Title: The Deal, Chapter 1
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome

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“I didn’t do anything! My business is strictly legitimate.” The short, bald man yelled when one of the cops was cuffing him. Ryan scanned the office desk. It was covered in papers, folders and files.

“Real neatfreak.” Detective Soul commented.
“Those who leave a mess, usually leave a lot of evidence too.” Ryan took some of the folders and started leafing them. “I think he kept different workers in different files. Call girls in one, webcam workers in one, prostitutes separately.”
“He’s a man of many talents. Mainly when it comes to exploiting young girls.”
“And young boys.” Ryan showed him the folder. Each employee had a data sheet, recounting their physical attributes, sexual preferences, and more than either one of them wanted to know. A snapshot of the boy was stapled to the corner.

“That kid can’t be more than sixteen.” Soul sighed.
“I think we should compare these to the missing persons. Kids don’t go missing without somebody asking questions.”
“They do. Unfortunately.” She turned around and headed to the storage room. “We’ll go check basement.”

Ryan took the next folder. Faces and more faces. Until he paused at one particular picture. For a minute he just stared at it. Then his brains seemed to reboot. He looked around, but nobody was looking. He tore the page away from the file and shoved it to his pocket.

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“Morning.”

Eric closed his locker and gave Ryan a suspicious glance.
“Why are you so cheerful?”
“It’s a nice day and I had a really entertaining evening. I saw a really good movie.”
“Great.” Eric tried to walked past him, but Ryan pressed him back to the bench.
“Did you know we made an arrest at the Broken Rose case yesterday? And we confiscated most of their files.” He paused. “Including a list of their personnel.” He took a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to Eric.

His eyes went back and forth between Ryan and the paper.
“By the way…. Did you know they recorded all the live webcam shows?”
Eric’s face turned blank.
“Nice work. Especially the one with the ten inch dildo. That was seriously impressive.”

Eric slouched down on the bench. “That’s it, I’m so doomed….”
“Don’t look so grim. I think you’ll have a promising future in the porn industry.”
“Does…. Does H know?”
“Nobody knows. Yet. I have the records and the DVDs of your….. performances.”
“You didn’t tell them?”
“Like I said: Not yet. I have some questions.”
“What?”
“Let’s start with the obvious. Why did you do it?”

Eric shrugged. “I needed money. And I had a mask on, I didn’t think anyone would recognise me.”
“You didn’t have it in the photo. How long have you done it?”
“Couple months.”
“Do you like it?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I’m holding your job in my hand, that makes it all my business.”

“If this thing was reversed I wouldn’t tell about you.”
“Are you kidding? You would announce it to the whole lab under five minutes. We’re negotiating here, so don’t try to lie to me.”
“Negotiating?”
“Exactly. We’re working on a deal to save your neck.”
“That’s easy! Get rid of those discs and papers!”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. I’m holding on to those. We’re not talking about destroying them, we’re talking about silence and how much it will cost you.”
“You want money?”
“Too easy. I’m going to make sure you’ll pay for every little thing you did to make working here a living hell.”
“What are you gonna do?”

Ryan grinned and headed to the door.
“My place, eight o’clock. Be on time.”
“On time for what?”
“Some hard bargaining. And bring that little red thong of yours with you.”

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“Come in.” Ryan let Eric into his apartment and closed the door.

“Get to the point. What do you want?”
“Cut the attitude, you can’t afford it.” Ryan settled on the couch. “I’m feeling merciful, so I’ll make you an offer. You can pay in instalments.”
“What kind of instalments?” Eric asked carefully.

“Well….” Ryan grinned like a satisfied feline. “Let’s start with a private show right there on the rug.”
“You…..” Eric looked horrified. “How far are you going to go?”
“All the way. From now on, you’re at my beck and call twenty-four seven. You’re my toy. And I may play rough if you’re good.”
“You can’t-”
“I can. Deal diplomatically with your enemy and you’ll get to keep your job. It’s that simple.”
“Wolfe-”
“No. That`s the first and last offer you`re going to get. Do we have a deal?”
Eric took a deep breath. “We got a deal.”

“Good boy.” Ryan leaned back against the headrest. “Strip.”

The Deal, Chapter 2