Hello again, sorry it's been a little while exams and all that joy. But this a story that just won't leave me alone. I have a basic plan for how this is going to play out...we should be seeing some action soon..just as Newt and co had got used to the peace and quiet. Any way I hope you all like where this is heading. I'll try to update again soon :)

Newt was towelling his hair dry when Tina returned to the bathroom with fresh clothes. A second towel wrapped around his waist, his back was turned towards the door, giving her an eyeful of his muscular back. She cleared her throat both to alert him to her presence and in an attempt to get rid of the improper thoughts which had suddenly overthrown her brain, she was pleased Queenie's telepathic range didn't extend this far. He turned, rewarding her with a dazzling smile, that she was becoming convinced he only gave her.

"Hey, I popped down into the case and grabbed you some fresh clothes," she said breathily, he slung the towel over his shoulder and took the bundle from her outstretched hands.

"You're too good to me, thank you Tina," he said gratefully.

"It's was no trouble at all...I'll leave you to get dressed," she turned to leave. Newt hastily laid the clothes down on the toilet lid, and gently took her wrist, in an effort return Tina's attention back to him. She spun around to face him, and he silently pulled her close to him once more, he smelt like soap and his warm, slightly damp skin felt good under her fingers. She fell happily into the kiss, it was hot, urgent and beginning to feel like home. His hand remained ever respectful, but she could feel his desire, it was tangible in the air.

They broke apart, both panting slightly, he smiled broadly at her,

"I just wanted to say thank you properly...you seem to bring out a rather forward side of me," he said sheepishly.

She kissed him lightly on the lips, "Feel free to thank me anytime Mister Scamander," she said a bit cheekily,

"Now I'll really leave you to it, breakfast is nearly ready." She exited the room with a bit of a swagger, a pleased grin tugging at her lips, and a hot under the collar Newt left in her wake.

Jacob groaned in pleasure, letting his napkin drop onto his empty plate and his rubbing now full stomach,

"I have to say Queenie, you and I make a great team," he said happily, she looked up from her own nearly empty plate and winked at him.

"The best, I don't know what you did to these pancakes Jacob, but if I didn't know better I think you'd used magic," she chuckled. Tina and Newt made matching noises of agreement and appreciation as they devoured the spread in front of them.

"I can't actually remember the last time I ate a meal this good..Europe I think..maybe Switzerland...either way if I go travelling again I'm stocking up on your food," Newt said gesticulating with his knife to cement his point. The four friends continued their breakfast in comfortable silence, before being interrupted by an impatient tapping. They looked up to see a disgruntled looking, jet black owl pecking urgently at the living room window. Tina opened the window with a flick of her wand, and the bird flew directly to her, depositing a letter on to her plate. Raising one eyebrow to the rest of the group, she opened the envelope, pulling out a piece of paper and a magically shrunken file and began to read.

"I think we might have a problem guys," she paused quickly rescanning the elegant script to confirm what she had read, when she looked up again everyone's confused stares were on her.

"It's from President Picquery herself, there has been an incident down by the docks in Red Hook...several cargo ships have been sunk and it looks like a magical creature could be involved," she paused and met Newt's worried eyes.

"She says if it's not one of yours Newt..can I take the lead on the investigation, with your help?"

Newt breathed in deeply,

"Everyone is accounted for...I don't have anything aquatic at the moment anyway...may I take a look," he reached for the letter, and scanned through it quickly.

"I think we better get down to the docks, let her know we're on it," he said with determination in his eyes and began to rise, but Tina's hand on his arm stopped him.

"Newt you're still recovering, are you sure you're up to something like this?" she asked, looking at him in concern.

"I've got to be up to this...twenty muggles died...we have to get to the bottom of this," he said purposefully. Seeing that he would do this with, or without her help, Tina decided that working together would be the best course of action.

"Okay, let me just go write a response and we'll head down there," she stood up and went over to the writing desk in the corner of the room. Newt turned to Queenie and Jacob,

"They don't know that you still have your memory Jacob, so it would be best if you stay here," he looked at the pair of them, "would you both mind keeping an eye on my case..if this is a creature I may need it later but I don't want to risk taking it with me."

"Of course honey, we'll keep a good eye on your beasts, and if you need it...or anything else let me know and we'll be with you in seconds," Queenie said, and Jacob nodded in agreement.

"Anything you need pal, just holler...just look after yourself yeah," he said worriedly as Tina came back over to the table.

"Right, I'll send this and we'll go," she informed him as she attached the letter to the owl's leg, it ruffled its feathers haughtily and flew off quickly once she was done.

Newt began shrugging his heavy coat on, while Tina fetched her shoes,

"Ready?" she asked him and he nodded in response.

"Be careful you two," Queenie said, giving her sister's arm a quick squeeze.

"We will, alright then..take my arm Newt," and with a pop they were gone.

They rematerialized on a wooden jetty, jutting out over Buttermilk Channel, a low fog was hanging over the river, and through the murky air they could pick out the shapes of the sunken ships, which protruded out of the water like ribs on a rotting carcass. It was early afternoon, though the darkened atmosphere made it feel much later, and muggles were working furiously to salvage what they could from the wreckage.

"Jesus," Newt breathed out under his breath, Tina gave his hand a squeeze before reaching for the file in her pocket, she tapped it with her wand and it expanded to full size.

"Woah..I can see why Madam President wants you on this..according to reports the channel has been getting progressively rougher for the past couple of days, with an almost permanent fog on this part of the river, despite the clear weather everywhere else...then last night it got really rough out of the blue..two cargo vessels were caught up in it and sunk… then all of a sudden it went calm...a few of the crew survived and they report seeing a dark shape in the water as they were swimming away from the wreckage," she informed him.

"Have you come across anything like this before?" she queried.

He was looking pensively out across the water,

"Maybe," he spoke after a while, "I need to test something, we need to get down to the water,"

"What do you think it is?" Tina asked intrigued, as they hurried along the jetty toward a ladder which would take them down to the shore.

"I haven't seen anything like this before, but I've heard stories..I need to check something to see if I'm right..if not we'll have to consult the books I've got back in my case," he informed her. They began descending down the ladder, Newt's chest twinging a bit in protest, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins dulled the pain. Once at the water's edge he began searching in his pockets, before pulling out a glass vial, he bent down and took a sample from the river.

"Revelio" he murmured pointing his wand at the vial, instantly it turned thick and copper in colour. He looked worriedly at Tina,

"We have a bit of a problem here..I think there is a Mishipeshu in this river..and it isn't very happy."