Okay here is the first chapter of my new story A Sheep In Wolfe's Clothing. I hope this is enough to get you interested. There is more on the way.

I do not own any recognisable characters and the plot is mine. I am not making any money from this story.

Ryan paced up and down the break room; wincing at the injuries he had sustained the night before. He ran a hand through his hair and took out his mobile from his pocket. He dialled a foreign number that he had memorized so long ago and waited as he listened to the dialling tone. He smiled as a gruff voice answered the phone.

"Lorcán Wolfe parle bonjour."

"Papi c'est Ryan. Je suis venue à la maison." The young man said before hanging up. He grinned and made his way to the locker rooms.

His smile grew as he saw that the room was empty. He took off his bloodied shirt and used it to clean the wounds that littered his torso. His head shot up when the locker door opened and Rick Stetler walked in. The older man stopped in his tracks when he saw the young man.

"I was looking for you." The IAB sergeant said.

"Come to fire me?"

"No actually. I was coming to congratulate you. I heard that you saved the life of a little boy." Ryan huffed.

"No I think the person you are looking for is a certain redhead that will be standing on the top a building somewhere thinking up new ways to screw me over."

"While you're down here obviously in pain."

"12 hours I spent in that warehouse. All I could think of was that the team would come and save me. I got in here today after cleaning my wounds to find that they didn't even know I was missing."

"Have you told Horatio?"

"Yeah."

"And he didn't send you to the hospital?"

"No." Ryan spat. "He was too busy taking care of his team."

"Do you want me to drive you?" Rick offered. Ryan sighed.

"No I'm okay." He said softly. "Thank you though." Rick shrugged.

"What can I say? I'm that sorta guy." The two men chuckled. "I meant it though. You should really see someone about those wounds."

"I will. Just not in this country."

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah. Just for a while. I'm going home."

"France?"

"Yeah. I miss my husband."

"Well have you told Horatio?"

"No. I actually want this to be treated as a kidnapping case so that I can mess with the Russian's heads so if you could keep this quiet then I'd appreciate it." Rick smiled.

"No problem. And I think that this is also a good time to investigate the lab so I'll make sure that you are treated as a kidnapping."

"Thank you."

"Vous êtes les bienvenus." Rick replied earning a chuckle from Ryan.

"Vous parlez français." The young man said; pulling a clean T-shirt over his head.

"Un peu." Rick replied. "I have to go but promise me you'll be careful."

"Rick. I'm a Wolfe. I'm always careful." Ryan said with a lopsided grin. The young man stood up, placed everything back into his locker and turned to Rick. "I'll be back in a month. So I'll phone you soon."

"That's fine."

"One other thing. Would you make sure that Alexx Woods and Frank Tripp know where I am?"

"Of course I will."

"Thank you." Ryan said as he closed his locker and left the room.

"Ryan!" Calleigh called as she ran down the steps of the building. Ryan tensed and turned around.

"What now?" He asked. "Haven't you thrown me out of enough labs already?"

"Ryan you know why I did it."

"Yes. But do you know why I did what I did?"

"What?"

"Like I said inside. There were extenuating circumstances." Calleigh watched as Ryan walked away. For a second she could have sworn she saw him limp but she shook it off and went back inside.

"So Mr. Wolfe what can I do for you today?" The clerk said.

"I would like to gain access to my safe deposit box."

"Of course. Can I take you're security code?"

"Yeah it's 3851 and the password is Ducatti."

"Good and can I check your ID and photograph your retina?"

"Yeah I have my driving license right here." Ryan said as he fumbled around in his wallet.

"Thank you. And your retina please." The woman said as she held up a small, high tech camera. Ryan looked into the lens and smiled when the computer screen came up with a positive match. "Good. Follow me please." The woman said.

Ryan followed her into the vaults and walked to one of his three boxes. He took off a silver chain that held a set of three keys around his neck and opened up the box. He took out his French passport, several hundred in Euros and several documents. He replaced them with his American passport and several dollars. He then locked the box back up and opened a second box.

He took out a pair of black gloves and put them on before reaching inside and pulling out a long oak box and opened it up. He smiled when he saw the pernambuco and horsehair cello bow sat inside the blue velvet lined box. He closed the oak box back up and tucked it under his arm before closing the deposit box back up and leaving the vault.

Ryan sighed as he took off his shoes and jacket. He lit a small fire in the kitchen's hearth and hung a copper kettle over the flames. He took out a mug and placed a teaspoon of his favorite instant coffee in the bottom. When the water had boiled he poured it into the mug and replaced the copper kettle over the fire. He was just about to sit up to the cupboard top when his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and without looking at the caller ID; answered the call.

Okay so there it is! Please review!