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Only down hill from here
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.Also this goes through three different perspectives, first is Ryan’s, then Eric’s and then Alexx’s.
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
Sex- M
DOB- August 15, 1956
Age-Twenty-nine
Hair- Brown
Eyes- Green
Height- 6’3”
Weight- 184
Past Crimes- Counts of multiple charges of Child Molestation in different counties and states. Registered at different stations and restraining order not to be within fifty feet of any and all areas pertaining to children i.e schools.
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To say that Ryan Wolfe was panicking could be considered the understatement of the year. If anything Ryan couldn’t even find a word to describe what he was feeling at this point and time.
Pain
Fear
Pain
Hopelessness
Pain…
Ryan shook his head to try and clear his head as he paced back and forth. He barely registered that Horatio was escorting the two men out of his office, barely heard the voice that could be soothing one minute and dangerous the next. So when Horatio appeared in front of him he gasped and took a step back.
“Ryan, are you ok?” he asked gently, noting that the younger man was taking quicker breaths.
“Y-yeah…why wou-wouldn’t I be f-fine.” The obvious stutter made the red head raise a brow and he took another step closer as Ryan’s hands slowly went to his neck as he started gasping.
“Ryan…”
“I can’t breath” was the last thing Ryan got out before his legs gave out and Horatio grabbed him before he hit the ground and lowered the shacking man to the ground before taking out his cell.
“This is Horatio, I need a medical team in my office now. I have a CSI who’s having a panic attack.”
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“ERIC!” Calleigh’s voice startled Eric from the partial fingerprint he was trying to get off of the victim’s glasses and he looked up to see Calleigh stopping at the door, “Ryan’s having an attack in Horatio’s office we need to go.” And then she was gone pulling out her phone. It took a few more seconds for Eric to process what she said and then he was running full speed down the hallways to Horatio’s office. He raced by people who got out of his way before they got ran over and others were pushed aside with a half felt apology thrown back as he shoved past.
By the time he got there, there was a small crowd surrounding the office trying to see what was going on inside. He shoved through them quickly ignoring the “Hey!” and “Watch it!” coming from several people. Finally making it to the door he sighed in relief when he saw Alexx and the Medical Team working on getting him to breath normally again, he was thrown by how shaky Ryan was, but what scared him the most was his eyes. Ryan’s normally beautiful bright green eyes, that were so full of life, were dimmed and unfocused. Eric shook his head, ‘Where did that come from?’ he thought.
“Eric would you get these people out of here! Ryan isn’t a side show attraction!” Alexx hissed glaring outside.
Nodding Eric turned to the crowd frowning, “Don’t you all have things you should be doing? This is a crime lab not a circus, now go!” he yelled, a few people looked at him and rolled their eyes before leaving. The people who did stay moved closer and Eric growled. “If the rest of you don’t leave in the next five seconds I will have Alexx come out here to deal with you all.” Though he had a feeling it would be Alexx keeping him from dealing with the group.
“Alright we got him breathing normally.” One of the MT’s said as he took away the oxygen mask.
“Ryan? Baby can you tell me how you’re feeling?” Eric had to smile at the soft motherly tone Alexx used when she was worried.
“I’m…ok, I think, just embarrassed that everyone saw it.” He was flushed and Eric was pleased to see it traveled down his neck. ‘I wonder if his body-WOAH! And I’m stopping that train of thought right there. Why would I care if Ryan’s body turned a nice shade of pink when he was flustered or hard from…Dammit!’ he hated his thoughts sometimes.
Alexx’s voice snapped him from any further thoughts; “Eric would you mind helping me get Ryan into a chair?”
“Sure.” He did not just squeak, nope not him. No one seemed to notice though and he walked the short distance and bent down to grab Ryan from behind. He wasn’t shocked when Ryan stumbled forward after he got him somewhat standing and instinctively wrapped an arm around the smaller man’s waist to keep him upright, noting that they just fit together perfectly. ‘Delko you really need to stop with all these weird thoughts.’ He scolded himself as he got Ryan into a chair.
“Good, then Horatio I want to speak with you. Right now.” Alexx’s voice left no room for argument as she turned to go out of the office knowing the red head would be following.
“You doing ok now?” He asked, he couldn’t decide if he should sound concerned or not after what had just transpired in the office. On one hand Ryan was a…teammate and on the other he didn’t like Ryan. Then there was that third invisible hand that had been putting weird thoughts in his head for a while now.
“Yeah I’m fine. Just really embarrassed about it happening at work.” He chuckled slightly, “Though I’m glad it was relatively calm.”
“Relatively calm? How many have you had?” Eric asked bewildered and genuinely curious.
“Quite a few. Being OCD makes it easier for me to have them and more often than people without it. I’ve been sent to the hospital a few times because they were so bad. I was the only fourth grader to leave school on a stretcher because someone spilt some paint on me by accident. I was home schooled for a while after that.”
Eric tried imagining Ryan as a ten year old. Shorter, lanky, more awkward than he is now, and big green eyes. He shook his head, “Wow that must have been hard growing up.”
Silence met his statement and a quick glance showed Ryan bringing his long legs awkwardly to his chest in the small chair. A protective move that Eric was too familiar with from his school days.
A flash of red caught Eric’s eye on the desk and he turned his head out of curiosity to look at the object.
RYAN A. WOLFE- TOP PRIORITY CONFIDENTIAL
Eric blinked. Top Priority? Confidential? Why the hell would Ryan have a folder that was top priority and confidential. Without thinking he pulled it closer and he heard a gasp come from behind him.
“Please don’t look at that!” the whispered exclamation startled him and he looked at Ryan who suddenly looked so fragile and small sitting in that chair.
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Motioning into an empty office Horatio went in and watched Alexx close the door and shut the blinds before turning her attention fully on him.
“Alright Horatio you have exactly five seconds to start telling me what just happened.” She began glaring, “And don’t feed me crap of ‘He just had a panic attack.’ I know that Horatio and I want to know exactly what set it off.”
To her surprise he sighed and lowered his head like he was thinking. “You would need to ask Ryan about the details. I can, however, tell you that his father was just released from prison and is somewhere in Miami.”
“Prison? Why would he be getting out of prison? Horatio what is going on here?” Alexx asked clenching and unclenching her hands.
“That is what you’re going to have to ask Ryan. I only found out cause I got called, so it’ll be up to Ryan whether he tells you or not.” Alexx looked taken back for a second.
“Oh my god…is it really that bad Horatio?” she whispered.
When he didn’t reply she quickly exited the room.
“Please don’t look at that!” Ryan whispered and Alexx stopped in the doorway as she saw Eric turn his attention from a file on the desk to Ryan who was curled up in the chair.
Alexx held her breath as Eric just looked at Ryan before slowly nodding and taking his hand off the folder. She sighed and took a step into the room, “Ryan, you still doing ok?”
Ryan nodded and she smiled before turning her attention to Eric who had yet to take his eyes off Ryan. ‘Maybe Ryan has a chance after all.’ She thought smiling wider. “Eric honey would you mind leaving me alone with Ryan for a few minutes? I need to talk to him about some stuff.”
Eric snapped out of his daze and, realizing what he’d been doing, nodded curtly before walking as quickly out of the room, barely missing Horatio as he walked into the room.
“Ryan, baby, what’s going on?” Alexx asked softly, kneeling down in front of Ryan.
Ryan was quiet for several minutes before he looked up at Alexx, “My…dad just got out of prison. You…you can look at the folder if you want.” He was apprehensive, she could tell by his voice and body language.
“Baby, if you think I’m going to hate you, or whatever, you’re wrong.” She said softly and cupped his cheek gently. He leaned into the touch and Alexx bent forward to kiss his forehead then got up and grabbed the folder and sat down behind Horatio’s desk before opening it.
“Ryan?” Horatio’s voice was almost hesitant and it made Alexx look over at the two men before turning her attention back to the folder. “I’m not going to pressure you or anything, but I think you should tell Eric and Calleigh. If they’re with you on the field they’re going to have to know what to do if…he shows up un-expectedly.”
Ryan said nothing and the only sound coming from the room was the occasional rustle of paper and light breathing.
Ten minutes later had Alexx slamming the folder closed, “That bastard.” She hissed. “How can someone do that to a child? And just a baby, I want to find that bastard and give him someone his own size to pick on.” She clenched her hands and took a deep breath.
“Horatio’s right though, you should tell the others. This isn’t something that Horatio and I can handle alone. You won’t be at scenes with us all the time.”
Ryan nodded and took a shuddering breath, “I know I need to, but I don’t want to. Gods I don’t want to.”
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As always R&R :D
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.Also this goes through three different perspectives, first is Ryan’s, then Eric’s and then Alexx’s.
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
Sex- M
DOB- August 15, 1956
Age-Twenty-nine
Hair- Brown
Eyes- Green
Height- 6’3”
Weight- 184
Past Crimes- Counts of multiple charges of Child Molestation in different counties and states. Registered at different stations and restraining order not to be within fifty feet of any and all areas pertaining to children i.e schools.
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To say that Ryan Wolfe was panicking could be considered the understatement of the year. If anything Ryan couldn’t even find a word to describe what he was feeling at this point and time.
Pain
Fear
Pain
Hopelessness
Pain…
Ryan shook his head to try and clear his head as he paced back and forth. He barely registered that Horatio was escorting the two men out of his office, barely heard the voice that could be soothing one minute and dangerous the next. So when Horatio appeared in front of him he gasped and took a step back.
“Ryan, are you ok?” he asked gently, noting that the younger man was taking quicker breaths.
“Y-yeah…why wou-wouldn’t I be f-fine.” The obvious stutter made the red head raise a brow and he took another step closer as Ryan’s hands slowly went to his neck as he started gasping.
“Ryan…”
“I can’t breath” was the last thing Ryan got out before his legs gave out and Horatio grabbed him before he hit the ground and lowered the shacking man to the ground before taking out his cell.
“This is Horatio, I need a medical team in my office now. I have a CSI who’s having a panic attack.”
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“ERIC!” Calleigh’s voice startled Eric from the partial fingerprint he was trying to get off of the victim’s glasses and he looked up to see Calleigh stopping at the door, “Ryan’s having an attack in Horatio’s office we need to go.” And then she was gone pulling out her phone. It took a few more seconds for Eric to process what she said and then he was running full speed down the hallways to Horatio’s office. He raced by people who got out of his way before they got ran over and others were pushed aside with a half felt apology thrown back as he shoved past.
By the time he got there, there was a small crowd surrounding the office trying to see what was going on inside. He shoved through them quickly ignoring the “Hey!” and “Watch it!” coming from several people. Finally making it to the door he sighed in relief when he saw Alexx and the Medical Team working on getting him to breath normally again, he was thrown by how shaky Ryan was, but what scared him the most was his eyes. Ryan’s normally beautiful bright green eyes, that were so full of life, were dimmed and unfocused. Eric shook his head, ‘Where did that come from?’ he thought.
“Eric would you get these people out of here! Ryan isn’t a side show attraction!” Alexx hissed glaring outside.
Nodding Eric turned to the crowd frowning, “Don’t you all have things you should be doing? This is a crime lab not a circus, now go!” he yelled, a few people looked at him and rolled their eyes before leaving. The people who did stay moved closer and Eric growled. “If the rest of you don’t leave in the next five seconds I will have Alexx come out here to deal with you all.” Though he had a feeling it would be Alexx keeping him from dealing with the group.
“Alright we got him breathing normally.” One of the MT’s said as he took away the oxygen mask.
“Ryan? Baby can you tell me how you’re feeling?” Eric had to smile at the soft motherly tone Alexx used when she was worried.
“I’m…ok, I think, just embarrassed that everyone saw it.” He was flushed and Eric was pleased to see it traveled down his neck. ‘I wonder if his body-WOAH! And I’m stopping that train of thought right there. Why would I care if Ryan’s body turned a nice shade of pink when he was flustered or hard from…Dammit!’ he hated his thoughts sometimes.
Alexx’s voice snapped him from any further thoughts; “Eric would you mind helping me get Ryan into a chair?”
“Sure.” He did not just squeak, nope not him. No one seemed to notice though and he walked the short distance and bent down to grab Ryan from behind. He wasn’t shocked when Ryan stumbled forward after he got him somewhat standing and instinctively wrapped an arm around the smaller man’s waist to keep him upright, noting that they just fit together perfectly. ‘Delko you really need to stop with all these weird thoughts.’ He scolded himself as he got Ryan into a chair.
“Good, then Horatio I want to speak with you. Right now.” Alexx’s voice left no room for argument as she turned to go out of the office knowing the red head would be following.
“You doing ok now?” He asked, he couldn’t decide if he should sound concerned or not after what had just transpired in the office. On one hand Ryan was a…teammate and on the other he didn’t like Ryan. Then there was that third invisible hand that had been putting weird thoughts in his head for a while now.
“Yeah I’m fine. Just really embarrassed about it happening at work.” He chuckled slightly, “Though I’m glad it was relatively calm.”
“Relatively calm? How many have you had?” Eric asked bewildered and genuinely curious.
“Quite a few. Being OCD makes it easier for me to have them and more often than people without it. I’ve been sent to the hospital a few times because they were so bad. I was the only fourth grader to leave school on a stretcher because someone spilt some paint on me by accident. I was home schooled for a while after that.”
Eric tried imagining Ryan as a ten year old. Shorter, lanky, more awkward than he is now, and big green eyes. He shook his head, “Wow that must have been hard growing up.”
Silence met his statement and a quick glance showed Ryan bringing his long legs awkwardly to his chest in the small chair. A protective move that Eric was too familiar with from his school days.
A flash of red caught Eric’s eye on the desk and he turned his head out of curiosity to look at the object.
RYAN A. WOLFE- TOP PRIORITY CONFIDENTIAL
Eric blinked. Top Priority? Confidential? Why the hell would Ryan have a folder that was top priority and confidential. Without thinking he pulled it closer and he heard a gasp come from behind him.
“Please don’t look at that!” the whispered exclamation startled him and he looked at Ryan who suddenly looked so fragile and small sitting in that chair.
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Motioning into an empty office Horatio went in and watched Alexx close the door and shut the blinds before turning her attention fully on him.
“Alright Horatio you have exactly five seconds to start telling me what just happened.” She began glaring, “And don’t feed me crap of ‘He just had a panic attack.’ I know that Horatio and I want to know exactly what set it off.”
To her surprise he sighed and lowered his head like he was thinking. “You would need to ask Ryan about the details. I can, however, tell you that his father was just released from prison and is somewhere in Miami.”
“Prison? Why would he be getting out of prison? Horatio what is going on here?” Alexx asked clenching and unclenching her hands.
“That is what you’re going to have to ask Ryan. I only found out cause I got called, so it’ll be up to Ryan whether he tells you or not.” Alexx looked taken back for a second.
“Oh my god…is it really that bad Horatio?” she whispered.
When he didn’t reply she quickly exited the room.
“Please don’t look at that!” Ryan whispered and Alexx stopped in the doorway as she saw Eric turn his attention from a file on the desk to Ryan who was curled up in the chair.
Alexx held her breath as Eric just looked at Ryan before slowly nodding and taking his hand off the folder. She sighed and took a step into the room, “Ryan, you still doing ok?”
Ryan nodded and she smiled before turning her attention to Eric who had yet to take his eyes off Ryan. ‘Maybe Ryan has a chance after all.’ She thought smiling wider. “Eric honey would you mind leaving me alone with Ryan for a few minutes? I need to talk to him about some stuff.”
Eric snapped out of his daze and, realizing what he’d been doing, nodded curtly before walking as quickly out of the room, barely missing Horatio as he walked into the room.
“Ryan, baby, what’s going on?” Alexx asked softly, kneeling down in front of Ryan.
Ryan was quiet for several minutes before he looked up at Alexx, “My…dad just got out of prison. You…you can look at the folder if you want.” He was apprehensive, she could tell by his voice and body language.
“Baby, if you think I’m going to hate you, or whatever, you’re wrong.” She said softly and cupped his cheek gently. He leaned into the touch and Alexx bent forward to kiss his forehead then got up and grabbed the folder and sat down behind Horatio’s desk before opening it.
“Ryan?” Horatio’s voice was almost hesitant and it made Alexx look over at the two men before turning her attention back to the folder. “I’m not going to pressure you or anything, but I think you should tell Eric and Calleigh. If they’re with you on the field they’re going to have to know what to do if…he shows up un-expectedly.”
Ryan said nothing and the only sound coming from the room was the occasional rustle of paper and light breathing.
Ten minutes later had Alexx slamming the folder closed, “That bastard.” She hissed. “How can someone do that to a child? And just a baby, I want to find that bastard and give him someone his own size to pick on.” She clenched her hands and took a deep breath.
“Horatio’s right though, you should tell the others. This isn’t something that Horatio and I can handle alone. You won’t be at scenes with us all the time.”
Ryan nodded and took a shuddering breath, “I know I need to, but I don’t want to. Gods I don’t want to.”
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As always R&R :D