Fic: Unexpected chapter 4
Here is chapter 4
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Title: Unexpected
Chapter 4: Let the sheming begin - Part 2
Pairing: Eric/Ryan
Summary: allies, letters and a 3 legged cat ;-DD
BTW: They are not mine but in my dreams they are ;-D
Beta: Eryn! big hig Eryn (I went on the net and i'm sending you some sun ;-DD)
Chapter 4: Let the scheming begin part 2
"Can I help you, miss?" Alexx asked.
After all, when they told her she had a visitor she hadn't expected a live one,she would have to remember that one for the next conference!
The beautiful Latino woman got up and shook Alexx's hand.
"Good morning. I know you don't know me but my name is Marisol Delko. I wanted to speak to you about Ryan."
"You're one of Eric's sisters, right?"
"Yes, I am." Marisol answered
"And you know Ryan?" Alex asked surprised.
For some reason Marisol seemed to find this funny. "Yes he's my best friend. Could we maybe speak in private? Eric doesn't know I'm here and I would like to keep it that way."
"Sure honey. We can talk in my office."
Alexx led Marisol to a comfortable looking couch in her office.
"So tell me how did you meet Ryan? Did Eric introduce you?"
"Eric? Nonono. I met Ryan at the hospital a year ago. I went in for a check up and he got hurt. It was before he became a CSI."
Alexx had to admit that she was a little upset. How could she not know about this. She knew her baby kept to himself but still...
"Does Eric even know that you know Ryan?" Alexx asked curiously.
"He didn't. He does know now."
"How did he find out?"
"It could be possible that I called him to help me carry some food to my friend's place. And I could have asked him in. I could have told him to look around. It could be that after finding a few photo's I had to tell him the truth.
Even if said friend asked me not to?"
"Say no more sugar, your secret is safe with me. Still why didn't Eric know about your friendship? How come I don't know?"
Alexx was determined to get to the bottom of this. Even if it killed her. Well ... not if it killed her, she couldn't kick his ass if she was dead! But then maybe she could haunt him??
"Can you promise me you won't tell anything to Horatio or others? By telling you I'm already going against my promise to Ryan."
Marisol looked a little ... jumpy would be the word Alexx would use. Not that Alexx blamed her. A pissed of Ryan equals a cold, closed off and moody Ryan. That's just not good for anybody.
"Okay, go ahead honey"
Should Alexx be afraid? Marisol looked like someone who was about to drop a bomb.
"When I met Ryan, he introduced me to his best friend. This friend was a CSI. It was Speed."
"Tim Speedle? Ryan knew him?" Alexx paled, she felt sick. She felt Marisol grab her hand.
"Sit down. Are you okay? Do you need some water or something?"
Alexx knew Marisol was looking at her funny. Probably waiting for an answer. But Alexx couldn't. She could barely breath.
Ryan knew Speed? How is that even possible? Speed, nor Ryan, ever mentioned each other. How...?
'Oh god what have we done? Poor baby. After the way herself and the team reacted when he just started working here. They let their grief overshadow their opinion of him. Never realizing Ryan himself was grieving.' She thought
"Alexx, they didn't just know each other. They were best friends since they were 8. From that point on they were inseparable. That is until Ryan's family died at 14 and he got send to live with his uncle Ron here in Miami. After their college graduation they both entered the same police academy.
Speed made it to CSI pretty quickly due to his fathers contacts. Plus he hated using his gun." Suddenly Marisol smiled. "From the way they teased each other, you would have thought they were brothers. I think that's how they saw each other. After all why else would Speed have come all the way to Miami?"
Speed never told Alexx why he had left New York to come to Miami? She knew why now.
This had to be the most unbelievable thing she had heard in quite a while.
Alexx hadn't even seen Marisol get a water bottle from the small fridge she kept in the office.
"Are you okay Alexx?" Marisol asked doubtfully.
Taking a deep breath Alexx answered "I'll be fine honey. It's just a big shock. We gave him such a hard time. We were all in so much pain and we took it out on him. My poor baby, not only had he lost his brother, started a new job, but he had to take the animosity of his teammates as well. So much pain and still such a pure soul."
Smiling, Marisol commented, "He loves you, you know? Your like the mother he lost so long ago."
Marisol was rewarded for her words by a big happy grin.
"Back to the reason I'm here. I think it's our duty to bring a little happiness Ryan's way."
Ah. A girl after her own heart.
"I like the way this is going. Now, I'm no CSI, but you being here, does that mean you have a plan? And if you do, can I get in on that?
My spying days were a while ago. But I heard it said that it's like riding a bike: you never forget."
This was going to be fun, Alexx could tell.
"You and I are not going to spy, not really" Marisol told Alexx. "We are going to have an accomplice to do that. It should be someone they work with. We are going to push our boys into some very tricky situations."
"Boys??"
"Yes. Are you in?"
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Thank God! He's finally home!
Anaesthesia is a nightmare. He wasn't sure but Ryan thought that he had told some embarrassing little tidbits of his life. Like the time Speed had dared him to go on stage, at the Christmas party, and sing "I will survive". In drag. Did he mention that it was a party with only cops and their spouses?
And who knows what else he said.
From Marisol's not so discreet laughing, it was a lot! This was bad. She probably had enough blackmail material for centuries. Knowing her, she was going to milk it for all it was worth.
Unfortunately there was nothing he could do.
Now he was more concerned about that letter she mentioned. What could she have written in the letter that she couldn't have said to him. After all, she did spend the whole day with him.
Unlocking his front door, Ryan could sense Marisol's presence everywhere. The crooked calendar, the pen on the notepad next to the phone, the fresh flowers on the coffee table.
Apart from those things, the crooked calendar was really bugging him. ... The pen too. She had decorated! Green, red everywhere. And was that mistletoe?? Oh nononono. From now on Marisol was banned from his apartment!
It wasn't ugly. It was christmassy, not too cheerful. It was ... low profile, if you know what he means. Fearing that he would find a tree, Ryan ventured farther into his apartment. No tree, thank you! Ryan didn't do tree's. He hadn't had a tree for over 10 years,13, to be exact.
Having a tree reminded him of his family. Well, it's not so much having a tree, it's the decorating part that was a problem. It reminded him of all those Christmases where he and his sisters would make ornaments to decorate the tree.
He had tried to keep up the tradition after they were gone but it was too painful. Doing it alone reminded him that he was alone, so he just gave up. Plus he didn't have that many friends to get presents from. And you have to admit; a tree with 2 presents is a little ... weird.
He had an odd feeling that things were going to change. Ryan wasn't sure if that was a good thing.
He glanced down at his coffee table.
Ah, the infamous letter.
To Ryan
Please sit down to read this.
Okayyyyyyyy. That's weird. Opening the letter he started to read it.
Dearest one eye (just kidding)
I have a confession to make. I know you won't like it but stay calm!! Eric knows we're friends! Ryan, take a deep breath for me babe!!
He asked me and I answered. He was very surprised to say the least. He kept asking questions. Before you freak out, well ... more than you probably already do, I didn't tell him everything, just how we met and how long we've known each other.
I told him yesterday. I know he hasn't contacted you so this proofs his reaction wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.
Eric being Eric, I'm sure he will want to talk to you about it. I also know now wouldn't be a good time so I will tell him to wait a while before speaking to you about it.
Now I know you're tired, so go get some sleep!
I will come by your place to get you at 7 so be ready. Why? I'm taking you out. Where? You ask, well you will see. Dress nicely! Put that green shirt I bought you, it will look great with your eyes!
Big kiss
Marisol
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She had just sat on her couch when she heard the phone ring. She let it ring. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw Eric. Marisol opened the door and let him in.
"You don't answer your phone anymore?" asked Eric.
"I'm not sure I want to answer. It might be Ryan." answered Marisol. She hoped Eric wouldn't pick on her wavering voice.
He did.
"Lover's quarrel?"
That was a jealous remark, if she ever heard one. At least her suspicions were confirmed now: he was interested in Ryan.
No sooner had she closed the door the phone started to ring. The answering machine kicked in.
'Hello, you reached Marisol Delko. I'm not home at the moment but feel free to leave a message.'
"Why Mari? Why did you tell him?" asked Ryan's pleading voice. He sounded so small and venerable. She knew leaving that letter would bring some big consequences later on. She had expected anger, she was ready to hop on the first plane out of Miami if she had too.
She saw Eric frowning at the phone. She quickly got up to get it before Eric did.
Marisol had one simple answer to Ryan's question. "It was time."
"Time for what? What do you mean?" The answering machine was still recording. Projecting Ryan's voice through the living room, where Eric was still standing, listening intently.
"We couldn't keep this secret forever Ry." Was Marisol quiet answer. "I always understood why you didn't want to tell others, especially Eric. I know you wanted to earn your position as a colleague in the team and as a friend. You already did that."
"What did you tell him?"
This was her dilemma: she couldn't tell Ryan she told Eric about Speed. He was already freaking out. She could drop that particular bomb later. That meant she had to go with half truths.
Trying to keep her voice steady, Marisol answered. "He helped me carry all the food to your apartment yesterday. He saw that photo the waiter took on your birthday. So I told him that we met before you were a CSI. And that he didn't know because you wanted it that way.
Oh and I may have mentioned something about your family."
Marisol held her breath.
"You told him about my family?" exploded Ryan. "Are you crazy? Don't answer that! Oh god. Great now he's going to pity me!!! That's even worse than him not liking me me!! What else did you tell him? You tell him that I'm gay too?"
Marisol felt a perverse satisfaction when she heard Eric strangle himself on the gulp of beer he just took out of her fridge. After this had all blown off, she would have so much fun teasing Eric with this! First opportunity she had, she would tell Ryan, and Alexx, and her mom, and... She would tell the world! Thank god Eric's
better at looking for evidence than human emotions! Ryan and her! Lovers quarrel! Pleaseeeeee. Dumbass.
"What was that?" Ryan asked suspiciously.
"That? That was my neighbours cat." answered Marisol, all the while waving frantically at Eric to shut his mouth.
"A cat? That didn't sound like a cat." Crap, now he was suspicious. As long as she stuck to her story, she would be ok. Time to divert his attention.
"Yes a cat. And he doesn't really look like one either; he's missing an eye and has only 3 legs. If you put in an eye patch and a wooden paw, you would think he was a cat pirate. ha ha." Her attempt at making a joke was failing. Miserably.
Okay. Time to change the topic.
Not giving Ryan time to reply, Marisol went on. "To come back to what you asked. No I didn't tell him you were gay. But Eric is bi, so he probably already sensed it."
Ryan snorted. "I doubt he did, he really believed I wanted to start something with Natalia. Erk. The thought alone is making me nauseous. And Eric is bi?"
Seeing her brother astonished and then interested face, she decided to learn as much as she could.
"Yes Eric is bi," answered Marisol, all the while ignoring the evil eye he was sending her. "What's this story about Natalia? Why would he think you want to go out with her?"
"Horatio asked me to find the mole. I asked her out so I could slip some false info to her. Eric thought I was romantically interested in her. Actually, I had to borrow money from him to take her out."
Sending an incredulous glance to her brother, he shrugged his shoulders as if to tell her he didn't know either.
"Why did you do that?"
Disgust evident in his voice, Ryan answered, "I forgot my credit card at home. I didn't want her to know where I lived. Who knows, one day I would have opened the door and she would be standing there. I just couldn't .... Asking Eric wasn't the smartest thing to do. In my defence: the alternative was worse! Plus Eric already didn't
like me, so I wasn't jeopardizing much."
"Ryan, he can't like you because he doesn't even know you!" was Marisol's firm answer.
Men! Why can't they see what's right in front of them?
"Anyway, are you dressed already? I'm picking you up in 45 minutes?!"
"I still have to get dress. Where are we going?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out." was Marisol's cryptic answer.
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"Marisol, today is Friday. You DO remember where we all go every Friday, right?"
"Of course I do." she answered.
"Your taking him there? He has no idea what he's getting himself into, does he?"
TBC