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Miami dump
oughhh my workplace yuri and yaoi and the undercover nuclear family
Eric Delko loved to be outdoors. He didn’t mind working in the lab, with its artificial light and canned air, but he preferred the real thing—sunlight, fresh air, green grass, the calls of birds, and the smells of life—when possible.
Besides, some of the beautiful babes for whom Miami was justifiably famous might be in the park, and Eric liked being in the presence of babes.
(CSI: Miami: Right to Die by Jeff Mariotte, pg 27)
Ryan shrugged. In his melon-colored shirt with the tail hanging out, a periwinkle suit, and spiked hair, he could have been one of the models so common in Miami, instead of a cop.
(pg 29)
Really don’t know about that color combination there, but this is, nevertheless, the only good part of Right to Die: Eric indirectly calling Ryan a babe.
one fine day, you’ll sing (your inevitable love song)
Now all Ryan can think about is how perilously close he came to losing Eric. Think, like he’s mostly managed not to since his early days as a CSI, about how close any of them are to falling.
wolfeko | rating: T | chapter 1/4 | word count: 1420 | post-ep: 05.15 man down
They seem to spend so much time at each other’s throats, especially early on, and now that he knows that Eric’s forgotten about Speedle, too…
He almost couldn’t visit him today, now that Eric spends more of his time awake, too afraid that he’d lost his friend anyway.
just a little more time with you
His eyes flick from number plate to number plate as he searches for Eric’s new room. He was transferred to a general floor earlier this morning, well enough now not to need the constant monitoring.
He finds it soon enough, and he hesitates briefly outside the door before quietly pushing it open. For all that he saw Eric after his surgery that first day and for all that he psyched himself up for this visit—only his second since Eric was admitted—he still wasn’t quite prepared to see him now and has to take a moment to lean steadyingly against the wall and take the sight of him in.
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