Eyes Of The Angel

Fallen angel

Tell me "why?"

What is the reason?

The thorn in your eye

He wasn't sure what came first but he knew things will never be the same way they once were. That morning he truly had this strange feeling of foreboding and there was no explanation.

Yes, Eric still wasn't picking up the calls so it fell to Ryan to be there for the team. Maybe he was feeling slightly more stretched than he was used to but, hey, what if the next it's him needing someone else to pick up the slack.

Best was to stay on the good graces of the team.

The sun was bright when he made it to the lab and he felt how mild vertigo tried to make him loose the grip of reality as the elevator pulled his body up to the 7th floor.

If he survives this day he was promising to try and talk to Eric about his issues and try to make it right. He just couldn't take this strange behaviour anymore and regardless of their endless fights over literally nothing and everything all at once he was eventually getting tired of this.

He barely snapped himself upright from the slumped position against the cool metal wall of the car and pushed his legs into movement.

"Hey, Wolfe, looking pretty rough today." Natalia's voice cuts through his foggy mess of bubbling thoughts about rich coffee before facing anything since he had to dash right out of his too comfy bed.

"Funny, Boa Vista, very funny." He retorted with a small snort and went straight for his coffee mix and fresh set of things from his locker. He vaguely recalled seeing a box of new gloves there about a week before and his kit needed a fresh set.

In retrospect he probably should've stayed home since its been like the past two weeks of callouts that weren't his, but then who he was to judge, his patrol days weren't a walk in the park either.

Finally after wealthy dose of his especially rich coffee Ryan felt that fog lift and just in time for the last minute packing of his kit and making sure all is still there for going out in the field and that his gun and backup is clean and okay. By the time H and Calleigh came in to update him he was at his best possible state. And yet his soul felt heavier than usual, which he didn't know how to translate.

Sparkling angel

I couldn't see

Your dark intentions

Your feelings for me

Going to that crime scene alone with no backup felt like the biggest rookie mistake ever and even as one he never made that one. Then how come he made it while being a CSI with enough patrol experience to last a while?

He sensed all the bad feelings as he kept opening doors and cabinets with one hand on his gun and just then and there that one door almost made his heart stop as his hand reached over to open it...

He should've been smart and predict and listen to that intuition he sometimes got nicknamed as 'eye of the angel' since it had been this premonition taking over his senses and pulling fellow officers back from what surely be their last day at work and in often cases of life as well.

They made fun of that but in reality his officers knew when to trust a strong gut feeling as most of the time it was part of the job and it either solved the case, saved a life, and in most dire situations even both at the same time.