A/N: Sorry I've been away for so long. I didn't mean to leave this story hanging. Life just kinda got in the way of everything. I hope you can forgive me.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

The small office was filled with science equipment, books and a large blackboard. Murdoch sat at his desk in front of the window, reading over a case file. Alucard walked around the office, taking everything in. His gaze fell on the blackboard and the note taped to the corner. Alucard walked over to the board and read the note. So, Collins hadn't been crazy, after all.

Outside in the bullpen, Crabtree, Higgins and Jackson were watching the two detectives. While Higgins and Jackson studied the new detective with distrust and unease, Crabtree looked at him with excitement and intrigue.

"I don't trust him," Higgins commented quietly.

"Neither do I," Jackson stated.

George looked at his colleagues with surprise. "Why not?" he asked. "What's not to trust?"

"We know nothing about this guy," Higgins whispered matter-of-factly.

"He's an officer of the law," Crabtree said. "He's one of us."

"He says he is," Jackson replied. "But, how do we know he's telling the truth?"

George looked up at him. "Are you suggesting that Detective Raven is deceiving us?" he asked.

"What if he is, George?" Higgins questioned. "What if he really did kill Collins and is just saying that he's a detective to get close to the station?"

"And to get close to Detective Murdoch," Jackson added.

"Unbelievable. Both of you," Crabtree chastised.

Alucard looked over his shoulder and through the wall of windows out into the bullpen. It wasn't hard to not overhear what the Constables were saying. He didn't blame them for being suspicious. He had arrived under suspicious circumstances; they had every right to suspect him of treachery. Alucard just had to prove to them that his intentions were pure and that he was here to help. Although, he had the feeling that it wasn't going to be easy.

Alucard turned to look at Murdoch. "Did you get the post-mortem results back from Dr. Ogden?" he asked.

"Yes," Murdoch answered. "She said Collins died from massive internal bleeding. Every one of his organs had ruptured."

Alucard hummed in thought, crossing his arms. "Probably from passing through the portal more than once in such a short time," he thought out loud.

Murdoch frowned in confusion. "Portal?" he echoed.

"I call it a portal, but it's more like a sudden displacement," Alucard explained. "One minute you're running down the streets of twenty-first century Toronto, the next you're tripping over dead bodies in an alleyway in the 1890's. No warning, no nothing. Just...poof."

"So, you really didn't kill Collins," Murdoch said.

Alucard shook his head. "I was trying to stop him. He had confessed to killing someone from 1895 and kept muttering how a Detective William Murdoch had to pay for killing his father. I thought he was having a mental break, so I ordered him to be taken to the hospital for a psych evaluation. But, he escaped police custody and took off. I gave chase, turned a corner and next thing I knew I was here; discovering Collins' dead body behind me." Alucard glanced back out at Crabtree, Jackson and Higgins. "That's when your Constables showed up. And you know the rest."

"Indeed," Murdoch agreed. He frowned slightly. "Detective Raven, if you don't mind my asking, why weren't you affected by this...sudden displacement?"

Alucard shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Regardless of the era, no one took the news of his true nature well. They either thought he was insane or the devil. Alucard didn't know enough about Murdoch to trust him with that secret; and he wondered if he ever would. He was stuck in this time period, so he would have to make allies. Though, Murdoch couldn't be trusted with his most well kept secret, Alucard didn't see the harm in telling him some form of the truth.

"This isn't my first time being displaced," the future detective replied.

"It's not?" Murdoch asked, sounding surprised. "This is a common occurrence in the future?"

Alucard took a deep breath. "I'm part of a...research team," he explained.

"Oh?" Murdoch said. "Researching what?"

"Sudden displacements," Alucard answered slowly.

Murdoch's eyes widened. "And you've succeeded?"

Alucard nodded. "We have." He could see the wonder and excitement in Murdoch's eyes.

"What was it like? The first time?" Murdoch wanted to know.

"It was strange, to say the least," Alucard told him.

"Did you travel back in time?" Murdoch pressed.

"You could say that," Alucard replied.

The truth was that he hadn't been sent to any time period, but to a completely different dimension. The portal didn't just send people backwards and forwards in time, it also sent people to other worlds. Technus had somehow managed to build the very first multi-dimensional transporter...and it was a pain in the ass. Being plucked from the comfort of home to get dropped in a strange and hostile world or time period, only to find that you're stuck there until someone realizes you're gone and can find a way to get you back.

Alucard pulled at his tie. He could feel the sweat rolling down his back. He had been in this time period for less than a day and already he was starting to get sick of it. However, he had been sent here for a reason. The portal, in its infinite wisdom, must have thought that he had something to offer these officers than the others. Maybe it was because he was a detective himself. He knew the ins and outs of the job; knew how criminals thought. He just had to be careful not to let his secret slip.

"Do you mind if we take a look at the crime scenes?" Alucard asked. "I would like to see them for myself."

"Of course," Murdoch said.

He got up from the desk, grabbing his jacket as he did so. Alucard went over to the coat rack and picked up his own jacket and hat. Murdoch unhooked his hat from the coat rack as he followed Alucard out of the office. Brackenreid watched as the two detectives left the station. He took a sip of his whiskey, but the drink wasn't strong enough to quell the sickening sense of dread that was beginning to creep up his throat. If this new detective posed any threat to his station, and to Murdoch, he was going to kill the man himself.

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