Okay so i couldn't help it. I had to post another one!

The young man leaned back in his 1st class seat and looked out of the window at the lights below. Eight hours and fifteen minutes had passed slowly on the plane and it didn't surprise Ryan to see the sun already bright. The sight was breathtaking but unwanted at the same time. With his wounds bothering him he'd had very little sleep. He had boarded the plane at 8.00 in the evening and it was now 4.15 in the morning back in Miami, Florida but 10.15 in Paris, France. Sleepily he rubbed his eyes and headed to the toilet to wash up before landing.

"Ryan!" An older male shouted before running towards the exhausted Ryan. "God I missed you!" Timothy Speedle gasped as he wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist. Ryan hissed at the contact and almost doubled over in pain.

"Sorry. That hurt." He whispered as he looked up at his concerned husband.

"We should get you to the hospital." Speed said. Ryan shook his head.

"I'm fine." Speed snorted.

"Ryan you are the most stubborn person I have ever met. Why the hell did you start a fight with the Russians?"

"It wasn't my fight." Ryan said. "It was Horatio's."

"Oh handsome." Speed sighed. "Come on. Let's get you home."

"Look who's here!" Speed called as he led Ryan into the house. There were squeals and shouts of 'Oncle Ry!' before two, 3 year old, identical girls and a 6 year old boy came running into the hall.

"Attention les gars." « Careful you guys. » Ryan gasped as the children attached themselves to him. "Je suis fragile." « I'm fragile. » Eight other adults stepped out into the hall and gasped when they saw Ryan. Camille Wolfe stepped forwards and hugged Ryan gently. She pulled back and furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Ce qui s'est passé pour vous? Vous avez été tellement maigre!" « What happened to you? You have gotten so skinny! »She said holding him at arm's length.

"Je sais que mammy. Je suis désolé." « I know mum. I'm sorry. »

"Hello Ryan." Tim's mum; Emily said softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." Ryan said. "I'm okay."

"Oh Ryan." The young man's sisters gasped as they hugged him.

"Bonjour Lucia. Bonjour Renee." Ryan sighed as he returned the hug. The four other men in the room rolled their eyes as they watched their wives fuss over the young man. Speed stayed behind Ryan with a comforting hand on his lover's back. "Can we go sit down?" Ryan asked; too tired even to speak in French. Understanding what the young man wanted the adults nodded and led the young man into the large living room.

"God I'm glad to be able to get two minutes away from the loud noises." Ryan said as he stretched on the bed. Emily Speedle sat down at the side of him and chuckled.

"Can I have a look at your wounds sweet pea?" She asked. She always reminded Ryan of an older version of Alexx. He winced as he took off his shirt; revealing his wounds. Emily gasped at the sight of the young man's torso. "Oh sugar. You've been through hell." The door opened to reveal Camille Wolfe. Ryan closed his eyes.

"Mammy." He sighed. Camille sat down at the other side of him and without saying anything; pulled him into her arms. "Je suis désole." « I'm sorry. » Ryan whispered.

"It's okay Ryan." Camille replied. "You don't have to say sorry."

"Why are you talking to me in English?" Ryan asked.

"Because you must be too tired to speak a language you haven't even attempted in a long time."

"Mammy French is my mother tongue." Ryan said.

"You still haven't spoken it in a long time though Ryan."

"You speak wonderful English mammy." Ryan sighed.

"And you still speak wonderful French. But just rest for now okay?" Ryan nodded weakly before hissing as Emily examined his wounds.

"Ryan you need to go to a hospital." Emily said. "If not today then tomorrow but you need these tending to."

"Can you do them?"

"No I haven't got any suture kits here. If I take you to the hospital I can though."

"Can we go tomorrow?"

"Sure thing. You need rest though now." Emily said. Ryan nodded and the two women helped the drowsy male under the covers.

"I'll send Tim in." Emily said before leaving Mother and son alone.

"Oh Ryan." Camille sighed. "What have you gotten yourself into now?" It always seemed to amuse her how her only son managed to dig himself into situations.

"Timmy!" Ryan gasped as he bolted upright in bed. Speed rubbed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist.

"I'm here handsome." The older man whispered as he pulled Ryan gently back down onto the bed. "Just go back to sleep."

Okay the next one i can reveal will be set in Miami with the team. Please review!