Disclaimer: I don't own CSI Miami or it's characters (wish I did) I just like to play with them, heehee :)

The parts that are in italics are the character's thoughts

Hit and Ryan

Darkness, silence, peace.

Ryan had worked the past seven days straight and the last three of them were double shift. Natalia had come down with the flu and had unintentionaly passed it on to several others on the team. So it was understandable that it had been hard for him to relax last night, he had been so pumped up from the case he and the team had just closed.

No I didn't want to think about that now I just want the peace. Ryan started to drift again, it felt so good he didn't want it to ever stop.

Ryan heard the voice trying to penitrate the darkness. It sounded like H. Oh no, I"m late for work. I gotta hurry, I can't be late again H. will kill me. Ryan tried to open his eyes, but something seemed to be pressing him back into the peace and darkness. He didn't want to let go of it.

Again Ryan heard a voice trying to reach him through the muck of unconciousness.

"Mister Wolfe can you hear me?" This voice was different, but just as commanding as H's. "If you can hear open you eyes."

It was a struggle, but Ryan was finally able to get his eyes to cooperate and open. His sences were assailed by and acrid smell and pain. When he was finally able to open his eyes what he saw was not his bedroom, but the pavement of a street that he was laying on.

8 hours earlier

Oh, man the alarm didn't go off.

Ryan jumped out of bed, started the coffee and got a quick shower. Less than 30 minutes later Ryan was in his car and pulling out of the parking lot of his condo and onto the road to go to work. Ryan glanced at the fuel guage and noticed that he was running on empty.

Great, now I'm really going to be late.

Ryan pulled into a gas station where he often stopped, it was on the way to the lab and the prices were one of the lowest in town. Getting out Ryan unlocked the gas cap, pulled his credit card out and insurted it the slot, but the pump wouldn't take his card. He pushed the pay inside button and proceeded to fill the tank.

Great now I have to go inside. I'm going to be even later. What else can go wrong?

When he finished filling the tank he put the cap back on the gas tank, locked it, and walked into the station to pay. As Ryan opened the door he could feel that something was wrong. With his cop's eye he sized up the situation before him. There was the cashier, who he knew form previous visits, and a man wearing a Marlin's ball cap, sunglasses, and a blue t-shirt with a ripped pocket, leaning on the counter. The man he didn't recognise, but there was something about how he stood that Ryan didn't like. Then he saw it. He couldn't make out the model, but there was definatly a gun in the man's partially hidden hand.

Ryan walked over to the counter to pay for his gas smiling at Lori, the cashier.

"Hi Lori, how's things going?"

"Ok I guess." Lori said with a shakey voice. A single tear slid down her cheek.

"Finish paying and get lost. Lori here and I have things to talk about." the man said giving Ryan a menacing look.

"Easy man I'm going."

Ryan looked back at Lori and raised his eyebrow then looked straight into her big lime green eyes and signaled with a tilt of his head for her to move to move away.

As Lori did so, Ryan wheeled on the man grabbing his gun hand. When the man tried to raise his hand Ryan slammed the gun hand back down on the counter until the gun dropped and skitted off onto the floor behind the counter. Seeing the gun leave the man's hand Ryan slammed his shoulder into the man's chest and shoved him into the refrigerators knocking the air out of him. Still having hold of the man's hand Ryan proceeded to twist his arm behind his back and push him to the floor.

"GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!"

The man tried to get up, but Ryan's hold on the man was like a vice grip. He wasn't going anywhere today, except to jail. For some reason Ryan had grabbed his hand cuffs and had them in his back pocket. Reaching into said pocket he pulled out the hand cuffs and proceeded to handcuff the man.

As he stood up Ryan he was about to a Lori to call 911 when he heard sirens and realised that Lori must have hit the panic button behind the counter earlier. Ryan looked at Lori who was now shaking and tears were stream down her face .

"It's ok, everything will be alright"

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm a big baby," Lori sniffled.

"Not at all." Ryan gave her a reassuring smile, "Ok now, do you have a package of unopened latex gloves?"

Lori looked at him with a puzzled expressoin, but nodded and went and grabbed a pair still off a shelf and handed them to him. As Lori walked off to get the gloves Ryan could see a patrol car pull into the gas station with lights and sirens going.

Ryan walked to the door and opened it carefully with his hands in the air so as not to startle the officers and get himself shot.

"I'm CSI Ryan Wolfe I have the robber handcuffed inside."

The officer stepped out of the car, looked at Ryan, gave him a big smile and said, "I know who you are."

Ryan took a second look at the officer and realised that he knew her. Her name was, well he never did know her full name she just went by K. L. Ashton. When asked what the K. L. stood for she would say, "If I told you I would have to kill you," then smile and wink. So everyone just started calling her Kale. They had been in the academy together and had worked midnights together until Ryan moved to days and Kale moved to a different precinct. Now it looked like she was back.

Kale walked into the building and looked over at the would be robber, who was yelling up a storm.

"Let me go I ain't done nuttin'. This here guy here just wooped me up for no reason," the would be robber whined.

Ryan and Kale looked at the man and then at each other and shook their heads. It was always the same, no one ever did anything wrong.

Kale called in over her radio that the situation was under control and proceeded to pat the man down as she read the him his rights. Done patting the man down Kale and Ryan pulled him up off the floor and set him on his feet right as Frank Tripp pulled up. Kale walked the guy out to her car and put him in the back seat.

"Hey Ryan, what's going on?"

Ryan explained how he had walked in on a robbery in progress and the events that followed. He handed Tripp a paper bag that he had placed the gun in. Being that Ryan had gathered all the evidence and gave his statement the only thing left to di was retrieve the video tape.

"I'll get my written statement to you by this afternoon Frank."

"That's fine. See you in a few."

On the way to his car, Ryan walked up to Kale's car to say goodbye.

"It was good to see you Kale," Ryan said with a shy smile.

"Yeah it was good to see you to." Kale said as she opened the driver's door to get in.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU SON OF A..."

Kale slammed the driver door shut with the man still yelling obsenities. When she wouldn't open the door the man started kicking at the back seat and screaming louder, spittle flying out of his mouth in his rage at being ignored.

Kale gave him a look that could freeze stampeding buffalo in their tracks and said, "Stop spitting in my car or I'll make you clean it up, not to mention if you tear up my car I'll add a charge of distruction of state property!" Turning back to Ryan she said, "To bad we can't charge him with felony stupid."

Ryan smiled and nodded. "I gotta go, I'm late for work. It was good seeing you again." Ryan extended his hand and shook Kale's and smiled.

Thumping and yelling came fron the back seat of the patrol car again, "I MEAN IT I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS!"

Ryan looked at the guy, turned and walked to his car with the words, I'm going to kill you, ringing in his ears.

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TBC

Ok, my first fanfic on this site. Hope you like it, there is more to come.