CSI - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Slave for You ❯ Domestic Violence ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami. It is owned by Bruckheimer Productions. This is a not-for-profit story for entertainment purposes only.

 

Warning: Swearing, mentions of a homosexual relationship, implied incest

 

Jodine16: my comments

 

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Chapter Two - Domestic Violence

 

Ryan groaned in annoyance as he stared at his refection in the foggy bathroom mirror. His eye had in fact bruised and now it looked like he either got into a fight or was in a violent relationship due to the hickies up the left side of his neck.

 

[I knew I shouldn't have let Jay near my neck,] He mentally growled, as he got ready for work.

 

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“What the hell happened to you, Wolfe?” Ryan barely gave Dan a glance as he put his things away in his locker. Ever since the Feds came to find out who took the money a year ago, there was a lot of obvious tension between the CSI and A/V tech.

 

“Why do you care? Disappointed you couldn't get your licks in?” Ryan said icily, shutting his locker door, before roughly walking passed him.

 

“Dude, are those hickies?!”

 

Ryan ignored him as his pager went off, telling him he had a DB in the rich part of town to check out.

 

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When Ryan got there, he made it clear to himself that he wasn't going to let anyone else ruin his good mood.

 

“Vic's name is Jenny MacKay, 28, widowed. She was home alone, her son Josh at school, when she was attacked in her kitchen. The neighbors, who called it in, heard shouting and several gun shots,” an officer reported.

 

“Are they the neighbors?” Ryan asked, pointing to the two men, who didn't look happy, talking with another officer.

 

“Yeah, their the biggest fruits I've ever seen, if you ask me,” he muttered, as they entered the house.

 

“Well, I didn't and I going to pretend I didn't hear you say that,” Ryan said shortly, setting his kit down. He snapped on a pair of gloves and looked the kitchen over. There were definite signs of a struggle. There were broken dishes on the tiled floor, a couple of overturned chairs and water spots near the kitchen sink. “Looks like Ms. MacKay was doing the dishes when she was attacked. Has her son been contacted?”

“Yeah, he's being brought to the station right now.”

Ryan nodded, before he started photographing the body and processing around her. He was just pulling a hair off her shirt when Alexx showed up.

“Jenny MacKay, 28, widowed mom. I found ligature marks on her throat and bullet wounds on her chest, so I don't know if the COD is gun shot or strangulation,” Ryan said. There was a noticeable edge to his voice indicating his mood, as he bagged and tagged the hair.

Alexx knelt down next to him and was about to comment when she got a look of his face. “Ryan, what happened to your eye?”

“Nothing,” Ryan replied. “I'm going to go to talk with the neighbors.” He ignored to stab of pain from his back as he stood and picked his kit up.

“Ryan, honey talk to me?” Alexx also stood, putting a hand on his arm. She frowned when she saw the hickies on the young man's neck. “Are you dating someone?”

Ryan sighed, looking over at her. “I am and this,” - He pointed to his eye - “was an accident.” He headed out of the house, giving Calleigh a curt nod before hurrying off so the Southern girl wouldn't have enough time to ask him any questions.

“Okay, I've got it.” Ryan nodded to the officer, who was stationed with the two neighbors , that he could leave.

“Great, another cop to harass us, because we're fags,” the brunet scowled.

Ryan knew that if he wanted their complete co-operation he would have to get them to warm up to him. He casually looked around, before leaning towards them and saying softly, “That would be considered denial and self-hating.” The CSI cleared his throat. “So, could you tell me what happened?”

The brunet glanced at his blond lover, both relaxing a little more. “Marcus and I were out back working in our gardens when we heard shouting.”

“We just assumed Jenny was fighting with her boyfriend again,” Marcus said.

Ryan, who had been taking notes, paused. “She had a boyfriend?”

Marcus rolled his eyes. “Richard's always saying that. Personally, I think they're just friends with benefits.”

“Do either of you know what his name is?” Ryan inquired.

The two men looked each other. “Wasn't it Pierre…?” Marcus trailed off.

“…Matthews,” Richard finished. “Anyway, Marcus and I were going to jump the gate that separates our backyards because we heard crashing and screaming, when we heard a gun shot. I told Marcus to call the cops while I went in to help Jenny. The bastard who shot her was gone and Jenny was dead by the time I got to her,” Richard said, his voice a mixture of sadness and anger.

“You'll get this guy, right?” Marcus asked.

“Promise,” Ryan said. “Thanks for your time, guys, this'll help a lot. Oh, and Richard, I'll need your fingerprints and the shoes you wore into the house so I can exclude you as a suspect.”

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Ryan didn't know how he managed it, but he was able to avoid Horatio for the whole shift, up until he was in the locker room getting ready to leave. His case had been fairly simple; as it turned out, Pierre Matthews was really Jennie's estranged brother, whose love for his sister was a little more than platonic. While she was at work, Matthews would go to her house and steal some of her clothing and valuables. When he started seeing her at random clubs with different guys (be it sexual or just flirting), he snapped and went to confront her, going against his restraining order. Words were exchanged and he strangled her then shot her just to be sure she was dead. He told Ryan and Calleigh that, “If I can't have her, no one can.” Ryan thought that kind of excuse was over-rated and that Matthews was just pathetic and sick.

“Mr. Wolfe, there you are.”

[Damn, so much for hoping to leave before Horatio caught up with me, not that he wouldn't have cornered me sometime soon anyway,] Ryan thought, as he turned to his boss. “Hey, Horatio, long day, eh?”

 

“Indeed. Would you care to tell me about how you got you're eye bruised?” Horatio tipped his head towards him. “I've been hearing rumors, but I'd rather hear the real story from you.”

 

Ryan could only imagine what Horatio was thinking as he sighed. “It was an accident, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Ryan said shortly, feeling the last of his good mood disappear.

 

“So this has nothing to do with this relationship I've also been hearing about?”

 

“No it doesn't, Horatio,” Raid said firmly. “Good night.”

 

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Jodine16: Poor Ryan and we all know what the real truth is.