Title: Justice Served
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Big Bang Inspirations, tv_universe
Prompt: Picture of crime scene tape
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders and Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan frowned as he ducked under the crime scene tape, going into the house to join Greg. He always hated going to crime scenes where there was a big crowd gathered outside; he didn't like the publicity, didn't like seeing people gawk over a victim.

Somehow, it just seemed rude, as though the person who had died didn't deserve their privacy now that they were gone. Why did people feel like they had to show up at a crime scene, anyway? Why did they think that they had a right to observe the dead?

It seemed morbid to him, but then, there were people who would call his job morbid, too, so he really couldn't say anything there. He loved being a CSI, and some people would say that meant he had a fascination with death, though that wasn't why he liked what he did.

He liked being able to piece together the evidence that had been left behind, liked finding juistice for those victims. It wasn't everyone who could do that, and he was proud to be one of the people who helped to find that justice and put killers behind bars.

Greg looked up when he entered, a soft smile curving his lips. Ryan could feel his heart turning over at the sight of that smile; even here at a crime scene, one that was particularly gruesome, Greg's smile could always lift his heart and light up the room.

"I guess you've already been told about this," Greg said with a sigh as Ryan joined him. "There's not a lot left behind. We're going to have a hard time piecing together evidence, because this killer apparently didn't leave us much to go on."

"That's not too unusual," Ryan murmured, already looking around them. There seemed to be blood all over the place; the two elderly victims were so small and wizened, it didn't seem possible that they could have had so much blood in them to make this mess.

"It looks like a robbery, but I seriously doubt that was the intention," he muttered, bringing out his camera to start taking pictures. He was usually the one who did that; Greg gathered the physical evidence. They had developed a rhythm since they'd become partners.

A rhythm in their professional lives, and in their personal life as well. It felt as though they had settled into the comfortable rhythm so naturally, as if it had always been there in the background, just waiting for the right person to fit into it.

He had no doubt that he'd found the right person when he had met Greg; they had clicked from the very first, from that first smile, that first touch. And from that very first kiss, Ryan had known that he had finally found the person who owned his heart.

He shouldn't be thinking about things like this at a crime scene, he told himself firmly as he took another picture, glancing over at Greg as he lowered the camera. But it was hard not to, not when Greg was here, so close by his side, when they were working as a team.

He had never had such camaraderie with anyone back in Miami. Well, it had come close with Walter, but they had never been anything more than good friends. He could never have had the same relationship with anyone in Miami as he did with Greg.

Well, maybe with Jesse .... but Ryan pushed that thought out of his mind before it could coalesce into something more. He'd had such a crush on Jesse ,and he'd had to struggle not to let it show. He had been devastated when the other man was killed.

But even if Jesse had lived, and they had somehow miraculously gotten together at some point, it wouldn't have been the same as it was with Greg. This relationship was one in a million; he could never feel this way about anyone else.

He and Greg were simply meant to be. They always had been, even before they had ever met. Ryan didn't doubt for one moment that fate had always intended them for each other; they had always been destined to be together, from the earliest days of their existence.

Maybe he wouldn't have believed anything like that before he had met Greg and discovered how strong the power of true love could be. But he had embraced that belief wholeheartedly now; he didn't doubt that fate had played a big part in their being together.

What would he have done if he hadn't come here to Vegas? Ryan didn't want to think about that. He would more than likely still be a CSI in Miami, still feeling as though he didn't fit in with the rest of the team, always being on the outside looking in.

And he would still be alone. He didn't doubt that for a second. He would have probably dated a few people, hoping that each one would turn out to the be the love of his life, and always being disappointed. He would never have found his true love if he'd stayed in Miami.

Coming here had been the best thing he'd ever done for himself. Not only had he found a job he loved even more than he'd loved being a CSI in Miami, he had found the man who was meant to be his, the man who was his destiny, his life partner.

And better yet, they were partners at work, too. If anyone had told him that the man he worked with every day, the man who was his professional partner, would be the person he went home to every night and had fallen deeply in love with, he would have scoffed at them.

But somehow, that had happened, and he was more grateful to fate for giving him Greg than he could ever put into words. Greg was not only his partner; Greg was his heart and soul. Greg was his rock, his lifeline, the better part of him.

In spite of all that he'd gone through before he'd left Miami, in spite of all the awkward mistakes he'd made with people he had thought would be the one for him, somehow, true love had still managed to find him. He had connected with the one person he was meant for.

How many people got lucky enough to have that happen for them? Not many, Ryan told himself as he straightened up and moved to another part of the room to take more photographs. Most people spent their lives searching for what he had already found.

But this wasn't the time or the place to think about his relationship, Ryan told himself firmly. He had to stop thinking about Greg, or he wouldn't be able to do his job properly. It was time to start concentrating on the crime scene around him, not muse about his personal life.

Taking a deep breath, he turned his full attention to the crime scene, wincing at the amount of blood that had been spilled. It didn't seem possible that anyone could want to kill this nice elderly couple, and it was obviously not the robbery that it had been set up to look like.

They would get to the bottom of this crime, Ryan told himself, casting another glance at his boyfriend. He and Greg, along with the rest of the crime lab, would find this killer and put them behind bars. Another crime would be solved -- and justice would be served.

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