Jack walked out of CI5 Headquarters to get some fresh air, angry and upset on so many levels that he couldn't count them all. Bodie and Doyle didn't believe in him which meant they couldn't see or hear him and yet he was the one person who had witnessed what had happened and knew that Sirius was innocent. How was he supposed to tell them when they didn't even know he was there?

He kicked at a coke can, watching it turn into a snowball as it gathered pace down the street only to come to a sudden halt at the feet of a man. A man whose shoes were inky black, draped with a long black flowing robe the colour of darkness itself.

"Pitch Black," said Jack.

"How nice to see you, Jack."

"I might have known you'd be behind this."

"Me?" Pitch spread his arms and tried to portray an image of innocence. "What have I done?"

"If I know you," said Jack, skating around him and forcing him to turn full circle, "you've been pulling Pettigrew's strings all along."

"Clever boy," replied Pitch, in a patronising manner.

"But why? That's what I'm not sure about. What has Sirius Black ever done to you?"

"Nothing that a bit of brotherly love can't fix, eh, Jack? We both know how important our families are to us."

"Families?" Jack frowned. Then the penny dropped. "You're Sirius Black's brother?"

Pitch responded by flying directly upwards to the top of the CI5 building and pausing in mid-air above Jack.

"I don't have a family, remember?!" he shouted back down to Jack. "Neither of us have families!"

And in a flash brighter than lightning he was gone.

More angry than he had ever been before, Jack smashed his staff against the wall of the building causing frost to crinkle over the surface.

This whole thing was getting worse by the minute and he didn't know what to do to stop the rot.

On the verge of giving up and running away for good he blinked in surprise as a turquoise blur shimmered past him and entered the building and, intrigued, he followed the trail of fairy dust back into the interrogation centre.

What on earth could the Tooth Fairy want with CI5?

As Bodie waited for the kettle to boil he glanced through the one way window to see how Doyle was getting on with Sirius, just as the door to the outer office crashed open again and a woman appeared.

"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?"

Bodie looked up at her, teaspoon in hand and recognition in his eyes. "Huh?"

"Are you stupid, or something? I asked you what you thought you were doing." She pointed through the glass. "That is Sirius Black in there, not some common criminal."

"Now look, darling..."

"Don't you dare call me that!" Annie's cheeks became a little flushed.

"You're not even supposed to be here," said Bodie. "How did you get in?"

"None of your business."

Bodie put the spoon down and switched off the kettle, before turning back to face her. He'd had just about enough of being called stupid today. "Actually, this is my business. This is CI5 Headquarters and I am CI5. Why don't you just run along home and ... tidy the house or do some cooking, or whatever it is you women do."

"You have absolutely no idea what you are getting into, you ignorant Policeman," she snapped at him, her fists clenched by her sides.

"Don't you talk to me like that, little lady."

Annie let rip. Bodie might still be languishing in a time before sexual equality but she most certainly wasn't. She was a Witch of the highest order and respected in her world and was most certainly used to being treated as an equal.

There was only one thing she could do to make her point. She punched him.

Clutching at his now bleeding mouth Bodie took a step or two backwards, spitting his redundant tooth onto the carpet.

A wry grin played across his face. "Nice shot," he said, admiringly.

Annie looked a little surprised. "Erm... thanks?"

"I like a girl with a bit of spirit." Bodie took a step towards her. "And you're right. We don't really know what we're dealing with. But we're trying, okay?"

"No, not really," she replied, "because you've got the wrong man."

"We'll be the judge of that. You have to let us do our job."

"Even if your job involves sending an innocent man to Azkaban?"

"Where?"

"Wizarding prison."

"He's a wizard?" Bodie raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Yes, you moron."

"Oi, only my partner's allowed to call me that."

Annie smiled, mellowing a little.

At that moment Doyle came out of the interview room to see where his tea had got to.

"Hello," he said to Annie, "what are you doing here?"

"I was trying to talk some sense into your pig headed caveman of a partner."

"I've been trying to do that for years," he replied, with a grin.

Just then a flashing blur of turquoise entered the room and flew around Bodie's head twice before coming to a halt in front of his face. He opened his mouth in surprise and Tooth grabbed her opportunity – and his mouth – and peered in for an inspection. Tutting to herself in dismay the fairy slapped poor Bodie around the face to admonish him for not looking after his teeth, stooped to grab the molar from the carpet and flew back off again.

Bodie gaped at Doyle in shock. "Did you see that?"

"See what?" replied Doyle, totally confused.

Annie hiccupped in fits of laughter, trying and failing to control herself. She had always believed in the tooth fairy ever since she met her as a little girl so had seen everything that had happened. Which meant Doyle didn't believe while Bodie did, the thought of which only made her laugh even more.