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Hit and Run
OK guys. This is my first CSI fanfic. I decided to write one because I'm a big writer myself anyway and realized it's about time I get myself into one. So this story is actually finished. I'm reediting it which is taking a lot of time and makes it a bit choppy on my part. So if I don't update for a few days that's why. This story was originally called The Seen and Unseen. It was not a CSI fic but I kinda twisted it around into one. I'd have to say this story has been one of my greatest accomplishments...I had over 600 comments on fanfiction when it was out. I miss those days! So I hope you all enjoy it just as much!
Genre: Mystery, action, angst, adventure, horror.
Rating: T (PG-13--for violence)
Story Summery: An unusual event causes Ryan to reminisce on a past event that happened 12 years ago in a mystery that nearly got himself killed--and left a villain craving revenge.
We'll see if this is any good. It's been ages since I've work anything besides essays. Enjoy!
Prologue:
Ryan woke. His body throbbed like a thousand pounds of condensed pressure digging into him. He slowly pushed himself up from his very crooked and painful position at the steering wheel. His head ached from apparently being smashed into the dashboard, where now there was a large dent. He groaned and tried steadying himself. He began checking for any serious wounds. Since he didn’t feel any major pain, Ryan Wolfe, CSI, assumed his condition fine—until he brushed a hand through his hair. His fingers gingerly ran across a substance, matted down by something sticky. Ryan rubbed his scalp and cried out suddenly as it stung with intense pain. He had a huge knot on his head, and the excruciating ache of it suddenly made him nauseous—as well as the blood he noticed smeared over his hand.
He took a moment to calm his nerves and think. Ryan sat there a moment, collecting his thoughts as his head screamed with pain. He tried remembering the past moments events—but nothing came. Looking around a moment, events began to slowly place back together. They’d been in a wreck. Flashes of the car horn blaring came to mind. Then the radio blasted on, and weirdest of all—the steering went totally dead, and so were the brakes. All he remembered was driving off the road and into a huge ditch… and then the world went completely black.
He suddenly remembered something and swung around to the back seat, ignoring the pull in his back. Ryan registered his two passengers. Calleigh and Eric Delko had come along to investigate the case of his missing brother, Harry. The GPS had led them down a long road with a dead end. That was when all the commotion happened and the wreck. Ryan bit back the sudden wave to act impulsively as he saw Calleigh and Eric lying motionless. Eric, who sat in the passengers seat, had a trail of blood oozing down one side of his face, and his arm was bent in such an abnormal position that it made Ryan cringe. He quickly checked Delko’s pulse and was relieved to find he was alive and breathing, but he was still worried about the apparent concussion Eric had received to his head, and his broken arm. Then Ryan quickly checked Cal and was faced with the same situation—except Calliegh’s concussion appeared more minor. And she didn’t seem to have any broken bones, just a few bruises.
Ryan’s gut kicked in and he knew he had to act. He had to get help. The driver’s door was gone, so he had no trouble freeing himself from his temporary prison. But Ryan suddenly screamed as his right foot hit the sand. He clenched his jaw together to lessen the pain as he was instantly flooded with a rush of scorching heat in his leg. He never noticed the pain in his ankle till now. He examined it. Though it felt horrible, he was thankful it only appeared to be a sprain.
Knowing he couldn’t let a mere sprain stop him, Ryan got to his feet, deciding to ignore the pain and move on. Officer’s lives could be on the line—and he couldn’t risk it. He turned around and winced as he noticed the ditch had smashed the whole front engine of the hummer completely in. Ryan quickly pulled out his cell and began typing in the 911 number—but he suddenly realized his phone was dead. But this doesn’t make any sense… he thought in frustration. That emergency number should always work… All the controls in the hummer where gone. There seemed no way out of this…almost ironic how that happened all in one place.
Suddenly he heard a faint hum of an engine. Ryan swiveled around and saw just barely on the horizon a black dot. It slowly got bigger and bigger till he could finally make out a dark blue van. Finally! He thought, some help. But just as he was going to wave the vehicle to him—he remembered something. Didn’t Eric mention before that this road led to a dead end? Well then… if it did… what reason would that van has for coming his way? Unless…
Ryan suddenly raced to the hummer. His scrambled up to Eric and shook him violently. “Delko?” he cried in a trembling voice. “Eric?!” Ryan shook him some more. “Eric… c’mon! I need you to wake up here pal!” But he didn’t. Ryan began panicking. Something was horribly wrong here. Someone had obviously planned the wreck—that would explain why the GPS had led them to a dead end. It all made sense. A GPS uses satellites to send and receive information. If these people had hacked into the stream—they could modify not only the information being sent to the satellite, but also to the GPS. But who would want to track them? And why?
A thought crept into Ryan’s mind that nearly made him sick. He had wanted to forget it all these years—but the thought that this storm could come back made his stomach turn.
“Johnson…” he said aloud, instinctively grabbing hold of his belt and resting his hand on his gun.
Suddenly he heard the engine cut off and knew the van had stopped near them. Ryan frantically looked around the car. The only thing he could think of was getting Eric and Cal away safely. But it was far too late for that. Ryan’s heart nearly stopped when he heard pairs of footsteps rounding the corner.
Ryan did the only thing that came to mind. He hurriedly jumped back in the front seat and laid his head on the steering wheel—as if he were still unconscious. He would play a little game of ‘possum’ with them. They obviously wanted them dead. So give them a hint and catch them off guard. He hoped it would work anyway.
"Hey Chris!” a rough Russian accent erupted through the silence. Ryan could feel someone’s eyes on him. It was that moment when he felt horribly uncomfortable and wanted to move or shift about, and then felt as if he had suddenly a million bugs crawling over him…
“Is ‘e dead?” Ryan could smell the foul breath of the character next to him now. He was checking inside the car—probably at Cal and Eric. Suddenly a cold finger was jammed up his neck—the man was feeling his pulse. Crap…
“No,” the man next to him answered. “We’ve got three officers down here sir. But they’re still…” His words were cut off immediately by a fist in the jaw. Ryan followed suit by brandishing his gun to the man’s temple. But the Russian’s reflexes were sharp. He twisted the devise somehow from Ryan’s grasp, catching him off guard and throwing the gun against the opposite window. Ryan followed up instantly with a brusque double-kick in the chest of the offender, hissing sharply through his teeth from the pain in his ankle.
But Ryan regretted the move, realizing his kick had no effect on the immense bulk of the man. Before he could act, the man had jerked him roughly from the car to the ground. Ryan cried out as the back of his head slammed against the edge of the vehicle. Before he could regain his footing, a pair of burly hands seized him by both arms and pinned them behind his back. Ryan fought violently against the man, but was no match when a second Russian came to his attacker’s aid. Both began dragging Ryan towards the blue van.
"No!” Ryan cried, trying to shove off the iron hands restraining him. “Eric!” he yelled, trying to get their attention as he noticed another Russian drawing towards the hummer, gun drawn. “No…Cal!”
Though he knew the odds of escape were now slim, Ryan still struggled with every inch of power left in him. Then he saw to his horror three other men walk up to his car and drag the unconscious officers away from it and towards the van.
“No!” Ryan screamed in protest, fighting more than ever now. “You let them go!” He tried kicking his captors away. “Let… me… argh… go!”
But the men’s hold on Ryan only got stronger as they fastened ropes around him. Ryan now watched helplessly as the men threw Calleigh and Delko into the side of the van and slammed the door.
A figure suddenly admitted itself from the driver’s seat, and strolled up to Ryan’s crudely restrained form. The man had a black mask on. He walked up to Ryan and stared at him for a long moment. Then he pulled off his mask. Ryan stared in complete horror. He new that malicious smile, those silver eyes.
Ms. Johnson…
:devil:
Genre: Mystery, action, angst, adventure, horror.
Rating: T (PG-13--for violence)
Story Summery: An unusual event causes Ryan to reminisce on a past event that happened 12 years ago in a mystery that nearly got himself killed--and left a villain craving revenge.
We'll see if this is any good. It's been ages since I've work anything besides essays. Enjoy!
Prologue:
Ryan woke. His body throbbed like a thousand pounds of condensed pressure digging into him. He slowly pushed himself up from his very crooked and painful position at the steering wheel. His head ached from apparently being smashed into the dashboard, where now there was a large dent. He groaned and tried steadying himself. He began checking for any serious wounds. Since he didn’t feel any major pain, Ryan Wolfe, CSI, assumed his condition fine—until he brushed a hand through his hair. His fingers gingerly ran across a substance, matted down by something sticky. Ryan rubbed his scalp and cried out suddenly as it stung with intense pain. He had a huge knot on his head, and the excruciating ache of it suddenly made him nauseous—as well as the blood he noticed smeared over his hand.
He took a moment to calm his nerves and think. Ryan sat there a moment, collecting his thoughts as his head screamed with pain. He tried remembering the past moments events—but nothing came. Looking around a moment, events began to slowly place back together. They’d been in a wreck. Flashes of the car horn blaring came to mind. Then the radio blasted on, and weirdest of all—the steering went totally dead, and so were the brakes. All he remembered was driving off the road and into a huge ditch… and then the world went completely black.
He suddenly remembered something and swung around to the back seat, ignoring the pull in his back. Ryan registered his two passengers. Calleigh and Eric Delko had come along to investigate the case of his missing brother, Harry. The GPS had led them down a long road with a dead end. That was when all the commotion happened and the wreck. Ryan bit back the sudden wave to act impulsively as he saw Calleigh and Eric lying motionless. Eric, who sat in the passengers seat, had a trail of blood oozing down one side of his face, and his arm was bent in such an abnormal position that it made Ryan cringe. He quickly checked Delko’s pulse and was relieved to find he was alive and breathing, but he was still worried about the apparent concussion Eric had received to his head, and his broken arm. Then Ryan quickly checked Cal and was faced with the same situation—except Calliegh’s concussion appeared more minor. And she didn’t seem to have any broken bones, just a few bruises.
Ryan’s gut kicked in and he knew he had to act. He had to get help. The driver’s door was gone, so he had no trouble freeing himself from his temporary prison. But Ryan suddenly screamed as his right foot hit the sand. He clenched his jaw together to lessen the pain as he was instantly flooded with a rush of scorching heat in his leg. He never noticed the pain in his ankle till now. He examined it. Though it felt horrible, he was thankful it only appeared to be a sprain.
Knowing he couldn’t let a mere sprain stop him, Ryan got to his feet, deciding to ignore the pain and move on. Officer’s lives could be on the line—and he couldn’t risk it. He turned around and winced as he noticed the ditch had smashed the whole front engine of the hummer completely in. Ryan quickly pulled out his cell and began typing in the 911 number—but he suddenly realized his phone was dead. But this doesn’t make any sense… he thought in frustration. That emergency number should always work… All the controls in the hummer where gone. There seemed no way out of this…almost ironic how that happened all in one place.
Suddenly he heard a faint hum of an engine. Ryan swiveled around and saw just barely on the horizon a black dot. It slowly got bigger and bigger till he could finally make out a dark blue van. Finally! He thought, some help. But just as he was going to wave the vehicle to him—he remembered something. Didn’t Eric mention before that this road led to a dead end? Well then… if it did… what reason would that van has for coming his way? Unless…
Ryan suddenly raced to the hummer. His scrambled up to Eric and shook him violently. “Delko?” he cried in a trembling voice. “Eric?!” Ryan shook him some more. “Eric… c’mon! I need you to wake up here pal!” But he didn’t. Ryan began panicking. Something was horribly wrong here. Someone had obviously planned the wreck—that would explain why the GPS had led them to a dead end. It all made sense. A GPS uses satellites to send and receive information. If these people had hacked into the stream—they could modify not only the information being sent to the satellite, but also to the GPS. But who would want to track them? And why?
A thought crept into Ryan’s mind that nearly made him sick. He had wanted to forget it all these years—but the thought that this storm could come back made his stomach turn.
“Johnson…” he said aloud, instinctively grabbing hold of his belt and resting his hand on his gun.
Suddenly he heard the engine cut off and knew the van had stopped near them. Ryan frantically looked around the car. The only thing he could think of was getting Eric and Cal away safely. But it was far too late for that. Ryan’s heart nearly stopped when he heard pairs of footsteps rounding the corner.
Ryan did the only thing that came to mind. He hurriedly jumped back in the front seat and laid his head on the steering wheel—as if he were still unconscious. He would play a little game of ‘possum’ with them. They obviously wanted them dead. So give them a hint and catch them off guard. He hoped it would work anyway.
"Hey Chris!” a rough Russian accent erupted through the silence. Ryan could feel someone’s eyes on him. It was that moment when he felt horribly uncomfortable and wanted to move or shift about, and then felt as if he had suddenly a million bugs crawling over him…
“Is ‘e dead?” Ryan could smell the foul breath of the character next to him now. He was checking inside the car—probably at Cal and Eric. Suddenly a cold finger was jammed up his neck—the man was feeling his pulse. Crap…
“No,” the man next to him answered. “We’ve got three officers down here sir. But they’re still…” His words were cut off immediately by a fist in the jaw. Ryan followed suit by brandishing his gun to the man’s temple. But the Russian’s reflexes were sharp. He twisted the devise somehow from Ryan’s grasp, catching him off guard and throwing the gun against the opposite window. Ryan followed up instantly with a brusque double-kick in the chest of the offender, hissing sharply through his teeth from the pain in his ankle.
But Ryan regretted the move, realizing his kick had no effect on the immense bulk of the man. Before he could act, the man had jerked him roughly from the car to the ground. Ryan cried out as the back of his head slammed against the edge of the vehicle. Before he could regain his footing, a pair of burly hands seized him by both arms and pinned them behind his back. Ryan fought violently against the man, but was no match when a second Russian came to his attacker’s aid. Both began dragging Ryan towards the blue van.
"No!” Ryan cried, trying to shove off the iron hands restraining him. “Eric!” he yelled, trying to get their attention as he noticed another Russian drawing towards the hummer, gun drawn. “No…Cal!”
Though he knew the odds of escape were now slim, Ryan still struggled with every inch of power left in him. Then he saw to his horror three other men walk up to his car and drag the unconscious officers away from it and towards the van.
“No!” Ryan screamed in protest, fighting more than ever now. “You let them go!” He tried kicking his captors away. “Let… me… argh… go!”
But the men’s hold on Ryan only got stronger as they fastened ropes around him. Ryan now watched helplessly as the men threw Calleigh and Delko into the side of the van and slammed the door.
A figure suddenly admitted itself from the driver’s seat, and strolled up to Ryan’s crudely restrained form. The man had a black mask on. He walked up to Ryan and stared at him for a long moment. Then he pulled off his mask. Ryan stared in complete horror. He new that malicious smile, those silver eyes.
Ms. Johnson…
:devil:
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