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FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Fill: Would You Stay 1b/?

[(Anonymous)]

If any man were prone to getting himself involved in a dangerous case involving illegal trafficking of beasts, well- this was that man.

“We need to find Newt,” Tina insisted, formalities forgotten for the moment. She turned to the two Aurors. “I want full reports on my desk by the time I return,” she ordered, and the two Aurors nodded and left. Graves gave Tina a firm look.

“We?”

“I may need your help if Newt has gotten himself into trouble with these traffickers,” Tina explained, giving Graves a pleading look. “Please, Mr. Graves.”

The unsaid ‘you owe him this much’ hung thick in the air, and Graves only hesitated for a moment before he sighed. “Fine. I suppose someone should be tracking him down and keeping an eye on him and his case, anyway,” he muttered, and Tina took out her wand and took hold of Graves’ sleeve, apparating them both in a moment to the place she was supposed to meet Newt.

The narrow alleyway was empty, as she’d expected. She held up Pickett to look the creature in the eye. “Can you lead us to him?” she asked, and the Bowtruckle nodded once and gestured to the east with one spindly limb. Graves didn’t look as if he liked the idea of following directions from a Bowtruckle, but to his credit, he went along without complaint.

“I’m going to kill that man if he got himself into trouble again,” Tina muttered as they made their way down the narrow side streets.

“Why is he back in New York?” Graves asked, and even under the irritation in his voice, Tina could tell there were hints of concern. Curiosity, even.

“He needed to get to Indiana. There’s talk of multiple people there being killed by a Lethifold,” Tina explained, and Graves frowned.

“Those are native to the tropics,” he said, and Tina gave him a surprised look- mainly because when Newt had first mentioned Lethifolds to her, she’d had only a vague idea of what they were from scary stories she’d heard as a child, and she’d had to do some research to figure out just why it was such a big deal. But here was Graves, speaking as if he were some authority on the subject.

“Which means that it’s probably here because someone brought it to the states illegally,” she explained. “He wants to find it before the authorities do so it’s not killed.”

“It should be killed. Its natural prey is humans,” Graves pointed out in a mutter, but Tina pretended she didn’t hear him.

If Graves saw half of what Newt was keeping in that case, he would probably have a fit, after all.

Tina recognized Newt’s case the moment she turned the corner. It was lying closed in an alleyway, and there was rope on the ground beside it- it seemed he’d had it tied closed, just as she’d requested, but he’d obviously needed to get into it in a hurry. She rushed over to it, but stopped a few feet away when she saw the red smear across the pavement beside it.

Blood. Her worry was quickly turning into dread.

“Come on,” she said to Graves, setting Pickett on her shoulder and opening up the suitcase without bothering to knock.

“Wait, we’re not going in there, are we?” Graves asked as he grabbed onto Tina’s arm to stop her. “Do you even know what he keeps in there?”

“….some of them,” Tina admitted, and then she tugged her arm away. “It doesn’t matter. He might be hurt, Percival. We have to help him.”

There was a long pause as Graves studied her with dark eyes and an unreadable expression; she almost thought he would refuse, but then he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Fine,” he said, gesturing to the case. “Lead on, then.”

It seemed that the fact that Graves owed Newt his life was winning out over his caution. Tina gave him a grateful look, and then climbed down into the case.

The first thing she noticed was that it was loud. The creatures were obviously worked up, upset, and Tina’s feet had barely touched the floor before the Demiguise was clutching to her knee and looking up at her with wide, scared, golden eyes.

“Ssh, it’s alright,” she insisted, stroking the fur on its head as Graves climbed down behind her. “Where’s your mummy, darling?”

She heard Graves snort at her words, but she knew that these animals could be dangerous, and right now she needed to keep them calm until she figured out what was going on. If that meant speaking to them like Newt would, she would do it. Luckily, the Demiguise seemed to feel the urgency of the situation, and he led the way outside of the small shack that made up the ‘entrance’ to the case.

Normally, the first thing to catch her eye would have been the Erumpent peering in from the plains nearby, or the Niffler peering out of its tree stuffed full of shiny trinkets. But when she saw Newt, the creatures were the last thing on her mind- well, most of them.