A/N: I'm sorry for the long delay. I didn't mean to keep this story hanging. I hope you can forgive me.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Alucard sat quietly in the interview room, waiting patiently for his interrogator to arrive. Though he appeared calm on the outside, he was fuming on the inside. That damn portal had sent him to the land that time forgot. And now he was stuck here until Technus got a lock on his location and sent him a portal back home. However, there was no telling how long that was going to take.

He drummed his fingers against the long oak table as his eyes gazed around the room. There wasn't much privacy; he could clearly see and hear everything that was happening on the other side of the left wall. Alucard glanced up when the door opened and a man of medium height and build, with black hair and dark eyes entered the room. Alucard didn't have to be telepathic to know that this man had some issues. Dark circles ran under his eyes and every now and then his hands would start shaking.

This guy must be Murdoch, Alucard thought to himself.

"You have some explaining to do," the man stated.

Alucard nodded, running his fingers through his own dark hair. "Yeah. I probably do," he said. "Although, I never touched that guy."

"You were discovered standing over the body," the man pointed out.

"Doesn't mean I killed him," Alucard countered.

The man's hands began shaking again; and though he tried to hide it, it was painfully obvious to Alucard.

"If you don't mind my asking, what year is this?" Alucard asked.

The man frowned slightly. "1895," he replied.

"Fantastic," Alucard said dully.

The man sat down and opened a small notebook. "So, what were you doing in that alley if not committing a crime?" he asked.

Alucard tapped his fingers against the table, trying to come up with some plausible story. Sadly, being a detective himself, Alucard knew that this man had heard every crazy scenario in his career.

"Well?" the man asked.

Alucard shrugged. "I was taking a walk," he finally replied.

"In an alley?" the man said suspiciously.

"Some people take walks in the park, I take walks in alleyways," Alucard told him. "I'm an alley cat. Sue me."

The man frowned. "Your mannerisms are quite peculiar," he stated. "Your speech in particular."

"Not the language of the 1890's," Alucard agreed.

Outside, Brackenreid and Crabtree were watching the interview. "So, what's his story, then?" the inspector asked, nodding at Alucard.

"We found him standing over Noah Collins' body, but he claims he never killed the man," Crabtree explained. "Doctor Ogden stated that Collins felt bloated...whatever that means. But, that's not the strange part."

Brackenreid gave him a look. "There's a strange part?" he asked.

"He had these on his person," Crabtree said, holding up three strange objects.

One looked like a gun, but it wasn't like any gun Brackenreid had ever seen. Another looked like a badge and he had no idea what the other rectangular device was.

"Well, then. Let's go ask him, shall we?" Brackenreid said, taking the objects.

Murdoch and Alucard turned when the interview room door opened and the inspector walked in. He closed the door, stepped to the table and placed three objects on the table top.

"Care to tell us what these are?" Brackenreid asked.

"I believe those are what you call personal effects," Alucard replied.

"Don't get cute," Brackenreid growled. Alucard smiled. "Why'd you kill Collins?" Brackenreid asked.

"Why would I kill Collins?" Alucard asked back.

"You sayin' you didn't kill him?" Brackenreid said.

"I'm not saying I did," Alucard replied. "What motive would I have? I don't even know the guy."

"Then what were you doin' standin' over the body?" Brackenreid wanted to know.

"Ever heard of finding the body?" Alucard replied with another question.

"Think you're funny?" the inspector said.

Alucard studied him for a moment. "You need to laugh more, sir," he replied. "It was something I had to learn how to do; otherwise the job eats away at you."

"And what job might that be?" Murdoch asked.

Alucard looked from the inspector to the detective. He slowly got to his feet. "Allow me to properly introduce myself. Detective Alucard Raven of the Toronto Police Department. At your service," he said.

The two men looked surprised, but they managed to introduce themselves.

"Inspector Thomas Brackenreid."

"Detective William Murdoch. What's a police department?" Murdoch asked.

Alucard quickly swept through the inspector's and detective's thoughts. "You call it the Constabulary, I believe," he said.

"You're a copper?" Brackenreid said in disbelief.

Alucard nodded. "That I am, Inspector," he confirmed.

"And what station house are you associated with?" Murdoch questioned.

Alucard fell silent before speaking. "I'm with the Fourth Precinct. Station House Four," he answered.

"One of ours?" Brackenreid asked.

He looked at Alucard's attire. Alucard glanced down at his leather jacket, white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Clearly not the clothes of the 1890's.

"So, what are these?" Murdoch asked, picking up the badge.

"My gun and badge," Alucard told him. "And my cell phone. But, that's dead in the water."

"Cell phone?" the inspector and detective asked in unison.

Alucard scratched the back of his head. "It's a really long story, and I doubt very much that you'll believe me."

"Try us," Brackenreid dared.

Alucard glanced between the inspector and the detective. He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. This was the hard part; getting them to believe that he was from the future. The worst thing they could do was lock him up in the asylum.

"I'm from the future," Alucard finally answered, speaking slowly.

Brackenreid and Murdoch looked at each other before glancing back at Alucard. He seemed to be telling the truth, but it was impossible. Time travel just wasn't plausible. However, they couldn't explain away his strange clothing. Maybe he was telling the truth. Though, it still didn't explain Collins' death. Their faces must have been giving away their thoughts because Alucard spoke again.

"Collins disappeared from this time, yes?" he asked.

Brackenreid looked at him. "How did you know?"

"Because he ended up in my time," Alucard answered.

"Which is when?" Murdoch questioned.

"2015," Alucard told him.

Brackenreid looked dumbfounded. "A year that high exists?"

Alucard nodded. "People thought the world was going to end when it hit the year 2000. Then again in 2012." He shrugged. "But, we're still going strong."

Murdoch got up from the chair. "Sir, can I see you outside for a moment?" he whispered to the inspector.

Alucard sat back down as Murdoch and Brackenreid left the room. He leaned back in the chair and watched the exchange through the window. They really needed a two-way mirror.

"Is it true, sir?" Crabtree asked. "Is he really from the future?"

"That remains to be decided, George," Murdoch replied.

"But, sir, his clothes. His speech. He's clearly not from this time," Crabtree pointed out. "Maybe in his time, time travel is possible."

Brackenreid looked at the Constable. "Don't you have work to do, Crabtree?" he asked.

"No, sir," Crabtree answered.

"Well, then, find some," Brackenreid ordered.

Crabtree sighed, but walked off to his desk, nonetheless. Brackenreid turned back to Murdoch who was looking at Alucard through the interview room window.

"What are you thinking, Murdoch?" the inspector asked.

"George may have a point, sir," Murdoch stated. "We don't know if he's telling the truth or not. We just have to assume that he is. Arthur Conan Doyle once wrote, 'When you have eliminated all that which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth'."

"So you think future boy is really from the future," Brackenreid said.

Murdoch shrugged. "At the very least, I don't think he killed Collins."

Brackenreid glanced through the window. Alucard waved at him. "I still don't trust the guy," the inspector declared.

"Unfortunately, sir, we may not have much of a choice but to trust him," Murdoch told him. "Right now, he's our only lead."

Brackenreid growled under his breath. "Fine. But, he's your responsibility," he said.

"Yes, Inspector," Murdoch agreed.

Brackenreid walked away as Murdoch went back into the interview room. Alucard looked up at him expectantly.

"You're free to go, Detective Raven," Murdoch said. "Just don't leave town."

"If it's all the same to you, Detective Murdoch, I think I'll stick around the Station House," Alucard replied. "I'm interested to see why Collins thought you were so evil that you needed to meet an untimely end."

Murdoch felt a lance of fear pierce his chest at Alucard's words; but he didn't show it. "As you wish," he said.

Alucard stood up. "And who knows? Maybe we'll be able to help each other out."

Murdoch nodded as he looked at the other detective's clothing. "Though, if you're going to stay; you're going to need some proper clothing," he pointed out.

Julia glanced up from her paperwork when she heard the front door of the morgue open and close. She smiled when she saw Murdoch, but her smile dropped when she saw Alucard. Seeing her startled expression, Murdoch quickly explained.

"It's all right, Julia. He's now working with us," he said.

Julia relaxed and gave Alucard a warm smile. "Welcome to Toronto," she greeted.

"Doctor Julia Ogden, Detective Alucard Raven," Murdoch introduced.

Julia extended her hand. Alucard took it and gave it a quick kiss. Julia felt her face burn slightly.

"You must have fought hard to be here. I dare say it couldn't have been easy for you," Alucard said.

Julia smiled. "No, it wasn't," she agreed.

Murdoch fought to keep from clearing his throat. "Detective Raven is consulting with us on the Noah Collins case," he said.

"I see," Julia said. Her eyes fell on Alucard's clothes. "Though, I have to ask; where did you get your attire, Detective?"

"2015," Alucard answered.

Julia looked astounded. "A year like that exists?" she asked.

"The Inspector asked the same question. And, yes, it does," Alucard answered.

"We were wondering if you would help us get Detective Raven some time appropriate clothing," Murdoch explained.

"I would be delighted," Julia replied. "Let me get my hat."

She moved off to the far end of the room and grabbed her jacket and hat. When she was ready, they headed outside and began the trek to the market. Of course, as they walked, Alucard drew a lot of attention from the other pedestrians.

"Here we are," Julia said as they came upon a tailor's shop.

Alucard opened the door and allowed Julia and Murdoch to step inside first. Looking around at the suits, Alucard was suddenly reminded that he didn't have time appropriate currency, either. He grabbed Murdoch's arm and pulled him aside.

"I'm in a bit of hot water," Alucard whispered.

"Why is that?" Murdoch asked in a hushed voice.

Alucard pulled out his wallet and opened it. Murdoch frowned when he saw the strangely colored pieces of paper inside.

"What is that?" Murdoch asked.

"Money," Alucard replied slowly.

"That's not money," Murdoch told him.

"In my time it is," Alucard answered. "So, you see my problem. Where in this time can I exchange 2015 currency for 1895 currency?"

Murdoch held up his hands. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it," he assured him.

Alucard was instructed to stand on a short step while the tailor measured him. When the measuring was done, the tailor walked off and picked out a suit; bringing it back for Alucard to try on. Alucard went out in the back room and changed. When the suit was on he immediately began to feel the heat. How did men go around dressed in three piece suits and not faint from heat exhaustion? Alucard walked out and Julia clapped, her face brightening into a smile.

"Detective Raven, you and Detective Murdoch could pass for twin brothers," she commented.

The two detectives looked at each other, not sure if that was meant as an insult or a compliment. Murdoch took out his wallet and pulled out a couple of paper bills. He passed them to the tailor, who thanked the detective and walked off.

"If you want, I could hold on to your other clothes for you," Julia offered.

"That would be a great help, Doctor, thank you," Alucard said, passing her his old clothes.

"Now that we have that out of the way, I think it's time we got back to work," Julia said.

They left the tailor's and headed back to the Station House and morgue. When they arrived back at Station House Four, Alucard took a minute to look around at the busy street. He let the atmosphere of the city sink in. This city was still his home, yet it wasn't at the same time. Alucard hoped that Technus would be able to find him; and he also hoped that he would be able to keep Murdoch from meeting his maker before Technus found him.

With that thought, Alucard opened the door of the Station House and stepped inside. His work had just begun.

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