AN: Okay this is officially my first story so pleaseeeeee be nice. I need ConstructiveCriticism. So heres the disclaimer and stuff. Ahem. I do not own CSI: Miami or anything related. I own Anya and the plot. And that's just barely.

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Chapter One

My first day in Miami sucked. Well, first I should explain who I am. My name is Anya Martin. Anastasia but Anya. I hate my real name. I have black hair and green eyes. I'm pretty short and people tell me I have two mind settings: hurt and relax. This is not true. My facade at work doesn't reflect on my nonprofessional lifestyle.

Anyway, I have been described as volatile. This is not true either. I just have a really short fuse with people I can't stand. And because I teach Tae-Kwon-Do, my bosses are constantly warning people about me.

So, I step off my plane and walk over to the luggage. Guess what. Apparently my 4 suitcases were sent to Guatemala. Silly me. I'm sure I put MIAMI, FLORIDA on those bags.

Next I get my rental car only to have it break down on some road where the only thing in sight is a bank. Yippee. I get out my cell phone thinking 'At least I can call someone.' IT DIED ON ME!! My day just couldn't get worse. Sighing I walk across the street and into the bank and suddenly realize I'm screwed. There was only 12 people in the place including the tellers. This is where my story starts.

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Anya walked into the bank, expecting to see computers, cameras and normal bank-ish things. No, instead she found a counter with 5 people behind it. In the lobby there was only 7 people including me. Her eyes drifted over the first man. When he saw her he smiled a pedosmile. The only trouble was he had maybe 4 teeth left. Not wanting to be rude, she smiled back and quickly turned around, searching for someone who might have a cell phone. She scanned the crowd until she found him.

He was standing in line behind a woman who was turned around and blatantly staring at him. The woman behind him kept grabbing his body. He looked around pleadingly and she cast him a sympathetic glance. When their eyes locked her heart stopped for a moment. His eyes were a beautiful hazel color, and maybe it was he imagination but she could swear they had flecks of gold in them. They stayed like that for a few moments until the fat woman grabbed his butt.

It took her a few moments, but she finally got the courage to go over there. She walked up to the man and gave him a dazzling smile.

"Hi honey." she said, hoping he'd play along. The man gave her a relieved look and stepped out of line, much to the fat woman's displeasure. Noticing that the lady was staring, Anya pulled him to the side. When they were out of earshot, she began laughing. The smirked at her.

"Thanks for saving me. I'm Ryan Wolfe." the man, Ryan said. His name fit him.

She stopped laughing and spoke "Your welcome. My name's Anastasia, but please call me Anya. And actually I had alterior motives. Do you have a cell phone?"

Ryan looked at her quizzically, like "Who doesn't?" and she sighed. "My flight just came in 4 and a half hours ago. My luggage was lost, my car broke down and my cell phone just died. I just need to call my Uncle Horatio." she said, giving him her best puppy-dog look.

Ryan's eyes widend, and he opened his mouth to say something when the sound of broken glass filled the room. Smoke clogged her vision and she and Ryan began coughing.

Yells of "Get on the ground" filled the air. She felt someone grab her and press something cold and hard against her head. "Scream and you die." He whispered.

When the smoke cleared, she noticed that she was the only that had a gun to her head. She spotted Ryan and he was talking.

"Look, I'm with Miami Dade PD, okay. We'll give you what you want, just let the girl go." He said.

The man that held Anya nodded to two other men to check Ryan out. They patted him down, took his gun and service pistol. When that was done they practically threw Anya at him. Before she could fall, he caught her in his arms and didn't let her go.

"Alright. Hostages! We will not hurt you if you do as we say. First pair off. Two in a group."

Ryan still hadn't let go of Anya. The man came by and smirked. "Now. No one leaves their partner. So if one of you dies then the other does too, for example," he looked among the faces and his eyes rested on the toothless man and fat woman. He raised his gun and shot the man in the head. The fat woman screamed and Anya buried her head in Ryan's chest. His arms tighted around her and he felt a weird sensation in his chest.

"Because toothless has died, that means," he looked at the fat woman, who was begging him not to kill her, "that slim here must die also." he said, shooting her too.

Anya raised her head. "You monster! How could you just kill someone like that?! Do you have no regard for human life?!"

The man narrowed his eyes. "Come here bitch." When Anya didn't move he reached out and grabbed her by the hair. "I SAID COME HERE!" he yelled, yanking her upwards hard. She yelped and when Ryan went to help her, a rifle was pointed into his face. "

"Don't ya move, ya hear?!" said another man with a thick country accent.

The leader pulled her up looking directly into her eyes he said, "Your a pretty bitch. I'm going to have fun with you."

"Don't even think about it." She said as his hand crept lower.

The man laughed and threw her back on the floor. "Okay. Who has a cell phone?"

Ryan handed over his s he helped Anya up. Before he could get a good look at her, they were roughly shoved into a doorway that led to behind the counter by the country man.

"This is where ya'll be stayin'."

He left and Ryan inspected Anya's face. She wasn't too banged up but her lip was split and bleeding pretty badly. He ripped a piece of his shirt, which he knew was going to drive him crazy later.

"Here," he said handing it to her. "Dab it on your lip."

She smiled. "Thanks."

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After three hours of silence, Ryan finally spoke. "So what brings you to Miami?"

Anya flinched. "Well, I come from New York. My life became...complicated, and I needed a change of scenery."

"So what do you do?" he asked.

"I'm a veterinarian. My Uncle Horatio said he found me a position down here so I took it."

"Horatio as in Horatio Caine."

"Yes. Before my mom got married she was Amylia Caine. You know him?"

"Actually I work for him. I'm a CSI."

"Really? That's interesting. I don't think I could be one. Too much blood, guts, and gore. Although those men seemingly have no problem with killing," she seethed.

"You don't like hurting people do you?" Ryan asked.

"Oh, I have no problem hurting people. I teach Tae-Kwon-Do. I just can't stand seeing others kill for no reason. Self Defense is another thing entirely." As she spoke she realized that she said too much and immediately closed her eyes.

"Are you all right?" Ryan asked, that feeling creeping back up.

"I'm just tired. Long day," she spoke as if she wanted to sleep. "I'm not usually so forward, but may I borrow your shoulder?" she asked, blushing.

Ryan nodded and opened his arms to her. She scooted forward and laid her head on his chest.

'Thank you for caring." she spoke. His chuckle was the last thing she heard.

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Ryan smiled down at the sleeping woman. He remembered Horatio talking about his niece. She was going to be a vet, for now but hadn't Horatio said something about her working at the lab?

He took in her features. She was beautiful. From her silky black hair that reached her lower back, to her green eyes that seemed to be every color at once. He distinctly remembered Alexx, who had met Anya when she was little, speaking about Anya.

"That girl has got her father's intelligence, her mother's good looks, and the devil's own charm."

He was beginning to see that this was true. He barely knew her for six hours, and she was already his friend. There was something about her that made him feel protective.

When that man grabbed Anya, Ryan wanted nothing more than to rip his head off. He had been angry and scared, but not for him. For her.

But what scared him the most? He didn't mind these feelings.