[csi:miami] get the balance right, gen!fic
Title: Get the Balance Right
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Ryan Wolfe
Disclaimer: CSI: Miami belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and company. The song Get the Balance Right belongs to Depeche Mode.
Prompts: geekfiction’s I love the 80s ficathon - music.
Notes: Set pre-Season Three.
Summary: Ryan had always wanted to be a cop until everything went wrong.
There’s more besides
Joyrides
He’d never admit to his colleagues that one of the reasons why he had become a cop was because he had an older brother who used to watch Miami Vice all the time. When he was younger, everything about being a cop had seemed glamorous and dangerous, an impression that had lasted him until his first month as an actual officer.
The little house in the countryside
Understand
Learn to demand
Compromise
And sometimes lie
By the time he had started the academy, Ryan had given up the old childish dream of being a vice cop. It was still something that interested him but he knew that it wasn’t the way that the TV shows and movies portrayed it as. He had still wanted to be a cop but it was because he wanted to make a difference. He wanted to save people and make a difference. The academy had only made Ryan think that he could actually save people.
Be responsible
Respectable
Stable but gullible
Ryan learned in that first month just what every cop show, whether it portrays it being glamorous or not, fail to mention. The never-ending boredom of pulling over drivers who are speeding, or breaking up domestic disputes, and so on; the shows that he’d grown up on had failed to show that aspect of it. There was danger but nothing like what the shows showed.
Concerned and caring
Help the helpless
He still has nightmares about that first month on the job. Ryan will wake up in a cold sweat, a scream in his mouth as he remembers how he and his partner had gone to a house in the early hours of the morning on a routine call. The wife had called 911 because her husband had been drinking and then started to beat her. His partner, who had ten years on the force, had rolled his eyes but hadn’t stopped Ryan from driving to the address in question.
But always remain
Ultimately selfish
The memories are still fresh in his mind of how they had both been tired and wanting to solve things without making an arrest so they wouldn’t have to do any more paperwork at the end of their shift. He can still hear his partner’s last words of how they were going to defuse the situation so they wouldn’t have a mess on their hands.
When you think you’ve got a hold of it all
You haven’t got a hold at all
When you reached the top
Get ready to drop
At first things had gone smoothly, Ryan had basically listened to the wife’s story while his partner had calmed the husband down. Things were going precisely as they had hoped. They had made their notes, assessed the situation, and calmed both parties down. They were about to leave the house and head back to the patrol call.
Prepare yourself for the fall
You’re gonna fall
It’s almost predictable
At that point, everything happened so fast that Ryan only remembers fragments of that night. The easy smile his partner gave him when he turned his back on the husband. The smell of gun powder and the loud bang as the husband fired the gun on his partner. Suddenly everything slowed as blood blossomed on his partner’s khaki-coloured uniform and Ryan barely remembers drawing his own gun. He barely remembers taking the husband’s gun and cuffing him before attending to his partner while he radioed in for an ambulance.
Almost
He remembers going home and throwing up several times because his uniform reeked of blood. His partner died on route to the hospital and in the end, even his sergeant hadn’t been able to convince him that there had been nothing that Ryan could have done. The other officers who came and took care of the crime scene after that had tried telling Ryan that any domestic disturbance call was unpredictable. In the weeks that followed, everyone that he worked had a tale to tell him about a call that had just gone wrong.
Don’t turn this way
Don’t turn that way
Two months after his partner had been shot dead, Ryan almost left the force. He had nightmares every night of his partner’s murder. And the fact that he wasn’t making a difference soured him towards his work. Every shift was the same, despite the work. It didn’t matter if he was pulling over speeding drivers or if he was in a patrol car. He came across people who had little to no respect for him because of his uniform. People lied, stole, cheated and murdered and they would continue to do so no matter what he did.
Straight down the middle until next Thursday
First to the left
He had come close to handing in his resignation. Ryan didn’t care what anyone else thought, he couldn’t cope with his lack of power. He was tired and jaded and he had only been on the force for five months. And then his sergeant had given him a sheet of paper at the end of a double shift. Ryan hadn’t said anything at the time; instead he’d just folded the sheet up before leaving. It was in his mother’s driveway when he unfolded the sheet and read what it had to say.
Then back to the right
It was about a seminar at the university, and at first Ryan wasn’t sure why anyone would think he’d want to go to it. He read it over ten times before the black script on the white paper finally sunk in. It was a forensics seminar for police officers to better understand the impact they had on a crime scene. He rolled his eyes at it, but he went to the seminar since he still couldn’t find it in himself to hand in his resignation.
Twist and turn ‘til you got it right
The seminar turned out to be more than just about how the police officers first on the scene could impact a crime scene. The lecturer, a Tim Speedle from the Miami-Dade crime lab, had gone on about how every bit of evidence was important. He had shown the attending officers just how a tiny piece of evidence could convict someone for a crime. Ryan had been hooked from the start. And he learned at that first seminar just what he wanted to do career-wise. His sense of devastation and lost of purpose eventually faded as he signed up for classes at the university that would help him further his career in forensics.
**END**
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Ryan Wolfe
Disclaimer: CSI: Miami belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and company. The song Get the Balance Right belongs to Depeche Mode.
Prompts: geekfiction’s I love the 80s ficathon - music.
Notes: Set pre-Season Three.
Summary: Ryan had always wanted to be a cop until everything went wrong.
There’s more besides
Joyrides
He’d never admit to his colleagues that one of the reasons why he had become a cop was because he had an older brother who used to watch Miami Vice all the time. When he was younger, everything about being a cop had seemed glamorous and dangerous, an impression that had lasted him until his first month as an actual officer.
The little house in the countryside
Understand
Learn to demand
Compromise
And sometimes lie
By the time he had started the academy, Ryan had given up the old childish dream of being a vice cop. It was still something that interested him but he knew that it wasn’t the way that the TV shows and movies portrayed it as. He had still wanted to be a cop but it was because he wanted to make a difference. He wanted to save people and make a difference. The academy had only made Ryan think that he could actually save people.
Be responsible
Respectable
Stable but gullible
Ryan learned in that first month just what every cop show, whether it portrays it being glamorous or not, fail to mention. The never-ending boredom of pulling over drivers who are speeding, or breaking up domestic disputes, and so on; the shows that he’d grown up on had failed to show that aspect of it. There was danger but nothing like what the shows showed.
Concerned and caring
Help the helpless
He still has nightmares about that first month on the job. Ryan will wake up in a cold sweat, a scream in his mouth as he remembers how he and his partner had gone to a house in the early hours of the morning on a routine call. The wife had called 911 because her husband had been drinking and then started to beat her. His partner, who had ten years on the force, had rolled his eyes but hadn’t stopped Ryan from driving to the address in question.
But always remain
Ultimately selfish
The memories are still fresh in his mind of how they had both been tired and wanting to solve things without making an arrest so they wouldn’t have to do any more paperwork at the end of their shift. He can still hear his partner’s last words of how they were going to defuse the situation so they wouldn’t have a mess on their hands.
When you think you’ve got a hold of it all
You haven’t got a hold at all
When you reached the top
Get ready to drop
At first things had gone smoothly, Ryan had basically listened to the wife’s story while his partner had calmed the husband down. Things were going precisely as they had hoped. They had made their notes, assessed the situation, and calmed both parties down. They were about to leave the house and head back to the patrol call.
Prepare yourself for the fall
You’re gonna fall
It’s almost predictable
At that point, everything happened so fast that Ryan only remembers fragments of that night. The easy smile his partner gave him when he turned his back on the husband. The smell of gun powder and the loud bang as the husband fired the gun on his partner. Suddenly everything slowed as blood blossomed on his partner’s khaki-coloured uniform and Ryan barely remembers drawing his own gun. He barely remembers taking the husband’s gun and cuffing him before attending to his partner while he radioed in for an ambulance.
Almost
He remembers going home and throwing up several times because his uniform reeked of blood. His partner died on route to the hospital and in the end, even his sergeant hadn’t been able to convince him that there had been nothing that Ryan could have done. The other officers who came and took care of the crime scene after that had tried telling Ryan that any domestic disturbance call was unpredictable. In the weeks that followed, everyone that he worked had a tale to tell him about a call that had just gone wrong.
Don’t turn this way
Don’t turn that way
Two months after his partner had been shot dead, Ryan almost left the force. He had nightmares every night of his partner’s murder. And the fact that he wasn’t making a difference soured him towards his work. Every shift was the same, despite the work. It didn’t matter if he was pulling over speeding drivers or if he was in a patrol car. He came across people who had little to no respect for him because of his uniform. People lied, stole, cheated and murdered and they would continue to do so no matter what he did.
Straight down the middle until next Thursday
First to the left
He had come close to handing in his resignation. Ryan didn’t care what anyone else thought, he couldn’t cope with his lack of power. He was tired and jaded and he had only been on the force for five months. And then his sergeant had given him a sheet of paper at the end of a double shift. Ryan hadn’t said anything at the time; instead he’d just folded the sheet up before leaving. It was in his mother’s driveway when he unfolded the sheet and read what it had to say.
Then back to the right
It was about a seminar at the university, and at first Ryan wasn’t sure why anyone would think he’d want to go to it. He read it over ten times before the black script on the white paper finally sunk in. It was a forensics seminar for police officers to better understand the impact they had on a crime scene. He rolled his eyes at it, but he went to the seminar since he still couldn’t find it in himself to hand in his resignation.
Twist and turn ‘til you got it right
The seminar turned out to be more than just about how the police officers first on the scene could impact a crime scene. The lecturer, a Tim Speedle from the Miami-Dade crime lab, had gone on about how every bit of evidence was important. He had shown the attending officers just how a tiny piece of evidence could convict someone for a crime. Ryan had been hooked from the start. And he learned at that first seminar just what he wanted to do career-wise. His sense of devastation and lost of purpose eventually faded as he signed up for classes at the university that would help him further his career in forensics.
**END**