Becomes of the Lost
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Adult ++
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Title: Becomes of the Lost
Category: Angst, one-sided (for now) Ryan/Eric, first-time, h/c, mentions of child abuse
Spoilers: “Nailed” later on
Rating: PG-13 but will be NC-17 in later chapters
Pairing: N/A but will be Eric/Ryan
Summary: Ryan Wolfe moved to Miami to get away from his past and make a new life for himself and to forget about his past. What happens when that past comes to present?
Warning: Possible non-con later on, also may be some slight OOC-ness.
Author's Note- I don’t own the show or the characters I’m just borrowing for the sake of this fic.
“You got anything for me Alexx?” Ryan asked, swallowing as Alexx removed something that looked like suspiciously like intestines.
“A little, I didn’t get much on that hand print you found on the neck, and we don’t have anything to compare the skin that we got from under his nails. I did find some bite marks on him and finger nail impressions. Those are on the table there, but like I said we got nothing to compare those to so we still have nothing to go on.” She said.
“Alright I’ll see what I can do with this, thanks Alexx.”
“No problem.” She said, sighing as the door shut behind him, “Horatio I know you’re there.” She said looking into the camera.
“I was wondering when you were going to say something. Right now though I’m more curious about what you didn’t tell Ryan.” He replied and Alexx could imagine the red head tilting his head, over the month he had started taking a liking to Ryan, which made both Ryan and Alexx happy. Though he still refused to do anything about Eric’s attitude and had merely said that Eric would have to change before to long or Alexx would get to handle it. And Ryan was scared of the fact that she took an exuberant pleasure in that.
“H, I’m not about to tell my baby that once I got the victim cleaned up that he looks similar to him. Brown hair, green eyes, height, weight, I don’t like this Horatio.”
“Neither do I Alexx.” She heard ringing come from the speakers, “Sorry it’s my phone thank you Alexx and please keep me posted.”
Alexx went back to work without answering knowing that her boss was already out of the room talking on his phone.
“Caine.”
“Lt. Caine, I got some men up here at the front desk needing to talk to Ryan. They’re being really secretive and I already told Ryan, but I thought I’d call and let you know as well.”
“I see, thank you I’ll be right up.” He said hanging up and heading towards the front desk.
Ryan walked up to the reception desk looking around, “You called?”
The receptionist smiled and pointed behind him, “Those two men there want to talk to you. I will warn you they didn’t tell me anything but there names and were very insistent on seeing you.” She said, “I called Lt. Caine to come up here as well just in case. He should be he-“
“I’m right here Denise thank you. Now Ryan do you have any idea who those men are?”
“No sir, they do look somewhat familiar though.” Ryan said, looking at the two men sitting on the bench.
“Alright let’s go see what they want.” Ryan nodded slowly as they approached.
The men stopped talking and stood when they saw Ryan and Horatio stopped in front of them, “Are one of you Ryan Wofle?” the taller one asked.
“Depends, who are you and what do you want?” Horatio asked steadily, fingering his sunglasses.
“Are you his superior? Lt. Caine I believe.” when he nodded the man continued, “I’m Officer Monroe and this is my partner Officer McCoy. A few days ago there was a prisoner release that concerns Ryan.” Horatio heard Ryan gasp and looked at him from the corner of his eye.
“I’m going to assume that you’re Ryan then. You look nothing like your picture in the file.”
“It’s been twenty-one years I hope I don’t.” he retorted sharply.
“Gentlemen, I suggest that for lack of privacy out here we go to my office.” Horatio broke in and motioned for the men to move as tried to ignore the tense movement of Ryan walking.
“Please take a seat gentlemen, Ryan grab a chair and sit by me if you would.” Ryan did as he was told as the two other officers sat and Officer Monroe brought out a file and started sorting out papers.
“Mr. Wolfe I’m sorry we have to meet under these circumstances, but we prefer to do this in person rather than over the phone.” Monroe said, “I’m going to go ahead and get straight to the point, no doubt you already know, but your father has been released from prison.” Monroe said. Ryan said nothing but all men saw him stiffen.
“If I may ask, why was his father in jail? And if he was released why wasn’t he contacted sooner since he apparently lived a ways from here?” Horatio asked after a long pause.
“We had some complications that arose right before we were to leave to contact Mr. Wolfe here and had to stay.” Monroe began, “As to why he was in jail that’s not something we can release without Mr. Wolfe’s permission as you should know Lt. Caine.”
“Let him see the file.” The voice startled the men slightly and all eyes turned to Ryan who was slouched over, head down and hands fidgeting in his lap.
“Only if you’re sure Ryan.” Monroe said holding the file up.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Monroe sighed and handed the folder over to the outstretched hand and Horatio started reading though it. Fifteen minutes passed and Ryan had started pacing around the room trying to calm his nerves. Calleigh and Eric had popped in but Horatio asked them to leave more with more force than was necessary leaving two very confused CSI’s as to what was going on.
When he was finished Horatio closed the file and placed it on the desk and didn’t look up or speak for several minutes.
“Where is this man.” He said, voice surprisingly calm.
“Somewhere here in Miami. We warned him about coming down this close, and told him that the restraining order of fifty feet was still in place and it’d be in his best interest to stay where he was as he should anyway.” Monroe said.
“Is there anyway to increase that order to at least a hundred feet? And why don’t you know where he is? From what I read he shouldn’t have even been allowed to leave the state, let alone travel across the country.” Horatio said slowly. Monroe and McCoy fidgeted under the fierce stare as they tried to come up with something to say, “I’m waiting gentlemen. Now tell me why you let a convict like this go way out of your jurisdiction into mine. He should have been stopped a long time ago at the first airplane he tried to get on.”
“We’re already pushing it keeping this current order on him, trying to get one on him other than him being in the same state would be near impossible and we didn’t know he was leaving the city. He registered everything under a different name, and when there was a check in call he always called from the same house phone number that we confirmed.”
“So he has an accomplice then. Well gentlemen thank you for your time and have a nice day. One more thing though, this had better not make the news in anyway, if it does and I find out, you had better hope to god that my team doesn’t find him first, cause if they do you won’t have a body to find. Then you’ll have to deal with me.”
“So you see what you needed to see?” Mr. Gars asked the man who stood by the window looking outside.
“Indeed I did. He’s grown up nicely, has his mothers eyes you know, always has, but they weren’t as green as they are now.” The man replied, “My, the last I saw him he was just about to turn nine. Surprising how twenty-one years in prison seem so long.” The man sounded wistful, but the smirk he had made Gars nervous as his visitor turned to look at him.
“So did everything go accordingly?” the man asked walking over to stand beside the French man.
“Oh yes, they won’t find anything right away, it’ll take them awhile for them to find anything and by that time you’ll have Ryan right were you want him.” Mr. Gars smiled and the other man chuckled.
“Yep, but why you would willingly go to prison to be with your boyfriend I still don’t know.”
Gars only smiled, “Like you getting out on good behavior and coming down here to get revenge is any better. You’re just lucky you found someone willing to help you.” Gars smirked as well and the other man turned back to go look out the window again.
“I am very lucky. Just remember your end of the deal and we’ll be square, got it?” the man hissed and Gars glared at the back of his head.
“Yeah I know, just remember yours. Speaking of which, weren’t you in violation of you restraining order this whole morning?” the man turned to Gars chuckling.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Ryan should be hearing of my release here pretty soon so he won’t think I’m here, let alone that I was twenty-six feet short of the fifty that the damn restraining order wants me to be. Damn woman, hope she’s rotting in hell now.”
“Don’t we wish that on all our ex’s? Anyway, you need to get going, I have a meeting in forty minutes and don’t need an ex-vigilante seen hanging around in my office.”
“Fine, I’ll give you a call around the usual time tomorrow. By that time Ryan should be informed that I’ve been released but not to worry cause the restraining order is still in place and they’ll be keeping, well attempting to keep an eye on me because they’ve probably already figure out I’m somewhere here in Miami right now.” The two men laughed and Gars stood up.
“Well it’s been a pleasure but as I said I need you to go before you get caught. Have a good day Mr. Wolfe.”
The older man grinned and placed a cap over shaggy brown hair and sunglasses hid his bright green eyes as he stepped out of the portable office.
Case File # 40183628
Victim’s Name- Ryan Alexander Wolfe
Sex- M
DOB- June 7, 1976
Age- Nine
Hair- Brown
Eyes- Green
Height- 3’4”
Weight- 62 lbs
Description- Young male, slight abrasions and bruising covering sixty (60) percent of body, breaking of the first, third, forth, sixth, eighth and ninth right ribs, second, third, fifth, seventh, eighth and ninth left ribs. Minor lacerations on the legs, arms, back and stomach. Head wounds consistent with blunt force trauma. Hairline fractions found in right ankle, right femur, left patella (knee cap) and left ulna and radius. Malnourished, possible mental disorders and suffering from severe insomnia.
Assaulter- Jason Rogers Wolfe
Relationship to Victim- Father
DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!! And the plot thickens! Don’t know if I got all the technical stuff down but I think I did pretty well for looking everything up on wiki. And I couldn’t find anything on a middle name so I made one up for Ryan same thing with the dads name. And as always please R&R
Category: Angst, one-sided (for now) Ryan/Eric, first-time, h/c, mentions of child abuse
Spoilers: “Nailed” later on
Rating: PG-13 but will be NC-17 in later chapters
Pairing: N/A but will be Eric/Ryan
Summary: Ryan Wolfe moved to Miami to get away from his past and make a new life for himself and to forget about his past. What happens when that past comes to present?
Warning: Possible non-con later on, also may be some slight OOC-ness.
Author's Note- I don’t own the show or the characters I’m just borrowing for the sake of this fic.
“You got anything for me Alexx?” Ryan asked, swallowing as Alexx removed something that looked like suspiciously like intestines.
“A little, I didn’t get much on that hand print you found on the neck, and we don’t have anything to compare the skin that we got from under his nails. I did find some bite marks on him and finger nail impressions. Those are on the table there, but like I said we got nothing to compare those to so we still have nothing to go on.” She said.
“Alright I’ll see what I can do with this, thanks Alexx.”
“No problem.” She said, sighing as the door shut behind him, “Horatio I know you’re there.” She said looking into the camera.
“I was wondering when you were going to say something. Right now though I’m more curious about what you didn’t tell Ryan.” He replied and Alexx could imagine the red head tilting his head, over the month he had started taking a liking to Ryan, which made both Ryan and Alexx happy. Though he still refused to do anything about Eric’s attitude and had merely said that Eric would have to change before to long or Alexx would get to handle it. And Ryan was scared of the fact that she took an exuberant pleasure in that.
“H, I’m not about to tell my baby that once I got the victim cleaned up that he looks similar to him. Brown hair, green eyes, height, weight, I don’t like this Horatio.”
“Neither do I Alexx.” She heard ringing come from the speakers, “Sorry it’s my phone thank you Alexx and please keep me posted.”
Alexx went back to work without answering knowing that her boss was already out of the room talking on his phone.
“Caine.”
“Lt. Caine, I got some men up here at the front desk needing to talk to Ryan. They’re being really secretive and I already told Ryan, but I thought I’d call and let you know as well.”
“I see, thank you I’ll be right up.” He said hanging up and heading towards the front desk.
Ryan walked up to the reception desk looking around, “You called?”
The receptionist smiled and pointed behind him, “Those two men there want to talk to you. I will warn you they didn’t tell me anything but there names and were very insistent on seeing you.” She said, “I called Lt. Caine to come up here as well just in case. He should be he-“
“I’m right here Denise thank you. Now Ryan do you have any idea who those men are?”
“No sir, they do look somewhat familiar though.” Ryan said, looking at the two men sitting on the bench.
“Alright let’s go see what they want.” Ryan nodded slowly as they approached.
The men stopped talking and stood when they saw Ryan and Horatio stopped in front of them, “Are one of you Ryan Wofle?” the taller one asked.
“Depends, who are you and what do you want?” Horatio asked steadily, fingering his sunglasses.
“Are you his superior? Lt. Caine I believe.” when he nodded the man continued, “I’m Officer Monroe and this is my partner Officer McCoy. A few days ago there was a prisoner release that concerns Ryan.” Horatio heard Ryan gasp and looked at him from the corner of his eye.
“I’m going to assume that you’re Ryan then. You look nothing like your picture in the file.”
“It’s been twenty-one years I hope I don’t.” he retorted sharply.
“Gentlemen, I suggest that for lack of privacy out here we go to my office.” Horatio broke in and motioned for the men to move as tried to ignore the tense movement of Ryan walking.
“Please take a seat gentlemen, Ryan grab a chair and sit by me if you would.” Ryan did as he was told as the two other officers sat and Officer Monroe brought out a file and started sorting out papers.
“Mr. Wolfe I’m sorry we have to meet under these circumstances, but we prefer to do this in person rather than over the phone.” Monroe said, “I’m going to go ahead and get straight to the point, no doubt you already know, but your father has been released from prison.” Monroe said. Ryan said nothing but all men saw him stiffen.
“If I may ask, why was his father in jail? And if he was released why wasn’t he contacted sooner since he apparently lived a ways from here?” Horatio asked after a long pause.
“We had some complications that arose right before we were to leave to contact Mr. Wolfe here and had to stay.” Monroe began, “As to why he was in jail that’s not something we can release without Mr. Wolfe’s permission as you should know Lt. Caine.”
“Let him see the file.” The voice startled the men slightly and all eyes turned to Ryan who was slouched over, head down and hands fidgeting in his lap.
“Only if you’re sure Ryan.” Monroe said holding the file up.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Monroe sighed and handed the folder over to the outstretched hand and Horatio started reading though it. Fifteen minutes passed and Ryan had started pacing around the room trying to calm his nerves. Calleigh and Eric had popped in but Horatio asked them to leave more with more force than was necessary leaving two very confused CSI’s as to what was going on.
When he was finished Horatio closed the file and placed it on the desk and didn’t look up or speak for several minutes.
“Where is this man.” He said, voice surprisingly calm.
“Somewhere here in Miami. We warned him about coming down this close, and told him that the restraining order of fifty feet was still in place and it’d be in his best interest to stay where he was as he should anyway.” Monroe said.
“Is there anyway to increase that order to at least a hundred feet? And why don’t you know where he is? From what I read he shouldn’t have even been allowed to leave the state, let alone travel across the country.” Horatio said slowly. Monroe and McCoy fidgeted under the fierce stare as they tried to come up with something to say, “I’m waiting gentlemen. Now tell me why you let a convict like this go way out of your jurisdiction into mine. He should have been stopped a long time ago at the first airplane he tried to get on.”
“We’re already pushing it keeping this current order on him, trying to get one on him other than him being in the same state would be near impossible and we didn’t know he was leaving the city. He registered everything under a different name, and when there was a check in call he always called from the same house phone number that we confirmed.”
“So he has an accomplice then. Well gentlemen thank you for your time and have a nice day. One more thing though, this had better not make the news in anyway, if it does and I find out, you had better hope to god that my team doesn’t find him first, cause if they do you won’t have a body to find. Then you’ll have to deal with me.”
“So you see what you needed to see?” Mr. Gars asked the man who stood by the window looking outside.
“Indeed I did. He’s grown up nicely, has his mothers eyes you know, always has, but they weren’t as green as they are now.” The man replied, “My, the last I saw him he was just about to turn nine. Surprising how twenty-one years in prison seem so long.” The man sounded wistful, but the smirk he had made Gars nervous as his visitor turned to look at him.
“So did everything go accordingly?” the man asked walking over to stand beside the French man.
“Oh yes, they won’t find anything right away, it’ll take them awhile for them to find anything and by that time you’ll have Ryan right were you want him.” Mr. Gars smiled and the other man chuckled.
“Yep, but why you would willingly go to prison to be with your boyfriend I still don’t know.”
Gars only smiled, “Like you getting out on good behavior and coming down here to get revenge is any better. You’re just lucky you found someone willing to help you.” Gars smirked as well and the other man turned back to go look out the window again.
“I am very lucky. Just remember your end of the deal and we’ll be square, got it?” the man hissed and Gars glared at the back of his head.
“Yeah I know, just remember yours. Speaking of which, weren’t you in violation of you restraining order this whole morning?” the man turned to Gars chuckling.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Ryan should be hearing of my release here pretty soon so he won’t think I’m here, let alone that I was twenty-six feet short of the fifty that the damn restraining order wants me to be. Damn woman, hope she’s rotting in hell now.”
“Don’t we wish that on all our ex’s? Anyway, you need to get going, I have a meeting in forty minutes and don’t need an ex-vigilante seen hanging around in my office.”
“Fine, I’ll give you a call around the usual time tomorrow. By that time Ryan should be informed that I’ve been released but not to worry cause the restraining order is still in place and they’ll be keeping, well attempting to keep an eye on me because they’ve probably already figure out I’m somewhere here in Miami right now.” The two men laughed and Gars stood up.
“Well it’s been a pleasure but as I said I need you to go before you get caught. Have a good day Mr. Wolfe.”
The older man grinned and placed a cap over shaggy brown hair and sunglasses hid his bright green eyes as he stepped out of the portable office.
Case File # 40183628
Victim’s Name- Ryan Alexander Wolfe
Sex- M
DOB- June 7, 1976
Age- Nine
Hair- Brown
Eyes- Green
Height- 3’4”
Weight- 62 lbs
Description- Young male, slight abrasions and bruising covering sixty (60) percent of body, breaking of the first, third, forth, sixth, eighth and ninth right ribs, second, third, fifth, seventh, eighth and ninth left ribs. Minor lacerations on the legs, arms, back and stomach. Head wounds consistent with blunt force trauma. Hairline fractions found in right ankle, right femur, left patella (knee cap) and left ulna and radius. Malnourished, possible mental disorders and suffering from severe insomnia.
Assaulter- Jason Rogers Wolfe
Relationship to Victim- Father
DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!! And the plot thickens! Don’t know if I got all the technical stuff down but I think I did pretty well for looking everything up on wiki. And I couldn’t find anything on a middle name so I made one up for Ryan same thing with the dads name. And as always please R&R