Semi-long time lurker, first time poster. This is my first CSI: Miami fic so please be gentle. I do appreciate constructive criticism and reviews and both are highly welcomed.

Title: Becomes of the Lost
Author: deathsguardian
Category: Angst, one-sided (for now) Ryan/Eric, first-time, h/c, mentions of child abuse
Spoilers: "Nailed" later on
Rating: PG-13 but will be NC-17 in later chapters
Pairing: N/A but will be Eric/Ryan
Summary: Ryan Wolfe moved to Miami to get away from his past and make a new life for himself and to forget about his past. What happens when that past comes to present?
Warning: Possible non-con later on, also may be some slight OOC-ness.
Author's Note- I don't own the show or the characters I'm just borrowing for the sake of this fic.

Ryan held back the frustrated yell as he un-successfully tried shutting his locker door again. He had been here almost two months and he still had the locker with the broken door. He glanced down the row looking at the nametags until he saw the locker with the nametag that read "Speed" on it. He sighed looking at his broken locker again, the only one without a nametag to personalize it, make it truly his, even if his stuff was in there, he still felt like a stranger. Horatio had promised to get him one right after he started working, along with getting the door fixed, and neither had yet happen. Every time he asked he was met with excuse after excuse and gave up trying altogether. Other than the one he currently occupied there was no other lockers available except for that one, the one that his new co-workers, he refused to call them his team mates even though Horatio insisted on it, had made blatantly obvious was not his, would never be his, but Speed's.

With a final sigh he grabbed his bag and shouldered it as he walked out pausing at Speed's locker one last time before snorting and storming out of the locker room. He stopped when he almost ran into someone and groaned when he saw it was none other than Eric Delko. The two stared at each other, glaring to see who would back down first.

"Wolfe." The name sounded strained, like some poison Eric was being made to drink. Ryan kept himself from flinching at the venom in his voice. The voice that had never been directed at him in kindness only malice and as of late he had started wondering what it would sound like in the midst of passion. He knew that he would never find out though, it was Eric Delko, ladies man and hater of everything Ryan Wolfe.

"Delko." He replied with the same venom he was shown. The two squared off before Eric huffed and brushed past Ryan roughly, knocking him back a step. Growling Ryan continued his way out to the parking garage ignoring the glares and comments he got from people with now practiced ease as he walked by. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and yell at them all that he wasn't the one who killed their friend and to just leave him alone and let him do his job. He was almost to the exit when he heard his name come from behind. Sighing for what seemed like the one hundredth time that day he turned with a frown to Calleigh coming up behind him.

"You're leaving a little early today, something the matter?" she asked, her voice was clipped and cold like it usually was when she was around him, not the friendly, warm sound when it was someone else.

"My shift ended two and a half hours ago, and I closed my case so Horatio told me to go home." He said just as clipped. Why his co-workers seemed to enjoy taunting him about his inabilities and low stamina he didn't know.

Calleigh's lips pursed into a fine line as her normally friendly eyes turned colder, "No reason to snap at me Ryan," she spat his name as she stood straighter, "I was just trying to be nice. You really need to learn some manners." And with that she turned on her heel and walked briskly away.

Holding back the urge to go after her, shove her against the wall, and telling her off about learning manners, he turned and finally made it out the door to the parking garage.

By the time he made it to his car his mouth was clenched to keep from trembling, and he was holding back tears. He opened his door and threw his bag into the passengers seat before getting in and slamming the door shut harder than was necessary. It was then that Ryan let out a strangled sob as he hit the steering wheel with both hands, letting the first tears of the night fall freely.

He sat there letting the tears fall, letting his frustrations out on the wheel. He could understand at first why he was being treated as he was; their co-worker and friend had just died and he had come in looking for a job, he could understand why he was being treated like some outside intruder. In his mind it had been bad timing, but obviously not to them as they had said his first days here that he could never take Speed's place. But being treated like the same piece of trash almost two months later was quickly wearing him down both physically and mentally.

Alexx came out from the building stopping to dig out her keys before continuing on. She stopped short gasping as she saw Ryan hunched over shacking in his car. Narrowing her eyes she made her way over only to stop as he sat up wiping his eyes. She watched as he started his car and then drove out of the parking lot. Frowning to herself she made her way back into the building. She and Horatio needed to talk.

"Horatio he was out in the parking garage, in his car, crying." Alexx said stressing the last word as she leaned across the desk.

"I understood you the first time Alexx, I'm just trying to figure out what you are wanting me to do about it." Horatio said calmly as the women in front of him ranted.

"Well for one you could get his locker fixed, or give him Speed's locker, even though that would make things final." She said, "Also a nametag on his locker wouldn't hurt, he already feels like he's not part of the team enough as it is, and those things just isolate him more than everybody treating him like shit!" she continued slamming a fist on the desk.

The red-head just tilted his head and spoke slowly, "I know these thing's Alexx and am very aware of them, but you also know I haven't been able to get anyone in here to do either of those things." He said avoiding the subject of giving away Tim's locker all together.

"Haven't been able to, or won't Horatio. He's been here almost two months and everyone except for me is still treating him like a shit replacement you can't get rid of and I'm tired of it Horatio, I'm just tired of it. You of all people should know better and you hired him Horatio, for god sakes you hired the boy and you haven't done anything to protect him from any of this." She hissed leaning over looking straight into Horatio's eyes.

"I'm not going to get into this right before I'm leaving Alexx." He said closing the folder he was looking at when Alexx came in, "And as for treating him like some "shit replacement" as you put it, I recall you did the same thing." He said.

Alexx flinched slightly but quickly recovered, "That's true Horatio, I did but you know what? I've apologized to him, I've done what everyone else is refusing to do and treating him like a human being." She snapped, straightening up and grabbing her purse, "And if you can't even do that after what you've done to that boy then you are certainly not the man I thought you were. I'll see you tomorrow." She said and stormed out of the office.

Ryan downed another beer and motioned for the bartender to bring him another one. He wasn't a drinker by no means but he had the day off tomorrow so he decided to go out, get drunk, and allow himself to be able to forget about his job and co-workers, at least for tonight. It wasn't until Eric showed up out of the blue with friends and taunted him going as far to almost shove him off the stool that he started drinking more and an hour later he found himself being escorted out by a bouncer to a cab waiting to take him home.