Newt's POV

Turning to MACUSA's president he said, "I have a plan to stop him but it would mean using one of my creatures. The natives called him a Swooping Evil. He could incapacitate the one using Graves's skin without hurting him."

Picquery queried staring at his case, "Exactly how many creatures do you have in that case Mr. Scammander?"

Newt paused. How was he supposed to answer that? MACUSA wasn't exactly accepting of magical creatures. In fact, having as many as he did would put him in prison for a very long time. That wasnt something he was interested in.

On top of that, he was still missing Dougal. Out of all of his creatures, Dougal would be the most difficult to catch. Being able to turn invisible was the least of his abilities. He could also see the most likely future. So if he didnt want to be caught then he wouldn't.

Being in New York was one of the worst places for Dougal. There were too many people for the poor creature. Too many possibilities. This could cause his emotions to go haywire. Just like any creature when stressed and scared they would lash out.

MACUSA would not hesitate to put Dougal down if they saw him as a threat. That would break Newt's heart if it happened. All of his creatures looked to him for protection. To let even one down would mean he failed. Just like with his dragons.

That was what made his decision for him. He turned his cold eyes still that wolf-like amber color to her. To his surprise, she flinched away. Even for someone who knew of what he was he able to scare her.

He growled, "I have creatures. Know this Madame President I will do anything to protect them. You will not harm them as long as I am still standing."

For a long moment, her dark eyes searched his. Then she nodded her acceptance as she said, "For now Mr. Scammander I will accept that. But know this you will have to receive permits for each of your creatures. If you are to stay here that is."

"One problem at a time," he snapped back. Then he took a breath to calm himself and continued, "The best course of action would be to try and take him here. There would be fewer chances of escape or muggle casualties."

On top of that, he could change freely between wolf and human here. If Gellert tried to run he wouldn't get far against Newt's wolf. Running would only incite the beast into a chase.

Picquery nodded as she said, "That's extremely reasonable. Will your Swooping Evil cause to the building?"

Carefully he thought about before responding, "No. Though he will try to eat people's brains."

The look on her face said that it didnt make her feel any better. The plan was set and Picquery went to get aurors that were loyal.

Newt for his part checked the Swooping Evil that was hanging out in his cabin. The creature absolutely adored him and the feeling was mutual.

Softly he asked, "Will you help me with something?"

A quick nuzzle to his cheek and the creature wrapped itself around his wrist. A quick check of his creatures told him that they were scared but safe. No one had been hurt by the roughness earlier. If they had hell would have been raised for it.

When he left his case the room was still empty. Lucky for him that Gellert didn't try to come talk to him again. Their plan wouldn't work with just him alone.

Carefully he locked up his case so that nothing would happen to his creatures. Then he walked out of the interrogation room and towards the main atrium.

As he entered the atrium he could see aurors of all sorts. Queenie was across the long stretch from him. Tina was next to her. Her bright eyes met his. She nodded. They knew what was going on and were ready.

Newt flexed his wrist as Gellert walked out. The man was looking like he had to be somewhere. It was likely to wherever the obscurus was.

With his scent tracking ability, he should be able to find the obsucial. It wasnt a guarantee but their unique scent would lead him to at the very least a general area. As he told Picquery one problem at a time. If they didnt focus all their attention on the Dark Lord they would lose.

Newt kept to the shadows as much as he could. It earned him looks of suspicion from the aurors that didnt known what was going on. For the moment he ignored them. If Gellert saw him before they were ready it could blow the whole operation.

It was why he preferred to work alone. If it didnt go his way there was no one else to blame but himself. No one else to get hurt but him. He couldn't be risky here. There were more lives at stake than just his own.

Gellert's POV

The last few hours had been more frustrating than he had in a long time. Infiltrating MACUSA had been difficult but with how reclusive Graves was he didnt have any problems. The only one that really watched him closely was Picquery.

The President was the only person that was close to Graves. There was suspicion in her dark eyes. In Graves's memories, he found that she knew that was a skinwalker.

He had been careful not to torture the man. Only using legimmency to get the needed information. He would not risk angering the skinwalkers. Especially not his betrothed.

Despite being apart for so long he recognized Newt immediately. He knew that Gellert was playing as Graves. If there was one thing he knew about the younger man was that he wouldn't get involved.

Newt Scammander didnt choose sides. He would go well out of his way to avoid conflict except when it concerned creatures. That was something he could respect.

It had been a mistake when he tried to take the case from his betrothed earlier. He realized it immediately after calling the case to him. Of all the things that could have happened Newt transforming in the middle of ICW was not one he thought would happen.

Picquery had immediately taken charge. Gellert had noticed her suspicions only increased. He had to wonder if she thought he would kill Newt. Even with him getting in the way of Gellert's plans the older man could not kill him.

As he left Newt in an interrogation room with Picquery he felt his magic tug. Credence was calling him back to the orphanage. Maybe the boy had finally found the child.

As he made his way towards the exit of Woolworth's building he felt eyes on him. They were not friendly eyes. Someone had more than a little suspicion about him.

Was Picquery going to make her move now? It was a little earlier than he thought it would be. If things went down now he would have fo hurry to finish his plans. Otherwise, there was a chance that they would find the obscurus first.

Subtly he fingers his wand as aurors began to surround him. He frowned at the sight of them. They had their wands drawn and pointed him.

Gellert questioned grey eyes narrowing at them, "What do you think you are doing?"

Picquery answered from behind him, "Percival Graves you are under arrest. Aurors relieve him of his wand. Now."

Spells were fired in rapid succession at him. If he was anyone else he would not have been able to block them. However, he was not just anyone.

Each spell sent his way was blocked or redirected. Picquery was sending spells along with her aurors but they seemed half-hearted. Something was wrong here. What was he missing?

As he raised his wand to start sending spells of his own something gripped sticky his wrist. It pulled his wrist down and he couldn't stop it. Gellert's other wrist was gripped by an equally strong and sticky thing.

A spell then hit him in the back of the legs knocking him to his knees. Turning he saw a blue creature had his arms. It wasnt one he knew or even heard of. That meant only one person could have attacked him.

Newt stood holding what seemed to be the creature's tail. His green eyes were held more life to them than he had seen since his betrothed arrived in New York. Despite not enjoying fighting it brought out life in his eyes.

Internally he sighed. He didnt get to complete his goals here but that didnt mean it was over. Newt would find the obscurus and things could go from there. One just had to be flexible.

Turning his attention to Picquery he asked mockingly, "Do you think you can hold me?"

Picquery responded, "We will do our best, Mr. Grindelwald."

Then he was unceremoniously brought back to his feet. Magic binding cuffs were placed on his wrists. Then Newt released his creature with a sharp whistle.

The creature returned to the green-eyed man. A small smile crossed Newt's face as he gave quiet praises. Some things never changed.

The aurors pushed him towards the exit. When they came up to where Newt stood he stopped. His betrothed avoided his gaze for several moments. Gellert huffed quietly but that drew Newt's gaze to his own.

He asked quietly so that only Newt could hear, "Will we die, just a little?"