Doppelganger [3/?]
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csi_fictionTitle: Doppelganger
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Created on: 05/05/06
Summary: A serial killer leads the Vegas team to Miami, raising the suspicions of one CSI. Is the killer amongst the team of CSI's, or will they follow the wrong path and lose one of their own?
The response is totally unexpected, and Ryan can only stare at the older woman for several moments, finally pulling his gaze away to look at the picture nearby of Michael Stans. He’s not sure what to say, the latest news completely throwing off the thoughts and suspicions he has of Greg. Would the older CSI really kill his own friend?
The thought only spins him into a new line of internal questions, and Ryan feels a headache coming on as he forces himself to look away from the picture, away from the evidence of the case laid out on the table. He thinks that now he’s really starting to blow this out of proportion, there are plenty of reasons why Greg couldn’t have done this, and Ryan forces himself to repeat that list in his head, telling himself to calm down and to back off the theory.
He does so just in time, calming his breathing as the door to the conference room opens, and Eric steps in. He hands several papers to Horatio, and the supervisor looks over them before shaking his head and handing them back to Eric.
“No DNA was found on the ligature from the latest victim, nor was any found in the rape kit, the suspect wore a condom. Ryan, go to the DNA lab and tell Greg to put a rush on the samples, we’re running out of evidence on this case.”
The youngest CSI quickly departs from the room, and soon he finds himself walking into the DNA lab where Greg is now standing by himself, waiting for whatever he’s waiting on to finish. He looks up when he hears the door open, but he doesn’t give Ryan much acknowledgement when he realizes who it is, instead folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the counter.
“H sent me to check on the test results, have you gotten anything yet?”
“They’re not finished.”
Ryan nods as silence falls on the room, and he suddenly feels guilty for thinking Greg could have done all of this. He’s known the guy for less than twenty-four hours and he’s already thinking of him as a killer when there are more reasons than not to prove he’s innocent, the primary, being that the latest victims were killed in Miami, roughly twenty-six thousand miles from where Greg lives.
“I didn’t realize that you had a personal interest in this case. Catherine Willows told me that you knew the second victim.”
“It’s not something I like to advertise. The more I avoid making a big deal out of it, the smaller my chances are of being taken off the case. It’s something I want to prevent from happening.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that you had something to do with the cases earlier.”
In reality he did, but now he realizes he shouldn’t have let himself jump to such conclusions, especially without any facts, which he still lacks at this point. Although a part of him still feels a little off about everything, he pushes it aside, instead waiting to see what Calleigh turns up before further getting himself out of sorts.
Greg shrugs his shoulders and goes quiet again, and Ryan can tell he’s not exactly forgiving about what happened earlier, although Ryan knows he wouldn’t be either if he were faced with such accusations.
“Have you looked at it as more than just a case since it happened?”
The question is sincere, and Greg is caught off guard by it, looking at Ryan for several moments before going back to staring blankly at the machine running the DNA tests.
“That’s the only way I can look at it until the case is over.”
Ryan moves to say something in response, but the printer nearby begins to print the results of the DNA tests, and Greg quickly grabs for them, his eyes scanning over it. The look on his face makes it obvious that the results aren’t conclusive, and the Miami CSI feels like a wedge just continues to be pushed between them and the killer, putting a greater distance between where they’re at now and how far they are away from catching him.
“We should go let H know the results, see what he wants to do now.”
Greg agrees, and the men walk side by side until they reach the conference room, Greg stopping suddenly just as they step into the room. Ryan doesn’t notice it at first, but when he does, he turns to see Greg looking around the room, eyes wide as they stop on the crime scene photos of Michael Stans.
“Greg?”
The sound of Catherine’s voice seems to snap him back to reality, all eyes on him as he looks at his superiors before taking several steps into the room.
“I’m fine. Just caught off guard. I’ve got the test results from the bathroom back, they all came up negative.”
Greg tries to brush past his momentary zone out, handing the papers over to Grissom for the CSI to look over. As he does so, Ryan notices how he tries to avoid looking around the room anymore than he has to, standing back and waiting while Grissom reads the results before handing them off to Horatio.
“We’re not getting much further with this case than we have with the others. Our only hope rests on those fingerprints and whatever witnesses we can track down.”
Horatio isn’t usually one to look towards the negative side of things, but they all feel like they’re butting their heads against brick walls with this case. Once they think they might have a lead, it turns out false. The suspect has killed a man in the middle of a very crowded club, and yet they’re still not getting any further than the previous victims.
“There’s no reason to keep everyone on this right now. Greg and Ryan, you can go for now, get some sleep, we’ll call you if we find anything else. Eric and Nick can go as well for now; they’ve already gone through what little amount of evidence we have, but we still need to catch up with Sara and Warrick to see what they’ve got.”
Grissom agrees, and Ryan sees a look of relief pass over Greg’s face, just as it does his own. The endless amount of double shifts he’s been pulling lately is starting to wear him out, and all he wants to do right now is eat and go to sleep.
It’s the primary thought on his mind as the youngest CSIs walk out of the Miami lab, and Ryan can’t help but offer to buy Greg dinner, in an attempt to make up for what happened earlier in the day. He does his best to continue and force his suspicions down, Greg accepting the offer as they get into the car.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Something simple, I’m not really in the mood to go out anywhere. How’s the pizza around here?”
“I know a place. Do you drink?”
Greg nods and Ryan realizes that this is just about the most interaction they’ve had with each other all day. He realizes it’s not so bad when they’re both too tired to do anything but relax back into their seats, and the more he thinks about it, the more the suspicions fade further from his mind.
“I’ve got some beer at my place, we can order a couple of pizzas and relax.”
It’s only after Greg agrees that Ryan realizes he has just invited the older man back to his place, but he forces that aside, driving the few short blocks to his place. Not many people have been here before, he’s usually too busy with work to have any visitors, but the apartment is clean, nonetheless, as he pushes the door open, waiting for Greg to come in behind him before closing and locking it.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll go order the pizza. You want anything specific?”
“Pepperoni’s fine.”
Ryan disappears into the kitchen, and Greg makes his way towards the living room after kicking his shoes off at the door. The apartment is a decent size, one wall lined with a large bookshelf stocked with everything including pictures and magazines, a stereo, and of course, books. Greg lets his eyes scan over everything, looking over the CDs sitting on the bookshelf for a moment before crossing the room and sitting on the couch, hearing Ryan on the phone in the other room.
Greg’s not really sure what he’s doing here, he’s seen the way Ryan has been acting around him, but he tries to trust the other man. This whole case has put him through enough already, more than anyone could understand, more than he wants anyone to know.
Ryan enters the living room after ordering the pizza, cutting off Greg’s thoughts as he offers the older man a beer. Greg accepts and takes a drink from the long neck, allowing his body to relax into the couch as Ryan sits down nearby, the room falling silent for a moment before Ryan decides to take a chance and tread on thin waters.
“How well did you and Michael Stans know each other?”
The question catches Greg off guard. He figures that he has made his point clear earlier that he didn’t want to talk about it, but he has a feeling that Ryan’s not going to let it go very easily. If he can’t make the younger man forget about it though, he figures he can use it to his advantage, to make Ryan talk about something that he might not want to.
“I’ll answer your questions if you answer mine.”
Ryan doesn’t agree at first, instead taking a moment to think it over as he takes another drink of his beer. He’s not sure what kind of questions Greg could have for him, but he figures it’s only fair, and he nods, agreeing to the deal.
“I knew him for about six months before he was killed. Did you lie when you said you’ve never been to the club where your third victim was found?”
Greg knows he’s onto something as soon as he asks the question, seeing a fleeting look in Ryan’s eyes before he forces it into one of confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“The club we went to earlier for more evidence. When you walked in, it’s obvious that you have some sort of history there.”
Ryan knows quite well what club Greg is talking about, but he hopes he can play it off. The look Greg’s giving him now though says he’s not going to go for it, so he shrugs, suddenly becoming interested in the label on his beer that he’s peeling off.
“I’ve been there once before. What kind of relationship did you have with Michael Stans?”
Ryan tries to move the subject back over to Greg to not only deflect the attention from himself, but also to find out more about what kind of involvement Greg has with this case.
“We hooked up quite a few times. What happened at that club to make you look like you wanted to run from it the moment we walked in?”
It’s going too fast, and Ryan wants it to stop. He’s not as open of a person as Greg seems to be, and he downs the rest of his beer before standing up, ignoring Greg’s question as he walks into the kitchen.
He bends over into the fridge to grab another, and when he straightens back up, Greg is standing behind him, leaning against the kitchen counter with an empty bottle sitting next to him. Ryan gets him another refill as well before shutting the refrigerator and turning to face Greg, leaning up against the counter across from the older man.
“You didn’t answer my question. What happened at the club to make you want to run from it?”
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Created on: 05/05/06
Summary: A serial killer leads the Vegas team to Miami, raising the suspicions of one CSI. Is the killer amongst the team of CSI's, or will they follow the wrong path and lose one of their own?
The response is totally unexpected, and Ryan can only stare at the older woman for several moments, finally pulling his gaze away to look at the picture nearby of Michael Stans. He’s not sure what to say, the latest news completely throwing off the thoughts and suspicions he has of Greg. Would the older CSI really kill his own friend?
The thought only spins him into a new line of internal questions, and Ryan feels a headache coming on as he forces himself to look away from the picture, away from the evidence of the case laid out on the table. He thinks that now he’s really starting to blow this out of proportion, there are plenty of reasons why Greg couldn’t have done this, and Ryan forces himself to repeat that list in his head, telling himself to calm down and to back off the theory.
He does so just in time, calming his breathing as the door to the conference room opens, and Eric steps in. He hands several papers to Horatio, and the supervisor looks over them before shaking his head and handing them back to Eric.
“No DNA was found on the ligature from the latest victim, nor was any found in the rape kit, the suspect wore a condom. Ryan, go to the DNA lab and tell Greg to put a rush on the samples, we’re running out of evidence on this case.”
The youngest CSI quickly departs from the room, and soon he finds himself walking into the DNA lab where Greg is now standing by himself, waiting for whatever he’s waiting on to finish. He looks up when he hears the door open, but he doesn’t give Ryan much acknowledgement when he realizes who it is, instead folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the counter.
“H sent me to check on the test results, have you gotten anything yet?”
“They’re not finished.”
Ryan nods as silence falls on the room, and he suddenly feels guilty for thinking Greg could have done all of this. He’s known the guy for less than twenty-four hours and he’s already thinking of him as a killer when there are more reasons than not to prove he’s innocent, the primary, being that the latest victims were killed in Miami, roughly twenty-six thousand miles from where Greg lives.
“I didn’t realize that you had a personal interest in this case. Catherine Willows told me that you knew the second victim.”
“It’s not something I like to advertise. The more I avoid making a big deal out of it, the smaller my chances are of being taken off the case. It’s something I want to prevent from happening.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that you had something to do with the cases earlier.”
In reality he did, but now he realizes he shouldn’t have let himself jump to such conclusions, especially without any facts, which he still lacks at this point. Although a part of him still feels a little off about everything, he pushes it aside, instead waiting to see what Calleigh turns up before further getting himself out of sorts.
Greg shrugs his shoulders and goes quiet again, and Ryan can tell he’s not exactly forgiving about what happened earlier, although Ryan knows he wouldn’t be either if he were faced with such accusations.
“Have you looked at it as more than just a case since it happened?”
The question is sincere, and Greg is caught off guard by it, looking at Ryan for several moments before going back to staring blankly at the machine running the DNA tests.
“That’s the only way I can look at it until the case is over.”
Ryan moves to say something in response, but the printer nearby begins to print the results of the DNA tests, and Greg quickly grabs for them, his eyes scanning over it. The look on his face makes it obvious that the results aren’t conclusive, and the Miami CSI feels like a wedge just continues to be pushed between them and the killer, putting a greater distance between where they’re at now and how far they are away from catching him.
“We should go let H know the results, see what he wants to do now.”
Greg agrees, and the men walk side by side until they reach the conference room, Greg stopping suddenly just as they step into the room. Ryan doesn’t notice it at first, but when he does, he turns to see Greg looking around the room, eyes wide as they stop on the crime scene photos of Michael Stans.
“Greg?”
The sound of Catherine’s voice seems to snap him back to reality, all eyes on him as he looks at his superiors before taking several steps into the room.
“I’m fine. Just caught off guard. I’ve got the test results from the bathroom back, they all came up negative.”
Greg tries to brush past his momentary zone out, handing the papers over to Grissom for the CSI to look over. As he does so, Ryan notices how he tries to avoid looking around the room anymore than he has to, standing back and waiting while Grissom reads the results before handing them off to Horatio.
“We’re not getting much further with this case than we have with the others. Our only hope rests on those fingerprints and whatever witnesses we can track down.”
Horatio isn’t usually one to look towards the negative side of things, but they all feel like they’re butting their heads against brick walls with this case. Once they think they might have a lead, it turns out false. The suspect has killed a man in the middle of a very crowded club, and yet they’re still not getting any further than the previous victims.
“There’s no reason to keep everyone on this right now. Greg and Ryan, you can go for now, get some sleep, we’ll call you if we find anything else. Eric and Nick can go as well for now; they’ve already gone through what little amount of evidence we have, but we still need to catch up with Sara and Warrick to see what they’ve got.”
Grissom agrees, and Ryan sees a look of relief pass over Greg’s face, just as it does his own. The endless amount of double shifts he’s been pulling lately is starting to wear him out, and all he wants to do right now is eat and go to sleep.
It’s the primary thought on his mind as the youngest CSIs walk out of the Miami lab, and Ryan can’t help but offer to buy Greg dinner, in an attempt to make up for what happened earlier in the day. He does his best to continue and force his suspicions down, Greg accepting the offer as they get into the car.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Something simple, I’m not really in the mood to go out anywhere. How’s the pizza around here?”
“I know a place. Do you drink?”
Greg nods and Ryan realizes that this is just about the most interaction they’ve had with each other all day. He realizes it’s not so bad when they’re both too tired to do anything but relax back into their seats, and the more he thinks about it, the more the suspicions fade further from his mind.
“I’ve got some beer at my place, we can order a couple of pizzas and relax.”
It’s only after Greg agrees that Ryan realizes he has just invited the older man back to his place, but he forces that aside, driving the few short blocks to his place. Not many people have been here before, he’s usually too busy with work to have any visitors, but the apartment is clean, nonetheless, as he pushes the door open, waiting for Greg to come in behind him before closing and locking it.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll go order the pizza. You want anything specific?”
“Pepperoni’s fine.”
Ryan disappears into the kitchen, and Greg makes his way towards the living room after kicking his shoes off at the door. The apartment is a decent size, one wall lined with a large bookshelf stocked with everything including pictures and magazines, a stereo, and of course, books. Greg lets his eyes scan over everything, looking over the CDs sitting on the bookshelf for a moment before crossing the room and sitting on the couch, hearing Ryan on the phone in the other room.
Greg’s not really sure what he’s doing here, he’s seen the way Ryan has been acting around him, but he tries to trust the other man. This whole case has put him through enough already, more than anyone could understand, more than he wants anyone to know.
Ryan enters the living room after ordering the pizza, cutting off Greg’s thoughts as he offers the older man a beer. Greg accepts and takes a drink from the long neck, allowing his body to relax into the couch as Ryan sits down nearby, the room falling silent for a moment before Ryan decides to take a chance and tread on thin waters.
“How well did you and Michael Stans know each other?”
The question catches Greg off guard. He figures that he has made his point clear earlier that he didn’t want to talk about it, but he has a feeling that Ryan’s not going to let it go very easily. If he can’t make the younger man forget about it though, he figures he can use it to his advantage, to make Ryan talk about something that he might not want to.
“I’ll answer your questions if you answer mine.”
Ryan doesn’t agree at first, instead taking a moment to think it over as he takes another drink of his beer. He’s not sure what kind of questions Greg could have for him, but he figures it’s only fair, and he nods, agreeing to the deal.
“I knew him for about six months before he was killed. Did you lie when you said you’ve never been to the club where your third victim was found?”
Greg knows he’s onto something as soon as he asks the question, seeing a fleeting look in Ryan’s eyes before he forces it into one of confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“The club we went to earlier for more evidence. When you walked in, it’s obvious that you have some sort of history there.”
Ryan knows quite well what club Greg is talking about, but he hopes he can play it off. The look Greg’s giving him now though says he’s not going to go for it, so he shrugs, suddenly becoming interested in the label on his beer that he’s peeling off.
“I’ve been there once before. What kind of relationship did you have with Michael Stans?”
Ryan tries to move the subject back over to Greg to not only deflect the attention from himself, but also to find out more about what kind of involvement Greg has with this case.
“We hooked up quite a few times. What happened at that club to make you look like you wanted to run from it the moment we walked in?”
It’s going too fast, and Ryan wants it to stop. He’s not as open of a person as Greg seems to be, and he downs the rest of his beer before standing up, ignoring Greg’s question as he walks into the kitchen.
He bends over into the fridge to grab another, and when he straightens back up, Greg is standing behind him, leaning against the kitchen counter with an empty bottle sitting next to him. Ryan gets him another refill as well before shutting the refrigerator and turning to face Greg, leaning up against the counter across from the older man.
“You didn’t answer my question. What happened at the club to make you want to run from it?”
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