DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI: Miami or any of it's cast, I'm merely borrowing them for the benefit of this fic.

RATING: T for now, but could turn to M in the future.

PAIRING: potentially eric/ryan but that still under construction

SHOW: CSI Miami

WARNING: language, nothing to warn as of yet.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first CSI Miami fic, I've just been recently hooked up to this series and I couldn't resist writing this down. Hope it won't be too crappy, please tell me what you think of this plot.

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PROLOGUE:

"You can't do this to me! how dare you do this to me?!"

Eric stared at the brunette calmly. He already had an idea this much was going to happen when he breaks up with her. He sighed. Why couldn't she accept it and just move on damn it. They've been together for a month and now she's acting like they've dated forever "Look ali---"

"No!" she cut across him sharply "Tell me who she is Eric!"

The Cuban frowned "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me" she glared at him "Who did you replace me with?"

Is that what she thinks? I'm replacing her with someone? Well, that wasn't the case now." There's no one Alison"

"Then why are you breaking up with me?!" she sounded hysterical.

He sighed once more, staring at her "Alison, what we had… sure it was mutual. But it wasn't a real relationship…we had a few drinks, had talks…even sex…but that's it…nothing more…I didn't love you…" it was hard to say, but it was the truth, but eric knew, she would be more hurt if he continued fooling her, and Alison was a nice girl, though somewhat aggressive, insecure, and the jealous type…she was nice enough. But friendship was all that he could offer her.

She glared at him as if he was crazy "You didn't just say that…" she said, tears falling down her front.

Eric looked down. He was guilty. Maybe he shouldn't have played around with women too much. Damn. You really reap what you sow. "Please Alison, don't make this harder than it already is…"

"Damn you!" she cried, her voice shaking with anger "You think you can play with my feelings?!"

He couldn't respond and a slap hit his cheek squarely…okay. Maybe he deserved that.

Alison Ramirez stood up from her seat and sent a death glare towards eric "I hate you Eric Delko! Curse you and all the women you date!" she growled, storming out of the restaurant.

Eric reached for his cheek as a stinging pain remained there. He breathed out, at least it was over, he won't be feeling guilty about giving her false hopes. He just hoped that she won't take it hard on herself…she was a great person, but they just weren't meant to be…and there's this feeling that she had been hiding something from him.

A text message brought the Latino back to his senses, he immediately clicked to see who it was.

FROM: CALLEIGH

"Got the suspect in the beach murder case, lab in thirty minutes. H wants all of us"

He stared at the message for a few minutes before signing to the waiter for his chit. Well, at least the suspect of the case was caught. Damn guy kept losing them all throughout Miami, finally the family of the young man he drowned would be assured to receive justice…

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In the interrogation room, the suspect Dan Blake stared at the people in front of him. Horatio Cane, with his distinctive Red hair stood in the middle of the room, looking calm yet positively angry at the same time. Beside him were Calleigh and Eric Delko, hard faced and both looking at him directly. Soon their youngest member Ryan Wolfe came in with a file folder for Horatio and a bunch of pictures for him to see. Frank was sitting by his side in case he tries anything funny.

"What the hell are these?" he growled, staring at the pictures of a young man name Dewey Delavista.

"This is the young man you killed, tied up and tossed in the middle of the Miami beach, mr. Blake" horatio said calmly, his eyes staring right into his soul.

"W-What are you talking about? I didn't kill anyone!" he cried, looking anywhere but at the man in front of him.

"Oh, but you did" the red head continued "You saw this young man trying to get to a boat, you were high on drugs…you fought and hit him on the head with a metal rod… the murder weapon was found in a dumpster with your prints all over them…now that just wasn't coincidence now was it, Mr. Blake?"

the man stared at the people around him sweating hard "I…I…"

"It's better to confess now Mr. Blake…if this gets longer so will your sentence---"

"No!" he jumped and grabbed the person nearest him which turned out to be---Ryan. Then pulled out a knife from the inside of his pants "I…I…I didn't mean to kill him!" his eyes were twitchy.

Cal and Eric immediately drew their guns but horatio remained calm, he continued to stare at dan. While ryan was struggling to keep up with his jerky movements, as a sharp knife very much near his neck.

"So you're saying you didn't mean to kill the kid, so what did happen, Mr. Blake?"

Eric, Cal and Ryan looked at each other, but they knew their boss knew what he was doing, so they trusted whatever his plan was.

So the man explained "I caught the kid trying to steal a boat. Tried to stop him, he hit me first! I just defended myself! I had a dose of cocaine but I wasn't high! But before I realized it the kid was dead and I…" his eyes widened "I killed him…"

Ryan then took the chance to break free from his grasp, it wasn't that hard, as the man was sobbing into his hands. He stared at horatio…

"I didn't mean to kill him officer, God knows I didn't…" he cried.

"I understand… Frank, take him away please…" so frank took him away and the tension in the room lifted.

"You alright, Ry?" Cal said, approaching him.

"Yes" he answered, and the blonde girl turned to Horatio.

"Do you believe him?" she asked

Horatio stared at his CSIs and didn't answer for a while. "Being an agent is a mysterious job. People you least expect turns out to be the ones involve…and the persons you thought criminal, may turn out otherwise" he said, then walked away without another word.

Ryan frowned staring after him "he can be so deep at times, you know that?"

Cal smiled and patted him on the back "more than you'll know Ry" she said, then excused herself.

Ryan then turned to Eric who seemed to be lost in thoughts. He waved his hands in front of him "Hey" he called.

The Cuban jumped slightly then turned to him "What?"

"You alright? You've been staring at the wall for a while now"

"I'm fine" he answered quickly, evasively. Not that he doesn't trust ryan, he and the kid are friends now, its just that he was not in the mood to talk about what was troubling him.

"Oh, okay then" the young man turned to move away and he found himself calling him.

"Hey..."

"Yeah?" ryan turned.

"Want to grab some beer?" he asked.

The brunette stared at him for a while, then grinned "Sure, but you're buying"

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The two sat there, Eric ordered Martini for himself and Vodka for ryan. For a while they were quiet, until Eric decided that the silence was going to drive him crazy. He cleared his throat.

"So erm… how's you're eye coming?"

Ryan didn't quite expect the question "It's…getting better…thanks" he answered.

"I see, that's good to hear then…" it was after all, his fault ryan ended up with a nail in his eye, and he still couldn't forgive himself for what happened. If he was just a minute late, he wasn't sure if the young man would still be here with him right now.

"What's up man? You've been distracted all this afternoon…" his friend asked, sounding concerned.

He laughed "Nothing much really…" but a stern look for ryan and he felt himself deflating. And he found himself telling hi m what had happened that afternoon. The younger man listened to him intently, and though it wasn't much, Eric felt the load was lifted off his chest somehow.

"Heh, feeling better then?" ryan grinned at him.

"Yeah, I guess… thanks man"

"No problem, glad to be of service… you did treat me a drink after all…"

They laughed. Oblivious to the fact that someone was watching them from the far end of the room, with murderous eyes full of hatred

"This isn't over…not by a long shot…"

-to be continued-

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sorry if it was a bit crappy. The story came to me overnight in a weird dream and told me to write it down, so here it is.

There's your prologue, chapter one will be on it's way. But for now, please read and review this chapter!!!