I'm back! Thanks for the reviews, I love them! For Remus's werewolf form, I made him more like what JK describes him as, an oversized wolf, not as the one we saw in the movie. With the conclusion of this 'chapter,' we are halfway through. So what happens next? Well, read on, then!

Disclaimer: Uh, gee, I'm an American brunette, not a British blond. Guess I don't own anything, eh?

An English Werewolf in America

Part V

The day of the full moon arrived. As the sun set, Remus drank the last of his potion, grateful that Tonks had been able to procure two months worth of the potion. He felt the tingle go through him that forewarned the transformation. A few minutes after he finished transforming, Tonks came back in the room. He had insisted she stay outside the room until he was transformed and able to gain control over the wolf.

"Remus?"

Moony whined softly, trotting up to Tonks. She petted him fondly on the head. "The shades have been drawn on all the windows, so we can lie on the couch. How does that sound?"

Moony gave a low woof and loped toward the living room. He jumped up on the sofa and turned around three times before settling in. Tonks plopped down beside him, grabbed the remote and started flipping channels. Whenever Moony saw something he wanted to watch, he would woof, and she would cease her surfing. They stayed away from bloody, gory movies and TV shows, as the images could bring out the wolf and negate the Wolfsbane Potion.

Moony's golden-amber eyes widened, and he woofed as they found the opening credits of Star Trek: Enterprise. Tonks sighed as she stopped surfing. "You and Star Trek, honestly, you're as bad as my dad." Moony whined. "But a whole lot more adorable." She scratched between his ears, making him go cross-eyed with pleasure.

This particular episode was a rerun. Specifically, the one where one of the crew members got pregnant. Usually, this wouldn't be hilarious, but when it was the Chief Engineer, Commander Charles "Trip" Tucker, who got impregnated, that made it funny.

Silently, they watched the episode, Tonks with her feet on the coffee table and Moony's head in her lap. Every once in a while, she would stop scratching, and Moony would bump her hand to get her going again. Towards the end, Tonks heard a CRACK, almost reminiscent of someone Apparating. Or a gun being fired. She drew her attention away from Trip saying, "Great, just how I wanted to go down in the history books." and looked at Moony. His wide eyes told her that he, too, had heard the nose.

"Wait here," she said, grabbing her wand from the couch table.

Moony humphed, as if to say, "And just where would I go?" but he stayed put on the couch, putting his front paws and head on the sofa's edge in order to watch Tonks better.

Tonks grinned at the disgruntled werewolf, and slipped outside a back window. She shook her head, transforming her red and blue hair to a dark black to blend in the darkness better and darkened her skin and eyes. Auror training kicked in as she assessed what was going on. She hugged the wall as she went along, moving down the ladder to the ground, then down the alleyway. She froze as she heard a growl.

"Remus?" she whispered, creeping forward. "I thought I asked you to stay in the room." Suddenly, she felt a thump vibrate through her sandals and whipped around.

Standing there, not five feet away from her, fangs bared, was a fully grown, black-furred, red-eyed, ticked off and very hungry werewolf.

"Oh, sweet Merlin," she whispered, stumbling backward. As her luck had it, she tripped and fell over a stray brick. She tumbled to the ground and hit her head, knocking her unconscious. The werewolf seemed to chuckle at its easy prey and raised a clawed hand to tear her body. It was so concentrated on her, it didn't even know Moony was there until the sandy-brown furred werewolf had collided with it.

The werewolf snarled at its new opponent, sniffing the air to catch Moony's scent. Moony did the same. Moony rolled away from the black werewolf and placed himself in front of Tonks, growling. The black werewolf lunged forward, arms outstretched. Moony swiped with his right paw and snagged the other werewolf's arm. The bright red blood stood out against the black fur and it snarled at him, but Moony stood his ground. Suddenly, the other werewolf paused and his ears pricked up, detecting a sound only he could hear. It seemed to bow at them before running away.

Moony turned his head toward the sounds that the other werewolf had heard. Police sirens. He had to get Tonks to safety. But he had to wake her up first. Praying that the potion would still work with this unorthodox tactic, he licked Tonks's face.

"Ewww!" she screamed, sitting bolt upright. Her face was shiny with dull yellow werewolf slobber, and she glared at the embarrassed werewolf, who was dipping his bloody paw in a water puddle, trying to clean off most of it. "What was that for?" The werewolf sighed and nudged her arm, pointing with his muzzle toward the sound of the quickly approaching police sirens.

"Police are coming?"

Moony whined, frantically nodding his head up and down.

"Well, let's go then!"

She jumped to her feet and ran toward the ladder. Unfortunately for her, her clumsiness kicked in once more and she tumbled, sprawling out. The sirens continued to get closer. Moony bounded forward to let her grab his fur to pull herself up, but she frantically shook her head.

"Get in the apartment!" she hissed. "I'll be fine."

Moony whined, worriedly looking at his mate.

"Now!"

Moony heaved a sigh and jumped up to the second story. He gave her one last look before he hopped inside and used his paws to delicately close the window. He still ended up scratching the wood, though.

Tonks rolled to the side as the police cars, along with a few Hummers H2s, squealed into the alley. The police must've been called by a concerned neighbor, thought Tonks, moving into a shadowy corner. She rubbed her ankle. It's only sore. I should be fine to Apparate in a few minutes. With her currently dark hair, she blended into the background.

Unfortunately for her, one of the Hummer H2s had spotted her with its lights. She squinted as several officers jumped out, all with guns pointed at her. Tonks smiled sheepishly and held up her hands.

"Ma'am, are you all right?" asked one. She recognized the voice as Horatio's, but realized that he wouldn't recognize her in her current disguise. She changed her voice-box to an accent like she had heard when she and Remus had been exploring downtown.

"Yeah, Ah'm fine," she said. "Ah was just walkin' through and caught mah ankle on somethin.'"

Tonks knew this accent sounded horrible, even to Horatio, who probably heard it everyday. "Ah figured soon as Ah was fine, Ah'd stand back up and walk home." She squinted at the Hummer's lights. "Do ya think y'all could turn those lights off?" She had learned that whenever someone spoke about two or more people, they said, 'y'all' instead of 'all of you' or 'both of you'. In a way, Tonks liked the word. It was almost as good as 'wotcher'.

Horatio made a motion toward the driver of the H2 and the lights were turned off, leaving only the parking lights on.

"Thanks," she said. "So why are y'all down here?"

"Possible murder, ma'am. If you'll tell Mr. Delko here" – the man who had been in the H2 got out – "where to go, he'll take you home."

"Thank you sir," she said. "Ah just live a little down the street, matter-of-fact. If you want, Ah'll just walk home with him." She smiled her most charming (and disarming) smile she could. Hey, it always worked on Remus, at least.

Horatio frowned at her and nodded. He called Delko over. "Take Miss…"

"Potter."

Horatio nodded. "Take Miss Potter home. Make sure she gets inside safely."

Tonks grinned and stood up, tentatively putting pressure on her right ankle. It didn't hurt, so she stood up. She started walking toward the end of the alleyway, Delko behind her.

Horatio watched the woman leave with Delko. Normally, he would take a suspect into custody, but she had been found at the opposite end of the alley and most certainly didn't look like a male werewolf. This woman certainly wasn't even a suspect. He glanced upward. The full moon was bright, not a cloud in the sky. He sighed.

Well, it could be worse, he thought. We could be dealing with vampires instead.

Tonks and Delko passed the crime scene as they walked. Tonks spared a second to look at the body and shivered. Merlin, was she glad Remus was a kind soul who wouldn't even hurt a fly. Finally, they exited the alleyway.

"Mah place is just over there," Tonks said, swallowing. She pointed to a random hotel.

Delko nodded and they walked in.

"You can go back, Ah'm just gonna go upstairs, 'kay?"

Delko looked at her suspiciously, but simply nodded. She started walking toward the elevator, but Delko's voice stopped her.

"Aren't you going to get your key?"

"Oh, Ah've got one," said Tonks, holding up her own key. She slipped her wand, subtly changing the emblem from her hotel to this one. She held up the key, showing it to Delko. Delko raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Finally, he shrugged and walked off.

Tonks blew out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. She saw the restroom off to the side and slipped in. Seeing nobody inside, she Disapparated with a soft pop! (Auror training had taught her how to muffle the sound Apparating made.) A woman poked her head out of her stall and, seeing nobody, shrugged and went back to her business.

She reappeared inside their apartment, where the sound of puking got her attention. Remus had since transformed back and was currently emptying his stomach. Wolfsbane Potions always had a side affect of nausea and until they figured out how to counteract the nausea, it was a morning-after thing for Remus every time. As she walked to the bathroom, she morphed into her usual form, glad to drop the imitation accent.

"That was interesting," were his first words to her.

"Interesting? Interesting!" she screeched as Remus unloaded his stomach again. "I almost got killed by a deranged werewolf! Then I get caught by the police, thankfully managing to get away! How is that interesting?"

Remus wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet. "Very simple, my dear Tonks. Why is there a werewolf in the middle of Miami?"

Tonks opened and closed her mouth but no sound came out. Finally, she sighed. "I have no idea, Remus."

Remus groaned as he laid out on their bed. "Neither do I, dear, neither do I."

Part VI

Horatio glanced down at the body on the ground before staring at Speedle. "This is familiar."

Speedle crossed his arms. "What I want to know is, where were the police units?"

Horatio sighed. "I told them they needed to post a police officer at every alleyway, to be on the lookout for a huge dog, of a sort, but they didn't believe me." His eyes flickered toward the young man lying out on the ground. His injuries were exactly the same as the previous two. Chest lacerations, claw marks to the arms, and the carotid arteries pierced.

"You mean, they didn't believe you when they said to be on the lookout for a werewolf?"

"No, Speed. They think that just because I got promoted to this job just before this–" he indicated the body "–started up that I can make up tales and get away with it."

Speedle snorted. "Yeah, right."

Calleigh chose that moment to come over. "I found something, Horatio. What do you make of it?"

Horatio stared at the strand of hair. It was glossy black for the first four inches, from the root up, and bright red for the rest of the length, except for the tip, which was bright blue; but in between, it was distorted, almost like the hair had been changing color at the time it was shed. Horatio's brow creased.

"That's weird," he stated finally.

Calleigh nodded. "I found several more long black hairs identical to the ones found on the last body, but I found some sandy-brown colored ones too." She held up one of the sandy-brown colored ones in a sample bag for Horatio to look at.

"Where'd you find these new hairs?"

"Over at the fire escape, actually, nowhere near the body," said Calleigh, nodding her head in that direction. "They were just sitting there, on the steps." Horatio looked up and saw that the window was slightly open. "There's also some blood. Delko collected it and took it back to HQ. Only one bullet shell was recovered. 9-mil."

Horatio squinted at the new hairs, now sitting in their own containment bags. Suddenly, he was reminded where he had seen those particular colors together.

"Lieutenant Horatio Caine," he said, sticking out his right hand.

"Remus Lupin," said Remus, grasping Lt. Caine's hand firmly. "And this is my wife, Nymphadora Tonks Lupin–"

"I hate that name and you know it, fuzzball."

"–who prefers to be called Tonks, or, if you dare, Dora."

"Glad to meet you, Tonks," said Lt. Caine, obviously amused at Tonks's drunken reaction.

"So," said Yelina, walking up. "What's this all about?"

"I have an idea. Yelina, you stay here with Speed and Calleigh, they'll fill you in on the details." He took off, leaving the three to stare at each other, wondering what on earth was going through Horatio's mind.

Horatio entered the apartment building and walked to the front desk.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he asked the secretary. She looked up from the novel she was reading. "My name is Lieutenant Caine with Miami-Dade PD. I'm wondering if you have a record of who lives on the second floor, facing the alleyway, next to the fire escape."

The secretary checked her computer, smacking her bubblegum loudly. "That would be the Lupins, sir, in room 214."

"What a coincidence," he muttered. To the secretary, he said, "Thank you very much." And he headed for the stairs. He searched along the doors until he found the number 214 on a faded golden plaque. He knocked.

"Coming!"

Horatio heard various locks being undone. He smiled as he saw Tonks open the door. "Wotcher, Horatio! What brings you by?"

He assumed 'Wotcher' was British for 'Hello' and said "Hello. May I come in?"

"Um," she bit her lip. "Can you hold on? Hey, Remus, you up for guests? He ate some bad seafood last night. Made him sick all night long."

"Yeah, I'm good."

Tonks opened the door the rest of the way, letting Horatio in. "I'm sorry the place isn't the neatest. Remus is always getting onto me about cleaning up after myself. It's hard enough keeping up with our son."

Horatio's eyes took in the slightly messy apartment. "Looks better than my place."

Tonks grinned. "Thanks. Hear that, Remus, he doesn't mind!"

Horatio heard grunting from the bedroom, followed by what sounded like a retching noise and a groan. "Dora? A little help?"

"Um, why don't you sit on the couch?" she asked. "He's probably puked all over his clothes again, poor thing."

"I will ignore that you called the father of our children a thing!"

Tonks rolled her eyes and disappeared. Horatio sat on the couch. He looked around the apartment. There were no signs of foul play. He looked at the couch and his eyes widened. There were several long, sandy-brown colored hairs scattered on the cushions. Checking that the Lupins weren't watching, he took out an evidence bag and a glove and quickly put them in the bag, careful not to break the roots. He had noticed that the brownish hair Calleigh had picked up didn't have any tags, and this would help immensely.

Tucking the envelope away, as well as the glove, he wandered over to the window. As he looked at the windowsill, he noticed several things: one, he was right over Delko's head; and two, there were scratch marks on the wood that looked more like claw marks. Even more, there appeared to be small blood droplets at the tips of the claw marks, pooled and almost dried in them.

"Something wrong, Horatio?"

Horatio started as Remus's voice suddenly registered. "No, just looking. By any chance, did either of you see anything last night?"

"Like what, Horatio?" asked Tonks.

"A man was killed last night, just down from your place. You two know anything?"

Remus shrugged. "She was busy tending to me last night. If anything happened, we probably couldn't hear it over my puking. As you heard earlier, it continued well into this morning. I hope it's over with now." He shook his head. "I hate it when I throw up. Burns my throat."

Horatio was certain they were hiding something, and he was determined to dig it out. But not now. "All right, well, if you remember something, anything, give me a call." He held out one of his cards with his name and cell phone number on it.

"Thanks, Horatio, we will," said Remus, as Tonks accepted the card. "See you later."

"See you later," echoed Horatio. "I hope you feel better."

Remus grinned. "I'll probably be fit for anything by tomorrow morning."

Horatio forced a grin back and left.

Tonks finished locking the door and blew out a breath. "That was close."

Remus nodded. "Good job making up the seafood story."

"Wh – you heard that?"

"Yeah." He tapped his ears. "I still have exceptionally good hearing the morning after the full moon."

"Mm, just the hearing?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe we should run a full diagnostic, eh?"

Tonks laughed. "You watch too much Star Trek, you know that?"

In another part of Miami, way down in the slums, a tall man was stitching up a wound on his left arm. He grunted as he tied off the last stitch with a Severing Charm and conjured a white wrapping bandage around it. Finally, he tapped it with his wand, making the bandage the same color as his skin. Unless someone actually touched him, they wouldn't believe he was injured. Another injury on his side was healed in a flash with a tap of his wand.

"What the blazes is another werewolf doing here?" he muttered to himself, flexing his fingers. He hissed as blood rushed into his fingers. "And that girl. Her accent wasn't from around here, that's for certain." He stood up and pulled on a jacket. It was time to go to work, and he hadn't missed a day yet.

Wow! That was long! So, now a few more pieces of the puzzle are falling into place. Horatio's starting to suspect the Lupins, but without more solid evidence, he can't do anything. And we also find out that the mysterious werewolf is a wizard as well.

I know most of you are probably curious why Horatio let Tonks go. One, she's obviously not a guy; and two, she hadn't transformed under the full moon, so she's definitely not a werewolf. So, that's why.

As for Remus, well, I'm a Trekkie, so I figured that if any Marauder loved Star Trek, it would be Remus, because in the Federation, they aren't prejudiced against your species. To Remus, it's a future he wants. And Ted's comes from being a Muggle-born.

To my wonderful reviewers. Chocolate Frogs for each!:

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So, review and I'll see you next. In the meantime, a new little Doctor Who oneshot is up for reading if you want to.