Consequences E/C Fanfic
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Monica1604
CSI Level One
I'm glad Calleigh is finally ok, it looks likw now it's Nirvana's turn to suffer. This story is surely extraodrinary.:thumbsup:
gottaluvcsi
Police Officer
Thirty-One
Calleigh looked over at Eric and squeezed his hand and smiled at him reassuringly, “I’m fine,” it was her trademark; it wouldn’t be Calleigh if she didn’t continue to say that.
“Why did you faint earlier this evening?” Calleigh stared at him for a second. He felt her shift until her head was resting on his chest.
The two currently lay in his large bed staring at the ceiling. He found himself threading his fingers through her gorgeous blond locks. He felt her shudder, she was uncomfortable, “Eric—,” he knew she was going to be difficult about this.
Eric moved his hand down and cupped her face and turned her more towards him, “Tell me,” his eyes looked at her pleadingly, “Please,” his voice was no louder than a whisper.
Calleigh’s body and mind screamed for her to say no, but she couldn’t. She took in a deep breath, Eric could see her eyes in the moonlight, “Everything came back so fast,” he didn’t know what she meant, “Russia,” he nodded. After he got shot, when he walked to the scene, everything hit him. He almost fainted. Almost.
But Calleigh lost a child.
The loss of a child was a much greater loss than a few memory gaps that Eric had experienced. Life over memories. Life.
He held her closer to him, “It’s gonna be okay, Cal,” she wanted that to be true. She truly did. She just felt like it would never be. She felt as if she couldn’t endure the pain of having another child any time soon, “You’re gonna be okay,” again, she wanted to believe that. That one stubborn part of her just wouldn’t let her.
She buried her head deeper into his chest and inhaled the scent of him that drove her wild, “I know,” she just wanted it to be true. She wanted everything to do with the Russian mob to be over. She knew it was just the beginning. They did nothing but anger them more.
“I love you,” Calleigh felt guilty whenever he told her. She lost his child. He was still telling her that he loved her. He didn’t have to.
She looked back up at him, “I love you,” she smiled up at him.
She just wanted to be okay.
…
Ryan sat at the bar. He was staring at the halfway empty beer bottle. It was only his first. His thoughts had been elsewhere, not on his drinking. All he did was fiddle slightly with the bottle before taking a quick swig.
He was about to make a decision that would change everything.
But then he saw someone out of the corner of his left eye sit down next to him. A woman. But not just any woman. Alexx.
“Alexx?” he stared at her for a second.
She didn’t seem surprised to see him, she just looked at him, “What is Detective McAlister like at your apartment?”
It took a few seconds for it to click in Ryan’s head, “Nirvana?” she nodded, “She’s great…” Alexx looked at him in the eye, “Just a little abrasive here and there,” Alexx sighed, “What?”
“You need to talk to her, Ryan,” Ryan scooted closer, “She needs an attitude adjustment,” Ryan raised his eyebrow, “She can’t go around talking to some of the people that she does now. It’s unprofessional an if she’ll be fired in less than an hour if she keeps it up!”
He looked down, “I know.”
Alexx looked at him straight in the eye, then her voice and gaze softened, “Baby, is there somethin’ you wanna tell me?” he looked up at her, “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Nirvana’s my fiancé,” Alexx leaned back a bit, “I hadn’t seen her in two years,” Alexx nodded, still taking it in, “Her real name is Lila Sharova,” Alexx looked back at him again, “She’s Eric’s little sister.”
Alexx then inhaled then exhaled, she knew more than Eric and Calleigh did, “I can’t marry her Alexx,” she looked at his eyes. They were mixed with confusion and sadness. Horror as well. Alexx knew both of them were young, she also knew that he loved her more than anything.
“I don’t want to marry Nirvana McAlister,” he buried his face in his hands, “I want to marry Lila Sharova,” he got up and laid a twenty on the table and picked up his jacket and swung it over his shoulders.
“Ryan,” Alexx touched his shoulder, “What are you gonna do?”
He ran his hand over his face then removed his hand, sorrow was the only thing there, “For her own good,” Alexx stepped closer, “I can’t marry her,” he turned and left leaving Alexx standing there.
Ryan would need all the help in the world.
…
Calleigh walked into a beautiful garden. It was perfect, beautiful flowers everywhere and the scent of spring filling her nostrils. She held a bouquet of flowers. Three different colours to be exact. She looked in front of her, the veil in front of her eyes slightly impairing the sight of what was in front of her.
Eric.
He stood before her in a freshly dry-cleaned tux. The anticipation in his eyes made her heart beat faster and her breath hitch in her throat. She stood in front of him, the dress she wore suddenly feeling heavy.
Then he started to speak.
They exchanged their vows. They’re love for each other.
He lifted the veil from her face and leaned in. His lips were pressed against hers. The dress that covered her suddenly felt weightless. The clapping of people behind her brought her back to the present. She pulled back and gazed at Eric who showed nothing more than love.
Horatio, her parents, her family, his family, and Nirvana stood up clapping. Calleigh turned and gazed at Alexx behind her, tears were pricking her eyes. Her baby girl was getting married. Smiling, Calleigh looked down at her ring, she felt happy. The emotion she had longed to feel on a daily basis was here.
She smiled when Eric took her hand in his and led her down the aisle, “I’ll love you forever,” he whispered in her ear. She looked up at him.
“I know,” she pulled him closer to her and cupped his cheek, “I will always love you,” then she kissed him.
Then she woke up.
She was in Eric’s embrace.
She snuggled deeper into him, wishing her dream had been real.
It was all a dream…
It wasn’t real…
But their love for each other was.
…
“Shit!” Nirvana hissed as she poured the cleanser on the cut that was bleeding furiously on her hand. She held it close to her body and examined it once more. Her skin was stained with blood. The whole entire bathroom smelled of the rusty crimson substance.
She pulled her arm slowly from her body and examined it from a farther distance. She didn’t like what she was about to do.
She held the needle in her left hand. She gulped. Not being left handed wasn’t really a perk in this situation. The next feeling she had was the needle going under her skin and piercing through the other side. She gritted her teeth and felt the urge to clamp her hands into tight fists. Then she did it again.
“Lila?” she heard a voice sound through the apartment. Ryan was back, “Lila?” the voice sounded slightly frantic. Good thing she closed the door, “Lila, are you in there?”
“Yes,” she halfway mumbled. Then she heard the door open. She squeezed her eyes shut and knew what was coming next.
“Nirvana?” her breath caught in her throat at the use of her middle name coming from his lips, “What have you done?” he leaned down and grabbed her hand from her grasp. She only needed one more.
“How did this happen?” he demanded, “How?”
Tears pricked her eyes, “I don’t know,” she lied not wanting to get him caught up in the Russian mob plot. Little did she know he already was, “I was jumped outside of the apartment,” pity flashed through his eyes for a second before he took the needle and finished the last stitch.
“I need some more on my arm,” his eyes traveled up her hand and noticed the dry and wet blood pouring down her arm.
“God, Nirvana,” he took the cleanser and applied it. She bit her bottom lip. The feelings she felt as he stitched her arm up were enough to make her want to vomit over the linoleum floor.
He was done in about three minutes. He did it slowly and carefully. Then he looked at her face. Disheveled hair, black eye forming, and a cut on the corner of the mouth. He also noticed her knuckles were heavily bruised and bleeding.
He sighed and ran his hands over his face, “I want you out of here,” she tried to get up, “Go stay with Horatio, I already called him.”
“What?” she reached out with her left hand, “Ryan, what are yo—,” he swung back in her face quickly.
“You’re not Lila!” he almost screamed it out, “You’re Nirvana!”
She shrugged, “What’s the difference?” she felt lightheaded. Blood loss.
“Lila Sharova was caring, gentle, my fiancé, and most of all the woman I love,” he glared at her, she felt the pit form deep in her stomach once more, “Nirvana McAlister is abrasive, rude, sarcastic,” she leaned away from him, “You’ve insulted my friends and they’ve done nothing to you.”
Her eyes softened, “Ryan—,” she tried to put her hand on his cheek.
He pushed her hand away, “Get out.”
“Ryan, please,” her voice wavered.
“Get the hell out of my apartment!” he grabbed her good arm making her stand on her feet then pushed her towards the door, “Just get out,” she felt nothing but pain.
She felt numb.
Calleigh looked over at Eric and squeezed his hand and smiled at him reassuringly, “I’m fine,” it was her trademark; it wouldn’t be Calleigh if she didn’t continue to say that.
“Why did you faint earlier this evening?” Calleigh stared at him for a second. He felt her shift until her head was resting on his chest.
The two currently lay in his large bed staring at the ceiling. He found himself threading his fingers through her gorgeous blond locks. He felt her shudder, she was uncomfortable, “Eric—,” he knew she was going to be difficult about this.
Eric moved his hand down and cupped her face and turned her more towards him, “Tell me,” his eyes looked at her pleadingly, “Please,” his voice was no louder than a whisper.
Calleigh’s body and mind screamed for her to say no, but she couldn’t. She took in a deep breath, Eric could see her eyes in the moonlight, “Everything came back so fast,” he didn’t know what she meant, “Russia,” he nodded. After he got shot, when he walked to the scene, everything hit him. He almost fainted. Almost.
But Calleigh lost a child.
The loss of a child was a much greater loss than a few memory gaps that Eric had experienced. Life over memories. Life.
He held her closer to him, “It’s gonna be okay, Cal,” she wanted that to be true. She truly did. She just felt like it would never be. She felt as if she couldn’t endure the pain of having another child any time soon, “You’re gonna be okay,” again, she wanted to believe that. That one stubborn part of her just wouldn’t let her.
She buried her head deeper into his chest and inhaled the scent of him that drove her wild, “I know,” she just wanted it to be true. She wanted everything to do with the Russian mob to be over. She knew it was just the beginning. They did nothing but anger them more.
“I love you,” Calleigh felt guilty whenever he told her. She lost his child. He was still telling her that he loved her. He didn’t have to.
She looked back up at him, “I love you,” she smiled up at him.
She just wanted to be okay.
…
Ryan sat at the bar. He was staring at the halfway empty beer bottle. It was only his first. His thoughts had been elsewhere, not on his drinking. All he did was fiddle slightly with the bottle before taking a quick swig.
He was about to make a decision that would change everything.
But then he saw someone out of the corner of his left eye sit down next to him. A woman. But not just any woman. Alexx.
“Alexx?” he stared at her for a second.
She didn’t seem surprised to see him, she just looked at him, “What is Detective McAlister like at your apartment?”
It took a few seconds for it to click in Ryan’s head, “Nirvana?” she nodded, “She’s great…” Alexx looked at him in the eye, “Just a little abrasive here and there,” Alexx sighed, “What?”
“You need to talk to her, Ryan,” Ryan scooted closer, “She needs an attitude adjustment,” Ryan raised his eyebrow, “She can’t go around talking to some of the people that she does now. It’s unprofessional an if she’ll be fired in less than an hour if she keeps it up!”
He looked down, “I know.”
Alexx looked at him straight in the eye, then her voice and gaze softened, “Baby, is there somethin’ you wanna tell me?” he looked up at her, “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Nirvana’s my fiancé,” Alexx leaned back a bit, “I hadn’t seen her in two years,” Alexx nodded, still taking it in, “Her real name is Lila Sharova,” Alexx looked back at him again, “She’s Eric’s little sister.”
Alexx then inhaled then exhaled, she knew more than Eric and Calleigh did, “I can’t marry her Alexx,” she looked at his eyes. They were mixed with confusion and sadness. Horror as well. Alexx knew both of them were young, she also knew that he loved her more than anything.
“I don’t want to marry Nirvana McAlister,” he buried his face in his hands, “I want to marry Lila Sharova,” he got up and laid a twenty on the table and picked up his jacket and swung it over his shoulders.
“Ryan,” Alexx touched his shoulder, “What are you gonna do?”
He ran his hand over his face then removed his hand, sorrow was the only thing there, “For her own good,” Alexx stepped closer, “I can’t marry her,” he turned and left leaving Alexx standing there.
Ryan would need all the help in the world.
…
Calleigh walked into a beautiful garden. It was perfect, beautiful flowers everywhere and the scent of spring filling her nostrils. She held a bouquet of flowers. Three different colours to be exact. She looked in front of her, the veil in front of her eyes slightly impairing the sight of what was in front of her.
Eric.
He stood before her in a freshly dry-cleaned tux. The anticipation in his eyes made her heart beat faster and her breath hitch in her throat. She stood in front of him, the dress she wore suddenly feeling heavy.
Then he started to speak.
They exchanged their vows. They’re love for each other.
He lifted the veil from her face and leaned in. His lips were pressed against hers. The dress that covered her suddenly felt weightless. The clapping of people behind her brought her back to the present. She pulled back and gazed at Eric who showed nothing more than love.
Horatio, her parents, her family, his family, and Nirvana stood up clapping. Calleigh turned and gazed at Alexx behind her, tears were pricking her eyes. Her baby girl was getting married. Smiling, Calleigh looked down at her ring, she felt happy. The emotion she had longed to feel on a daily basis was here.
She smiled when Eric took her hand in his and led her down the aisle, “I’ll love you forever,” he whispered in her ear. She looked up at him.
“I know,” she pulled him closer to her and cupped his cheek, “I will always love you,” then she kissed him.
Then she woke up.
She was in Eric’s embrace.
She snuggled deeper into him, wishing her dream had been real.
It was all a dream…
It wasn’t real…
But their love for each other was.
…
“Shit!” Nirvana hissed as she poured the cleanser on the cut that was bleeding furiously on her hand. She held it close to her body and examined it once more. Her skin was stained with blood. The whole entire bathroom smelled of the rusty crimson substance.
She pulled her arm slowly from her body and examined it from a farther distance. She didn’t like what she was about to do.
She held the needle in her left hand. She gulped. Not being left handed wasn’t really a perk in this situation. The next feeling she had was the needle going under her skin and piercing through the other side. She gritted her teeth and felt the urge to clamp her hands into tight fists. Then she did it again.
“Lila?” she heard a voice sound through the apartment. Ryan was back, “Lila?” the voice sounded slightly frantic. Good thing she closed the door, “Lila, are you in there?”
“Yes,” she halfway mumbled. Then she heard the door open. She squeezed her eyes shut and knew what was coming next.
“Nirvana?” her breath caught in her throat at the use of her middle name coming from his lips, “What have you done?” he leaned down and grabbed her hand from her grasp. She only needed one more.
“How did this happen?” he demanded, “How?”
Tears pricked her eyes, “I don’t know,” she lied not wanting to get him caught up in the Russian mob plot. Little did she know he already was, “I was jumped outside of the apartment,” pity flashed through his eyes for a second before he took the needle and finished the last stitch.
“I need some more on my arm,” his eyes traveled up her hand and noticed the dry and wet blood pouring down her arm.
“God, Nirvana,” he took the cleanser and applied it. She bit her bottom lip. The feelings she felt as he stitched her arm up were enough to make her want to vomit over the linoleum floor.
He was done in about three minutes. He did it slowly and carefully. Then he looked at her face. Disheveled hair, black eye forming, and a cut on the corner of the mouth. He also noticed her knuckles were heavily bruised and bleeding.
He sighed and ran his hands over his face, “I want you out of here,” she tried to get up, “Go stay with Horatio, I already called him.”
“What?” she reached out with her left hand, “Ryan, what are yo—,” he swung back in her face quickly.
“You’re not Lila!” he almost screamed it out, “You’re Nirvana!”
She shrugged, “What’s the difference?” she felt lightheaded. Blood loss.
“Lila Sharova was caring, gentle, my fiancé, and most of all the woman I love,” he glared at her, she felt the pit form deep in her stomach once more, “Nirvana McAlister is abrasive, rude, sarcastic,” she leaned away from him, “You’ve insulted my friends and they’ve done nothing to you.”
Her eyes softened, “Ryan—,” she tried to put her hand on his cheek.
He pushed her hand away, “Get out.”
“Ryan, please,” her voice wavered.
“Get the hell out of my apartment!” he grabbed her good arm making her stand on her feet then pushed her towards the door, “Just get out,” she felt nothing but pain.
She felt numb.
Monica1604
CSI Level One
I'm glad Eric and Calleigh are finally happy, even if they still suffer because of the baby. I guess it's time for them to rest and enjoy each other. I love the part with Calleigh's dream, very sweet.
But Ryan broke up with Nirvana, wow you always find a way to surprise me.
But Ryan broke up with Nirvana, wow you always find a way to surprise me.
gottaluvcsi
Police Officer
I know what everyone's probably thinking, Gottaluvcsi/Leighannamarie's late posting this by a couple of days. She started working on this a couple of days ago and finished writing it yesterday. I didn't (I'm her cousin btw) get it from her husband until earlier today and haven't had time to type it up. She has terrible handwriting. She wrote it on paper and kept writing while she was in the hospital...and she still is.
Thirty-Two
Nirvana sped down the road in her silver Volvo. She turned a sharp corner and raced down and abruptly stopped in front of a small house. She stared at if for a second and traced her fingers unconsciously over the steering wheel. She sighed and looked down to cut the engine off. Her hand met the latch on the door and pushed it open. She stepped out on the moist ground beneath her feet and slammed the door shut. She hit the ‘lock’ button on her keys. The lights flashed and the car beeped in confirmation that it was secure.
She ignored the sidewalk and walked on the moist grass up to the front door. She paused before she reached down and pressed the doorbell. Within a few seconds, the hall light was turned on, she heard a door unlock, and the door opened to a very drowsy Horatio Caine.
“Come on in, Nirvana,” he escorted her in slowly. She could tell he was groggy, truth to be told, so was she.
She took a few steps in the house and turned to look at him, “Ryan called you,” he looked at her, “Didn’t he?” he nodded, “What did he tell you exactly?” she was truly curious.
He ran his hand through his red hair and looked at the invisible bug on the wall, “That he’s had enough of you,” she nodded, “I’ll show you to your room,” he cut the light off and headed towards the spare guest room in the dark.
Nirvana bumped into a table.
Horatio turned slowly and watched as it didn’t affect her. She just moved away from the table and continued behind him. He stopped in front of a door and opened it, she looked inside, it was nice. The curtains were left open letting moonlight shine through. The golden comforter was a nice touch.
She looked at him and gave him the best sincere smile she could muster, “Thank you,” she stepped in and watched as he retreated. She continued to smile as she turned and looked in the mirror. She didn’t see Nirvana McAlister for once in her life.
She saw Lila Sharova.
Nirvana immediately frowned and ran a hand through her beautiful dark brown hair and then her hands found her jacket. Ever so carefully, she slid it off her shoulders and tossed it on a nearby chair. She then walked over to the bed, sat on it, and started undoing her bootlaces.
She grimaced when her hand was being used. It hurt. After her boots were removed, she sat up again and removed her belt then her blue jeans. Then she pulled back the covers and fell asleep.
It was immediate.
…
Calleigh woke up to the sunshine…and in Eric’s arms. She snuggled deeper into him and smiled. She heard a slight chuckle as the arms tightened around her. Calleigh felt his lips behind her ear and press feather-light kisses on her. She smiled even bigger.
“I have to go to work,” Eric sounded like he regretted it. Calleigh wished he didn’t have too. Someone had to pay the bills.
Calleigh turned and looked at him, “I’m gonna talk to Horatio today,” he looked at her.
“Seriously?”
She ran her hands over his muscular chest, “I want my old job back,” she leaned forward and carefully pressed a kiss to his full lips, “I might want to wait a week though,” she moved her bad arm a bit making him acknowledge the fact that ‘it still hurt’.
“For an interview?”
She shook her head, “No, for just actually working,” he nodded and leaned closer to her, “You need to shave,” her voice was soft. He looked down at her and she gave him the most innocent smile he’s ever seen from her, “What?”
He chuckled a bit, “I’m gonna be late,” he kissed her forehead and left quickly towards the bathroom. She watched him briefly before she quickly got up from the bed and headed into the kitchen.
Breakfast sounded real good right now.
…
Ryan was pouring himself a hot cup of coffee before he heard the break room door open. He turned his head to see Nirvana standing in the doorway, hands still resting on the frame. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Good morning,” she gave him a pleasant smile. Her voice was also smooth…sweet…Australian.
He didn’t want to look at her. It was an act. She was a good liar, he knew it, “Morning,” he added some sugar, “What are you doing here?” he asked a little too harshly. He regretted his tone immediately. Knowing Nirvana/Lila 101, never use the wrong tone. It went for the both of them.
He was still confused by her ‘multiple personalities.’
“Look, I’m so—,” he slammed the sugar down on the counter and whirled around and looked at her viciously.
“No you’re not!” he was on the verge at screaming at her. Tears pricked her eyes at his sudden aggressiveness, “You’re not Lila Sharova!” he already told her this the night before.
“You’ve been a self centered, abrasive,” he paused, “Bitch!” he spat at her. She took a step back. He was pissing her off. Good.
And also hurting her at the same time.
Not good.
“Rya-,” that was her warning tone. He cut her off though.
“Don’t say that,” he knocked the coffee cup over and searing hot liquid rolled over the edge and onto the floor, the mug shattered in the process. Shock filled her eyes, “Just don’t say that!” He took a step towards her stepping over the mug, “It’s Officer Wolfe to you,” he could see the tears pricking her dark chocolate eyes.
She backed away, “You’re a bastard!” she screamed it; she screamed it loud enough for everyone to hear. She moved back until she was grasping the frame of the door, “Go to hell!” she screamed even louder than the first time.
A crowd formed outside the break room’s glass walls.
“I never want to see your ass again!” she pushed the ring off her finger and grasped it tightly in her left hand until her knuckles turned white, “You call me selfish, look in the mirror,” she took a step forward, “Then you’ll see the real bitch,” her voice became low.
“Until then, I don’t even know you, Officer Wolfe,” she moved back three feet, “Goodbye,” she spat then hurled the diamond ring at him, it hit him in the head hard enough for the rough diamond to cut into his skin.
She turned on her heel and walked quickly out the door. Everyone noticed the tears pricking the young woman’s eyes as she left the floor. The faces were mixed with confusion. Some shocked, some angry.
What had he done?
He was the asshole.
…
Eric walked into the lobby holding his bag on his shoulder. He smiled at the receptionist basically saying “I’m not miserable today…I got the love of my life back!”
Then the doors dinged open and a five foot four woman walked out with her head down. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was Nirvana. She ran into him and looked up at him. Her eyes were red and puffy.
“Nirvana?” his voice was filled with amazement, “What happened?”
She gritted her teeth, “Ask Officer Wolfe,” she spat as she moved past him towards the doors and headed out to the parking lot. Something wasn’t right.
He moved towards the elevators and pressed the number. Then he was going up. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before the doors opened. People were chatting around the lab as if something had happened.
Eric wasn’t the center of attention.
Ryan was.
Eric moved towards him and stood in trace lab with his hands on his hips, “What happened?” Ryan’s head turned. A nasty cut was seen as Ryan removed the ice from it.
“Lila,” Ryan whispered her name. Eric was able to catch it.
“Excuse me?”
Ryan threw the ice down, “You’re little sister!” he kicked the table, “That’s who!” he spat and tried to move away from Eric until Eric grabbed his arm.
“I have a younger sister?”
“You didn’t know that the little sharp-tongued abrasive little bitch named,” he paused, “Nirvana McAlister,” he mocked her accent, “Was your sister from your dad’s side?” Eric shook his head.
“How do you know about this?” He grabbed Wolfe by the shoulders, “How?”
“I’m her ex-fiancé.”
…
Calleigh adjusted her blazer in the mirror. It didn’t look right with a sling. She sighed and removed it. It still didn’t look right because of the cast, but it didn’t draw as much attention as the sling did. She smiled and ran a hand through her hair once more and walked out of the bathroom.
She felt happy. Happier than she’d felt in days. Sighing happily, she plucked her keys from the kitchen counter and headed out the door, locking it in the process. She walked down Eric’s condo’s steps and headed towards her car, unlocking it, she entered it and started up the engine and headed towards CSI.
The ride was quite slow, must have been the adrenaline. Even though she was driving quickly. Guess she really did drive a little over the speed limit or as Ryan says on a rather regular occasion ‘like a mad woman.’ She smiled at that memory.
As soon as she was about to turn into CSI, a sliver car nearly clipped hers. It actually did clip hers. The driver didn’t stop. They just drove faster.
It was Nirvana’s car if she remembered correctly.
She slowed down and pulled into the parking garage and cut it off. She felt her body tense up as she headed towards the building. Sighing she entered and walked by the desk towards the elevators.
Everything was dead quiet by the time she made it into the lab.
Eric was storming out of the trace lab was the next thing she saw. His face was riddled with concern, anger and confusion.
“Where’s Nirvana?”
Wow, my older cousin felt really angsty today, didn't she?
Thirty-Two
Nirvana sped down the road in her silver Volvo. She turned a sharp corner and raced down and abruptly stopped in front of a small house. She stared at if for a second and traced her fingers unconsciously over the steering wheel. She sighed and looked down to cut the engine off. Her hand met the latch on the door and pushed it open. She stepped out on the moist ground beneath her feet and slammed the door shut. She hit the ‘lock’ button on her keys. The lights flashed and the car beeped in confirmation that it was secure.
She ignored the sidewalk and walked on the moist grass up to the front door. She paused before she reached down and pressed the doorbell. Within a few seconds, the hall light was turned on, she heard a door unlock, and the door opened to a very drowsy Horatio Caine.
“Come on in, Nirvana,” he escorted her in slowly. She could tell he was groggy, truth to be told, so was she.
She took a few steps in the house and turned to look at him, “Ryan called you,” he looked at her, “Didn’t he?” he nodded, “What did he tell you exactly?” she was truly curious.
He ran his hand through his red hair and looked at the invisible bug on the wall, “That he’s had enough of you,” she nodded, “I’ll show you to your room,” he cut the light off and headed towards the spare guest room in the dark.
Nirvana bumped into a table.
Horatio turned slowly and watched as it didn’t affect her. She just moved away from the table and continued behind him. He stopped in front of a door and opened it, she looked inside, it was nice. The curtains were left open letting moonlight shine through. The golden comforter was a nice touch.
She looked at him and gave him the best sincere smile she could muster, “Thank you,” she stepped in and watched as he retreated. She continued to smile as she turned and looked in the mirror. She didn’t see Nirvana McAlister for once in her life.
She saw Lila Sharova.
Nirvana immediately frowned and ran a hand through her beautiful dark brown hair and then her hands found her jacket. Ever so carefully, she slid it off her shoulders and tossed it on a nearby chair. She then walked over to the bed, sat on it, and started undoing her bootlaces.
She grimaced when her hand was being used. It hurt. After her boots were removed, she sat up again and removed her belt then her blue jeans. Then she pulled back the covers and fell asleep.
It was immediate.
…
Calleigh woke up to the sunshine…and in Eric’s arms. She snuggled deeper into him and smiled. She heard a slight chuckle as the arms tightened around her. Calleigh felt his lips behind her ear and press feather-light kisses on her. She smiled even bigger.
“I have to go to work,” Eric sounded like he regretted it. Calleigh wished he didn’t have too. Someone had to pay the bills.
Calleigh turned and looked at him, “I’m gonna talk to Horatio today,” he looked at her.
“Seriously?”
She ran her hands over his muscular chest, “I want my old job back,” she leaned forward and carefully pressed a kiss to his full lips, “I might want to wait a week though,” she moved her bad arm a bit making him acknowledge the fact that ‘it still hurt’.
“For an interview?”
She shook her head, “No, for just actually working,” he nodded and leaned closer to her, “You need to shave,” her voice was soft. He looked down at her and she gave him the most innocent smile he’s ever seen from her, “What?”
He chuckled a bit, “I’m gonna be late,” he kissed her forehead and left quickly towards the bathroom. She watched him briefly before she quickly got up from the bed and headed into the kitchen.
Breakfast sounded real good right now.
…
Ryan was pouring himself a hot cup of coffee before he heard the break room door open. He turned his head to see Nirvana standing in the doorway, hands still resting on the frame. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Good morning,” she gave him a pleasant smile. Her voice was also smooth…sweet…Australian.
He didn’t want to look at her. It was an act. She was a good liar, he knew it, “Morning,” he added some sugar, “What are you doing here?” he asked a little too harshly. He regretted his tone immediately. Knowing Nirvana/Lila 101, never use the wrong tone. It went for the both of them.
He was still confused by her ‘multiple personalities.’
“Look, I’m so—,” he slammed the sugar down on the counter and whirled around and looked at her viciously.
“No you’re not!” he was on the verge at screaming at her. Tears pricked her eyes at his sudden aggressiveness, “You’re not Lila Sharova!” he already told her this the night before.
“You’ve been a self centered, abrasive,” he paused, “Bitch!” he spat at her. She took a step back. He was pissing her off. Good.
And also hurting her at the same time.
Not good.
“Rya-,” that was her warning tone. He cut her off though.
“Don’t say that,” he knocked the coffee cup over and searing hot liquid rolled over the edge and onto the floor, the mug shattered in the process. Shock filled her eyes, “Just don’t say that!” He took a step towards her stepping over the mug, “It’s Officer Wolfe to you,” he could see the tears pricking her dark chocolate eyes.
She backed away, “You’re a bastard!” she screamed it; she screamed it loud enough for everyone to hear. She moved back until she was grasping the frame of the door, “Go to hell!” she screamed even louder than the first time.
A crowd formed outside the break room’s glass walls.
“I never want to see your ass again!” she pushed the ring off her finger and grasped it tightly in her left hand until her knuckles turned white, “You call me selfish, look in the mirror,” she took a step forward, “Then you’ll see the real bitch,” her voice became low.
“Until then, I don’t even know you, Officer Wolfe,” she moved back three feet, “Goodbye,” she spat then hurled the diamond ring at him, it hit him in the head hard enough for the rough diamond to cut into his skin.
She turned on her heel and walked quickly out the door. Everyone noticed the tears pricking the young woman’s eyes as she left the floor. The faces were mixed with confusion. Some shocked, some angry.
What had he done?
He was the asshole.
…
Eric walked into the lobby holding his bag on his shoulder. He smiled at the receptionist basically saying “I’m not miserable today…I got the love of my life back!”
Then the doors dinged open and a five foot four woman walked out with her head down. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was Nirvana. She ran into him and looked up at him. Her eyes were red and puffy.
“Nirvana?” his voice was filled with amazement, “What happened?”
She gritted her teeth, “Ask Officer Wolfe,” she spat as she moved past him towards the doors and headed out to the parking lot. Something wasn’t right.
He moved towards the elevators and pressed the number. Then he was going up. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before the doors opened. People were chatting around the lab as if something had happened.
Eric wasn’t the center of attention.
Ryan was.
Eric moved towards him and stood in trace lab with his hands on his hips, “What happened?” Ryan’s head turned. A nasty cut was seen as Ryan removed the ice from it.
“Lila,” Ryan whispered her name. Eric was able to catch it.
“Excuse me?”
Ryan threw the ice down, “You’re little sister!” he kicked the table, “That’s who!” he spat and tried to move away from Eric until Eric grabbed his arm.
“I have a younger sister?”
“You didn’t know that the little sharp-tongued abrasive little bitch named,” he paused, “Nirvana McAlister,” he mocked her accent, “Was your sister from your dad’s side?” Eric shook his head.
“How do you know about this?” He grabbed Wolfe by the shoulders, “How?”
“I’m her ex-fiancé.”
…
Calleigh adjusted her blazer in the mirror. It didn’t look right with a sling. She sighed and removed it. It still didn’t look right because of the cast, but it didn’t draw as much attention as the sling did. She smiled and ran a hand through her hair once more and walked out of the bathroom.
She felt happy. Happier than she’d felt in days. Sighing happily, she plucked her keys from the kitchen counter and headed out the door, locking it in the process. She walked down Eric’s condo’s steps and headed towards her car, unlocking it, she entered it and started up the engine and headed towards CSI.
The ride was quite slow, must have been the adrenaline. Even though she was driving quickly. Guess she really did drive a little over the speed limit or as Ryan says on a rather regular occasion ‘like a mad woman.’ She smiled at that memory.
As soon as she was about to turn into CSI, a sliver car nearly clipped hers. It actually did clip hers. The driver didn’t stop. They just drove faster.
It was Nirvana’s car if she remembered correctly.
She slowed down and pulled into the parking garage and cut it off. She felt her body tense up as she headed towards the building. Sighing she entered and walked by the desk towards the elevators.
Everything was dead quiet by the time she made it into the lab.
Eric was storming out of the trace lab was the next thing she saw. His face was riddled with concern, anger and confusion.
“Where’s Nirvana?”
Wow, my older cousin felt really angsty today, didn't she?
Monica1604
CSI Level One
Wow that was a lot of anger, I feel sorry for Nirvana, poor girl. And I didn't expect that Ryan could be such a jerk.
I'm glad Calleigh and Eric are ok.
I hope Leighann will be ok and soon come back from hospital to write another amazing chapters of this surprisng story.
I'm glad Calleigh and Eric are ok.
I hope Leighann will be ok and soon come back from hospital to write another amazing chapters of this surprisng story.
anamarya
Witness
i really hope that the reason for the hospital is not very bad (it can't be good,but still i hope for the low percentage of bad).
the chapter was good,angsty but good.... i'm still a little confused by the whole Ryan-Lila history but hope that i'll see a clear picture in the future....
the chapter was good,angsty but good.... i'm still a little confused by the whole Ryan-Lila history but hope that i'll see a clear picture in the future....
gottaluvcsi
Police Officer
First of all, I have to say this is the hardest part I think I've written in quite a long time. Second, I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update or get a chance to sit down and write. I mainly had to see how "Wolfe In Sheep's Clothing" Ended, and this contains spoilers for that ep.
I'm also quite grateful to be out of the hospital, I got out actually Sunday morning. Nothing was wrong with me...really. I was just in a lot of pain Thursday evening. Don't worry, it wouldn't have killed me. But it could have, having a baby is like that
Thirty-Three
Three months ago Nirvana left Miami. One month ago Calleigh was hospitalized for smoke inhalation. Three weeks after that, Eric was arrested for his fraud birth certificate. Thanks to his father, Alexander Sharova, he was released. Everything has been going by quickly in Miami. Things were finally shaping up.
Not for Ryan.
Ever since Nirvana left, he hasn’t been himself. Occasionally he would be seen or heard saying something quick and witty before he would retreat back into his ‘personal bubble’.
Calleigh’s thoughts were snapped out of her mind when Eric walked in from the bathroom. She smiled at him as he became nearer to the bed. Calleigh was happy that he was able to spend the night. She didn’t want to tell him that she was a bit on edge after the plastic bag incident earlier that day. Every time she thinks about it she feels her heart race faster.
Eric came closer to her and braced his arms on both sides of her body and smiled down at her, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She blushed. She tried not to blush, it made her feel small. Small made her feel vulnerable, “I’m serious, Calleigh,” she laughed then he pressed another kiss down on her lips, “I love you.”
She smiled up at him and felt his hand brush across her cheek, “I could have lost you today,” he breath ticked her lips, “Again,” he added. She sighed, she should have looked behind her to make sure it had not been her attacker. Things would have worked out better.
“I’m sorry,” she took in a deep breath.
He held her closer to him, “Don’t ever be sorry,” he kissed her again, “It could happen to everyone of us,” she nodded, eyes not quite focused on him. She seemed distant.
Then she leaned up to him and captured his lips in hers. Her hands reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly unbuttoned them. He pressed harder against her and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth before he trailed kisses down her chin then down the column of her neck.
She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and ran her hands over his muscular arms. She leaned into him and inhaled the scent that drove her wild about him. He smiled noticing this before he cupped her chin and brought it back to his mouth. She looked into his eyes. Love.
All she saw was love.
His undying love for her.
…
Nirvana walked into her office and dropped her bag down beside her desk and collapsed in her chair. She ran her hand over her face and sighed. Things weren’t going so well. Investigating the death of an innocent child did that to her. The babysitter couldn’t take it.
She shook her head and turned her attention to her laptop. She opened it and it immediately came out of sleep mode. The next thing she was checking was her email.
One new message.
She clicked on it hesitantly, she didn’t know who it was from. Then a video popped up. Her eyes widened as the video started playing automatically. There was a man on the camera; he was bound tightly to a chair.
Punches hitting him continuously. His screams echoing through her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest and she felt the guilty. Her fists clenched tightly enough for her nails to cut into her skin. She grit her teeth and found murderous thoughts going through her head. She was afraid she couldn’t control them anymore.
That was it.
The last scream of the man hit a nerve.
How dare they touch him. How dare they even go near him. She pushed out of her chair and stood still for a second. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the message underneath with video. It was in Russian. She was gonna kill them, even if it killed her.
But she didn’t care, all she cared about was that they would live.
Her fingers grazed the door handle, the coolness caused her eyes to soften, “It’s Officer Wolfe to you,” resonated throughout her head once more. The man who wanted nothing to do with her was going to be killed. She furrowed her brow and yanked the door handle open and quickly moved down the hall in her three inch heels.
She was taking the first flight back to Miami.
…
Calleigh rolled over in bed and smiled at Eric. He was sound asleep right next to her with a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth. She reached over gently and wiped it away with the sheet. She smiled at him; she wished this could be a sight for the rest of her life.
But work ruined all moments they had in the morning.
She slid out of her bed slowly and pulled on her black bathrobe. She took a few steps towards the bathroom before she heard the alarm clock sound. She smirked knowing the looks on Eric’s face whenever he woke. He always had such a surprised look on his face.
She picked up a few towels before she turned around to turn on the shower. She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror. She had an automatic smile to her. A glow. Looking down at her hands she smiled once more then turned back to the shower. She stripped her bathrobe off and then slipped into the shower, feeling the hot liquid hit her back. She sighed. Life was good.
Life was also short and had many unexpected twists and turns.
…
The lab seemed like it was ever day. The light shined through the windows uplifting everyone’s spirits. Especially when it was the worst days of some people’s lives. For Ryan, this was the worst day of his life. Billy Gantry was being held by the mob for assurance that Ryan would do what he said he would.
They would kill him.
Ryan couldn’t tell anyone. He knew if he did, Billy would die.
Ryan ran his hand over his eyes and looked out down the hallway. He didn’t like what he was about to do. He could easily lose his job; this job was all he had right now. Now he was going to breach the trust of his friends.
Unknown to him that Horatio was watching him.
…
Calleigh sat down on the break room couch and sighed. Stressful was an understatement of how she would describe her job right now. Ryan was acting…weird. He actually hadn’t been in his ‘right mind’ for the past three months.
She ran her hand over her eyes and sighed again. She heard the door open and close, she looked up to see Eric standing in the doorway, she leaned back in the couch and looked up at him, “Have you noticed something with Ryan?”
He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, he’s been more off that usual,” Calleigh nodded, “You’ve noticed it too?” she nodded again, “What do you think is wrong?”
Calleigh shrugged, “I don’t know, every time I try asking him, he makes up some story,” Eric nodded, “He lied to me,” Eric looked at her, “He has a cut lip and a missing tooth,” he raised an eyebrow.
“Did he get in some type of fight?”
Calleigh shook her head, “I think he’s gambling again.”
“Cal,” Eric sighed.
Calleigh stood up, “He’s getting defensive about it and acting the way he was when he was gambling!” she stood closer to him, “I think someone got,” she paused for a second, “Fed up with or he didn’t have the money,” Eric nodded, still not sure if he could entirely believe that Wolfe would do that again.
Then Eric’s eyebrows raised, “He’s in trouble, Eric, I know it.”
…
Horatio stood in the parking garage, his hands were on his hips as he watched the sun outside, he was waiting for the young woman that had been missing from Miami for the past three months. Nirvana.
He turned when he heard a black Mercedes come up. The engine shut off and a petite figure stepped out. Her long dark brown hair was tied back in a low ponytail. She shut the door and came closer to him; she pulled her aviator sunglasses off and straightened her blazer.
“Lieutenant.”
“Detective,” she nodded at him, “I need your help.”
She nodded again, “What do you need?” she placed her hands on her hips and stepped back a bit.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, “I need you to go ahead of me,” she looked up from the paper, “A young boy is in danger.”
She fingered the corner of the paper, “What about Officer Wolfe?” she shifted her footing.
“He’s safe,” he watched her shoulders relax before they stiffened again.
“I need a gun.”
He nodded, “I can get you one,” he brushed past her back into the CSI building. She turned and watched him retreat into the building.
She looked back down at the paper again and let out a sorrowful breath of air escape her lips.
“Ryan…”
I'm also quite grateful to be out of the hospital, I got out actually Sunday morning. Nothing was wrong with me...really. I was just in a lot of pain Thursday evening. Don't worry, it wouldn't have killed me. But it could have, having a baby is like that
Thirty-Three
Three months ago Nirvana left Miami. One month ago Calleigh was hospitalized for smoke inhalation. Three weeks after that, Eric was arrested for his fraud birth certificate. Thanks to his father, Alexander Sharova, he was released. Everything has been going by quickly in Miami. Things were finally shaping up.
Not for Ryan.
Ever since Nirvana left, he hasn’t been himself. Occasionally he would be seen or heard saying something quick and witty before he would retreat back into his ‘personal bubble’.
Calleigh’s thoughts were snapped out of her mind when Eric walked in from the bathroom. She smiled at him as he became nearer to the bed. Calleigh was happy that he was able to spend the night. She didn’t want to tell him that she was a bit on edge after the plastic bag incident earlier that day. Every time she thinks about it she feels her heart race faster.
Eric came closer to her and braced his arms on both sides of her body and smiled down at her, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She blushed. She tried not to blush, it made her feel small. Small made her feel vulnerable, “I’m serious, Calleigh,” she laughed then he pressed another kiss down on her lips, “I love you.”
She smiled up at him and felt his hand brush across her cheek, “I could have lost you today,” he breath ticked her lips, “Again,” he added. She sighed, she should have looked behind her to make sure it had not been her attacker. Things would have worked out better.
“I’m sorry,” she took in a deep breath.
He held her closer to him, “Don’t ever be sorry,” he kissed her again, “It could happen to everyone of us,” she nodded, eyes not quite focused on him. She seemed distant.
Then she leaned up to him and captured his lips in hers. Her hands reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly unbuttoned them. He pressed harder against her and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth before he trailed kisses down her chin then down the column of her neck.
She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and ran her hands over his muscular arms. She leaned into him and inhaled the scent that drove her wild about him. He smiled noticing this before he cupped her chin and brought it back to his mouth. She looked into his eyes. Love.
All she saw was love.
His undying love for her.
…
Nirvana walked into her office and dropped her bag down beside her desk and collapsed in her chair. She ran her hand over her face and sighed. Things weren’t going so well. Investigating the death of an innocent child did that to her. The babysitter couldn’t take it.
She shook her head and turned her attention to her laptop. She opened it and it immediately came out of sleep mode. The next thing she was checking was her email.
One new message.
She clicked on it hesitantly, she didn’t know who it was from. Then a video popped up. Her eyes widened as the video started playing automatically. There was a man on the camera; he was bound tightly to a chair.
Punches hitting him continuously. His screams echoing through her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest and she felt the guilty. Her fists clenched tightly enough for her nails to cut into her skin. She grit her teeth and found murderous thoughts going through her head. She was afraid she couldn’t control them anymore.
That was it.
The last scream of the man hit a nerve.
How dare they touch him. How dare they even go near him. She pushed out of her chair and stood still for a second. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the message underneath with video. It was in Russian. She was gonna kill them, even if it killed her.
But she didn’t care, all she cared about was that they would live.
Her fingers grazed the door handle, the coolness caused her eyes to soften, “It’s Officer Wolfe to you,” resonated throughout her head once more. The man who wanted nothing to do with her was going to be killed. She furrowed her brow and yanked the door handle open and quickly moved down the hall in her three inch heels.
She was taking the first flight back to Miami.
…
Calleigh rolled over in bed and smiled at Eric. He was sound asleep right next to her with a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth. She reached over gently and wiped it away with the sheet. She smiled at him; she wished this could be a sight for the rest of her life.
But work ruined all moments they had in the morning.
She slid out of her bed slowly and pulled on her black bathrobe. She took a few steps towards the bathroom before she heard the alarm clock sound. She smirked knowing the looks on Eric’s face whenever he woke. He always had such a surprised look on his face.
She picked up a few towels before she turned around to turn on the shower. She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror. She had an automatic smile to her. A glow. Looking down at her hands she smiled once more then turned back to the shower. She stripped her bathrobe off and then slipped into the shower, feeling the hot liquid hit her back. She sighed. Life was good.
Life was also short and had many unexpected twists and turns.
…
The lab seemed like it was ever day. The light shined through the windows uplifting everyone’s spirits. Especially when it was the worst days of some people’s lives. For Ryan, this was the worst day of his life. Billy Gantry was being held by the mob for assurance that Ryan would do what he said he would.
They would kill him.
Ryan couldn’t tell anyone. He knew if he did, Billy would die.
Ryan ran his hand over his eyes and looked out down the hallway. He didn’t like what he was about to do. He could easily lose his job; this job was all he had right now. Now he was going to breach the trust of his friends.
Unknown to him that Horatio was watching him.
…
Calleigh sat down on the break room couch and sighed. Stressful was an understatement of how she would describe her job right now. Ryan was acting…weird. He actually hadn’t been in his ‘right mind’ for the past three months.
She ran her hand over her eyes and sighed again. She heard the door open and close, she looked up to see Eric standing in the doorway, she leaned back in the couch and looked up at him, “Have you noticed something with Ryan?”
He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, he’s been more off that usual,” Calleigh nodded, “You’ve noticed it too?” she nodded again, “What do you think is wrong?”
Calleigh shrugged, “I don’t know, every time I try asking him, he makes up some story,” Eric nodded, “He lied to me,” Eric looked at her, “He has a cut lip and a missing tooth,” he raised an eyebrow.
“Did he get in some type of fight?”
Calleigh shook her head, “I think he’s gambling again.”
“Cal,” Eric sighed.
Calleigh stood up, “He’s getting defensive about it and acting the way he was when he was gambling!” she stood closer to him, “I think someone got,” she paused for a second, “Fed up with or he didn’t have the money,” Eric nodded, still not sure if he could entirely believe that Wolfe would do that again.
Then Eric’s eyebrows raised, “He’s in trouble, Eric, I know it.”
…
Horatio stood in the parking garage, his hands were on his hips as he watched the sun outside, he was waiting for the young woman that had been missing from Miami for the past three months. Nirvana.
He turned when he heard a black Mercedes come up. The engine shut off and a petite figure stepped out. Her long dark brown hair was tied back in a low ponytail. She shut the door and came closer to him; she pulled her aviator sunglasses off and straightened her blazer.
“Lieutenant.”
“Detective,” she nodded at him, “I need your help.”
She nodded again, “What do you need?” she placed her hands on her hips and stepped back a bit.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, “I need you to go ahead of me,” she looked up from the paper, “A young boy is in danger.”
She fingered the corner of the paper, “What about Officer Wolfe?” she shifted her footing.
“He’s safe,” he watched her shoulders relax before they stiffened again.
“I need a gun.”
He nodded, “I can get you one,” he brushed past her back into the CSI building. She turned and watched him retreat into the building.
She looked back down at the paper again and let out a sorrowful breath of air escape her lips.
“Ryan…”
Monica1604
CSI Level One
I admit it's a great idea to connect what's happening in yoor story with the staff happening on the show. It fit quite nicley. :thumbsup:
Your ingeniousness is a reason why this story is so interesting. I always read it with pleasure.
Your ingeniousness is a reason why this story is so interesting. I always read it with pleasure.