CSI - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Slave for You ❯ Starting New ( Chapter 7 )

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<b>Warning</b>: Violence, swearing.

 

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<center><u>Chapter Seven- Starting New</center></u>

 

“So Ryan, how long have you and Jay been together?” Ryan's doctor, Erin MacDonald, asked. She had been finishing up with a pregnant woman when Horatio had come in, with a startled Ryan, practically demanding to see her.

 

'<b>6 years.</b>' Ryan wrote, shifting restlessly in his chair.

 

“Did you ever have intercourse without condoms?” She inquired, pulling gloves on.

 

'<b>We've never had intercourse. Our relationship was unique.</b>'

 

“I see, so did either of you perform any sort of sexual act on each other or others?”

 

“<b>In the 6 years we've been together, we never strayed to other people's beds. When we first got together, we went to a clinic to get tested for STDs. We both popped up negative so we set ground rules. His rules were no condoms, no games, and never hesitate to use your safe word. My only rule was no anal. And as for sexual acts, the only fluids we swapped were saliva and sweat. There was always a condom involved when it came to oral sex.</b>”

 

“Well, I must say, you two are probably one of the only couples I know of who voluntarily use condoms when performing oral sex,” Dr. MacDonald said, with a smile. “Let's get started.”

 

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“Mr. Anderson, there are officers here to see you,” Sean Anderson's secretary said, over the intercom. From where they stood, they couldn't quite hear what Anderson was saying. “Mr. Anderson will see you now,” the secretary said a minute later, and stood and led them to her boss' office. When she opened the door, they saw a tall blond looking out his window, while chatting away on his phone.

 

“Let's rebook this conversation to a different date, shall we? ...No, the police are here about Horsebacker's murder so…yeah. Okay…okay, great. Talk to you then.” He hung up and looked at the two patiently waiting CSIs. “Sit down and make yourselves at home,” he greeted cheerfully. He walked over to the mini bar in the corner and poured himself a drink. Putting the straw in the cup, he walked back to his desk and sat down. “So, what can I help you two with?”

 

Eric glanced at Calleigh, before speaking. “I'm Eric Delko and this is Calleigh Dusquene, we're from the crime lab. We'd like to ask you some questions concerning Jay Horsebacker.”

 

“Ah yes, Brokeback,” Anderson sneered, as he leaned back in his chair.

 

Eric blushed slightly. “Brokeback?”

 

“Well, according to my sister, there were two cowboys who cheated on their wives for each other, or something, and that's what he did,” Anderson said. “Although, I wouldn't know about the other guy.”

 

“And how would you know this?” Calleigh asked, pen posed to take quick notes.

 

“I was out with my girlfriend when we saw him with his arm around a man smaller than him,” Anderson said in disgust.

 

“So I take it you and Horsebacker weren't friends?” Calleigh said.

 

“We were competitors, nothing more.” Anderson shrugged.

 

“Where were you last night?” Eric inquired.

“I was downstairs in the gym.”

 

Eric nodded towards Anderson's hand, which was holding his cup. “Is that how you cut your hand, Mr. Anderson?”

 

Anderson glanced at his hand. “I handle paper a lot so it's probably a paper cut,” he replied.

 

“It's pretty big to be a paper cut,” Calleigh observed.

 

Anderson's phone rang. “Like I said, I handle a lot of paper.” He picked up the phone and listened for a moment before saying, “Alright, I'll be down in a minute.” He hung up and stood. “I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have a meeting executives from Japan. If you have any other questions, please contact my lawyer.” Anderson threw his cup out. “Feel free to look around if you wish.” He when left, Eric smirked at Calleigh.

 

“One man's trash…” he said, pulling a latex glove on. He stood and went over to the trash can, picking the cup out.

 

“…Is another man's treasure,” Calleigh finished, holding an evidence bag open.

 

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Horatio was standing in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for Ryan when his pager went off. Seeing it was from Alexx, he headed outside, turned his cell on and called her. “Alexx?”

 

“I just finished an interesting autopsy on Officer Gerald Whitney,” she said. “He died a week ago. He was obviously placed in Ryan's basement sometime in the night. There were glass shards all over his clothes, indicating he went through a window. Maybe that's how the killer got him in there. Now that's he's thawed out I can draw blood from him. He was definitely in a freezer, probably a deep freezer. There are many freezer burns on his skin. According to Calleigh and Eric, Ryan doesn't own a deep freezer, just two fridges, which didn't have any blood in them, so there's no way Ryan could have done this.”

 

“That is interesting,” Horatio said. “COD?”

 

“Crushed organs from blunt force trauma to the chest and stomach. His knees have deep lacerations. From the markings on his skin, I'd say he was hit by a fast moving car. The numbers of a license plate are visible on his legs so I took pictures and sent them to Dan in A/V.”

 

“Alright, thank you Alexx, I'll see you in a half hour or so.” He hung up and turned his cell off again before going back inside. He only had to wait five minutes before Ryan came out with a small box and note. The CSI handed him the note and waited for him to read it.

 

'<b>This box is filled with the samples Dr. MacDonald took from me. I figured you would want to take it back to the lab and have them analyzed there.</b>'

 

Horatio pocketed the note. “Smart thinking, Mr. Wolfe.” He took the box from Ryan and headed towards the Hummer. “Alexx called with results of Whitney's autopsy.”

 

Ryan attention perked up as they got into the Hummer.

 

“Whitney was frozen for a week before he was placed in your basement. With that time frame, you and Mr. Horsebacker would have been on a plane to Las Vegas. Now we have the proof that you were framed.”

 

Ryan gave him a small smile. He pulled his note pad out of his pants pocket and quickly wrote something down and handed it to Horatio. '<b>Thank you. So, what now?</b>'

 

“Since you are no longer a suspect, you are free to go. However, you're still on medical leave and we haven't released your house yet, so do you have a place to stay at?”

 

Ryan nodded writing, '<b>Yeah, can you take me to DenCorp., please?</b>'

 

“Certainly.”

 

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Valera looked up from the paperwork she was doing to see Eric and Calleigh heading towards the break room. Grabbing the result sheets from her desk, she left her lab and went into the break room. “Hey guys, I have those results from the cup you gave me.”

 

Calleigh took a draught of her coffee she just poured, before speaking. “Really, what's it say?”

 

“DNA's male and a match to the mucus and one of the blood drops found near the bedroom doorway,” she said handing her the sheets.

 

“Great, let's tell Tripp and bring Anderson in,” Eric said. “Thanks Valera.”

 

<i>I just want you to know

That I've been fighting to let you go</i>

 

Calleigh's face went red as she quickly pulled her cell out and flipped it open.

 

Valera smirked. “Calleigh, I never picked you for boy bands.”

 

Calleigh rolled her eyes as Eric laughed. “Funny you guys. My niece was visiting last week and must have downloaded it onto my phone when she was playing with it.”

 

“Sure,” Eric said, as they left the break room. “So, who was calling?” Calleigh stopped walking as she stared at her phone. “Calleigh?”

 

“Eric call Frank and tell him to meet us at DenCorp. with back up. Anderson's holding Maria at gunpoint,” Calleigh said urgently.

 

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When Eric and Calleigh burst through the doors of DenCorp. behind Horatio and Tripp, with police behind them, they saw the receptionist was pale and on a phone. She quickly set it down as Horatio and Eric approached her. “Thank God you're all here. Mr. Anderson's gone insane! He's holding Maria hostage on the roof!”

 

“Just stay calm and we'll sort this out,” Eric said, reassuringly.

 

“Is there anyone else up there?” Horatio asked, as Frank directed his some of men to follow them up to the roof, and the rest to guard the first floor and stairs.

 

“Maria's lawyer, Darren Clark and her friend, Ryan Wolfe,” she said, twisting her hands in her lap anxiously.

 

“Thanks,” Eric said. He followed Horatio, Calleigh, and Tripp to the elevator where two officers were waiting for them. When they reached the top floor, they took the stairs to the roof access, where they saw at the far end of the roof, Anderson with a handgun to Maria's head. Clark and Ryan were near, trying to coax him into releasing Maria.

 

“Release her? After I found out she was fucking her brother? Forget it! She deserves to die!” Anderson shouted, his face red with fury.

 

“Miami-Dade PD! Drop your weapon and no one gets hurt!” Tripp yelled, his own weapon drawn.

 

Anderson looked at them, cocking his gun. “Officers, she deserves to die because of her sins! She slept with her brother!” When Anderson turned his attention away from Maria, Ryan took that chance to grab the man's gun. Anderson glared at him and they fought for the gun. He kicked Ryan in the stomach hard and the ex-patrol officer gasped, and let go, hitting the cement. The gun was aimed at him and there were several shots fired behind them before Anderson shot him.

 

Ryan clutched his arm and bit his lip to hold back his agony as he was surrounded by people. He squeezed his eyes shut and kept his attention on ignoring the pain.

 

He vaguely heard Tripp say something about calling an ambulance, when he felt a hand over his. “Ryan? Ryan, look at me.”

 

He peeked his eyes open to see Horatio looking down at him. “Horatio?” His voice was a cracked and a bare whisper.

 

“Don't talk, you're going to be fine, an ambulance is on it's way,” Horatio said softly. It wasn't long before they heard the wailing of an ambulance coming closer.

 

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“How is he, doctor?” Horatio asked, as soon as Dr. MacDonald came into the waiting room.

 

“Well, after extensive physical therapy I don't see why he can't go back on duty,” she said, looking over her clip board.

 

“When can we visit him?” Calleigh asked.

 

“Certainly not tonight, that's for sure,” Dr. MacDonald said. “He needs to sleep off the sedatives we gave him prior to surgery.”

 

“Alright, thanks.” Horatio turned towards his anxious team. “I want you all to go home and rest, okay? After tomorrow's shift we can all go see him.”

 

“At least that bastard's getting death row,” Alexx growled, from beside Eric.

 

“Come on Alexx, it's been a long night,” Eric said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “He'll still be here when we visit tomorrow.”

 

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When Ryan awoke the next morning, he saw a nurse changing his IVs. He watched her work and would have laughed (if he could) when she jumped, when she saw he was awake. “Oh you're awake, that's good. Dr. MacDonald will want to see you.” Ryan just nodded, and tried to look at himself as she left.

 

His right arm was bandaged and he felt a dull throbbing pain from where he had been shot. When Dr. MacDonald came in, she checked his vitals before asked him how he was feeling, and told him when he was going to get go home.

 

He drifted back to sleep when he was given a sedative for his arm. When he woke up several hours later, he saw the team standing around his bed. He saw Calleigh and Eric talking quietly in seats near the door and Alexx arranging get well cards on a table nearby. “Hey, how are you feeling?” Ryan looked up to see Horatio sitting next to him. This alerted the others, who all quickly crowded to Ryan's bed. His brow furrowed slightly when he saw Eric holding his laptop.

 

Eric grinned. “I uh, figured you needed an upgrade from a note pad.” Ryan nodded. The Cuban set it up and Ryan opened a Word Document. '<b>Thanks.</b>'

 

“I'm so glad you're all right, baby,” Alexx said. “Now do you want to tell me what the hell you were thinking taking him on like that?!”

 

Ryan winced a little. '<b>He was going to shoot Maria, and I wasn't going to let that happen.</b>' Ryan's eyes widened suddenly, as if he just came to realize something. '<b>Horatio, Maria wasn't sleeping with her brother. They were pretending to be in a relationship becau</b>' Ryan stopped typing with his good hand when Calleigh grabbed it.

 

“We know Ryan, Eric, and I talked to her,” she said calmly, smiling. “She was in to see you earlier, but the funeral director called and wanted to meet with her.”

 

'<b>So, what happened to Anderson?</b>'

 

“He took two bullets to the chest and he's currently in the ICU facing death row for 1st degree murder, killing a police officer, and attempting to kill an officer,” Horatio said.

 

'<b>Good.</b>'

 

“I'm sorry about what happened to Jay,” Calleigh said softly.

 

Ryan's hand fell to his side and he nodded looking elsewhere. Alexx was about to ask him if he was alright, when Ryan's hand moved up and he typed something quickly. '<b>I'm sorry, I feel tired.</b>'

 

Horatio smiled sympathetically at him. “There's nothing to be sorry about. We'll visit later, alright?”

 

Ryan kept his face carefully blank as his co-workers left. When Horatio left, closing the door, Ryan covered his face with his good hand and let out a quiet sob. He knew things were going to be hard once he returned to work, now that he was out-ed to the whole lab and police department. Hopefully, something good would come out this.

 

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