CSI:Miami.

Calleigh Duquesne, Ryan Wolfe. CaRWash. At the moment it is Ryan's POV but that changes as the story goes on. Mmkay.

"Time after time."

I was listening to Ashley Tisdale's cover of Time After Time and I got this idea from it. It's my view of what happened at the end of 'All in'. Well what I wish would happen! xD

Read&Review so I know if to write more.

Ryan Wolfe stood silently outside the front of the lab, just at the top of the steps. Only an hour before, they were following Calleigh's clues to save her from her abductors. Luckily, the blonde CSI lead them right to her and they had gotten her back safely. Ryan was more then relieved when he saw her; alive and well. From the first day, he started at the lab, he was drawn to her. Maybe it was her intelligence, friendliness, her bright green eyes, or that southern accent of hers. He couldn't pin point the exact moment he had fallen head over heals for 'the bullet girl' but that didn't matter. He was in love with her but he could never tell her. She was his superior, his coworker and worst of all, it was clear Eric was in love with her and...Ryan was sure Calleigh knew that.

Now, he stood in the warm Miami heat, the sunlight beating down on his face as he watched the love of his life walking to her car...with Eric. Ryan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with jealousy. He had wanted to look after her, bring her home, make sure she was safe and never leave her side again. But as always, Eric had beat him to it. Seeing Calleigh's beautiful smile towards Eric, he sighed and shuffled his feet beneath him. He watched them intently wondering why she was getting into Eric's car. What had happened in those few seconds before she had nearly driven off from the lab's car lot? He watched as Eric opened the car door for her and she got in before Eric went to the driver's side. The colour faded from Ryan's face as disappointment ran through his blood. If he had have walked her to her car, he could've been the one taking care of her. His eyes never left the car as Eric pulled it out and drove passed him; giving Ryan a knowing smirk. The beautiful blonde however, lifted her hand and offered a small wave with a warm smile before the car drove out of the car lot and into the traffic. But Ryan stood, rooted to the ground until it was out of sight.

"Why don't you just tell her, baby?" Came a sudden voice from beside Ryan. He'd know that calm, soothing voice anywhere and turned his head sideways to smile softly at Alexx.

"Tell who?" He asked, trying to act dumb but just by the look on her face, he knew that Alexx knew. She was probably watching him the entire time.

"Don't try foolin' me, honey, I know you too well." She shot back and laid her hand to rest on his arm, giving him a sympathetic look.

"You never know unless you try." The M.E. Stated matter of factly before walking off, down the steps, car keys in hand, purse slung over her left shoulder. She threw him a smile over her shoulder before disappearing into the maze of cars.

Ryan shook his head to himself as he went to his own car. He couldn't tell Calleigh he was in love with her...could he? No. It was a constant on going battle with himself. Sometimes he thought she flirted with him and gave him a special smile that was meant for no one else. There was small touches that no one really noticed except him. However, the voice in his head convinced him that he was wrong, she flirted with everyone, it was part of her southern charm. Her smile outshone the sun at times, of course it wasn't meant for him. That was his train of thought from the moment he got into the car until the moment he pulled up into his driveway. His house always seemed lonely. Everything was perfectly organized, everything had it's place, there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen. That was his OCD taking over, which it did, in a lot of aspects of his life. Ryan wasted no time, removing his CSI identity and changing into a simple pair of jeans and baby blue t-shirt. He sat alone on his couch with light music playing in the background. His life was so consumed by his job that when at home, he didn't have anything to do.

What seemed like hours later, which in fact was only 30 minutes, Ryan was up on his feet and heading back out the door. His neighbourhood was a quiet place with a few kids playing ball in the streets. It was comforting, safe. He had to see her. He had never even told her he was glad she was okay. He hadn't comforted her. He wasn't going with the hopes of anything happening, she was in a vulnerable state and he wanted to be there for her...as a friend. After a quick stop at the flower store, he walked to Calleigh's home. It wasn't far from where he lived, a few blocks over and he needed the walk, the fresh air.