Hey everyone! I decided that I wanted to write my very first fan fiction about Fantastic Beasts, specifically about Newt and Tina. Their story is just in the beginning stages in the film, and I personally can't wait until next November to see what happens next! Hope you like it and please feel free to leave a review!

All rights to characters, as well as flashbacks to the original story belong to J.K. Rowling!

Chapter One: Hide and Seek

"Dougal?"

Newt desperately wished in this moment that he could cast an Accio or Revelio spell on animals so he can find his suddenly distant and mischievous Demiguise. He turned away from the endangered creature's suspended nest and jogged over to where his Occamies are coiled up and sound asleep. Anything, just one little clue to use to track him, is all he needs. He scoured the ground for any sign of movement, a rustle in the leaves, a print in the dirt. "Dougal, I don't want to play any games. Will you please come out of hiding? You're okay, I promise." Newt wandered into his shack yet again and looked up the ladder to the top of the case, thanking Merlin that the latches were still locked. Can't have his Demiguise taking advantage of that opportunity again.

"Dougal, where are you?"

Dou-gal… the name can be humorous if it's said enough times, if the owner to the name is thought about for three straight hours while searching for him. While thinking of the humor in the name, he was reminded of her, the enchanting woman he left behind in New York, who first thought Dougal was a funny name for a creature. Newt stopped his tracker's tread slowly as Tina was brought to the center of attention in his mind; memories of her transporting Newt back to the city, back to the rooftop…

Newt's heart rate increased slightly as he not only heard, but felt her approach him and step on the ledge to join in gazing at the night life below.

Look at the ground, look at the ground, look at the sky- is that a star? Look at the ground.

Ever since the escape from MACUSA, Newt's awareness of Miss Porpentina Goldstein increased drastically. He saved her life, and she was approaching him now. But why? Newt sucked in his breath, his arms at his sides masking a relaxed state while being alerted to her presence and readying their reflexes to help her gain her footing if she needed him, like she did when ripples of menacing death potion swirled just below her feet.
Don't be stupid, Scamander. She's a bloody Auror. She can handle herself on a damn ledge.

"Graves always insisted the disturbances were caused by a beast. We need to catch all your creatures so he can't keep using them as a scapegoat."

Oh… Merlin's beard, get it together!

"There's only one still missing. Dougal, my Demiguise."

"Dougal?"

Newt could hear, not see the smile in her voice as he willed himself to look at the streets below. He stole a glance out of the corner of his eye as he shyly and quickly grinned at her reaction and exhaled at the need to reveal a "slight problem". She was still smiling a humored smile and looked away as this thought went through his head. It was a beautiful smile, one that he caused for the first time since they met. But one thought of Dougal getting hurt down there brought his precious Demiguise to the forefront of Newt's mind. Best to break the news like one of his precious Occamies breaking free from their silver shells- without delay.

"Slight problem is that… um, he's invisible."

He couldn't look at her, could only imagine the incredulous look on her face with this news.

"Invisible?"

"Yes-most of the time… he does… um…"

His loss for words answered for him, since conversing with humans is still an awkward concept for him to partake in. Newt didn't notice Tina looking at him, shaking her head as she absorbed this fact. She may not be an Auror on parchment, but she is one at heart; when a challenge arises, think of the right questions to ask.

"How do you catch something that-?"

"With immense difficulty." Newt quickly smiled and turned to her as he spoke, the exhale at the end of his sentence illustrating just how hard it can be to catch him. He wasn't sure how to react, so he looked from her to the street, but his eyes went back to the better, more amusing sight, then to the ground again, until finally settling on her, waiting for her reaction that he would see this time. He didn't regret it; she tilted her head to the side, and nodded, trying not to laugh to stay formal for the sake of his creatures and the task at hand.

"Oh." She couldn't help herself as her eyes focused on Newt, dancing with the remnants of what seemed like a joke. The fact that it wasn't was even funnier, so she chuckled. Little did he know this was the first time Tina laughed with someone who wasn't Queenie in a very long time.

All Newt could do was take in the sight before him, and it was a beautiful sight. Tina was no longer the ex-Auror who Disapparated with him outside the bank before arresting him. Now, she was a beautifully quirky woman with a wonderful smile and a laugh that made him instantly feel at ease, despite not knowing quite how to express it. He gave a small nod in confirmation and continued to gaze at her and drink this sight in. Her eyes were what he was focusing on, so he noticed their tone change from dancing to seriousness as she stepped closer to him.

Merlin's beard, breathe Scamander!

"Gnarlak!"

See? Not about you. Wait, Gnarlak?

Even Pickett turned his head at the mention of such a name from his place on Newt's right shoulder.

"Excuse me?"

"Gnarlak- he was an informant of mine when I was an Auror! He used to trade in magical creatures on the side-" Tina was radiating determination and pride as she spoke.

"He wouldn't happen to have in interest in paw prints, would he?"

Newt was hoping for the right answer, and then all he could concentrate on was Tina as she put her hands on her hips and stood on the balls of her feet and back down again, observing the cityscape to her left. She was even closer to him for a moment, and he normally would be uncomfortable with such closeness, but all he felt was vigilant as his heart rate sped up. Then she turned her gaze back towards him.

"He's interested in anything he can sell." Tina said with a smile.

Newt's mind was telling him that they should get a move on, but for some reason, his heart wasn't in a rush to leave this moment, this proximity, just yet.

Nearly knocking over a sack full of Fwooper feed, Newt was brought back to present day with his unexpectedly clumsy outturned feet. Fortunately, he regained his senses just in time to see the transparent silhouette of Dougal scamper behind a wheelbarrow.

"Dougal… didn't think you could hide from me forever, did you?"

As if admitting defeat, the Demiguise revealed himself to Newt and the rest of the inhabitants in the case and walked over to Newt, who effortlessly picked him up.

"What's wrong? You haven't been the same since we got back." All Dougal could do was wrap his arms around Newt's neck just a little tighter. His eyes didn't glow, but he looked around the enclosure as if trying to find a hidden gem.

Newt's shoulders slumped slightly in concern for Dougal, and his pace slowed as he passed his beloved Thunderbird's enclosure, with no need to conjure an umbrella from his storms. At this, Dougal's focus honed on where Frank used to stay. Just for a moment, did Newt see a flicker of blue in the eyes of the Demiguise.

Frank became Dougal's neighbor about eight months into Newt's excursion around the world, and with his sudden departure in New York instead of Arizona, Dougal had no way of predicting the event, and it bothered him; partly because he didn't see it coming, and partly because it was nice to have an animal to look up to and another friend amongst the case.

"Is that what this is about," Newt stopped walking as he approached Dougal's nest. Dougal shifted his gaze to Newt. "You're missing Frank?" He wasn't expecting a response, but Newt could have sworn the creature gave a small gesture with his head. Gently, Newt lifted Dougal into his nest, and when he turned back to face Newt with a somber expression, Newt sighed.

"I miss him too. But I believe he is back where he belongs now."

Dougal simply retreated to the back of his nest and closed his eyes.

"It will be okay, I promise."

Tired from his efforts, Newt, with a heavy tread, walked up the steps to his shed and closed the door behind him. As he wilted down in his seat, several papers from his manuscript were disturbed and scattered around the floor.

"Bugger."

Once the papers were gathered from the ground with minimal stains from the dirt, Newt's eye fixed on the picture of Leta. He was looking right at her inside his worn frame, yet another woman occupied his thoughts at that very moment. As if in a daze, he sat back down in his chair and reached for a quill and his half empty bottle of ink.