A/N: Ok, here's my story! Please be kind, this (besides that 1 one-shot I just did) is my first attempt at capturing the CSI: Miami feel. There's a slight cross-over with "Miami Medical." ( =D ) I'm putting this in Season 9 (my episode wish list I guess), so there is no Jesse. He was in it at first, but then the news came about him "leaving," so... anyway, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING but my mind, and even then I'm not so sure.

Teaser:

Thunder and lightning tainted the otherwise sunny skies of Miami, the storm's anger shining through the windows of the ER. But the staff didn't have the time to pay mind to the disaster it was creating; they were dealing with a disaster of their own.

Doctors and nurses rushed from one side of the trauma room to another as machines orchestrated their sounds in chaos. A blonde with pink streaks in her hair lay on a stretcher. She looked to be in her mid-20's.

"We're losing her!" shouted Dr. Matthew Proctor as he pushed a nurse from his path. Knowing it was the woman's only chance, he grabbed the defibrillator and demanded the same nurse for a charge. "Clear!" …nothing.

From behind the glass that separated the room from the public, a man gripped his hands into fists. His face was drenched in a nervous sweat, and his otherwise pristine hair was tangled from the constant anxious grabbing. "No," he whispered from under his breath as he watched the woman slip away from his life. "Please, don't." His pleadings and prayers were not met to his desire. Instead, he was greeted with the monotonous tone not even doctors were accustomed to.

"Asystole!" exclaimed Charge Nurse Tuck Brody. Every doctor and nurse enclosed on the patient so that she was hardly seen. Ryan Wolfe's fists made contact with the fingerprint-polluted glass. His co-workers jolted in a surprise.

"No!" Ryan screamed, his voice coarse. His eyes glazed over as he watched Dr. Proctor pointlessly save her, but it was too late; she was gone. His knees gave into the weight of his already overwhelming emotions, his hands still grasping the glass. Natalia Boa Vista inched toward him, attempting to lay a hand on his shoulder for comfort but recoiled and instead offered consoling words.

"Ryan, there was nothing you could do." She was answered with nothing more than a light sob. Natalia scanned around the room to meet her eyes with the team. Everyone was there: Calleigh, Eric, Walter, Tripp, and even a concerned Horatio. When their eyes could add no more comfort to the situation, she spoke again. "Ryan, you need to let her go." Ryan suddenly stood and faced the group, anger dwelling from deep within.

"You didn't listen to me." The team was slightly unsure of who he was speaking to. "I told you," he growled under his voice, "but you didn't listen. None of you listen to me!" His voice was now at a scream. "And now she's gone."

"Ryan, what we supposed to do?" said Calleigh defensively. She was not one to give into blame.

"I don't know, maybe believed me? For once?" Ryan collapsed his head into his hands, rubbing his exhausted eyes then brushing his fingers through his hair. From behind him came an all too familiar voice that was deep with formality.

"Mr. Wolfe," Horatio hesitated, "Mr. Wolfe, you need to consider the situation at hand," he said, lightly intertwining the frames of his sunglasses between his fingers.

"And you!" Ryan now turned toward Horatio with a glare. "You promised you would protect her, but you lied." He turned back to the team. "You all lied." At that moment, he walked towards Horatio, grabbing his gun and badge. "Take them. I'm done." He handed the items to the Lieutenant, whose face shifted from concern to disbelief, and made an about face.

"What the hell, Wolfe?" inquired Walter. "What do you mean you're done?"

"It means I quit!" he said as he walked out the automatic doors of the Emergency Room and into the storm's intensity waiting for him. The layered talk and pleads from the team to Ryan were futile.

One week earlier:

Dave Benton, a/v tech, stared at the screen in the A/V Lab of surveillance camera footage as he voiced his findings to Ryan who was standing next to him. The Miami sun glared through the glass windows incorporated throughout the lab and, at times, shined too brightly into the CSI's eyes. "As you can see, the suspect is seen here," he said as he fast-forwarded through the video, "leaving the building around 2 a.m."

"God, is it me, or are the Miami criminals getting stupid?" Ryan said with slight disappointment. Sure he didn't want criminals on the streets, but it were the sneaky ones who made him feel like his job was less obsolete.

"Could it be that you already put away every good criminal?" Dave was always one to make a good joke.

"Funny. Alright, I'll let Horatio know." Ryan pulled out his cell and pressed the speed dial while turning his back to Dave. "Hey, 'H'. Yeah, it looks like we caught the moron on the security footage leaving the scene."

From the front of the lab, the elevator bell dinged. Ryan had a clear line of sight to see who was emerging.

"From the looks of it, it's almost exactly the same time as the victim's TOD," Ryan said as he watched a blonde woman who looked to be in her mid-20's step out from the elevator. His eyes widened in hesitation. "Uh, 'H'? Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back." Ryan ended the call before receiving an answer from Horatio and ran out of the lab.

"Hi, I'm looking for an Officer Wolfe?" the woman said to the receptionist. Before the receptionist had a chance to answer, Ryan ran up and grabbed the girl by the arm. He pulled her off to the side and took a quick look around the lab making sure no one was within hearing range.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked anxiously.

Back in the A/V Lab, Dave watched Ryan's confrontation with the pretty blonde. He chuckled a bit as he made his way into DNA where CSI Natalia Boa Vista and labrat Maxine Valera were situated.

"Hey, ladies," he said, motioning his head toward the elevator. "Check it out." The two women stopped their analysis and looked up just in time to see Ryan and the woman in an emotional embrace. Valera, ever the romantic, smiled, but Natalia just shrunk her head back down to her testing.

"Aw, how sweet! I could see Ryan going for younger women." Valera giggled. She looked over to Natalia and collapsed her shoulders in disapproval of her discovery. "Natalia, look!" Valera said as she pointed toward the couple. Natalia just shrugged.

"So? So, he has a girlfriend," Natalia grumbled. "Big deal. What is with that pink hair?" Valera made a sharp sigh.

"Those are called peek-a-boos, and they are cute!" Valera said with delight. "The pink looks great for a girl her age."

"Yeah, 12 maybe." Natalia rolled her eyes.

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Dave questioned.

"Dave," Natalia said as she looked at him in detest, "stick to the lab and leave the investigating to the CSI's." Dave and Valera gave each other a look before peering back to the entertainment. They were saddened to see that the two had already disappeared.

"Woah, that was quick," Valera exclaimed. "I wonder where they went."

Not 20 minutes later, Horatio entered the lab and asked Natalia to join him in the conference room. She could see Calleigh, Eric, and Walter heading in the same direction.

As they entered the room, they saw Ryan sitting adjacent to the same woman he was with earlier.

"Ladies, gentlemen, this madam is in need of our help," Horatio voiced as he turned toward her. She hesitated a bit.

"Go ahead," Ryan demanded, his head propped up by his left arm on the arm rest. He had an annoyed sense about him at this moment. The woman swallowed, agitation evident in her posture.

"Well, about 3 months ago, I broke up with my boyfriend because of his… anger issues. He didn't take the situation too lightly and began stalking me. When I filed for a restraining order, I guess it sent him over the edge. After that, he began leaving body parts of women at my door step, each one including a note saying I was next." The woman continued to look agitated.

"Did you report it?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, and the police looked into it, but they said they couldn't do much since there wasn't any evidence pointing to him. They ID'd some of the parts, but couldn't connect him. The threats just got worse after that. He even left a cat's heart once." Despite her attempt to hide it, the woman was clearly upset about the situation. "So, I came to Miami to the one person I knew could help me: Ryan."

"Team, this is now our top priority. Any other cases will have to be put on the back burner," Horatio said.

"Wait a minute," Natalia wasn't quite convinced just yet, "could we have a little background first? Like a name?" The rest of the team was startled. The woman never did tell them who she was, and it was evident they were curious. Who was this mysterious woman, and how did she know Ryan?

"Oh, my name?" asked the woman. "Reagan." She reached her hand out to shake with Natalia's. "Ryan's sister."

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Ok, so I put myself in the story! (Not my name) But I couldn't help it, I needed some kind of unique feature for the character so that she was distinguishable. That's right, I'm a 20-ish year old blonde with pink peek-a-boos, lol. However, I don't consider myself the character but the actor playing the character, =)