Ryan was sitting in his living room head in his hands, staring at his Blackberry he had sat on the coffee table. Yesterday's events fresh in his mind, did he really want to move to Chicago? What did Miami have? Miami had trouble. He leaned forward to pick up his phone and his bruised ribs reminded him of that. Moving out of Miami was starting to sound like a good idea. He reached into his pocket pulled out the scrap of paper that Kate had written Captain Page's number on. One call and it makes it final no going back. If he got the job they would expect him to show up to take it. He was about to start punching in numbers when his phone rang. Annoyed he looked at the caller ID and saw it was Horatio. "Why is he calling me?" Ryan wondered "oh well it might be something important." He put his phone on speaker and set it on the coffee table.

"Hey H. What's up?" he asked feeling slightly worried. What if Eric had told Stettler after all?

"Don't worry Eric hasn't told Stettler," replied Horatio reassuringly. "How does he do that," Ryan wondered.

"Then what," Ryan started to ask.

"They found where you were held," Horatio said mater of factly.

"Did they run DNA," asked Ryan who was suddenly feeling drained.

"Yes and Eric wants to question you about it, now I can tell him to hold off…" Horatio started.

"No," Ryan interrupted, "you went to bat for me once now it's my turn to step up to the plate, besides I don't need you getting any more tangled up in this."

"Ryan I'm already tangled up in this, you don't have to do this alone if you need help I'm here, and you are not taking the fall for this because you don't want to give me up."

"Fine," Ryan replied, "I just hope it doesn't come to that."

"So do I, Wolfe, so do I," Horatio said, "I'll give Eric the go ahead."

"Do me a favor, and tell him to bring Natalia, she'll listen to me," Ryan said.

"Sure Wolfe," Horatio said as he hung up.

Ryan picked up his Blackberry and started to surf the web. He went Google and typed in Chicago apartments. He scrolled through a couple of results until he found one that sounded promising. 1,600 dollars a week, kitchen, living room, bedroom, bath it also came furnished so he wouldn't have to worry about lugging furniture from Miami to Chicago. Only thing holding it back was the fact it was in one of the more crime prone areas. It was also conveniently located across the street from the dry cleaners that hid the entrance to the Special Unit 2 HQ when they said confidential they meant confidential. Of course they had reason to be secretive. I mean they kept the links in line, links referring to the missing links in evolution also commonly referred to as monsters. Oh well, nothing he could do about it. He E-mailed the apartment supervisor to ask about the apartment:

Dear Sir or Madam,

I am inquiring to see if the cost of electricity, water, ext is included with rent or if tenants are responsible for that themselves. Please contact me with a reply at .comm. Thank you.

Ryan was just sending the message when the doorbell rang. "That'll be Eric and Natalia," he thought. He walked to the door still messing with his phone, to make it look like he hadn't been expecting them. He opened the door still looking down at his phone.

"Hello?" he said still looking at his phone.

"Can we come in?" asked Eric.

"Oh hey what are you doing here," he asked looking up and acting surprised.

"You know what we're doing here!" Eric protested walking past him.

"Uh…Hi Ryan," Natalia said following Eric.

Ryan sat down on the couch and Natalia sat down on the other end while Eric paced back and forth on the other side of the coffee table. Eric stopped and leaned over the coffee table getting in Ryan's face, Ryan just leaned back and stared calmly back at him.

"Did you think we wouldn't find out," he asked

"Find out about what?" Ryan asked yawning

"Cut the crap Wolfe." Eric snarled

"Well you're not the most observant sometimes," Ryan said leaning forward

"What's that mean Wolfe?" Eric asked

"Nothing, nothing," Ryan said laughing

"You enjoying making me jump through hoops aren't you Wolfe," Eric accused

"No I enjoy watching you making wrong assumptions, and making yourself look like a fool, but hey to each his own." Ryan shot back.

"Boys, play nice!" Natalia said shocked.

"Yeah, Wolfe play nice," Eric said thumping Ryan right in his bruised ribs with his for arm.

"Shit," Ryan cussed bending over in pain and gasping for air. "Nice comeback Delko," he grunted "it could be considered assault, but nice comeback…Get the hell out of my house!!"

"But…" Eric started

"Get out!" Ryan yelled

"Fine!" Eric yelled back storming out.

"Are you okay Ryan?" Natalia asked concerned "we need to get you to a hospital, something could be broken!"

"No, I'm fine just bruises I already had the x-rays anyway" Ryan muttered.

"What did you just say?" Natalia asked shocked

"Nothing," Ryan muttered embarrassed

"Ryan what's going on?" Natalia asked

"Nothing, nothing's going on," Ryan stammered.

"Ryan tell me," She prodded

"There's nothing to tell," Ryan protested.

"Ryan we found duck tape a chair and blood, I think I know what happened, and what'd they make you do?" Natalia said gently

"They didn't make me do anything, not with the chair, and duck tape anyway" Ryan muttered turning away so he wouldn't have to look her in the eye.

"What is there something else? Are they blackmailing you?" Natalia asked concerned.

"Look it's taken care of all right! It's over I just need this to go away." Ryan said getting agitated.

"Ryan…" she started

"I think you should go now," Ryan said.

"Ryan please just tell me," Natalia begged

"Look I offered explanations no one wanted one," Ryan said agitated standing up.

"I want one," Natalia said.

Ryan walked to the door and opened it making it clear he wanted her to leave. Natalia sighed and stood up.

"Fine I'll leave," she said walking toward the door. She paused in the doorway," Just Ryan... next time I see you please, please don't let it be in a body bag." She said before walking out.

"I won't," he promised shutting the door behind her.

He walked back to the couch, and sat down rubbing his temples. He could feel a migraine coming on. Just as he was about to lie down on the couch and take a nap when his phone buzzed wearily he sat up grabbed his phone. He'd gotten a reply to his question.

Dear Mr. Wolfe,

The cost of electricity and water bills are included in rent unless you run them over a certain amount. Cable, Phone, ext are not provided.

"Well looks like I have a place I can live if I do move," Ryan thought, "now if I can only swing a job too." Well there was no putting it of any longer, time to grab the bull by the horns so to speak. He picked up his phone and dialed Captain Page's number and it rang.

"Captain Page," came a gruff voice over his phone.

"Um, yes this is Jonathan Wolfe and I'm calling to apply for you're open detective position." Ryan said freezing and trying to keep the confusion out of his voice.

"Yes, the tech Jonathan right?" Page asked.

"Yes sir, that's me." Ryan confirmed.

"And what makes you qualified for the position?" Page questioned

"Well I have four years working as a Miami CSI and some years in the patrol before that I have a degree in chemistry plus link experience from my tech job, sir," Ryan said trying to ignore the pounding on his door and praying the Captain Page couldn't hear it.

"Not to mention strong recommendations from both Detectives O'Malley and Benson," Captain Page told him. "When can you start?"

"Um, about a week? I have to move to Chicago from Miami." Ryan offered

"I'll be expecting you," Captain Page said hanging up.

"Looks like I'm moving to Chicago," Ryan muttered going back to the apartment website, but this time he sent them his name and number telling them he wanted to rent the apartment and to contact him as soon as possible. He then went to the airport website and bought plane tickets to Chicago 8am Thursday, that was in two days plenty of time to lock up his house. He didn't plan to sell his Miami house not yet; his Granddad had left him the land in his will it'd been in the family for generations.

Five-months-later

Detective Wolfe could barely hear the worried voices above him, but he could barely feel the pain in his shoulder either. He wondered if that was a good thing. Some drug from the I.V. taking effect. Vaguely he wondered if the legends about Werewolf bites were true. You know the whole he was bitten by a Werewolf and now he was going to turn into one. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. He knew some descent Werewolves.