So, this story has been jammed inside my head ALL day. The idea comes from a couple of Christmas movies (Christmas Undercover, mainly), and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't shake it. So here I am, writing the nagging idea. Let me tell you, when I get inspired, my muse is a demanding little thing! ;)

That being said, this story is really NOTHING like the before spoken movies, they just.. planted a seed in my brain that absolutely refused not to grow. :)

Also, I have no idea how long this story will last, but I'm planning on it being fairly short. I'd like to have it finished and posted by the end of the year. Let's call it my… 'Before New Years Resolution'.

Anyway, yet another attempt at third person for me. I want to master this. Just.. be open minded and enjoy!

Merry Christmas, Wolfe Pack! :)

As always, I own nothing except my OC and the plot. Wish I owned Ryan Wolfe, though.

Crime and Mistletoe

Prologue

"Well, at least I cracked the case." Ryan Wolfe turned to one of his fellow CSI's, Walter Simmons, smile broad across his face.

"And you're not worried about the punishment?"

"Punishment?" Ryan shook his head, "Not hardly. You know H, he'll just give me a slap on the wrist, and give me his famous 'Mr. Wolfe, you know one day, I won't always be here to bail you out' speech."

Shrugging, the taller man glanced down as they stayed in step, nearing the lab where their boss had requested Ryan come to, "If you say so, Wolfe."

"I say so, Walter." Ryan's cocky grin didn't fade as he left his partner outside, and stepped into the glass cubicle.

"Alright, I'm here. I know it was a job well done, I know I shouldn't have done it the way I did. But, the bad guy's put a way, the family is safe, and well, the FBI isn't nearly as pissed as they were…"

"Mr. Wolfe," Horatio turned to the side a bit, his eyes not moving from Ryan, "I agree, it was a job well done. And that family would be in a horrible situation if it weren't for you, but… I'm afraid it's not that simple this time."

There was nothing Horatio could do for Ryan. Breaking into a home that the FBI had under strict security, even if it were to save someone, was a huge mistake. The orders had been passed on. Miami-Dade Police Department was to back off from the family who was in their witness protection program.

"Was I supposed to let them take their son? I guess next time, I could do that."

"Listen to me," Horatio's voice filled the room, overriding Ryan's attitude. "Defying orders straight from the FBI is NOT something I can get you out of. You shouldn't have been watching in the first place. And while I'll agree that you did the right thing, my hands are tied, Mr. Wolfe, and it comes with a price."

Ryan nodded, shifting his eyes to the floor, "Well?"

"You'll be suspended for three weeks, without pay, from now to the new year."

"H…" Ryan argued, but Horatio held his hand up to stop him.

"Let me finish. Without pay from US. The FBI will be paying you though, a mighty hefty salary, if I do say so myself. But you'll only get it when your mission is complete and to their satisfaction."

"My… my.. mission? H, this is all starting to sound a little to James Bond-ish, even for my taste."

Horatio sighed, "Mr. Wolfe, do you want my help or not?"

Ryan's answer was a simple defeated nod, as there were no words left.

"In that case, cancel all of your Holiday plans."

"So, now I have to find this chick, get her interested, and make her take me home to Mommy and Daddy for Christmas…"

Natalia giggled, along with the rest of the team, "Uh huh. Like you're really going to hate it that bad…"

"I don't do Christmas." Ryan rolled his eyes, never looking up as he collected a few things from his locker.

"You don't do Christmas, but you do pretty girls." Eric teased, nudging his friend.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Listen, you guys are going to miss me around here. Nothing is going to run smoothly without my presence. Wait and see."

"And cocky Ryan returns," Calleigh piped up, "We'll see about that, Mr… what was it? Marks? Mears? Miller?"

"Martin!" He corrected, "Mr. Ryan Martin. I'm a mechanic from Orlando, relocating to Miami for a possible new business venture."

"Well, that's believable," Walter cracked up, "Mr. Martin, do you even know how to jump a car off?"

Ryan glared, his voice a low growl, "Yes, dad, I think I can manage."

They all burst into laughter, but Ryan ignored them, heading out and onto the elevator. His bag was packed, and he was ready to go.

"I can do this," He whispered, his eyes on the picture of the girl in his hand, "I can and will do this."

Soooo... Whatcha think? Keep it? Toss it? Ideas... thoughts? Tell me what you're thinking! PLEASE don't hold anything back!

Chapters won't be this short, promise! Just... getting it started. :)

AND, no worries, I have NOT forgotten Motley.. she's my main girl! I'll still be posting 'The Miami Way', just so you know.

LOVE YOU GIRLS!