More Than Just A New Beginning

Chapter 2


Harry grumbled and groaned as he was woken from his sleep by his phone's incessant ringing. Opening one bleary eye he glanced at his alarm clock and let out a despairing whine of discontent. Huffing he shuffled out of bed, sitting on the edge, he unplugged it from charge and swiped to answer it.

"Hello?" very grudgingly answering it, he had been working until nearly three o'clock that morning, only four hours had passed since then. He would have liked to have slept another hour at least before going in for the day.

"The DNA pulled off the clothes of the deceased and traces found at the crime scene that doesn't belong to the victim has been found in seventeen potential crime scenes." Was the first thing said to him, and that woke Harry up immediately.

Spine straightening, "Seventeen?" Harry's eyes gleamed coldly, "And nobody thought to connect the dots?" they had access to the databases so they got access to everything including Mundane information. The Mundane officers sometimes…sometimes Harry just wanted to strangle them.

"Well, they only suspect the crimes, they don't have bodies or missing persons reports. I've been looking through all the cases I suspect every single one of them are supernatural. We will need to run the blood ourselves to find out if what I suspect is true. I will need your permission to pick them up from the stations cold cases."

"And who does the DNA of the suspect belong to?" Harry asked grimly.

"To one Jason Scott, has seven aliases all from different states, born in Nebraska, has a long list of priors starting since he was eighteen-years-old. Suspected murderer, arsonist, kidnapping, racketeering, it's quite a long list and his known associates are just as bad…"

"I want a locating charm locked into this Jason Scott," Harry demanded, as he stood, putting his call on speakerphone and beginning to dress. "I want him found as soon as possible, we will initially arrest him for the two murders and see what else we can dig up on him." he liked fool proof cases, and never presented anything but the best he could accomplish and ensure it couldn't be picked apart.

"I have enough blood to get a live tracking done on him," was quickly agreed.

"Call the others in early," Harry added, his voice muffled by his shirt momentarily. "I want him caught before he runs," if he had different aliases he could go to different states. He didn't want to go across country looking for the murderer. Not that it would protect him from their magic, he was already caught he just didn't know it. He made a mistake of leaving his blood at a crime scene, clearly he'd been interrupted and had to flee. "I want everything we can get on him by the time I get in, ETA twenty minutes," he added.

"Yes, Sir," came the voice before he immediately hung up having his orders.

Sighing softly, half dressed, he made a beeline for the bathroom, and did his morning routine, toilet, brushing his teeth and hands and brushed his long hair and tying it at the nape of his neck. Once done he grabbed his trousers from the hanger and finished dressing, grabbing his jacket and shoes he stalked quickly towards the front door he plonked his shoes on the ground and slid his feet into them as he hastily got his arms into his jacket. Then plucking his keys, wallet, Wallet ID and gun holster from the table before giving a nod and leaving his condo.

He didn't have to worry about too many neighbours, he had bought the entire building and had the entire top floor remodelled. It used to be two condos but he'd had it made into one his. Only two other condos were currently being used despite having nine in the building. Two elderly couples on the ground floor, they'd been there when Harry brought this place and he didn't have the heart to force them to leave so agreed to allow them to pay him rent for their continued presence if they didn't mind the loudness of his place being remodelled. All others had left though, a subtle suggestion had made it easier for Harry so he didn't need to get lawyers and bailiffs involved.

One short stop across the road from him, Harry ordered coffee's and teas to go as well as some breakfast foods, Bear claw's, scones, biscuits, croissants and some donuts. Once that was done, he put it all in the foot of his passenger side of his black SUV before peeling out of his private parking lot, making his way to the Woolworth building, rush hour hadn't quite peaked yet, so he actually managed to make good time, he was only four minutes later than he thought he'd be.

He wasn't surprised to see the others in before him, they however, cheered when they saw the contents in his hands. Harry grinned wryly, handing them out, knowing very well how everyone liked their drinks by now. They all preferred Apparating to work or in Johns case jogging in, he was a bit of a health nut. No suspect had been able to outrun John Rathburn.

"I hear we have a suspect?" Charlie asked, slightly muffled due to the half-eaten Bear claw he had in his mouth.

"We do, but it's going to prove to be a bigger case than normal," Harry warned them, avoiding the white board in front of him as he ate his own croissant and absently drank his caramel latte which he magically cooled down to drinking temperature.

"What do you mean?"

"More than one suspect?"

"More like more than one case," Harry confessed, "Jerry found seventeen cases where his DNA was left at the scene of crimes or potential crimes, he's not left a body lying…yesterday was his first screw up, giving credence to the belief that he was interrupted. Both by the delivery guy and the landlady which times consist with the times the crimes were taking place."

"Speaking of the devil, which is the delightful devil that is myself, I need your permission to go get the cases," Jerry said flamboyantly, handing over the paperwork that would allow him to take the cases that pertained to their current case. Since they were 'cold cases' with 'hardly any leads' they would all be happy to see the cases go no doubt. He needed Harry's signature as his boss to get the documents, it would take at least three hours to get them all back here. He'd need to head to seven different prescient's to gather all the case files, that didn't include how long it would take for them to be gathered.

Harry swiftly read through the documents, before signing off each document, all eighteen of them. "That's them signed, take them straight to Samara when you return." Harry informed him, handing them back, "We only have twenty-four hours after he's in custody to get everything we can on him in order to charge him." he wasn't going free anyway they had enough to charge him for the initial two murders they'd been investigating for less than twenty-four hours. That was the beauty of having magic on your side, everything moved more smoothly.

"Yes sir," Jerry agreed, gathering everything he'd need including his ID card and a coffee before leaving the debriefing room. Jerimiah Thomson had been born in the UK as well, something he and Harry had in common but his parents had moved them to America during the first war with Voldemort, before Harry defeated him actually, he didn't have a British accent, most of his formative years had been spent in America so it was hardly surprising. He'd visited Britain a few times growing up, his parents wishing to take him back to where he was born but that was it.

"Here is everything I have on Jason Scott, from his aliases to his current address, most important on top, the live tracking rune doesn't place him at home." Samara explained as she automatically began to affix information to the whiteboard so that everyone could see out of sheer habit.

"Speed?"

"Definitely in his car, covers too much ground to be anything but," Samara understood what he was asking, she had been keeping an eye on the tracking since she'd done it thirty minutes ago now.

"I want it impounded when it's found, now Jerimiah will be back with the eighteen cold cases we suspect to involve him, I need you to find out what you can when you can I suspect it will be just before lunch before he returns." Harry informed her, until then he didn't have any work for her it would give her a chance to finish up any reports she had and complete other works she had. She worked solely for him, expecting one person to work for both the Major Crimes department and his was asking too much of anyone. Considering the urgency of their work, they needed more than one person working for the two departments.

"I just wish there was a pattern, I mean half of these victims are humans…with zero ties to the supernatural," Zane sighed, staring at the board in front of him.

"Might mean that he believes those who associate with them are no better and marks them for death…" Samara suggested, as she gathered up everything she needed from her desk, a grim look on her face. "Either that or they truly are just in the wrong place at the wrong time…I'll know more when I get the other cases."

"Well, it would make sense but it's the human victims apartment they were found in…" came the confused reply, "Nothing about this case makes sense." It probably wouldn't until they had the perpetrator in answering for his crimes.

"Then perhaps the fact they're supernatural is just a coincidence?"

"No way, they were tortured," Harry stated firmly, he suspected something more to the human than just a serial killer. "He knew what the Banshee was," the Banshee hadn't stood a chance…at all. Nothing was actually left at the scene that could indicate it was something supernatural but they had uncovered iron and plants that specifically kill Banshees and fey creatures. Why they bothered he did not know, Banshee's were…incapable of healing, they were as human as one could get in the supernatural world in which they lived in. They had all the frailties of a human, but Banshees were sought after especially in packs, their abilities were…amazing, the more powerful the Banshee the higher the desire is for them. "What he wanted…well, we'll find out." He stated firmly.

The group were quick to agree.


"Zane, Will, Adam you're with me," Harry stated, "Let's get this bastard in,"

"He's on foot, will I get his car impounded?" Zane questioned, having the map laid out, "I'd estimate he's been on foot for the past five minutes."

"Hmm, where is the car?" Harry called out as they all prepared to leave.

"You're not going to believe this…he's at City Hall Park…the car is parked at Steve Flanders Square," Zane replied, it was where the dot indicating where the suspect was had stopped going fast and into a slow walk pace. He was quite literally at the back of their offices albeit quite far down at ground level admittedly.

"Will, Adam you will approach the suspect from Broadway, Zane and I will approach from Flanders, ear pieces on," Harry stated, which looked like every day equipment but it had runes etched on it stopping normal Mundane equipment from interfering. They'd learned quickly from the first time, and it had nearly cost them too, they'd almost lost one of their own. "Now City Hall Park will have civilians take no chances," it was early yes, but there would be people around.

With that the group split into two, after Harry copied the live tracking rune on the suspect and gave it over Harry and Zane leaving in one black SUV and Will and Adam took the sedan.

Rush hour was definitely on at that point, leaving them having to weave in and out of traffic, not even attempting to use lights or sirens, they didn't want to scare off their suspect after all.

"There's the suspects' car," Zane pointed out the blacked out armoured car, with the right registration plate.

Harry veered off the path and parked right next to it, casting a notice-me-not around himself and the car, so that every Mundane walked on by without a single glance. He didn't waste any time in breaking into the vehicle. "I've got the trunk," Zane informed him, as Harry began to rummage around in the glove compartment, he was immediately met with a gun, shaking his head, he begun to gather any evidence found, but other than the gun he seemed to be out of luck. For all he knew this piece was registered, one sniff of the chamber and he was met with the smell of aconite.

Hunter.

Just as he suspected.

"Uh…Boss…you might want to see this," Zane's voice sounded off.

Harry practically jumped from the passenger side seat, and a joined Zane at the back of the car, and found what had Zane shocked. There was enough guns here to take out quite a lot of people. There was no way they were all registered, the sawed off shotgun was illegal. In his hands were pictures, not only of the body they'd discovered but dozens of others. Some were blurred to the extreme, hiding the faces of the targets, they were Were's, they were the only ones who could blur photos that way, it was just a reflection of their wolf eyes despite them being 'human' in that moment that caused it.

"Be warned the suspect is probably armed and dangerous," Harry cautioned the others, if he could get the better of were's and their enhanced senses then he definitely was considered dangerous even to them.

"Jesus, he's got a hit list," without the actual list, just photos that were clearly targets. What if they were too late and everyone on that list was dead?

"Get in the car and Apparate those pictures back to Samara, I want to know who she can name, asap!" Harry ordered quietly, "Did you guys hear all that?"

"Loud and clear," came Will's quiet voice, "We've got eyes on the suspect, looks like he's taking pictures," he didn't look dangerous, but their boss never gave out 'armed and dangerous' warnings just for shits and giggles. In fact, he said it so rarely that to hear it was quite jarring for a few seconds.

"Probably already got another victim picked out, I suspect he's a self-proclaimed hunter," Harry informed them, self-proclaimed hunters were dangerous. They took the law into their own hands and met out judgements on innocent supernatural creatures just because they were supernatural. Unfortunately, the magical law enforcement wasn't able to keep an eye on all Mundane that know about the supernatural. Although, when they caught hunters well, depending on their crimes they usually ended up in a supernatural prison and watched very closely. Given this suspects body count…he would be lucky if he wasn't sentenced to the death penalty actually if what they suspected was true. Harry's gaze picked up Zane's return, out the corner of his eyes, he murmured, "She's on it,"

Harry nodded curtly, shrinking the car down to toy side, guns and all, sliding it smoothly into his pocket. Leaving his SUV where it was, he began to jog towards the less populated area of City Hall park, making a beeline for the flashing red dot that was revealing the suspects location.

"He's not alone, two others have approached him," came Adam's voice through the ear piece. "They're armed," he could see the bulk where a firearm rested through his ill fitted garment.

"We're approaching to your left," Zane murmured, slightly out of breath, indicating he was running. "We can see him, and you, too many civilians this could turn into a hostage situation,"

"No, the guy they're trailing is heading off into the wooded area, backpedal," Harry's voice ordered, watching one of the guys from the photos veer into a more secluded area, either in order to break away unseen or protect the people around him. Maybe both. "We'll come from the right, you guys from the left, none of the suspects gets away," at least one of the people in the photos was still alive, perhaps there was hope yet.

"Go now!" Harry ordered seeing one of them aiming their gun at the guys back, "FBI, WEAPONS ON THE GROUND NOW! DROP THEM NOW!" Harry called loud and clear, gun aimed at his main suspect, definitely not wanting him to get away. "You stay where you are," he added to the photo guy.

One of the idiots with him fired off a round nearly hitting Zane who shot in retaliation, it was a glancing blow which only caused minor injury to his hand causing the suspect to release his gun in order to clutch at his bleeding hand crying out in pain. After that they were quick to surrender, looking for all the world that this was just a simple mistake. They very rarely actually used much magic when they were rounding up suspects in all honesty.

That was until Harry spoke the suspects real name.

"Jason Scott you're under arrest for two counts of murder, unlawful and unlicensed firearms and the suspected murder of eighteen people you do not have to say anything that might harm your defence something in which you later may rely on in court." Harry was swift in his ability to contain Jason who had lost his cocky demeanour the second his real name was used. Will and Adam were quick to detain the other suspects, the one that shot at Zane would find himself…fairing worse than his friends.

The moment Harry faced the guy the others had been after, a tingle of awareness shot through him, soulmate.

"Boss we're taking them in?" Zane was quite quick to knock Harry out of his musings.

The guy was staring right back still, not able to pull himself out of whatever was holding him immobile. The very same thing that had affected Harry.

"Yes," Harry said, his gaze swinging back only to be met with trees, the guy was gone shoe prints the only evidence that he had ran. Harry swallowed thickly, rejection settling firmly in his bones. Considering how his life had been so far…he honestly didn't feel all that surprised this would happen. If he'd even felt anything at all, if he was Mundane he definitely wouldn't have. "Let's go," he added, swallowing thickly.


A/N – How long will it take for Harry and Derek to meet again? Will they know each other is 'other' or will they be oblivious for a while? It would be rather amusing to see them ignorant for a bit…but definitely not too much! :D that would just make it unbelievable after all…so poor Derek thinks his mate is FBI what will he do? Although he's very smooth at flirting we saw that on the series so he's capable of being charming when he wants :D but would he risk his and Laura's safety? How many chapters per year should I do? I don't want it to take forever but it's TWO YEARS before Derek is supposed to show up in Beacon Hills…which makes him nineteen and Harry's twenty-one…just for FYI I hope you're going to enjoy this beginning better than it was with Predators Of The Moon I just…I completely converted Derek back to how he would have been without anyone in his life and I hated it, truly hated it as leery as I am of writing them starting their relationship it was better than the mess I made of the last few chapters let me tell you. Which means Peter's been on his own for three years already . I didn't want it to be that long damn it! Will Harry help Peter regardless of Laura and her alpha orders or will she be willing to let him help? make her a bit more agreeable? R&R please