Author's Note: Man, it's been a long time since I updated! Sorry about that. My exams will be over next week, so hopefully I can do some more work on this. Anyway, enjoy this chapter and thanks for your time :)

Chapter 10

Poppy Pomfrey had never been in a Muggle car before. She had finished changing into 'normal' clothes and almost skipped outside to where the black vehicle was parked. Most of the drive to the morgue was spent with Poppy bombarding Morgan with questions about driving. Afterwards, she felt confident that she could have done it herself. The brief moments when she didn't speak, she answered the questions that Morgan had about magic; he had lots. Mostly he seemed to be attempting to find some flaw, as if he could disprove the whole theory and deny its existence. Poppy understood though. She had seen many parents of Muggle-born students have exactly the same reaction.

They arrived at the morgue and Morgan led the way inside. Poppy couldn't help but gaze at everything. They went from the main entrance to the medical examiner's room, where they were met by Dr Crawley.

"I did call." Morgan said, as a reply to the doctor's less than pleased expression.

"I know." Dr Crawley replied. "I'm just not sure what good it will do checking the body again. I've told you all I know."

"We've brought in someone." Morgan said. "She's a special consultant."

"Special consultant?" Dr Crawley said, obviously a bit offended.

Poppy stepped forward and looked at the M.E with her big, grey, doe eyes.

"I don't want to step on any toes." she said with a slightly husky voice, her lips slightly pursed, her eyes swimming with concern.

Dr Crawley coughed and looked down his shoes, before saying gruffly "no, no, of course not. You do what you have to do."

Poppy smiled sweetly and Morgan tried not to laugh. Dr Crawley led them further into the room, then ordered one of his assistants to bring out Amber's body. If Poppy felt anything from seeing the mangled girl, she hid it well. The assistant left and Morgan stood looking at the doctor.

"You want me to leave as well?" Crawley said incredulously.

"We'd like her to start from scratch," Morgan explained, "without any outside influences."

"If that's alright by you, Doctor." Poppy added, flashing him a small smile.

"Yes, of course." he said, nodding his head and returning the smile. "I completely understand."

"Thank you." Poppy called out in a musical voice as the doctor left.

Morgan watched him leave and then burst out laughing. Poppy, who had brought a bag of everything she might need and was now unpacking, grinned broadly.

"You're pretty scary." Morgan said.

"Feminine charm." Poppy replied. "It's an extremely complicated magical concept you wouldn't understand."

"I don't think Dr Crawley understood it." Morgan retorted. "Poor guy didn't stand a chance."

Poppy had set up a selection of potions, each one a different colour. Her wand lay beside them, lined up with surgical precision. She pulled on some gloves and looked at Morgan.

"May I begin?"

"When ever you're ready, Witch-Doctor." Morgan said. "Let's see what you can do. What are you looking for anyway?"

"Lycanthropy." Reid said out loud.

He was sitting in the Muggle studies room, a pile of books stacked next to him. Like a child devouring their Halloween candy, the youngest BAU member had sped through all of them, relishing the new information. The Salem Librarian had commented that he'd probably checked out more books than the entire student population put together.

"What?" JJ and Prentiss said together.

"Lycanthropy." Reid said again, as if it was a common sentence starter.

"You mean, you can actually understand half of this stuff?" JJ sighed. "I've had to skip back so many times. I'm only on page three!"

"Try paragraph three." Prentiss stated. "What the heck is a Pygmy Puff?"

"A Pygmy Puff is a miniature Puffskien and Lycanthropy is a disease that turns sufferers into Werewolves, a concept I think even Muggles have heard of." Indira said, a little unkindly.

It had been a long day for her and, though she sympathized, she was getting a little frustrated with explaining everything. It was so strange to be explaining things that she just took for granted; it was rather like trying to describe colour to a blind person.

"Of course a Lycanthropy patient has crossed our minds." the Headmistress said to Reid. "But there is no real evidence to support that."

"Aside from the giant, wolf-like bites, you mean?" Garcia called from over at her computer.

Indira scowled slightly and Prentiss asked, "are there many werewolves in the Salem area?"

"It has one of the largest colonies of tame werewolves in the world, in the woods, just outside the town." Reid said, like he'd been saying it all his life.

"Emphasis on the word tame." Indira added. "The Salem werewolves are peaceful. They take all the precautions to ensure they don't harm anyone."

"Then there should be no problem going and asking them some questions." said Prentiss acidly.

"I would advise against it." Indira whispered, her eyes, the colour of steel, moving to meet the younger woman's.

"It's the only lead we have right now." JJ said. "Maybe it's not one of them, but it could be a wolf from out of town. Perhaps they could have seen someone hanging around."

"If you don't want to go," Prentiss said, "I can question them myself. Just tell me the way."

"They won't speak to you." Indira said coldly. "They barely speak to anyone. They live in their own private community; alone, together."

"Why?" JJ asked.

"Perhaps they feel it's better that way. This world hasn't exactly been kind to them, nor have the people in it."

"Would they speak to you?" Prentiss said astutely.

Indira smiled and said softly, "some might."

"Then come with me. We can take one of the cars."

Indira seemed to consider this before saying, "we could Apparate."

"What is that?" Prentiss asked, a note of apprehension in her usually confident voice.

"It is when you disappear from one place and appear in another." Indira explained. "It's very simple. The first time can be a little disconcerting, but it's perfectly safe-"

"-unless you get splinched," Rolanda, who had so far been distracted by a USB stick, interrupted, "which is when some of your body parts don't quite make the journey. It's horribly painful. When I first learnt-"

"Rolanda!" Indira sighed, shaking her head.

Prentiss nodded and said, with an uneasy smile, "I think we'll just take the car."