Hello everyone. As some of you wished, here is my new story. The method is easy enough to understand. This story is settled around the episodes 7.19 and 7.20. I just took those episodes and added my OC in it, mostly because I was terribly annoyed with the team dynamics on those two episode. Those of you that have read "Watch out for the Wolfes" will know what I mean. The story is not going to be terribly long, nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it. I hated how certain guys on the show treated poor Ryan, and I know lots of you did too, so I hope my OC can give those of you that don't mind OCs a bit of satisfaction, and Ryan a bit of companion ship.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI MIAMI, nor Ryan Wolfe or any of the people you know. I don't own the episodes used here, namely 7.19, Target Specific, and 7.20 Wolfe in Sheep's clothing. Nothing belongs to me, I'm just borrowing it for your and my entertainment.

The title is taken from the song "All we are" by the band Warlock and their singer Doro. Don't own the song.

Chapter One

It was a fantastic morning when Ryan arrived at the crime scene. He breathed in. The air was so cool and fresh. They were far away from the tropical climate that would hit Miami in the late afternoon, and Ryan was thankful for it. He walked over to the house when he suddenly heard terribly loud music…

"Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, ohohohoh, how'd I turn my shirt inside out? Control your poison, babe, roses have thorns they say…."(1)

He grinned; loud, earth shaking music at that time of the day could only mean one thing… And at that precise moment the silver Merc turned around the corner, tyres screeching. It parked half an inch away from his Hummer. And out got Nicole Ferguson. She smiled when she saw Ryan:

"Oh, thank God it's you. I was afraid it might be Delko or something…"

"Morning, Nicole. Why are you afraid of Delko?"

Nicole took her sunglasses off, "He saw me out with Travers a few nights ago, and I don't hear the end of it…"

"Travers? You call your boyfriend by his last name?"

Nicole frowned, "He's not my boyfriend. We're just… hanging around…"

"Does he know you're just hanging around?" Ryan asked while both of them walked to the crime scene.

Nicole sighed, "It's hard, you know. I really like him, and damn, I even like listening to him when he talks about… heck, I don't even know, trace stuff I guess, because I like him so much. But there's just this barrier in my head that tells me, 'Don't date him'. I don't know what it is…"

"It's called female intuition."

"Alright, and you believe in that crap? If we have such a thing as female intuition, we wouldn't fall for all the jerks around. You're a scientist, mate, you're not supposed to believe in either intuition or horoscopes…."

Ryan laughed, "I don't believe in horoscopes, but I do believe that women have a special ability to feel things that men cannot…"

"Well, I don't have it. I think intuition should come together with tactfulness. And I don't have it."

Ryan smiled, "You're not that bad, Nicole. How is Lord Byron, by the way?" Lord Byron was the cat they had met on their last case together.

Nicole grinned, "I never thought anyone on earth would say the following sentence, but I think Lord Byron has a thing for Kate Moss." Kate Moss was Nicole's Maine Coon. "He's always meowing to her when she sits on the couch, but wouldn't jump on it and sit down next to her to save his life. And of course, she's acting all cool, all maneater…"

"So even cats play this game?"

"What game?"

"Well, Kate Moss shows no interest just to get Lord Byron. That's what you girls do all the time…"

"Yes, but if cats were like us, Lord Byron would go and sleep with all possible cats just to get Kate Moss jealous." Nicole grinned, "Only that Kate Moss wouldn't get jealous but only think he's a jerk and go to have some fun with her toy mouse…" Suddenly, she laughed, "Can you imagine what crap we're talking about?"

Ryan smiled too, "Seriously. Two grown up people…." He opened the door of the house to her. "But well, I found out long ago that you cannot impress girls with shop talk… They tend to feel rather uncomfortable when you mention dead bodies while she's eating a steak…"

"I always thought girls nowadays would settle with the side salad… Anyways. Tripp called me, he said the victim was still alive?"

"Yah. She was stabbed, but it wasn't fatal…" They walked through the house.

Nicole frowned, "Then I wonder what I'm doing here?"

"You're a cop; you supposed to help out when a suspect is on location. But since Tripp has cleared the scene, I suppose you're only here because you were too late for the fun business and forgot to turn police radio on…"

"That might be the case. But since I'm here now, I can as well watch you and H.'s ass. Call me when there's a problem. I'll be in here appreciating the décor…" Nicole was already fascinated by the kitchen.

"You do that…" Ryan grinned and followed the blood trail that lead to the garden. His eyes immediately noticed the shiny object lying in the grass. That could be his murder weapon. He walked over to it, when he suddenly heard lout barking. As he turned around he saw a German Shepherd- running towards him, teeth bared. Ryan screamed out loud and ran so that he was out of the dog's reach, "Nonononono!!!!"

"Miami Dade Police!!!!!!!!! Put your hands where I can see them!!!!!!!!" Nicole stormed out the back door into the yard, gun drawn. When she saw that the suspect on location was actually a dog, she lowered her gun. And turned to Ryan. "Did you just scream like this because there was a dog?"

"It wanted to bite me."

"Are you kidding me? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Didn't you hear the dog barking?"

"I heard you screaming and didn't pay attention anymore. There's his chewy toy. Give it to him, and he won't hurt you…" She shook her head. "I'm gonna need one hell of a valium stash to get that heart to calm down again…" She walked back into the house while Ryan reached for his cell phone to call animal control.

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Later that evening, Ryan decided to call it a day after having paid a visit to one of the suspects they had met on the case. He saw Nicole outside, sitting on a bench and having a smoke. He sat down next to her, "You're not home already?"

"Just having a final smoke before I get home. I don't smoke around the… pets." She grinned.

"You would be a terrific mother… So, any plans with Travers tonight?"

"Yeah. We'll go to an Irish pub."

"That's cool."

"And you, any plans?"

Ryan shook his head, "No. I just prolly hang around at my flat all night long…"

"You can join us, if you want."

Ryan grinned, "No, thanks very much, I don't wanna disturb the love birds…"

"Oh, you don't disturb me…"

"Thanks, Nicole, but I'm feeling a bit tired. I got almost ripped to pieces by a dog this morning. Adrenaline is wearing off. I'm just going to pay a visit to the photographer…"

"The one that took the pictures of the team?" Ryan frowned; how did she know that again? "Yes, okay, I may or may not have been visiting Travers or Valera in the HQ when I saw you going over the pictures with Delko. Is it the Russians again?"

"Yes. And the photographer is working for them. I can tell you, I'm slightly getting pissed off by those guys. They know too much about the team for my taste."

Nicole nodded, "They really seem to. What are you gonna ask the photographer?"

"I want a name."

"You need any help?"

Ryan smiled, "Sweet of you, but you just go and get home and have a nice evening with Travers. I'm fine."

Nicole put her cigarette out, "Okay, fine with me. If there's any trouble, you can still call me. But maybe not after 8 PM, because I might be seriously bladdered by then…" She grinned.

"Alright…"

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After having said good bye to Nicole, Ryan proceeded to drive over to their photographer. He was way more nervous than he had admitted in front of Nicole. The Russians seemed to know one hell of a lot about the team. And Ryan didn't like it. There had been so many pictures of the team on Cameron West's camera, and Ryan was sure that those pictures weren't the only ones out there. They had shown the team on and off duty. And Ryan knew exactly when the picture of him had been taken. When he had said good bye to Mark and Billy. His sponsor and the kid. Ryan was very fond of children on the whole, but Billy was special to him. The kid had a spirit Ryan had never had, and he was just soooo cute. And he didn't have an easy life, with his father being in trouble with the Russians too. Well, at least both were out of the Russians' reach now. That was one good thing. He grabbed his cell phone and had a quick conversation wit Delko, telling him that he was on his way to the photographer. He hadn't even hung up the phone properly when his car started acting weird. He sighed and pulled over. When he got out, he saw he had a flat. Great. Just great. Exactly what's the purpose of a Hummer if it can't drive with a flat? He got down on his knees to get a closer look at the tyre. Well, he could change it…. He sighed, got up and reached for his cell phone. He hated it to disturb Nicole, but they couldn't afford it to lose even more time. But it was only Nicole's mailbox answering, Hello everyone, you've reached the voicemail of Nicole Ferguson. I'm dancing Nor Par, so I cannot pick up the phone right now. Please leave a message, I'm calling back. Ryan shook his head, but left a message, "Hey Nicole, it's Ryan. I have no idea what Nor Par is, but anyways. Listen, call me back when you hear this." He hung up. So much for he could call her when in trouble! He gave the tyre a desperate kick and knelt down next to it. His mind registered there was a white van pulling up next to him, and a man getting out, but he was too focused on the tyre. Only when he heard a voice asking Can I help you, his alarm rang…. That accent… He turned around, saw the blow, and then everything went dark….

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Nicole got out of the shower. While she styled her hair, her Motorola gave a soft beep. Nicole frowned; how come she hadn't heard her ringtone? She picked the phone up and listened to her voicemail. She rolled her eyes. So much for he can handle trouble alone. She called back, but only Ryan's voicemail answered. Nicole frowned before she left a message, "Ryan, it's Nicole. Nor Par is a dance, I think. Why do you tell me to call you and you don't pick up? Pick up. Come on, pick up. Pick up! Come on…." She hung up. A few minutes later, she called again. Again, no answer. She threw the cell phone onto the nearest desk and started putting some make up on when it started ringing again. She picked up, "I'm putting liquid eyeliner on just now, so I hope this is important!"

"Ah, getting all pimped up for a night out with Travers?"

Nicole rolled her eyes, "Eric. What do you want?"

"Oh, just wanted to call and ask if you're hanging around with Ryan?"

Nicole cursed and put the eyeliner down, "Great, now I have black eyeliner all over my cheek. Idiot. Why would I be hanging around with Ryan?"

"Because I was trying to get hold of him but he doesn't answer. And I saw you two together before you left; I thought he might be joining you and Travers tonight?"

"No, I asked him but he said no, he just wanted to go home and rest after having talked to the paparazzo there…"

"Ah, okay, then he has prolly switched his celly off…."

"What? He would never turn his mobile off…"

"Come on, Nicole, even he's not perfect…. Well anyways, enjoy your evening with Michael. I see you tomorrow…" The line went dead.

Nicole frowned. She looked into the mirror. That really doesn't sound like Ryan… Her fingers automatically dialled Ryan's number again. She still reached only his voicemail. She thought for a second, then left a message. "Ryan, it's Nicole. I'm worried. Please call me back as soon as you hear this. No matter when." She put the phone on the sink and proceeded with her make up. But her hand wouldn't stop trembling. She sighed, put the liquid eyeliner back into her purse and went to the living room. Her Rottweiler Frankie and her two cats, Kate Moss and Lord Byron, were all sitting next to the couch, Frankie sleeping soundly. Nicole sat down on the couch, and Kate Moss immediately jumped on her lap. Nicole smiled, "Katie, my dear, how have you been? Been showing the cold shoulder to Lord Byron again?" She reached her hand out and caressed the cat's neck. "I know, sweetie, I know. Listen guys, I'm gonna be away tonight, seeing Travers. You think you can stay here without me?" Kate Moss meowed, but Lord Byron just looked at her with his big green eyes. "You can stay alone here, Lord Byron. Come on, you gotta be the man of the house tonight." But Lord Byron just looked at her. "Okay, what's the matter? Why are you looking at me like this?" He continued. "Okay, okay, I know, I don't feel to good about this either. But what am I supposed to do?" Lord Byron turned away from her and jumped on Frankie's back. The dog raised her head and looked at Nicole. Nicole frowned, "Oh yeah, you pair up with him…. Okay, okay. If you want it all so badly!" She picked up the phone and made a call.

"Michael Travers?"

"Mikey, it's Nicole. Listen, errr… this Irish pub thing… could we do that next week?"

"Sure…. What's up, aren't you feeling alright?" He seemed concerned.

"Oh, I'm alright thanks; I just don't feel like going out tonight…."

"Would you like to come over to my place? We could cook something."

"That's sweet, but I… I just wanna go out with the dog and relax for the rest of the evening…"

"Okay, Nicole. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

"Thanks, Mikey. Bye bye."

"Sleep well, Nicole." Travers hung up.

Nicole dialled Ryan's number again. No answer. She put the phone into her pocket, gently lifted Kate Moss from her lap and put her on a cushion, sat down next to Frankie and caressed the dog behind the ear. "Come on, lady, let's go for a walk…."

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(1) Lady Gaga - Just dance