Doppelganger [11/?]
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csi_fictionTitle: Doppelganger
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Rating: NC-17Beta(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?
Ryan’s only slightly surprised to wake up and realize that Greg is gone. At first, he considers the idea that Greg could just be in the restroom, but as he sits up and looks around, he notices the older man’s clothes are gone, and the bathroom light is off.
He worries about how Greg is handling all of this; he’s not really sure what happened last night. He figured they would at least talk about it a little, but he could also see the look in Greg’s eyes and knew that the older man was going to run the first chance he got.
It’s all the same, though; he’s not sure he even wants to talk about it. Calleigh’s tried to get him to talk about it, to an extent more than just giving details or the police report, but it’s not something he’s ready to do just yet.
Ryan tries to push the thoughts from his head as he finally gets out of bed, making his way into the bathroom to shower. He remains there for almost an hour, until the water runs cold, trying to stir his thoughts away to no avail, finally getting out when he realizes that his attempts are futile.
When he walks out of the bathroom, he’s surprised to see Calleigh standing in the room, putting her cell phone away as she sees the towel-clad CSI walk out. His face flushes briefly, his hand grabbing and holding the edge of the towel to make sure it doesn’t come open by accident.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard you had a visitor last night.”
She doesn’t sound upset, by any means, but more concerned. He knows that she didn’t want him to see Greg, and he wonders how she found out, hoping that she didn’t walk in by accident last night and he didn’t notice.
“Greg came over. How’d you find out?”
“Sara Sidle. She woke up in the middle of the night, and he was gone. She panicked and left the room to go find him, and she saw him leaving your room.”
“Nothing happened, if that’s what you’re thinking. He was zoned out most of the time he was here. We fell asleep on my bed, and he was gone when I woke up.”
As he speaks, Ryan goes through the small amount of clothes he has, pulling out some clean underwear and jeans. Calleigh turns her back to him briefly, giving him a moment to dress before turning back around, finding him still shirtless.
He goes back to searching through the bag of clothes, Calleigh watching silently as she sees the look in his eyes. It’s a mix of frustration and anger, and she can tell that everything that has happened is really starting to affect the normally controlled CSI as he finally pushes the bag off the bed in frustration.
“I need more fucking clothes.”
And there goes the control.
“Ryan-”
“I’m tired of being in this fucking hotel. I want my apartment back, I want all of my clothes.”
She’s never seen him act like this before, and she can see the tears of frustration building in his eyes as he runs his hands through his hair.
“I’m tired of being a fucking victim of this guy.”
“I know.”
“You don’t know. You weren’t there, you didn’t have someone sitting on you trying to fucking choke the air out of you. I thought I was going to die, you don’t know how that feels. The only person that does can’t even talk, and he’s worse off than I am.”
Ryan’s breathing heavily by the time he’s done yelling, Calleigh silently watching him. She knew this would happen if he didn’t talk about it. Eventually, it would get to be too much, and he wouldn’t be able to stop it from all coming out.
She’s not exactly sure what to do either, afraid he’s really going to shatter if she tries to approach him. He’s breathing heavily enough that he looks like he’s having a panic attack, and she knows that if he doesn’t calm down soon, he’s going to pass out from the carbon dioxide build up in his body.
“Ryan, please calm down, you’re going to make yourself pass out if you don’t breathe.”
She’s truly worried about him, realizing that he’s not even listening to her anymore, a distant look in his eyes.
Eventually, her fears come true, and Calleigh barely manages to cross the room and catch Ryan before he hits the ground as he passes out.
--
Ryan’s head is throbbing when he wakes up several hours later, opening his eyes slowly and turning his head to see Calleigh sitting in a chair next to the bed, her eyes closed but not asleep.
When she feels someone looking at her, she opens her eyes to see Ryan still lying on his stomach with his head towards her, staring silently.
She doesn’t know what to say to him, unsure if he’s going to lose it again, and she’s glad when he finally breaks the silence, his tone back to the one she’s used to instead of the angry and frustrated one he was using before he passed out.
“How long have I been out?”
“A few hours. Eric came by and brought you some more clothes.”
Ryan closes his eyes and shakes his head, sighing heavily.
“I want to go back to my apartment.”
Calleigh thinks that’s one of the last things he needs right now, not after his breakdown before. It’s only going to repeat when he sees the blood stains in his bathroom and bedroom from Greg’s attack.
“Horatio’s going to have it cleaned up before you go back. He’s working on getting that taken care of right now.”
“Has it been released?”
“We gathered everything we can from it. It was released last night.”
“Then I want to go back… today. I’m not staying in this hotel any longer.”
“Ryan-”
“You can take me, or I’ll get a cab. I’m going back.”
He pulls himself out of the bed, and Calleigh’s not sure what to do as Ryan pulls on a clean shirt and socks, finding his shoes and pulling them on.
She doesn’t want him to go back to his apartment, but he’s not giving her much of a choice, shoving all of his clothes in the bag after folding them up, ready within minutes to finally leave the hotel.
“Are you sure you want to do this right now? You can stay at my place for a few days, or Eric’s.”
“The guy is behind bars, and I’m not going to let him control my life any longer. I’m not hiding anymore.”
She realizes she has no choice. It’s his decision to make, and with the mood he’s in right now, she knows he’s not going to back down until she finally agrees. Maybe in the end this is what he needs, though - to go back to his apartment and face what happened.
“Alright, I’ll take you. But if you change your mind, promise you’ll let me know.”
He easily nods, silently thanking Calleigh as she finally stands up and moves to the door, walking out after Ryan.
On the way back to the apartment, not much is said between the pair, and Calleigh can tell by the way Ryan’s sitting that he’s a bit nervous about going back. She considers asking him again if he’s sure he wants to do this, but she decides against it as she pulls into the parking lot of the apartment complex, shutting off the Hummer and waiting for Ryan to make some sort of movement.
He only sits there for several long moments, silently staring at the window that leads to his master bedroom.
She doesn’t rush him, instead waiting silently until he finally opens the passenger side door and steps out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before walking in the direction of his apartment.
Calleigh gets out behind him, following him the short distance to his apartment door, but when he reaches it, he turns back to her, looking slightly confused about what she was doing.
“I want to go in alone.”
“I agreed to bring you here, Ryan. I’m not going to leave you alone in there until I know you can handle it.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You’ve already had a panic attack just from thinking about what happened. If you go in there, it’s going to be more real than ever.”
“I need to do this alone. It’s my decision, I was the one attacked-”
“Ryan.”
“I’m going in there alone.”
He makes his decision clear by unlocking the door and tearing away the police tape, walking in but stopping Calleigh when she tries to follow.
“Thanks for the ride.”
He closes the door before she can respond, locking it and pressing his back against it as he closes his eyes. He can smell the stench of blood, the air in the apartment feels thick, making it hard to breathe.
He’s trying to make himself open his eyes to walk all the way into the apartment, but it’s not as easy as he thought it would be, a cold sweat breaking out across his body, making him shiver slightly.
For a moment, he considers turning back around, he knows the chances of Calleigh still being outside is high, but he feels like going in is the only way to really start dealing with this.
When he finally convinces himself to go in, he has to force himself to remember to breathe, his eyes scanning over everything that was once familiar to him.
It doesn’t really feel like his apartment anymore, but more like another one of their many crime scenes: things moved around, out of order, pure chaos in his mind. As he walks through the living room, he hesitantly touches things, straightens them up, and puts them back in order.
The pillows on the couch are turned so that the patterns match, a spot catching Ryan’s eyes as he does so. He knows what it’s from, who’s it is, and in the back of his mind, he knows that they swabbed the semen stain when they went through his apartment.
He tries to flip the cushion over, but he still knows it’s there, and he can’t help but go into the kitchen and grab a wet rag, returning to the living room to try and scrub it away.
He scrubs at it even after it’s gone, his breathing heavy, and he knows he’s just trying to avoid the inevitable. He wants to get rid of any evidence of what happened that night, any evidence of Greg or the attacker being in his place.
It isn’t until he’s worn away a spot in the cushion that he finally stops, trying to get his breathing back under control as he stands up with the rag, turning the cushion back over to hide the spot.
When he returns back to the kitchen, he notices the random spots of fingerprint powder still lingering around, and he uses the rag once again to eliminate the evidence.
It’s almost an hour of cleaning the kitchen before he finally even considers going back towards the bedroom, his hands shaking when he reaches the closed door. He’s really not sure what to expect and not sure how bad it really is in there. He knows that the extent of Greg’s damages are bad, and that if cut deep enough, the throat can cause mass amounts of blood loss.
Those thoughts give him a mental image of just how bad it might be, and he hopes he’s over-exaggerating. But upon finally opening the door, he realizes he’s not, the amount of blood extreme in the short distance from the bathroom door to where Greg collapsed.
It’s easy to see where Greg tried to crawl for help, blood-stained handprints covering the carpet, massive blood drops following it along the once white carpet.
For a while, Ryan can only stand in the doorway of the room, staring at the blood, trying to force back the bile in his throat. He can feel the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, but he blinks several times, forcing them away, not allowing himself to cry.
As if to prove to himself that he can handle all of this, Ryan finally takes a step into the room, shortly followed by another until he’s standing in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at even more blood on the floor and counter and on the shower door.
He wonders how Greg could have possibly survived with this amount of blood loss, how he was discharged from the hospital so quickly with injuries that would cause this big of a mess.
However it happened, Ryan doesn’t want to think about it anymore, and he starts to repeat his actions from the kitchen, finding a rag and getting it wet.
He starts at the same place the attack started-- in the shower, spraying it down with bathroom cleaner before wiping away the blood, the water in the sink turning pink when he rinses the rag out.
--
Calleigh stays outside of Ryan’s apartment for a while, not sure if it’s really safe to leave him in there alone. She knows he needs to do this on his own, but that’s not going to make it any easier. She might not be so worried had it not been for the panic attack earlier, but that only serves to make her apprehension worse.
She only finally decides to leave when she gets a call for a new case, a DB out on the beach, and she really has no choice left but to go, apprehensively returning to the Hummer and leaving the apartment complex.
By the time she’s arrived at the crime scene, Calleigh’s managed to get herself back into CSI mode, walking over to Alexx who’s kneeling over a young girl in her early twenties, cause of death unknown.
“Alexx, what do we have?”
“A young one, between the ages of twenty-three and twenty-five. She was found about an hour ago by a man jogging along the beach. Right now there’s no obvious signs of COD, I’ll have to get her back to the lab first. According to the liver temp, she died less than four hours ago.”
As Alexx speaks, Calleigh’s phone begins to ring, and she excuses herself, seeing Horatio’s name on the screen when she flips it open.
“Duquesne.”
“Calleigh, where are you?”
“I’m at a crime scene on the beach. What’s going on?”
“Is Ryan with you?”
“No, I took him to his apartment. I left him there almost an hour ago. Horatio, what’s going on?”
His voice sounds off, oddly panicked, and it’s quickly worrying Calleigh, waiting for Horatio to answer as she feels a chill travel up her spine. She can hear tires squealing on the other end of the phone, as if Horatio just made a quick u-turn, and now she knows that something is definitely wrong, feeling her heart stop in her chest when Horatio finally responds.
“Chris Sullivan escaped from police custody at the hospital. He’s already killed Kyle Reynolds, and he might be going after Greg and Ryan next. I need you to get over to Ryan’s apartment, now. I’m already on my way.”
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Rating: NC-17Beta(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?
Ryan’s only slightly surprised to wake up and realize that Greg is gone. At first, he considers the idea that Greg could just be in the restroom, but as he sits up and looks around, he notices the older man’s clothes are gone, and the bathroom light is off.
He worries about how Greg is handling all of this; he’s not really sure what happened last night. He figured they would at least talk about it a little, but he could also see the look in Greg’s eyes and knew that the older man was going to run the first chance he got.
It’s all the same, though; he’s not sure he even wants to talk about it. Calleigh’s tried to get him to talk about it, to an extent more than just giving details or the police report, but it’s not something he’s ready to do just yet.
Ryan tries to push the thoughts from his head as he finally gets out of bed, making his way into the bathroom to shower. He remains there for almost an hour, until the water runs cold, trying to stir his thoughts away to no avail, finally getting out when he realizes that his attempts are futile.
When he walks out of the bathroom, he’s surprised to see Calleigh standing in the room, putting her cell phone away as she sees the towel-clad CSI walk out. His face flushes briefly, his hand grabbing and holding the edge of the towel to make sure it doesn’t come open by accident.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard you had a visitor last night.”
She doesn’t sound upset, by any means, but more concerned. He knows that she didn’t want him to see Greg, and he wonders how she found out, hoping that she didn’t walk in by accident last night and he didn’t notice.
“Greg came over. How’d you find out?”
“Sara Sidle. She woke up in the middle of the night, and he was gone. She panicked and left the room to go find him, and she saw him leaving your room.”
“Nothing happened, if that’s what you’re thinking. He was zoned out most of the time he was here. We fell asleep on my bed, and he was gone when I woke up.”
As he speaks, Ryan goes through the small amount of clothes he has, pulling out some clean underwear and jeans. Calleigh turns her back to him briefly, giving him a moment to dress before turning back around, finding him still shirtless.
He goes back to searching through the bag of clothes, Calleigh watching silently as she sees the look in his eyes. It’s a mix of frustration and anger, and she can tell that everything that has happened is really starting to affect the normally controlled CSI as he finally pushes the bag off the bed in frustration.
“I need more fucking clothes.”
And there goes the control.
“Ryan-”
“I’m tired of being in this fucking hotel. I want my apartment back, I want all of my clothes.”
She’s never seen him act like this before, and she can see the tears of frustration building in his eyes as he runs his hands through his hair.
“I’m tired of being a fucking victim of this guy.”
“I know.”
“You don’t know. You weren’t there, you didn’t have someone sitting on you trying to fucking choke the air out of you. I thought I was going to die, you don’t know how that feels. The only person that does can’t even talk, and he’s worse off than I am.”
Ryan’s breathing heavily by the time he’s done yelling, Calleigh silently watching him. She knew this would happen if he didn’t talk about it. Eventually, it would get to be too much, and he wouldn’t be able to stop it from all coming out.
She’s not exactly sure what to do either, afraid he’s really going to shatter if she tries to approach him. He’s breathing heavily enough that he looks like he’s having a panic attack, and she knows that if he doesn’t calm down soon, he’s going to pass out from the carbon dioxide build up in his body.
“Ryan, please calm down, you’re going to make yourself pass out if you don’t breathe.”
She’s truly worried about him, realizing that he’s not even listening to her anymore, a distant look in his eyes.
Eventually, her fears come true, and Calleigh barely manages to cross the room and catch Ryan before he hits the ground as he passes out.
--
Ryan’s head is throbbing when he wakes up several hours later, opening his eyes slowly and turning his head to see Calleigh sitting in a chair next to the bed, her eyes closed but not asleep.
When she feels someone looking at her, she opens her eyes to see Ryan still lying on his stomach with his head towards her, staring silently.
She doesn’t know what to say to him, unsure if he’s going to lose it again, and she’s glad when he finally breaks the silence, his tone back to the one she’s used to instead of the angry and frustrated one he was using before he passed out.
“How long have I been out?”
“A few hours. Eric came by and brought you some more clothes.”
Ryan closes his eyes and shakes his head, sighing heavily.
“I want to go back to my apartment.”
Calleigh thinks that’s one of the last things he needs right now, not after his breakdown before. It’s only going to repeat when he sees the blood stains in his bathroom and bedroom from Greg’s attack.
“Horatio’s going to have it cleaned up before you go back. He’s working on getting that taken care of right now.”
“Has it been released?”
“We gathered everything we can from it. It was released last night.”
“Then I want to go back… today. I’m not staying in this hotel any longer.”
“Ryan-”
“You can take me, or I’ll get a cab. I’m going back.”
He pulls himself out of the bed, and Calleigh’s not sure what to do as Ryan pulls on a clean shirt and socks, finding his shoes and pulling them on.
She doesn’t want him to go back to his apartment, but he’s not giving her much of a choice, shoving all of his clothes in the bag after folding them up, ready within minutes to finally leave the hotel.
“Are you sure you want to do this right now? You can stay at my place for a few days, or Eric’s.”
“The guy is behind bars, and I’m not going to let him control my life any longer. I’m not hiding anymore.”
She realizes she has no choice. It’s his decision to make, and with the mood he’s in right now, she knows he’s not going to back down until she finally agrees. Maybe in the end this is what he needs, though - to go back to his apartment and face what happened.
“Alright, I’ll take you. But if you change your mind, promise you’ll let me know.”
He easily nods, silently thanking Calleigh as she finally stands up and moves to the door, walking out after Ryan.
On the way back to the apartment, not much is said between the pair, and Calleigh can tell by the way Ryan’s sitting that he’s a bit nervous about going back. She considers asking him again if he’s sure he wants to do this, but she decides against it as she pulls into the parking lot of the apartment complex, shutting off the Hummer and waiting for Ryan to make some sort of movement.
He only sits there for several long moments, silently staring at the window that leads to his master bedroom.
She doesn’t rush him, instead waiting silently until he finally opens the passenger side door and steps out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before walking in the direction of his apartment.
Calleigh gets out behind him, following him the short distance to his apartment door, but when he reaches it, he turns back to her, looking slightly confused about what she was doing.
“I want to go in alone.”
“I agreed to bring you here, Ryan. I’m not going to leave you alone in there until I know you can handle it.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You’ve already had a panic attack just from thinking about what happened. If you go in there, it’s going to be more real than ever.”
“I need to do this alone. It’s my decision, I was the one attacked-”
“Ryan.”
“I’m going in there alone.”
He makes his decision clear by unlocking the door and tearing away the police tape, walking in but stopping Calleigh when she tries to follow.
“Thanks for the ride.”
He closes the door before she can respond, locking it and pressing his back against it as he closes his eyes. He can smell the stench of blood, the air in the apartment feels thick, making it hard to breathe.
He’s trying to make himself open his eyes to walk all the way into the apartment, but it’s not as easy as he thought it would be, a cold sweat breaking out across his body, making him shiver slightly.
For a moment, he considers turning back around, he knows the chances of Calleigh still being outside is high, but he feels like going in is the only way to really start dealing with this.
When he finally convinces himself to go in, he has to force himself to remember to breathe, his eyes scanning over everything that was once familiar to him.
It doesn’t really feel like his apartment anymore, but more like another one of their many crime scenes: things moved around, out of order, pure chaos in his mind. As he walks through the living room, he hesitantly touches things, straightens them up, and puts them back in order.
The pillows on the couch are turned so that the patterns match, a spot catching Ryan’s eyes as he does so. He knows what it’s from, who’s it is, and in the back of his mind, he knows that they swabbed the semen stain when they went through his apartment.
He tries to flip the cushion over, but he still knows it’s there, and he can’t help but go into the kitchen and grab a wet rag, returning to the living room to try and scrub it away.
He scrubs at it even after it’s gone, his breathing heavy, and he knows he’s just trying to avoid the inevitable. He wants to get rid of any evidence of what happened that night, any evidence of Greg or the attacker being in his place.
It isn’t until he’s worn away a spot in the cushion that he finally stops, trying to get his breathing back under control as he stands up with the rag, turning the cushion back over to hide the spot.
When he returns back to the kitchen, he notices the random spots of fingerprint powder still lingering around, and he uses the rag once again to eliminate the evidence.
It’s almost an hour of cleaning the kitchen before he finally even considers going back towards the bedroom, his hands shaking when he reaches the closed door. He’s really not sure what to expect and not sure how bad it really is in there. He knows that the extent of Greg’s damages are bad, and that if cut deep enough, the throat can cause mass amounts of blood loss.
Those thoughts give him a mental image of just how bad it might be, and he hopes he’s over-exaggerating. But upon finally opening the door, he realizes he’s not, the amount of blood extreme in the short distance from the bathroom door to where Greg collapsed.
It’s easy to see where Greg tried to crawl for help, blood-stained handprints covering the carpet, massive blood drops following it along the once white carpet.
For a while, Ryan can only stand in the doorway of the room, staring at the blood, trying to force back the bile in his throat. He can feel the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, but he blinks several times, forcing them away, not allowing himself to cry.
As if to prove to himself that he can handle all of this, Ryan finally takes a step into the room, shortly followed by another until he’s standing in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at even more blood on the floor and counter and on the shower door.
He wonders how Greg could have possibly survived with this amount of blood loss, how he was discharged from the hospital so quickly with injuries that would cause this big of a mess.
However it happened, Ryan doesn’t want to think about it anymore, and he starts to repeat his actions from the kitchen, finding a rag and getting it wet.
He starts at the same place the attack started-- in the shower, spraying it down with bathroom cleaner before wiping away the blood, the water in the sink turning pink when he rinses the rag out.
--
Calleigh stays outside of Ryan’s apartment for a while, not sure if it’s really safe to leave him in there alone. She knows he needs to do this on his own, but that’s not going to make it any easier. She might not be so worried had it not been for the panic attack earlier, but that only serves to make her apprehension worse.
She only finally decides to leave when she gets a call for a new case, a DB out on the beach, and she really has no choice left but to go, apprehensively returning to the Hummer and leaving the apartment complex.
By the time she’s arrived at the crime scene, Calleigh’s managed to get herself back into CSI mode, walking over to Alexx who’s kneeling over a young girl in her early twenties, cause of death unknown.
“Alexx, what do we have?”
“A young one, between the ages of twenty-three and twenty-five. She was found about an hour ago by a man jogging along the beach. Right now there’s no obvious signs of COD, I’ll have to get her back to the lab first. According to the liver temp, she died less than four hours ago.”
As Alexx speaks, Calleigh’s phone begins to ring, and she excuses herself, seeing Horatio’s name on the screen when she flips it open.
“Duquesne.”
“Calleigh, where are you?”
“I’m at a crime scene on the beach. What’s going on?”
“Is Ryan with you?”
“No, I took him to his apartment. I left him there almost an hour ago. Horatio, what’s going on?”
His voice sounds off, oddly panicked, and it’s quickly worrying Calleigh, waiting for Horatio to answer as she feels a chill travel up her spine. She can hear tires squealing on the other end of the phone, as if Horatio just made a quick u-turn, and now she knows that something is definitely wrong, feeling her heart stop in her chest when Horatio finally responds.
“Chris Sullivan escaped from police custody at the hospital. He’s already killed Kyle Reynolds, and he might be going after Greg and Ryan next. I need you to get over to Ryan’s apartment, now. I’m already on my way.”
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