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An English Werewolf in America

Part XI

When Horatio woke the next morning, he got dressed and trudged to the kitchen for some coffee. He found Remus sitting at the kitchen table, already dressed, with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Pot's over there," he said, taking another sip. "Did you or Calleigh hit the werewolf last night?"

"Yeah, a couple of times," said Horatio, pouring his cup. "Wherever he is, he's in a lot of pain right now."

"Mm. Have your people search the local hospitals. He wouldn't dare go to St. Anthony's. They would match up the girl's bite against his DNA. I'll still go there and check up on her anyway."

Horatio nodded. "I'll talk to Speedle about it. How long does it take a werewolf to recover from a silver poisoning of that magnitude?"

"A week, at least. Two weeks at the most. We should be able to find him. You said you tried entering his DNA into your CODIS?"

"Yes. No hits came back. Whoever he is, he follows the rules as long as he's human."

Remus twiddled with his empty cup of coffee. "That makes him even more dangerous."

Horatio was confused. "How so?"

Remus stood up and got another cup of coffee. "It means that he builds up all the frustrations and anger for a month and when he transforms, he channels those feelings through the wolf."

Horatio nodded. "I see. That implies premeditation. He takes peoples' lives because he feels that his own has been taken away." An idea formed in Horatio's mind. "Maybe he works in a job where he is controlled by an overbearing manager."

Remus grinned. "I think we just got a new lead."

He groaned as he sat up. The silver bullets had mostly just grazed him, but one had gone right through his upper left arm, leaving a trace of silver behind, just enough to give him enough silver poisoning to cause nausea and the general feeling all over of a hangover. He supposed it had happened when he had looked down at them, letting only his right arm support his weight on the building.

Carefully, he repeated the procedure he used last time. Unlike last time, however, the bleeding seeped through the bandages. He cursed under his breath and conjured a second layer on. It worked. Another tap of his wand and it turned flesh colored. He got dressed and left his apartment once again for work. Last month he had been late due to trying to heal his arm. If he was late again, his boss would fire him for sure.

Downtown, Horatio and Remus were perusing the police database for a possible suspect.

"Look at this," said Horatio, while Remus peeked over his shoulder. "All of the victims had one thing in common: they all got their internet from a local provider. I'm going to try seeing if any of their workers were late this morning."

Horatio put in the new parameters. While the computer compared and crossed off possibilities from a long list, he took the opportunity to ask Remus about the young woman.

"She's only got nicked by a fang, so, she'll act a little more like a wolf come the full moon, but she won't completely transform. She was lucky. If the fang had gone in any more, the werewolf venom would've gotten into her system."

Horatio nodded. "That's good." The computer still hadn't finished. "So, you've got kids, huh?"

"Yeah, a boy and a girl. Here." He dug into his pockets and pulled out a picture from his slightly shabby wallet. Teddy was waving one arm, while the other safely held his sister, who was grinning and sucking her thumb. "Wizarding pictures move," he said rhetorically. "Teddy likes the color turquoise and Jessie likes the color purple. They picked those colors out right after they were born."

The computer chimed, showing the list had narrowed to thirty individuals. Horatio handed the picture back to Remus and tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

"I see a few of them were in jail last night and only released this morning. Get rid of them."

Horatio did so and the list narrowed to twenty-five people.

"Now, get rid of any women."

The list narrowed to fourteen.

"Get rid of any older men."

"How old?" asked Horatio, his fingers poised over the keyboard.

"The ones with any white in their hair. The werewolf was completely black."

The list cut in half, leaving mostly teenage boys and a couple of young men.

"All right," said Remus, "let's cut out the ones younger than twenty."

Again, the list cut out, leaving only two possible suspects.

"I don't think it's him," said Remus, pointing out a young Mexican man dressed in a janitorial outfit. "He's too young, plus his passport only puts him here as of two months ago, too recent to be involved with the case."

"Well, then, it's time to pay Warren Wilkins a visit then, eh?"

"He isn't here."

Horatio blinked at the large man standing in front of him. "Excuse me?"

"Lousy worker, Wilkins. Don't know how he got the job in the first place."

Behind him, Horatio could feel Tonks, who was in her 'standard' Auror uniform, shift uneasily from foot to foot while Speedle looked around from his spot. "Mr. Jones, why isn't Mr. Wilkins here?"

Jones shrugged. "He was late again. I warned him last time if he was late again, I'd fire him. I did. He cleaned out his desk this morning." He pointed to a cubicle in a corner. "Help yourselves."

"Thank you."

Jones shrugged and walked off, stopping only to yell at a computer technician who hadn't done his job right the first time.

Discretely, Tonks slid her wand out of her sleeve and scanned the desk.

"I'm detecting DNA similar to the wolf DNA. Definitely his. It's not more than 12 hours old. We have enough to trace him." Glancing around, she swept her wand over the desk. A murmured "Alohomora" allowed her entrance to the locked drawers.

"Look at this," she said, pulling out several brochures. They all had the same thing in common: the Bahamas. And in the middle was a pad with faded markings. Another subtle wave of Tonks's wand and the lettering rose and colored itself a jet black.

"3:30 G 7 MDA," she read, handing the piece of paper to Speedle. "What's that mean?"

Speedle stared at the note, his lips moving silently as he figured out the code. "3:30 G 7 MDA. He's flying out at 3:30, Gate 7 at Miami-Dade Airport. That makes the most sense."

Tonks turned white. "Horatio, if he escapes…"

"I know," Horatio said soothingly. "We'll get him."

Part XII

Miami-Dade Airport was a huge airport. People bustled to and fro, trying to get to their flights on time. At every gate was somebody with a metal wand. Some of those were the electronic versions; others were magical wands disguised to scan magical people.

And in the middle of those people, a tall, thin, but muscular man with thick black hair, stormy grey eyes, and small, wire-rimmed glasses didn't stand out much.

He winced as a woman roughly bumped into his sore arm. Stupid Muggles. But he restrained his anger. The full moon had only just passed and he wasn't in the mood to start a riot in the airport. He soothed himself by thinking about the warm days he would pass in the Bahamas, maybe running around on a full moon once in a while, all while on Wolfsbane, of course. Couldn't risk an accidental bite.

He stood impatiently in line while a wand was waved over him. He held his breath, hoping that this wand was a Muggle electronic one and not an actual wand. The man scanning him let him through with a nod and he handed his ticket to the ticket attendant so she could allow him entrance.

Meanwhile, Tonks was scanning the airport with her wand, Calleigh and Delko beside her with badges showing and guns drawn. On the other side, Remus, Horatio and Speedle approached the gate where Wilkins would be leaving. They arrived just as they saw a man glance at them as he passed through Gate 7, pale, and hurry through.

Gotcha, thought Tonks. With a nod, she and Remus led their parties to the Gate. They were held up by a stiff ticket attendant.

"Ma'am, I am sorry, but unless you have a ticket–" She broke off as she saw the badges and guns the CSIs were carrying and hastily changed her mind. "Never mind," she muttered, letting them through.

The group bustled through the crowd of people. Finally, after three of Tonks's trips, several knockdowns and an irate plane attendant that reminded Remus and Tonks of Percy, they reached the tarmac. A small plane was warming up about 100 feet away.

As they quickly scanned the area and all the CSIs except Horatio ran to the different exits to secure them so that their target could not escape, Remus spotted the man who had gotten away earlier. Forgetting about his wand, Remus started running. The man, however, must have sensed that Remus was near, because he turned around and took out his own wand. Thankfully, only a few Muggles were around and they were stunned in quick succession by Tonks, Obliviate-ing their memories at the same time.

"Remus!" she yelled. "Horatio! The plane!"

"I got it!" he yelled back. He ran past the dueling wizards, thankfully not getting hit by any of the flying spells. Hopping into the plane, he quickly ran to the front of the plane, ignoring the three other passengers sitting in their seats, staring wide-eyed at Horatio.

The pilot turned around in his seat. "Hey, sit down, we're about to leave!"

"Good," said Horatio, showing the pilot his badge. "As soon as I get off, get out of here, understand?"

The pilot nodded nervously and Horatio ran out. Quickly, he secured the door and with a nod to Tonks, the steps were pulled away from the plane with an Accio from her. It zoomed off, carrying its passengers far away from the dueling wizards.

Meanwhile, Remus was dueling harder than he had even at the Battle of Hogwarts. Every defense he can up with, Wilkins blocked. Finally, Remus came up with a rather simple, although Sirius would have called it Marauder-worthy, idea. He thought of Tonks and his children and shouted, "Expecto Patronum!"

From the tip of his wand burst a giant grizzly bear. It roared, then charged at Wilkins. Wilkins, not expecting this spell, was taken aback as the bear swiped at him, knocking him back on his rear. Remus took the opportunity to send an Incarcerous his way, which bound Wilkins from his neck down to his toes in strong cords. Tonks, seizing the oppurtunity, stunned Wilkins and took his wand.

"You have the right to remain unconscious," she said, grinning. Wilkins couldn't hear her, but it was still fun. "Anything you dream can be used against you in a Wizengamot court. You also have the right to the attorney of your dreams."

Remus laughed and hugged Tonks close as the CSIs joined them.

All right, so the werewolf's been captured, I finally have this chapter done and it's only been since, oh, September, that I last updated. Urgh. At least final exams are over. I do have a job, but at least I'll be able to type at my leisure. I hope this chapter wasn't too choppy to understand. I'm not good with battle scenes. Trust me, though, it's a better way of getting him than what I had originally planned.

Thanks to my very patient reviewers, who put me on their alert lists whilst the world went nuts:

Sasia93, sirval, Houseaholic88, Quacked Lurker, and Mighty Lord Moldy-Shorts.

So, I have the next and final section written up. All it needs is a bit of polish and then it's done. And then it's off to write my next story, Prongs Rides Again II. If you have a different name, I'm willing to accept it. I'll put up the last section as soon as I can. Until then, please just be patient. Oh, and of course, review!