* Disclaimer I don't own the CSI or Special Unit 2 characters I do own the plot and the original characters though.

Just for clarification this not part of my Leo series (if you have no idea what I'm talking about then you don't need to know this do you?) If this first part confuses you just hang on all will be explained, and how this has anything to do with CSI

If you paid attention in the lobby of the apartment building at 144 Jamesburg, which most people avoided doing because the area was renowned for its junkies and drug dealers, you'd notice a young man standing propped against the wall in one of its more subdued corners. He was just standing there watching and waiting like he'd been doing for the past 6 hours, since sunrise. He was beginning to think that what he was waiting for wasn't going to happen. Trust Karl to bring him faulty information. If he screwed up his first solo case because of that little midget! A young mother exited the elevator that led to the rest of the building her 4-year-old daughter in her arms. Unlike most people she did pay attention, and she did notice the young man. His bright green eyes unnerved her as tracked her and her daughter across the room. She took in his messy brown hair, which he'd forgotten to put gel in this morning in his hurried rush to leave his apartment. He was wearing a tan leather jacket over a black T-shirt with a pair of old faded blue jeans. He noticed her stare and gave her a good natured smile, moving his jacket letting her see the badge clipped to his belt. She relaxed and smiled back, feeling much safer. Just then a big man with short black hair snatched her daughter out of her arms from behind her. The man took off, sprinting toward the main doors to make his get away. The detective smiled; maybe his information wasn't bad after all. He took off in pursuit. He pulled out his gun, but he only had one shot and he didn't want to waste it, besides he might hit the kid.

"Special unit 2!" he yelled but his shout was lost among the other screams

"Annabel!" shrieked the woman

He chased the man out onto the street as the lobby behind him erupted into chaos and confusion as the young woman collapsed sobbing onto the floor.

"Special unit 2 stop!" he yelled again weaving his way through the crowd. He reached into his jacket pocket with one hand holding his gun with the other. His fingers curled around the cylindrical object, his thumb hovering above the button that would activate the device.

"Mama," screamed the child, pounding her tiny fists against her kidnapper's back.

Don't worry Annabel," he yelled remembering what her mother had called the child "I'm coming!"

The detective was sprinting at top speed but he still wasn't gaining any ground, but he wasn't losing any either. Damn it, he was starting to flag and if he couldn't catch up to this guy now, it made him shutter just to think about what would happen to poor little Annabel, "but that wasn't going to happen," he thought fiercely. Ignoring the stitch in his side he tried to make himself run even faster instead of slowing down, but what he wants to do and what is physically possible is two totally different things, he must have chased this guy and Annabel at least three blocks by now. His finger twitched on the button on his Howler if only this guy would get off the main road so he could make his move. Just then he finally caught a break or rather little Annabel did he wouldn't be the one to pay the price. The man turned down a narrow ally, a narrow empty ally. The detective followed him. It was time to make his move. He swallowed nervously; a million and one ways things could go wrong flickered through his head. "No," he thought shaking his head to rid himself of the waves of self doubt that were distracting him from what he must do. He stopped and planted his feet shoulder width apart for balance, and slammed the button on the Howler down, hard. The device let out a piercing shriek causing him to cringe. He was just grateful that most of the ruckus the device was making was at a higher pitch than he could hear, but it was well within the hearing range of the man who had taken Annabel. The man dropped the child and turned snarling to face the detective. The detective took his hand out of his pocket knowing that the device wouldn't de-activate until he pressed the button again. He braced himself, holding his gun with both hands pointing it directly at the black haired man. "Here we go," he thought. The man's eyes flashed yellow and he bared his teeth at the detective revealing a mouthful of sharp pointed teeth. Ancient instincts drove the man to attack the detective only one thing on his mind making the noise stop. The detective watched as the man's flesh bulged and rippled, and in less than a second a man was no longer attacking him, a world was. It was huge even thundering at his on all fours it stood taller than he did. His fingers itched to pull the trigger, but he remembered Detective Benson's words of advice.

"Remember," she had said, "wait until it gets as close as possible, you only get one shot. So you don't want to miss."

So he waited until the black wolf was only three feet away, and he pulled the trigger. Things went terribly wrong, his gun jammed. He didn't have time to reload; he didn't even have time to pull the trigger again and try to squeeze off the shot. The wolf barreled into him, sending him crashing to the ground, and his gun clattered from his hand. The wolf sunk its teeth into his right shoulder at the base of his neck. He screamed in agony, but tried to wrestle it off his shoulder with his right hand while trying to turn off his Howler with his left.

"Run Annabel," he yelled, but the child was frozen in place.

He managed, to pry it off his shoulder, wincing as its razor sharp teeth sliced open his hand, but in the chaos of the attack he had to abandon his effort to turn off his Howler and use both hands in an effort to keep the creature from sinking its teeth into his throat. He managed to keep it away from his throat, but its teeth sliced open his face above his left eye leaving a curved cut that stopped right over his cheek bone. Adrenaline pounded through his veins as he fought to stay alive. "I hate werewolves," he thought. He managed to use his foot to get leverage to hold the beast away from his throat. He managed to finally push the button on the Howler silencing it and ending the attack. The Wolf leapt back a foot and morphed back to his human form. The man spat scornfully on the injured detective, and started to walk back to grab the child, the detective grabbed his gun from where it had fallen and fired at the suspects back. It thudded into the suspect's left shoulder two inches above his heart, but that wasn't close enough, not to kill a werewolf. The man half-turned and gave the detective an arrogant smirk grabbed Annabel and ran off. The detective pulled out his phone and hit Detective Benson's number on his speed dial.

"Hello?" she asked sounding worried, the detectives normally came straight back to HQ after an arrest or extermination, but she preferred to think of them as arrests if they resisted then they had to protect the citizens of Chicago.

"Help," he croaked, now that the adrenaline was wearing off he was begging to feel sluggish and he couldn't ignore the throbbing pain in his shoulder.

"Oh my god, I'll be right there just hold on!" she hung up. He hoped she would make it soon, in time to maybe track the werewolf and save Annabel.

A couple of minutes later screeching tires could be heard entrance of the ally, but it had seemed like hours to the injured detective as he lie their in the newly formed pool of his own blood. Detectives Benson and O'Malley came running up the ally and knelt by him.

"Oh my god, Ryan!" screamed Detective Benson.

"Just hang on, J.R. come on, helps on the way," said Detective O'Malley a panicky edge to his voice.

Five-months-ago

Ryan was sitting in the locker room after one of the worst days of his life, or to be more exact yesterday had been the worst day of his life kidnapped, tortured, and blackmailed and worst of all no one noticed. He'd had to jeopardize an investigation, but a young boy's life had been in danger. He hadn't known what to do, it's not exactly in protocol. He was just grateful for Horatio's last minute intervention. Except, now Horatio's actions could be brought into question and he knew the lab could run without Ryan Wolfe, they'd already proven that, but the lab couldn't run without its leader. It couldn't run without Horatio Caine. Maybe he should quit, stop the investigation before it started, or he could try to pretend nothing had happened. Eric and Calliegh suspected something though; it was strange his attempt to make things right by returning the bullet casing was what'd caused him the most trouble. Calliegh thought he'd been beat up and threatened over his gambling debts, and that was why he'd withheld the evidence. How could she think he'd ever do something like that? Didn't she know him better than that! Sure he was a little in debt ok a lot, but he'd never let it interfere with an investigation. "Besides most of it's not mine anyway," he thought sulkily. Sure it's been his idea to start, but he'd also known when to stop. His friend Billy however, hadn't. So Ryan feeling guilty had taken over his debt. All 100 thousand dollars of it, he'd managed to scrape up some money and pay most of it, but not all of it. He still owed 42 thousand to the wrong people. The Russian Mob, God why'd Billy have to go get caught up with them. He had a son to worry about for crying out loud!! His friend couldn't clean up his own mess, not with his young son, so Ryan had to clean it up for him. He'd just never guessed that it would've been so much trouble it had already cost him his job once, now it may again. Maybe he should quit soon, he didn't want to drag anyone else down with him, besides if it got out that he'd forged evidence in a murder investigation losing his job would be the least of his problems. Sure he should've told Horatio sooner, sure he never should've even started gambling, but he couldn't believe they'd just turn on him like that, with out even giving him a chance to explain himself! Sure he'd expect Delko to pull something like this, but Calliegh? He wished she'd never fallen for Delko, hunh there wasn't a woman CSI Delko hadn't slept with. Natalia and Calliegh, what'd Eric think he was doing? Speak of the devil, Eric walked into the locker room Calliegh trailing behind him with a guilty look on her face. "This can't be good," he thought with dread.

"Look Wolfe," said Eric a self-righteous look on his face "your personal problems are becoming an endangerment to the lab. So I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"You can't tell me to leave Delko," Ryan spat back going on the defensive.

"Look I don't want to turn you in, but we can't let you do this we know your working for Ivan to pay off your debts." Said Eric forcefully

"Is that what you think? Because you've got it all wrong just let me explain" Ryan started

"We don't need an excuse Wolfe, look you quit by the end of shift or we're going to Horatio," Eric interrupted

"Fine goes to Horatio, he already knows," spat Ryan. "Stay cool," he thought to himself, "you were just thinking that it would be better if you quit, and that's all that Eric's saying, don't lose your temper."

"You can't bluff your way through this Wolfe," said Eric.

"I'm not bluffing you can go ask Horatio, if you won't believe me then maybe you'll believe him" Ryan said smugly

"You know what I'm tired of the B.S. Wolfe, I was gonna go to Horatio, but if you won't just come clean or I'm going to go straight to Stettler." Snapped Eric

"Come on," protested Ryan knowing that Eric at this point wasn't going to listen to an explanation or reason so he leaned around him and talked to Calliegh " come on Call, you just gonna let Delko talk for you?"

"She's not talking to you Wolfe," snapped Eric possessively

"Well I'm talking to her, Delko," Ryan snapped, "come on Call you got nothing to say? What happened to Miami's Bullet Girl hunh?"

"Eric's right," she said with a sigh.

"You hear that Wolfe? You're not weaseling out of this one." said Eric.

Ryan squeezed his eyes shut and started chanting in his head I'm not punch Delko, I'm not gonna punch Delko, O.K. I probably am, but I'm not gonna punch Delko at work, I'm not gonna punch him at work.

"Fine," he snapped shoving Delko into the lockers before violently yanking open his and pulling all his stuff out. "But I'll get you for this Delko! I swear I'll show you for this!"

Ryan stormed out of the locker room, brushing past Calliegh not even looking at her. Sure turning their backs on him had been bad enough, but this out and out betrayal. They'd never liked him not really. He felt numbed, almost four year, almost four years and this was how it ended leaving tail between his legs because Delko, slept with every woman in Miami, popped positive for dope, had his badge stolen while having sex in a plaza Delko, Life was laughing at him. Come all this way to have it completely ripped apart and destroyed in a couple days. He sighed and walked toward Horatio's office, he wondered what Horatio would say? Would he be mad at Eric, or will he be glad to have finally gotten rid of me? Well I guess I'll just have to find out, since that Bastard Delko aint giving me a choice. He stood outside the door for a couple moments collecting his thoughts. Things like I can't believe this is happening, and Delko's gonna regret this, flittered through his mind. He glanced over his shoulder to see Delko out side of the locker room watching him with a smug face like he'd won. "What's the prize?" Ryan wondered "protecting the lab? He gets to be the big Hero by forcing me away? Well whatever it is he's got it now." Ryan turned back to face the door trying to keep his face blank. He took a deep breath and pushed it open. Horatio looked up at his entrance he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Mr. Wolfe," he asked.

By way of answer Ryan unclipped his badge and gun from his belt and laid them on Horatio's desk.

"Eric knows, about the bullet casing he threatened to go to Stettler," Ryan explained

"Did you tell him about the boy," Horatio asked

"I tried he won't listen," Ryan replied trying to keep the anger out of his voice. "…it was a pleasure working for you Lt. Caine," he stated extending his hand.

"Glad to have had you Mr. Wolfe," Horatio said shaking his extended hand.

Ryan turned and walked out of Horatio's office, walked away from everything he'd ever dreamed of, ever worked for. He walked past Natalia in the hallway, she must have noticed something in his expression because she turned and starred at him. He walked through the lobby he glanced over his shoulder with taking it all in one last time, and walked out the doors for good. He was walking through the parking lot to his car when he heard a woman's voice it was so familiar.

"Jonathan, Jonathan Wolfe," called a pretty blonde.

Ryan spun around in shock at hearing someone call his first name; no one ever called him by his first name. In fact most people thought Ryan was his first name not his middle. He smiled when he saw who the duo coming toward him was.

"Kate Benson and Nick O'Malley, what are you doing here?" he said his mood brightening a little bit.

"Working a case what else, but why are you here," said the older woman hugging him

"I am or was a CSI," he told her his grin fading

"What! What happened?" she asked

He froze. Should he tell them? He trusted them, more than he'd trusted anyone at CSI, except Alex. He explained everything about Billy and the gambling, the Russian mob, his kidnapping and blackmail, about the casing and the forged fingerprint that Calliegh and Eric didn't know about.

"Oh you poor thing," exclaimed Kate

"Looks like you haven't been staying out of trouble, Jonathan." Said O'Malley

"Well I go by Ryan now, but yeah not doing so good there," he sighed "and now I need a new job."

"Well you know Special Unit 2 had an open detective position, maybe you should apply," said Kate.

"Yeah bet they can't say you aren't qualified now," said Nick laughing.

"Talent and ability aren't enough to qualify you in a confidential section of the police." Ryan said quoting the man who had cost him his tech job in Special Unit 2. "Do you think I could do it though? Be a Special Unit detective I mean."

"Course you can," said Kate brightly "here its Captain Page's number call him to apply,"

"Oh he's still there is he? Does he still have his other hand or is that one fake now too?" said Ryan laughing referring to the captain's fake hand he had acquired due to an unfortunate case.

"He's managed to keep a hold of that one he's still always losing the fake on though," replied Nick laughing

"I just can't believe this happened," Ryan sighed

"Well hey everything happens for a reason right," said Kate soothingly

"Yeah I guess you're right there, I'm make sure to call," Ryan said brightening up

"That's the Spirit," Said Nick.