Title: Drabbles # 009, 010, 011
Author: ezra_t
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Eric & Eric/Calleigh
Rating: R
Warning: Angst, Cheating
Summary: 009. Ryan catches Eric in a compromising position with fellow coworker.
010. Awakening. Eric comes to some realizations and feels like his eyes have been opened for the very first time in a very long time.
011. Messenger. Someone gets some bad news.
Disclaimer: I do own the circumstances. I don't own the people.

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009. Soothing

There was no soothing the ache he felt in his chest this time and Ryan turned his head away in disgust from the sight laid out before him.
This was it.
After everything he had been put through, after everything he had endured: the fights, the yelling, the feeling like an outcast, someone unwanted; it all came down to this.
This.
Him leaving his lover in the arms of another person.
And not just any person but Calleigh, a women of all things.
He didn't even bother to cover up the pain in his eyes let alone the hate.
And no amount of sorries, or pleas or what-have-yous would be able to soothe the churning in his stomach or the burning behind his eyes.
This was it and there was no soothing the pain he felt or the shattered heart he was leaving behind.

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010. Awakening

His eyes shot open and he could do nothing but stare up at the white chipped cealing above him.
Here he was thirty-two, gasping for air and wondering why he had never felt like this before.
And now of all times, in the arms of a frisky hazel eyed beauty.
He was an adult for chrissake and he was just now feeling these type of things, thinking these types of things.
And about Wolfe no less!
But could he really be blamed for the split second that his eyes decided to replace the pale skinned dark haired women above him with the arrogant and oh so annoying rookie from his team?
And as both he and the women came down from their after glow he took a mental step back and thought to himself,
'Yes. He could be blamed.'
And with that realization he felt like he was awakening from a very long and denial filled dream.

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011. Messenger

Usually he enjoyed getting messages.
It was always so exciting, getting to read something someone sent to you and just knowing for that split moment someone had thought of you.
It made him feel warm, happy... loved.
But today wasn't an ordinary day, though it started out so.
He never imagined that when he came home from the store that a man would be at his door.
Not just any man but a man in uniform.
He never imagined that the smile would be wiped from his face and all the food he had just bought would fall to the floor.
He never imagined that that morning would be the last morning he would would ever wake up next to his lover.
Cook him breakfast.
Kiss his nose.
See his roughish smile or twinkling eyes.
He never imagined this morning would be the last time he would ever hear his lover say 'I love you'.
Or say it back in return.
And never so much had he hated mail.
Let alone wanting to shoot the messenger.

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