Savin' Me (Ricky)

[Kayla Cortago]

Kayla was shaking uncontrolable as she took her handcuffs out of her back pocket."I swear to God, I will kill you if you even think about trying anything," she said coldly, her eyes finally showing control and hatred. She cuffed his hands and found herself unable to walk far, much less while grabbing him. She struggled to get her phone and almost fell on her face again. She finally got it and texted Ashley and Ryan, unable to talk right now.

I need backup the the ally beside the Art Museum, on W Flagler St. Hurry.

It was suprising that she was able to know where she was. She was shaking even more, now unable to see straight. She was about to pass out again.

[Ricky Lisvouskei]

Ricky noticed how weak she really was when she couldn't even walk. He almost snorted with disgust. She nearly fell, and he readied himself. He could feel the blood pouring out of his side but he ignored it for now. He would deal with this first, and then fix up the wound later. As soon as she text someone, he kicked her as hard as he could before getting to his feet and bolting. He hated admitting defeat, but there was no other way out of this....

[Kayla Cortago]

It was useless; Kayla watched helplessly as he ran. She was in too much pain to run after him, and she was too unstable to shoot him. She let out a sigh and found herself just too weak. Her eyes closed involuntarily. Everything went black.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

There came no other time than now, where the rescued becomes the rescuer. Funny, how life seemed to spin around uncontrollably, darting in one direction and suddenly moving to the next. How one trace analyst had managed to end up pushing away emotional trauma and disturbance, in the face of the person who seemed to be affecting him deeply, was a mystery. But perhaps, that was what caused him to keep on going - the mysteries he might never come to solve.

A breath was drawn, when what was supposed to be a calming walk ended up being more tension-filled than he asked, causing the boy to wince in annoyance and make his way to the fallen figure.

A hand moved to cup her cheek, lips parting just slightly when he realized who was lying on the ground.

"Kayla.." he breathed, almost a whisper; his hazel optics dimming slightly with worry. He sighed, crouching from where he stood and looking around in case whoever it was, who had been so willing to hurt her, had been stupid enough to stick around.

Ryan lowered his head, lips a few centimeters away from her ear.

"Don't worry. You'll be safe."

It was not normal for the man to be protecting someone, to be reassuring them that it would be okay. Therefore, he would do this with utmost persistence, as much as he could muster, and attempt to succeed with something that had a high probability of failure.

Ryan moved to take her in his arms, unsure of what to do; knowing she wasn't in much of a critical condition, and that it was probably a bruise or a fractured bone.. but right now she needed emotional support, someone to tell her she would be alright - that she would not have to face such traumas in the daily world alone.

A little timidly, he pressed his lips against her forehead, cradling her protectively.

"You're safe with me, Kayla. Never think otherwise.."

[Kayla Cortago]

Kayla's eyes opened slowly and saw Ryan. On a normal day, she would be excited to see him, estatic even. But now she could only muster,"Ry...He got away. I-I couldn't even stop him." She found herself hating want she should have been cherishing, but she couldn't with the knowledge that she let him get away...to hurt other people.

She wasn't thinking straight, that much was clear."It seems stupid to have a CSI who is terrified of her own blood, isn't it? That's the only reason why he isn't here right now..." she muttered, and looked back at Ryan, feeling anger towards herself for her own self pity; which wasn't exactly helping.

"I'm....Thank you, Ryan..." Kayla whispered, and gave a small smile to hide her actual feelings; even if he knew them.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Realizing just what kind of a state Kayla was in, Ryan was even more compelled to reach a hand out to her, to reassure her that it was not her fault that fear made people do stupid things. He, himself, was surrounded by fear; countless phobias that would not even make sense when put together, but he survived; somehow.

"It's alright, Kayla," murmured the trace analyst, fingers running through her hair as he attempted to keep her on the verge of sanity. He continued to hold onto her, his grip around her tightening only slightly in protectivity.

"It's not your fault that you're scared of it. Everyone's afraid of something, and sometimes you just have to live with that," he mentioned, hoping he was doing a good job in making sure she wouldn't start crying - supposing that she was suffering enough, knowing that she might have let the rest of the team down.

A small smile was returned, mostly in favor of the way she tried to mask her shattered being.

"I'm always here, if you need me."

And in those seven words; one could find numerous meanings - though there would be only one; that perhaps would not be recognized in this time and place, but soon - when the trace analyst understood his only feelings.

"Always."

[Kayla Cortago]

Kayla realized that her right arm was broken, so she slowly put her left arm around Ryan. She looked up at him and nodded slowly. It's funny how you could get told the same thing a million times from different people, and it only goes through your head when one person says it once. "Thanks, Ry," she whispered.

Kayla smiled and listened to him and felt choked with emotion. She layed her head against his chest."Thank you, Ryan..." she said, finding her words having two different meanings, although she didn't understand it....yet.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

For a moment, there, Ryan had lost all sense of where he was, what he was doing - who he was. For, at that point in time, he had realized that everything was made by the same hand - and it is that hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for everyone in this world.

It was as if, through those words, that he had fully understood what he had been placed in this world for, that after all that longing, staring out his window; wondering what would happen - that now he would be looking out with eagerness and joy. He now realized what it was he was put on earth for. He could not change the world alone, he had conceptualized not too long ago, and thus he had started to wonder just what it was he had to do.

Then, as she lay to rest some of her heartaches upon him; the trace analyst realized that he was here to protect her from breaking further, to protect her from shattering into a million tiny pieces - and never recover. That was why he was put on this earth. To do good to others, who needed him. And it was definite that Kayla needed him, too.

"You're welcome," he managed to speak, albeit it seemed more like a hushed whisper, and he continued to sit there, holding her; finding complete bliss and content in such an unexplainable event.

"You're always welcome."

[Kayla Cortago]

Kayla looked away from Ryan, although her heart begged her to look back at him. Love. The word stuck in her head, as if to make sure it wasn't lost. She looked back at him, her mind whirling around her head. She wondered if he feared what she did; heartache. Even if he was willing to risk it like she was.

She looked down and smiled slightly. It was her job to lighten the mood."Um, does having my head kicked make it looked disfigured?" she asked with a false sense of worry. She wanted another smile, even if it wasn't amusing.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan didn't know whether to be proud or disappointed that the mood was broken. Nonetheless, he grinned a little sheepishly.

"You were disfigured in general, I don't see a difference," he said and the grin grew wider, before he shook his head. "Kidding. Not really. But you're gonna have a bump soon.."

He trailed off, wincing when he realized what it was he had kept forgetting during their whole duration together.

"Darn. I forgot about the hospital.."

[Kayla Cortago]

"Oh, ha ha," Kayla said with a little hint of mock-anger. She groaned a little, but had a small smile on her face."As long as I eventually look...normal," she said with another smile. She looked confused as he spoke."Huh?" she asked quietly, thinking of two different things.