - and one more Dee-Bee, Calleigh, Ryan, and Eric seemed to be stretched to their limits. Valera and Natalia did their best to help talk some of the load off their shoulders but it was a hefty caseload no matter how many CSIs and tech banded together to work through it all. Horatio, for his part, was right beside them throughout it all, helping each investigator, each tech, with what he could while keeping himself just free enough to work on the cases he’d drawn. To say that it was one hellacious day would have been an assault worthy offense.
By the time any of them had any time to breathe it was time to clock out. The cases had hit them hard and pushed them to work just as hard in order to try and solve them. It wore them down little by little until they were exhausted and almost dragging their feet across the floor. None of them opted for overtime; they were all beat. Though Horatio did manage to stay longer than the rest, watching his people drag their weary bodies from the various labs, morgue, or interrogation rooms, he filed out not too long afterwards, headed for home and hopefully rest.
Rest was what Ryan would have loved to do. He wanted nothing more than to shed his clothes when he got home, take a long, hot shower, then crawl into bed and sleep for ten straight. However, Ryan knew better than to think that was what he was going to be able to do or get. Alexx had just as bad a day as he had plus she had a family to take care of when she returned home, but she’d be at dinner and be expecting both his brother and him to be there, at the restaurant, waiting. He didn’t have the luxury of asking for a rain-check either. Knowing his brother and his Mother like he did, they’d already planned to drag him screaming from his apartment anyways. He’d just have to suck it up and go with it.
‘It’s just an hour or two. It won’t be that bad.’ He thought to himself during the drive to his place, almost smiling wistfully. But that was a fantasy and he knew it. ‘Yeah right. I’ll be lucky if I make it out alive.’
Ryan would have thought more on the subject of his impeding doom and perhaps might have formed an opinion on just how much he really didn’t like the idea of dying at such a young age, but as it was his brother hadn’t let him get a moment’s peace since the first thought formed - the cell phone had been ringing off the hook since twenty minutes after the CSI’s shift ended. The youngest Wolfe would have made a comment about how annoying Kyle was being if the man had let him get a word or two in edgewise but lawyer was doing his level best to keep Ryan’s brain overloaded by chatter and thus not leaving him the mental facilities to combat the verbal barrage of nonsense until it was to late and Ryan was home and being push, pulled, and propelled towards the nice little Italian place that Alexx liked. The assault didn’t stop until Ryan was firmly sandwiched between the Corner and the Lawyer; or as Ryan like to call them: Meddler One and Meddler Two, respectively.
Alexx, ignoring her Eggplant Parmesan, moved a hand to Ryan’s face and cupped his chin, gently directing his head from side to side before stilling so she could look directly into the young man’s eyes - she didn’t release his chin. “You look like death warmed over, baby.”
Ryan tried to laugh but the sound that escaped his throat was a strangled affair that sent both his brother and Alexx to worrying. He lifted his chin from his mother’s soft grip and leaned back in his chair with an audible sigh. “It’s nothing Alexx, I promise. It’s just been a long day. The case is just getting to me.” He noticed Kyle’s unease and shifted in his seat again, sitting forward again. “I just need sleep. I’ll be fine.”
“I could go on, at length, about what you need baby brother. Sleep might be on the top of that list but it’s not all you need.”
“God, shut up Kyle! I could stab you with my fork for starting this, for doing this to me!” Ryan growled, eyes flashing dangerously even though his fatigue heavily tainted them.
“Whoa, WHOA! Ryan, calm down.“ Alexx reached out, with both hands this time, and grabbed up the CSI’s hands, firmly negating any attempts he may have made for his twin. “Come on Sugar, take a deep breath. Now your brother is speaking the truth baby. You do need sleep, yes, but you need a lot more than that right now.” She gave his hands a firm squeeze and drew them towards her, forcing him to look at her and not glare at his brother. “He’s only trying to look out for you.”
“Alexx.” ‘God, did I just WHINE?!’ “Alexx please. Please don’t encourage him. Please, both of you just stop. I’m fine. Everything is FINE.”
Kyle and Alexx shared a look then turned the same one on their captive. The M.E. spoke up. “No, Sweetheart, it’s not. You’re anything but fine. Oh you try to pretend everything is alright but a mother knows when one of her babies is upset. And, darling, I know.”
“And a brother’s nosey as hell and likes to mess with your life.” Kyle interjected with a gleeful laugh. “But seriously, I - we - just want you to be happy and if you keep skirting this issue you’ve got with this Delko fellow then you’re not going to be happy. You’ll just drive yourself and those around you insane. And let me tell you bro, you being insane isn’t pretty.”
There was the faint stirrings of something unholy swirling in the pit of Ryan’s stomach, a gnawing fear with razor sharp edges and hints of chaos. It made the young man queasy and unsettled. “Come on you two, just drop it. There’s nothing there.”
The elder of the group snorted and gave him an indulgent smile. “Ryan Wolfe, I’ve watched you dance around Eric since the day you arrived at the lab. You both got off on the wrong foot and done some things that I don’t approve of, treated each other something awfully, but somewhere along the way that changed. It took me awhile to see it but once I did I started noticing everything.”
“And wh. . .And what’s e-everything?” He was drowning in a sense of dread but was powerless to push himself above.
“The looks, the subtle touches, the verbal sparring. You’re both goading each other into pointless confrontations . . .Baby, you’re in love.” Her smile softened, trying to convey her love and support, then turned up at the corners in a smirk. “And from what I’ve seen, so’s Eric.”
That did it. Ryan’s want to melt into the floor to keep from having this conversation needed little else to shut his rational mind down and give way to his fears. He knew what was eventually going to come up and that made him more than a little nervous. More than nervous because he could feel his blood pressure shoot up twenty points, the blood rushing through his veins sloshed loudly in his ears, and he was pretty sure that his heart was trying to break through his ribcage at the moment. Amazingly his breathing was normal, just a little quick but nothing to be worried about. Still, his flared nostrils and rapidly dilating pupils alarmed the doctor of their little group. Alexx began to talk to him quickly; quiet, soothing words of love and reassurance sprinkled with just enough frantic worry to draw Ryan’s attention away from his panic but not enough to relieve it all.
“That’s it baby, take another breath for me.” Alexx continued, leaning close to watch his eyes for any signs he might be getting worse.
“Holy shit you’ve got some extreme reactions there Pup.” Kyle’s voice wavered but that didn’t matter since his hands, currently taking up residence on his brother’s arm, were steady and strong.
“I-I-I . . .Alexx. I want to go home.”
By mutual acquiesce Kyle bundled his brother up and gathered him close, leading him out to Ryan’s car. He managed to fish the keys out of the other brunette’s pocket along the way and quickly set about putting him into the passenger’s seat and making sure he was comfortable while having left Alexx inside to take care of the bill and join them outside - He’d get back to her later about paying his and Ryan’s share of the meal. Alexx was crouching by Ryan’s side in the open door and holding him close, whispering apologies and promises that everything would be alright then instructed Kyle to take him straight home and put his brother to bed, and to call her if they needed anything.
The drive back to Ryan’s place was a silent affair which Kyle spent in a worried and hyperactive stupor until they were parked and he was pulling his brother up along the steps and then into his home. Kyle tried to get his brother to swallow some aspirin but Ryan remained unresponsive. He trudged them both to the master bedroom, stripped his twin down to his boxers, and put him to bed, tucking the covers lightly around Ryan‘s heavy limbs. After a moments hesitation, Kyle stripped himself as well then crawled into bed with him.
“Ry.” He whispered against his brother’s hair as he curled protectively around Ryan’s side, tucking the man’s head beneath his chin. “Ry, I’m sorry.”
“I hate you.”
The words stung but Kyle knew he deserved them. “Don’t be mad at Alexx. We both know I couldn’t force that woman to do anything she didn’t want to but don’t blame her. Okay?”
“You‘re both on my shit list right now.” Ryan groused as he turned towards the warmth of the other body and wrapped his arms around the bare chest, hugging tightly.
“Yeah, okay. I can deal with that.” He smiled and gently knocked their heads together. “You know you could have avoided all this drama by just grabbing that Cuban ass and tumbling into a supply clo - OW! Hey, no biting! That hurts!”
“I hate you!”
“HA. You love me and you know I’m right. Admit it.”
“No. I hate you and am admitting nothing.” Now he just sounded petulant but, damnit, he didn’t care. Ryan figured he had a right to after what they put him through. ‘Damned meddling jerks.’
“You already have and in front of Mother Dearest too.”
“Oh GOD. I have to work with that woman, Ky!” He whimpered into the smooth shoulder. “She’s never going to stop bugging me now.”
“Well you know, she could always start directing her attentions to a certain coworker in your favor.” Kyle shifted to lay on his back. Ryan shuffled closer and rested his head on his chest. “Go to sleep Pup. We’ll work on your Romeo technique in the morning”
“. . .I hate you.”