Doppelganger [7/?]
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csi_fictionTitle: Doppelganger
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Rating: NC-17
Beta(s): Shadowfax / Twiz
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?
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
Ryan stands outside of the ICU room looking in through the glass doors at the pale figure lying in the hospital bed, a tube extending from his mouth and several wires surfacing from under the hospital blanket and gown. He’s been standing here for almost ten minutes since Calleigh left to get some coffee, and he convinced the officer at his door to escort him up to the ICU floor.
Now, he turns to see an older woman with dark hair standing a few feet away with her arms folded over her chest, the female CSI looking none too pleased to be seeing the younger man there.
“I just wanted to see for myself that he’s alive.”
“So you can accuse him of murder some more?”
He doesn’t say anything in response, he doesn’t want to have to go through this with yet another person so he remains silent, turning back to stare at Greg. The thought of their sexual encounters suddenly comes to mind, and he feels himself flush, ignoring the presence of the other CSI still near him.
This whole situation has gotten out of hand, giving him a brutal headache as he leans forward and lets his forehead rest against the glass. He feels a chill and pulls the cheap hospital robe tighter around him, his hand hurting from the IV that’s still stuck in the back of it, the tube’s luckily been disconnected so he doesn’t have to wheel around an IV pole.
The doctor told him just shortly after his initial talk with Calleigh that he’ll be able to go home in the next twenty-four hours, and he’s waiting anxiously for the time that he’s discharged, wanting to get some real sleep, some time alone to himself without Calleigh hovering around him.
Speaking of the older woman, Ryan feels a new presence standing next to him, and he sees Calleigh’s reflection in the glass he’s leaning against, the woman looking none too thrilled as she holds a cup of coffee in her hand, another officer standing behind her.
“What are you doing up here, Ryan?”
“I just wanted to see him.”
He thinks Sara is going to say something again, but she only sighs before walking away, leaving them alone with the officers still standing behind them.
“Ryan, I know you two went through a lot back at your apartment, but I think maybe it would be best for you both to keep your distance, at least until this case is closed.”
He can’t, probably wouldn’t be able to even if he tried. Just like back at the apartment when they were in the kitchen, Ryan feels drawn to Greg; there’s just something about him. He can still feel the older man inside of him, and he can’t help but replay the scene from the kitchen on repeat inside of his head.
“I want to go in there.”
“Ryan, you can’t do that. You need to get back to your room. The doctor is going to be there any minute now to discharge you.”
He finally turns away from the glass, away from Greg, and he reluctantly agrees to go with Calleigh, the officers following them as they make their way back to the room where the doctor’s already waiting, talking to a nurse.
“Mr. Wolfe, we were starting to think that you flew the coop on us here.”
“He just went upstairs to visit a colleague.”
Calleigh speaks for him as Ryan sits in a chair that’s next to the bed, rubbing his face with his hands as he lets out a tired sigh. He’s ready to be over with this, out of these clothes and in a real bed. Hospitals never really were his thing to begin with, and the stress he’s feeling is only making it worse.
--
Ryan’s been fairly silent since he got back to the room. He wants to sleep this all away, but it’s not going to happen, especially not with the threat of a killer still lingering over them. The case is no longer in his hands, but it’s definitely still a part of him, will be for a while. His throat’s still sore and slightly swollen, and as he ties his shoes, he realizes his hands are shaking profusely.
When he’s done tying the laces, he sits back up and balls his hands into fists, releasing them before repeating the action, trying to get them to stop. Calleigh watches him, and she feels for the younger CSI, just now really taking into consideration that although Ryan has made several mistakes over the past few days, he’s still a victim of the serial killer, one that managed to fight back and survive and possibly save Greg’s life, whether or not he’s the one that put the Vegas CSI in that position in the first place.
“We’re going to find this guy, Ryan.”
He forgets she’s still there when she speaks again, and he quickly buries his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he stands up, trying to hide them away from her. The words she provide don’t give much comfort to him; it’s not only the rampant serial killer he’s dealing with, but thoughts of Greg as well, part of him wanting to go back up to the ICU to see the older man before he leaves.
He knows Calleigh won’t let him though, so he silently gathers the papers the doctor gave him as he was going over the prescriptions, informing him that the swelling in his throat will go down in a few days. He’s sure that with the amount of medications he was prescribed that he’ll sleep right through it, and at this point, it’s about the only thing he wants - sleep.
After a short while of silence, a nurse walks into the room, pushing a wheelchair. He’s fully capable of walking out of the hospital alone, but he knows it’s hospital regulations so he doesn’t argue, instead, sitting down and feeling a bit crowded as he’s pushed out into the hallway where the two officers are waiting for him.
Calleigh walks alongside him, the two silent as they get to the car, and he climbs into the backseat, the officers sitting in the front seat while Calleigh remains next to him.
The officers talk quietly amongst themselves on the way to the hotel that sits just outside of Miami, and he’s glad for a moment of fresh air when his door opens and he steps out, the sky dark around them as he follows an officer into a rather nice looking hotel. Within no time, he’s laying with his back flat against the king sized bed, feeling every muscle in his body relax as he kicks off his shoes over the edge of the mattress and takes in several deep breaths.
Surprisingly enough, he finds himself starting to doze off moments later, faintly hearing Calleigh mention something about getting his prescriptions filled. He doesn’t acknowledge her. His eyes are closed, and his breathing’s starting to even out, and she can tell he’s falling asleep as she quietly leaves the room, reminding the two officers to keep a close eye on him and anyone who looks suspicious that might be walking the halls.
He feels almost weightless laying on the bed, like he’s drifted away from his body, but the calm around him soon becomes distorted as he feels like his air is being choked off once again, like someone’s got their hands around his throat, and he starts to struggle in the bed.
Calleigh finds Ryan tossing and turning in his sleep when she comes back almost an hour later, the younger man crying out as he claws at his throat, and the female CSI quickly rushes over to the bed, grabbing and shaking Ryan’s shoulder to try and wake him. His sudden response catches her off guard, and she stands back startled when he jumps out of the bed and rushes into the bathroom, dry heaving echoing throughout the small bathroom moments later.
She gives him a few minutes of privacy before going into the bathroom, finding him sitting with his back against the wall across from the toilet, his skin flushed and sweaty, his eyes closed, and his breath coming out in quick gasps.
“Are you okay?”
No, he’s far from it, but he won’t let himself verbalize it. Instead, he just nods his head, but Calleigh sees right through it, sees his hands shaking as he runs them down his sweating face.
“Don’t let this get to you, Ryan. You survived, you both did. You might have made some unfavorable decisions in the process, but in the end, it could be what saved your lives. The killer was obviously watching one, or both of you. If he would have gotten to either of you while you were alone, this could have turned out a lot worse.”
“I don’t know this guy, Calleigh. I met him less than seventy-two hours ago, and I’ve already accused him of being a serial killer, not to mention letting him screw me. And now he’s in the hospital with injuries that could have been a direct result of my careless actions. How can I not let this get to me?”
There’s not really an answer she can provide, and the room falls into silence as Calleigh sits on the closed toilet seat across from Ryan. They remain there until the silence is interrupted, not by one of them but Horatio instead, the CSI clearing his throat and gaining both of their attentions.
“Horatio, has there been a break in the case?”
“Unfortunately not, but there has been some major changes. The FBI has been called in to work on the case. As a result, the Vegas team will be leaving first thing in the morning, except for Sara Sidle, who will be staying here until Greg is released from the hospital, which could be in only a few short days.”
They have mixed reactions about the latest news. Although they now have more resources to try and catch this guy, it’s not necessarily a good sign when the FBI is brought into a case, and it makes Ryan fear for his job even more, knowing that they’re going to be updated on his actions as of lately.
The thought makes him a little more pale, and Calleigh squeezes his knee as she stands up, holding her hand out to help him up. After a moment, he takes it and finds himself standing back on his feet, moving back into the hotel room where Horatio is waiting for them.
“So what do we do now?”
“We’re still in charge, but if we don’t find this guy soon, that will no longer be the case. Greg woke up a short time ago, and Eric is working on getting his statement. Greg can’t talk, and his hands are shaky, so it’s taking him a little longer. All Eric’s got so far is that Greg wasn’t able to get a look at the guy, the killer came from behind him. Ryan, have you been able to remember anything else from the attack?”
He shakes his head; he’s of no use to the case either. He knows he should have done more, tried to scratch the guy to get DNA from his skin, hit him harder and cause him to bleed, something. He’s a CSI, he should have been able to do something, but instead, they’re left with yet another dead end.
“It was too dark. I tried to stab him, but”
“It’s alright, Ryan, you tried. This guy has already proven that he knows what he’s doing, I have a feeling he knew what he was getting himself into when he came after a CSI. We found the same trace of leather gloves on the knife and towel. Same trace on the wire buried in Greg’s neck.”
“How can he go this long without getting caught, without leaving any trace of himself behind?”
It perplexes Calleigh. She has yet to come across a criminal who has not missed at least one detail in the process of covering up others. Horatio thinks a little clearer, though, his gaze focuses on Ryan as he develops a theory, one that follows the same line of thought Ryan had previously.
“Maybe you were on the right track, Ryan, but looking in the wrong place.”
The statement causes both Calleigh and Ryan to raise their eyebrows in confusion, trying to follow their supervisor’s line of thought as he stands with his hands on his hips. He doesn’t bother to elaborate until he finally pulls out his cell phone and hits speed dial, waiting for only a short moment before the other line picks up.
“Eric, I need you to run a background check on everyone that works at the lab. See if any of them have any relation to Las Vegas. I think this guy may be working on the inside.”
“That might not be necessary, H. I think we just caught our killer.”
~*~*~
Posted from The Naked Attic and updated every weekend.
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Rating: NC-17
Beta(s): Shadowfax / Twiz
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?
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
Ryan stands outside of the ICU room looking in through the glass doors at the pale figure lying in the hospital bed, a tube extending from his mouth and several wires surfacing from under the hospital blanket and gown. He’s been standing here for almost ten minutes since Calleigh left to get some coffee, and he convinced the officer at his door to escort him up to the ICU floor.
Now, he turns to see an older woman with dark hair standing a few feet away with her arms folded over her chest, the female CSI looking none too pleased to be seeing the younger man there.
“I just wanted to see for myself that he’s alive.”
“So you can accuse him of murder some more?”
He doesn’t say anything in response, he doesn’t want to have to go through this with yet another person so he remains silent, turning back to stare at Greg. The thought of their sexual encounters suddenly comes to mind, and he feels himself flush, ignoring the presence of the other CSI still near him.
This whole situation has gotten out of hand, giving him a brutal headache as he leans forward and lets his forehead rest against the glass. He feels a chill and pulls the cheap hospital robe tighter around him, his hand hurting from the IV that’s still stuck in the back of it, the tube’s luckily been disconnected so he doesn’t have to wheel around an IV pole.
The doctor told him just shortly after his initial talk with Calleigh that he’ll be able to go home in the next twenty-four hours, and he’s waiting anxiously for the time that he’s discharged, wanting to get some real sleep, some time alone to himself without Calleigh hovering around him.
Speaking of the older woman, Ryan feels a new presence standing next to him, and he sees Calleigh’s reflection in the glass he’s leaning against, the woman looking none too thrilled as she holds a cup of coffee in her hand, another officer standing behind her.
“What are you doing up here, Ryan?”
“I just wanted to see him.”
He thinks Sara is going to say something again, but she only sighs before walking away, leaving them alone with the officers still standing behind them.
“Ryan, I know you two went through a lot back at your apartment, but I think maybe it would be best for you both to keep your distance, at least until this case is closed.”
He can’t, probably wouldn’t be able to even if he tried. Just like back at the apartment when they were in the kitchen, Ryan feels drawn to Greg; there’s just something about him. He can still feel the older man inside of him, and he can’t help but replay the scene from the kitchen on repeat inside of his head.
“I want to go in there.”
“Ryan, you can’t do that. You need to get back to your room. The doctor is going to be there any minute now to discharge you.”
He finally turns away from the glass, away from Greg, and he reluctantly agrees to go with Calleigh, the officers following them as they make their way back to the room where the doctor’s already waiting, talking to a nurse.
“Mr. Wolfe, we were starting to think that you flew the coop on us here.”
“He just went upstairs to visit a colleague.”
Calleigh speaks for him as Ryan sits in a chair that’s next to the bed, rubbing his face with his hands as he lets out a tired sigh. He’s ready to be over with this, out of these clothes and in a real bed. Hospitals never really were his thing to begin with, and the stress he’s feeling is only making it worse.
--
Ryan’s been fairly silent since he got back to the room. He wants to sleep this all away, but it’s not going to happen, especially not with the threat of a killer still lingering over them. The case is no longer in his hands, but it’s definitely still a part of him, will be for a while. His throat’s still sore and slightly swollen, and as he ties his shoes, he realizes his hands are shaking profusely.
When he’s done tying the laces, he sits back up and balls his hands into fists, releasing them before repeating the action, trying to get them to stop. Calleigh watches him, and she feels for the younger CSI, just now really taking into consideration that although Ryan has made several mistakes over the past few days, he’s still a victim of the serial killer, one that managed to fight back and survive and possibly save Greg’s life, whether or not he’s the one that put the Vegas CSI in that position in the first place.
“We’re going to find this guy, Ryan.”
He forgets she’s still there when she speaks again, and he quickly buries his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he stands up, trying to hide them away from her. The words she provide don’t give much comfort to him; it’s not only the rampant serial killer he’s dealing with, but thoughts of Greg as well, part of him wanting to go back up to the ICU to see the older man before he leaves.
He knows Calleigh won’t let him though, so he silently gathers the papers the doctor gave him as he was going over the prescriptions, informing him that the swelling in his throat will go down in a few days. He’s sure that with the amount of medications he was prescribed that he’ll sleep right through it, and at this point, it’s about the only thing he wants - sleep.
After a short while of silence, a nurse walks into the room, pushing a wheelchair. He’s fully capable of walking out of the hospital alone, but he knows it’s hospital regulations so he doesn’t argue, instead, sitting down and feeling a bit crowded as he’s pushed out into the hallway where the two officers are waiting for him.
Calleigh walks alongside him, the two silent as they get to the car, and he climbs into the backseat, the officers sitting in the front seat while Calleigh remains next to him.
The officers talk quietly amongst themselves on the way to the hotel that sits just outside of Miami, and he’s glad for a moment of fresh air when his door opens and he steps out, the sky dark around them as he follows an officer into a rather nice looking hotel. Within no time, he’s laying with his back flat against the king sized bed, feeling every muscle in his body relax as he kicks off his shoes over the edge of the mattress and takes in several deep breaths.
Surprisingly enough, he finds himself starting to doze off moments later, faintly hearing Calleigh mention something about getting his prescriptions filled. He doesn’t acknowledge her. His eyes are closed, and his breathing’s starting to even out, and she can tell he’s falling asleep as she quietly leaves the room, reminding the two officers to keep a close eye on him and anyone who looks suspicious that might be walking the halls.
He feels almost weightless laying on the bed, like he’s drifted away from his body, but the calm around him soon becomes distorted as he feels like his air is being choked off once again, like someone’s got their hands around his throat, and he starts to struggle in the bed.
Calleigh finds Ryan tossing and turning in his sleep when she comes back almost an hour later, the younger man crying out as he claws at his throat, and the female CSI quickly rushes over to the bed, grabbing and shaking Ryan’s shoulder to try and wake him. His sudden response catches her off guard, and she stands back startled when he jumps out of the bed and rushes into the bathroom, dry heaving echoing throughout the small bathroom moments later.
She gives him a few minutes of privacy before going into the bathroom, finding him sitting with his back against the wall across from the toilet, his skin flushed and sweaty, his eyes closed, and his breath coming out in quick gasps.
“Are you okay?”
No, he’s far from it, but he won’t let himself verbalize it. Instead, he just nods his head, but Calleigh sees right through it, sees his hands shaking as he runs them down his sweating face.
“Don’t let this get to you, Ryan. You survived, you both did. You might have made some unfavorable decisions in the process, but in the end, it could be what saved your lives. The killer was obviously watching one, or both of you. If he would have gotten to either of you while you were alone, this could have turned out a lot worse.”
“I don’t know this guy, Calleigh. I met him less than seventy-two hours ago, and I’ve already accused him of being a serial killer, not to mention letting him screw me. And now he’s in the hospital with injuries that could have been a direct result of my careless actions. How can I not let this get to me?”
There’s not really an answer she can provide, and the room falls into silence as Calleigh sits on the closed toilet seat across from Ryan. They remain there until the silence is interrupted, not by one of them but Horatio instead, the CSI clearing his throat and gaining both of their attentions.
“Horatio, has there been a break in the case?”
“Unfortunately not, but there has been some major changes. The FBI has been called in to work on the case. As a result, the Vegas team will be leaving first thing in the morning, except for Sara Sidle, who will be staying here until Greg is released from the hospital, which could be in only a few short days.”
They have mixed reactions about the latest news. Although they now have more resources to try and catch this guy, it’s not necessarily a good sign when the FBI is brought into a case, and it makes Ryan fear for his job even more, knowing that they’re going to be updated on his actions as of lately.
The thought makes him a little more pale, and Calleigh squeezes his knee as she stands up, holding her hand out to help him up. After a moment, he takes it and finds himself standing back on his feet, moving back into the hotel room where Horatio is waiting for them.
“So what do we do now?”
“We’re still in charge, but if we don’t find this guy soon, that will no longer be the case. Greg woke up a short time ago, and Eric is working on getting his statement. Greg can’t talk, and his hands are shaky, so it’s taking him a little longer. All Eric’s got so far is that Greg wasn’t able to get a look at the guy, the killer came from behind him. Ryan, have you been able to remember anything else from the attack?”
He shakes his head; he’s of no use to the case either. He knows he should have done more, tried to scratch the guy to get DNA from his skin, hit him harder and cause him to bleed, something. He’s a CSI, he should have been able to do something, but instead, they’re left with yet another dead end.
“It was too dark. I tried to stab him, but”
“It’s alright, Ryan, you tried. This guy has already proven that he knows what he’s doing, I have a feeling he knew what he was getting himself into when he came after a CSI. We found the same trace of leather gloves on the knife and towel. Same trace on the wire buried in Greg’s neck.”
“How can he go this long without getting caught, without leaving any trace of himself behind?”
It perplexes Calleigh. She has yet to come across a criminal who has not missed at least one detail in the process of covering up others. Horatio thinks a little clearer, though, his gaze focuses on Ryan as he develops a theory, one that follows the same line of thought Ryan had previously.
“Maybe you were on the right track, Ryan, but looking in the wrong place.”
The statement causes both Calleigh and Ryan to raise their eyebrows in confusion, trying to follow their supervisor’s line of thought as he stands with his hands on his hips. He doesn’t bother to elaborate until he finally pulls out his cell phone and hits speed dial, waiting for only a short moment before the other line picks up.
“Eric, I need you to run a background check on everyone that works at the lab. See if any of them have any relation to Las Vegas. I think this guy may be working on the inside.”
“That might not be necessary, H. I think we just caught our killer.”
~*~*~
Posted from The Naked Attic and updated every weekend.
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