A/N: Okay this is more of a starting muse fic after I started watching The Blacklist. I don't own it, I don't have any claim on anything than the Dire Wolf. This was just something and it's my first fic in this realm. I usually do other genres so bare with me. Just read and review yeah?

Veiled threats made to Red about Elizabeth Keen from an unknown source and no name put's Red on the defensive when a purposely failed assassination attempt on Agent Keen lands her in the hospital. Red has exhausted all of this contacts looking for the one that put a hit out on his daughter and now he has no choice but to make a call to the one they call the Dire Wolf.

The Dire Wolf doesn't get hired, isn't bought. The Wolf chooses you and not the other way around, and it is the plea that is sent out to the Wolf that brings it sniffing and deciding if it'll help the Concierge of Crime or leaving the man to fend for himself.

They say the measure of a man isn't by the wealth, or his material possession but rather what he does to leave a mark on the world. Raymond Reddington is man that has wealth, criminal power and material possession, but what he has that not many see is the powerful protective and yet destructive streak to protect those he cares about.

He was once an upstanding moral man, he had a family, he had a life, and he had a career. That is until he was forced to turn away from the life and was forcibly taken away one Christmas because of something he had come across. What makes a good man go bad? It's the question that drives those at the FBI, it's the question that drives all of the law enforcement of the world to come after the man known as 'Red'.

It was over twenty years later after the 'murder' of his family and his home that he came across something that would change his life. As monstrous as his life was that he had made it, Red had found something that would and could possibly give him a second chance. Until a bullet ripped through that second chance and left him sitting beside the woman who had found out was his daughter.

Sitting beside the bed and holding Elizabeth Keen's hand, Red turned his gaze to the machines and watched as they blinked and beeped away. The tube in his 'Lizzie's' throat kept her breathing on her own as she couldn't breathe on her own. Looking to the door Red saw Dembe on the other side of the door making phone call after phone call to find the bastard that did this.

It had started after Berlin had made off with his money and the return of Red's ex-wife, there had been several letters and packages promising the death of the FBI agent, and yet there was no demand, no form of communication. It was just a promise to end the thing that Red held sacred and dear, his daughter that he had found had survived and lived from the fire twenty years ago.

The latest letter was just a time and place, and Red had done everything he could to protect and cover his daughter even going so far as to stick with her almost at the hip. When he heard the shot and felt the impact of Lizzie's body against his own he saw the blood first before he saw her eyes widen in surprise before they both collapsed to the ground. People where running around screaming, crying but Red heard none of that as he got to his knees and pulled Lizzie into his arms and looked for the bullet wound that hit the upper part of her chest on the right side and out the back through her shoulder blade which was now shattered.

Pressing against the wound he looked down and saw that Lizzie was trying to keep her eyes open, he shushed her and leaned in resting his forehead against hers as sirens rang throughout the air.

"Stay with me, stay with me Lizzie. I have you."

It took thirteen hours of surgery and Red fighting to keep his composure as the FBI set up guards throughout the entire hospital after they learned someone was out for one of their own. Ressler had come up on Red in the waiting room and attacked him claiming it was him that set up the whole thing that landed his co-worker in the OR. Dembe had stepped up and kept the FBI Agent away from Red as the man shook his head to clear away the fog from the hits to the face.

Everyone was stressed, but when they learned that Agent Keen was losing too much blood and they didn't have any more of her type Red had stepped up and shocked everyone saying he shared her blood type. There was speculation about the Criminal and the FBI Agent but the doctor pulled Red with him to set him up to do the blood transfusion.

After the operation and the blood, here Red was sitting at his daughter's bed side hoping against all odds that there was someone, a contact, a contractor that knew who the fucker was that decided to hit him where it hurt.

Dembe walked into the room and shook his head sadly looking to the woman on the bed then his boss, Red turned his head away from Lizzie and with a hardened look to the window quietly made his order.

"Send the information to the Dire Wolf, see if they will help, if they do… give them whatever they want."

Dembe pulled a different cellphone out and knelt in front of Red typing out a message, it took him five minutes to compose it and he turned the phone to show it to the man who read it before nodding. Dembe entered a phone number and hit send. Once it was sent he waited for the message saying the message was picked up before deleting it from the phone.

"She'll pull through sir, I have no doubt that your daughter has your constitution and if she is anything like her father, she will come back kicking and screaming. I remember you doing that when I brought you back from death."

Red turned his eyes to the man that had once been a boy that he had saved all those years ago, he offered him a sad smile before tearfully turning back and brushing a strand of hair away from Lizzie's face.

A cellphone had gone off on a table as a figure sat reading a novel, it was a fictional novel but it was one that was full of excitement and drama. Reaching over to the coffee table the figure grasped the phone and set the book down on the table as a message popped up on the screen.

I am the last person that would ever make a request of you. I know how you operate and I know how you choose your work, I am sending this not as the Concierge of Crime, but as a father who is watching his daughter struggle for life for my mistakes and past. I cannot lose her after I have gotten her back. I implore you to take this on and protect my daughter, find those that want her dead. You fee will be whatever you ask of me.

-Raymond Reddington

The figure looked to the wall with picture frames that held images of family and friends that became family. There was also a clip board of an unsolved crime about the death of a family in a fire, it was now considered a cold case but the people that did it were still out there, and if the number four on the FBI's list would be willing to pay anything then why not take the job?

Typing in a message the figure stood up and hit send before looking to the book and closing it with a bookmarker in place.

The Dire Wolf will answer the call of the father. The fee is information on who ordered the hit on the Destler family and the people that committed the crime. I will find you.

Dembe had received the message looking to his boss who was resting his head against the wall where his chair was up against sleeping soundly or as soundly as he could be. The man stepped out of the room looking down the halls, the Dire Wolf was one of the more unknown shadowed figures of the underworld a bit more of a recent name. There were stories about the things the Wolf had done and how dangerous the Wolf was, however what was always a constant was the fact that the Wolf was not a standard or even exceptional run of the mill contractors, but one of the almost legendary ones.

What set the Wolf apart was the fact most of the deaths attributed to the Dire Wolf were in protection of the client in whom the Wolf would protect. High ranking, actual honest and innocent people were protected by the Wolf. Those killed by the Wolf were left with such evidence that those that dared try to protect their asses ended up in court and jailed. Raymond Reddington would be the last person that would ever be helped by the Dire Wolf because of his business and his practice. Why the Wolf would help him Dembe would never know, but he hoped it would be because of the change and chance that his employer was making and taking.

He nodded to an FBI guard and went to go get some coffee and a tea for Red when he came across a woman in the elevator with a buggy of medical tubes and items. Seeing that the woman was heading onto the floor he ignored the woman who stared at him and offered a soft smile before heading off and going to various rooms to take blood samples.

It was no more than an hour and a half later when he returned with a travel mug of tea and a travel mug of coffee entering the room where his boss was when he noted the presence of someone else sitting in a corner with a book in hand and legs crossed. The figure looked up noting the man before looking back down the book and continued to read. Dembe moved to his boss and nudged the man with his foot keeping an eye on the figure. Red grunted with the first nudge but a sharper kick to the man's leg yielded a snarl and a now awake Red before his attention was brought to where Dembe was staring. The figure looked up from its book again and closed it over a finger to mark the placement in the book.

"You called Reddington?"

The man in question had snapped from tiredness to awareness and was wondering when the person before him had come in settling themselves into a chair that clearly should have made noises of some sort along with the fact that a large bag was also sitting beside the wall near and open window.

"You are the Dire Wolf?"

"You were lucky I was in town, New York is such a nice place to get away from the bullshit of the world. Your daughter was not hard to find and you even less so at the moment. Surprisingly since Raymond Reddington is supposed to be one of the hardest men in the world to find unless he wants to do business. Your daughter must mean a great deal to you and because she was dragged into your world as an almost innocent I am inclined to take this job. It's not often that I find someone on the other side of the fence that had gotten fucked over hard by the military and his country, someone that goes 'dark' and comes back as something else.

Tell me Reddington, what made you come home?" The figure leaned forwards from the shadows and the half-scarred face was illuminated by a lamp seeing as it was night time. The burn marks didn't disguise the fact that it was a somewhat young looking woman with shortish dark hair swept off to the side and the back flipped up. The clothing was a mix of casual with military, the pants were fitted military casual pants and a grey button down with black combat boots.

Red looked to his daughter and in a moment of vulnerability he sighed letting his shoulders droop. When he looked to the Dire Wolf, the woman nodded seeing the tears in the man's eyes it was enough for her and she opened her book again leaning back in her seat to read.

"The information I need will be my payment, you are able to find almost all information and so I am going to use your services. I need you to find out who made the hit on Destler family a few years back, the people that killed the family burned the home, the parents and murdered the brother while leaving the daughter for dead."

"Did you say your family was burned alive?"

"Did I say it was me, Reddington?" The woman looked up to the man who stared at her with now interest, the Concierge of Crime was making himself known in those eyes before humanity made its way back into the eyes.

"No, no of course not. However the burns scars on your face would suggest you were there if not the person that was burned." Red let go of his daughter's hand and took the travel mug from Dembe before the bodyguard shifted off to the side a little keeping an eye on the Wolf.

"Much like you Reddington?" The man's face hardened and it was then that the Wolf knew the criminal had taken face, this was the person that the Wolf wanted to talk to, "You aren't the first person that I've noticed that had everything taken away from them. In fact someone is taking good people and making them go… 'Bad'. All seems to be military related in some fashion, a young and up and coming high ranking Naval Officer suddenly disappearing and his home burned to the ground, family dead or missing. Soon pops up later along with 'shared' government intelligence and for twenty years makes a name for himself.

Next is an older US Marine having served four tours in the Middle East and other conflicts. His only child slaughtered and the home and his only remaining family burned alive. He pops up three years later as an independent contractor for hire and used primarily for his sharpshooting skills.

And more recently, a young Canadian Naval Sailor who was placed into an impossible situation where the younger brother was part of a wrong group who has supposedly decided to make the brother's family pay. They come to the house to lay down the 'law' and chain the parents to a propane tank, the daughter having already tried to fend off the intruders was badly injured only to witness the death of her family and destruction of the home. The brother was murdered via 'suicide' in prison and now that ex-naval sailor is one of the most dangerous human guard dog in the world."

Red watched the woman as she returned to her book and flipped a page before putting a hand into her pocket and pulling out a USB key. Looking up look enough she tossed it to the man who caught the key and looked to it.

"This was the information I was able to locate, there are at least two dozen contractors, murderers, and insane people now because of what this group had done. I at least have my morals left intact, and I see that somewhere in you… you have yours even if it's now tempered by the criminal realm."

Red closed his hand around the USB key and looked to Dembe who came over and took it.

"Get the NSA hacker and ensure he stays quiet about this." Dembe looked between the two before the Dire Wolf spoke up.

"Don't worry about your boss, both he and his daughter are under my protection. No one will be stupid enough to attack this hospital that I can guarantee you and if someone would like to try they are welcome to see how many they lose." The woman flipped another page and continued reading before a buzz brought her attention to her phone that she pulled out of her jacket. Looking at it she put the book down on her knee and was engaged with her phone. Standing up the Wolf set her book down on the chair opened but face down before looking to the ceiling then the door.

Sighing she put her phone back into her coat that was hanging on the back of the chair before she stretched her neck and shook her body loose. Opening her bag she pulled a silenced handgun out and put it into a chest-shoulder holster that Red was not aware she was wearing. The man was about to stand when she shook her head and pointed up to the ceiling where there was slow heavy mass moving. From the angle of things it was clear that whomever was up there did not know of the Wolf, or if they had been listening could not see the Wolf. Looking to the open window after pulling a metal syringe and putting it between her teeth the Wolf gave Red a wink and climbed out.

Red being unarmed with nothing but his coat, hat and his travel mug looked around the room before his daughter. What seemed like an hour was ten minutes later and there was a thud in the ceiling followed by near faint fist sound meeting flesh and another thud. Seconds later a ceiling panel opened away from the beds and out came a male body that ungracefully landed in a heap with a broken arm from the angle in which it was bent and a bloodied face. The Wolf slowly lowered herself out of the ceiling while replacing the panel using one hand before landing.

Looking to Red the Wolf cocked her head to the side, "You want him or should I just kill him now and dump the body?" Red stood and walked over as the two stood staring at the man before them.

"I want him to talk, if he won't talk then you can kill him. However I want one of my own to dispose of him. I want no trace back."

"That's fine, never could happily conceal my messes, but then you know that's not what I do. Who do you think he's with or outfitted from?" Red leaned down and rolled the man over onto his back looking him over. There were no tattoos in the usual spots on the neck, the hands and Red was less than caring when he pried the sleeves up on the arms.

He was American from what gathered this was almost a professional hit had it not been for the Wolf. He was armed with a silenced HK45, the ones used by US Special Operations Forces. Taking that and checking him over further there was no wallet, no ID, nothing.

"Heckler and Koch 45, haven't seen this used in the market often. Normally used by American Special Forces. Either a Black Ops Agent gone bad..." The Wolf knelt down and grabbed at the man pulling him to a sitting position before prying his jacket off and opening his shirt and checking him out.

"Or he's another one of us… look at these scars. These are burns, bullet wounds oh and look he was partly skinned. That's new." Moving the shirt more there was a portion of the chest that looked like previously had a tattoo or something that was permanent and was cut away from the body. The Wolf leaned back on her haunches as Red stood up with the gun in hand.

Out of all the operations, dealings and money invested into organizations there was no one out there in the world that Red could think of that could pull off what they did. And if in fact the Wolf, he himself and the man on the floor are connected by circumstance and their lives ruined by this shadow organization, they have now made number one on his Black List and it looked like he would be holding onto the Dire Wolf for quite some time.

"Wolf, if our connection is there as you say. I am looking to bring someone into my organization that I know will do whatever it will take to protect. I know you are not one of those that could ever work for someone such as myself however I am willing to employ you until I find out exactly who we are up against and I will give you whatever you need alongside the information you require."

The Wolf had finished resetting the injured man's arm before standing and gazing at Red. The man could manipulate anything and anyone. So what would he get out of this besides almost near full time protection for himself and his daughter?

"What is your end game, you give me a good answer or I leave this assignment as soon as I deem it done."

Red knew this was a situation where he had to either reveal who he was or tell his end game. Even his own endgame he wasn't entirely set as situations with the FBI constantly changes and evolves. However he started all this to get back at whomever destroyed his life, hide his daughter away, his wife and whatever dregs he had of normalcy. Better to be honest to the Wolf, there was no way of tricking it for it always knew when someone was lying.

"Twenty years ago as you undoubtedly aware, I was to become a Naval Admiral. Someone screwed with me, prevented me from going home and they made a mess of my life. Someone sold me out and I do not know who. I have spent the last twenty years getting my hands dirty compiling a list of people, entities and so on to find the wonderful little unpleasant drags of society that did this. I came back to the US with this list known as the Blacklist, people you wouldn't believe on this list and all for terrorism, extortion and so forth. Most of it was to get to a man named Berlin after he found out about my daughter after I spent years after finding her again, protecting the best I could.

I need someone to stand with me to find these Blacklisters because in the end they will all lead to the one that started this all."

The Wolf nodded and looked to the man on the ground and rose an eyebrow. The man was waking up and he was clearly in pain. Red came back and stood behind the Wolf as she knelt down again using the tip of her own silenced hand gun in which Red noted it was a Sig Sauer 226, to tip the man's chin up to face her.

"We know you are awake there, so open your eyes. You try to make a loud noise, I will crack your throat. You try and do anything stupid I'll put a bullet into your head. You answer our questions including the man's behind me and maybe you won't die a painful death." The man opened his eyes slowly and winced in pain.

He was looking at the half burned face of someone that should have died years ago, but here he was looking into the eyes of Dire Wolf. He had come across the Wolf once before and was smart enough to disengage from the target at the time while the rest of his compatriots we killed. He had hid away and licked his wounded pride.

"You."

"Me what? You've seen me before?" The man nodded, there would be no way he was leaving this room alive as the Wolf was known for not leaving anyone alive. "Reddington, ask your questions…" The wolf stood and took a deep breath.

"You seem to know my friend here, so this is how it's going to work. Tell me what I need to know about the hit on Elizabeth Keen and I'll let you go. You don't, I let my friend here have her way with you." The man nodded at the Wolf gaze moved to the other man in the room. "Who hired you?"

"You'll let me go?"

"I'll let you walk right out of this room, no strings attached. Who hired the hit, was it Berlin?" Red knew that the Wolf was not impressed, but there were better ways of getting a man to talk and if it involved bribing to get the answer then so be it.

"No, it wasn't Berlin and I don't care to give you the answers. I know the Wolf will kill me the first change she gets so I'm ending it here and now." The man slammed his jaw together and swallowed something before his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Well… that was interesting." Red said as he watched the Wolf kneel down and pried the now dead man's mouth open. Sighing she hung her head and stood before turning to look at Red.

"What the hell was that?"

"To get results, sometimes you need to be able to communicate as well be able to bribe someone. In my business if you want people to talk, you offer them something in return. Didn't think the man would have a cyanide pill, those things went out of style years ago." The wolf raised an eyebrow for shaking her head.

"He's dead, get your clean up person here. I'm going to go back and read all while hoping that I don't have to have any more excitement for the night I would like to finish this book." The Wolf went and put her weapon back into her bag including the now used metal syringe before grabbing her book and sitting back down to read.

Red had finished a phone call with someone called Mr. Kaplen and went back to his seat gazing at the gun in his hand before the woman, might as well try to get as much information of the woman as he could.

"So do you have a name other than Dire Wolf or Destler?" The woman unimpressed gazed at the man before going back to reading, she heard the man shift in his seat coming over to see what she was reading or pretending to do so.

"And what are you reading there?"

"The Strain… scientific take on the vampire. Are you always this nosy or is that just you and your personality?" The two stared at each other for a few moments before a groan was heard in the room, Red turned away from the Dire Wolf and went to his daughter's bedside putting the gun on the chair and taking her hand in both of his.

"Lizzie." The Wolf gave a sad smile before quietly murmuring her name so that no one in the room but her heard it.

"Kamryn, the name's Kamryn."