Okay, so this chapter's the absolute last in this story. I hope y'all enjoy it. And a very Merry Christmas to all of y'all!

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An English Werewolf in America


Horatio gazed intently at the young man sullenly sitting in front of him. Warren Wilkins was a tall, thin, but muscular man, with thick black hair, stormy grey eyes, and small, wire-rimmed glasses. He also had a few cuts on his face from when he had fallen on the ground. Behind the glass, Remus stood with Tonks, ready in case the man tried to use magic. They, along with Speedle, Delko and Calleigh, were the only ones in the hallway. They had shut down the area as soon as Wilkins was in the room, under the pretense of conducting repairs. An Anti-Disapparition Jinx was also on the room. They weren't about to take any chances.

"So what is it you want with me?" he demanded.

Horatio spoke slowly and clearly. "I want to know why you were running from us."

Wilkins snorted. "Wouldn't you if you were being attacked by a wild-eyed man?"

"I'm not falling for that trick, Wilkins. I suggest that if you want to avoid the death penalty, you'll start talking."

Wilkins narrowed his eyes. "What do you want?"

"Ah, so we've finally got down to business." Horatio picked up a bag off the floor. He dumped its contents on the table. "Two nights ago, there was an attempted murder. These are the victim's clothes." And indeed, Carol's bloodstained shirt and pants were on the table. "Sad to say, she didn't survive the night." Of course, it was a lie, but the man didn't need to know that.

He saw a glimmer of pleasure in the man's eyes. "Too bad."

"Yes, especially when the killer escaped."

Wilkins shrugged. "Not my problem." He looked behind Horatio at the one-way mirror. "Is there anybody on the other side?"

Horatio raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

The man grinned. It was a feral grin, not unlike the one he had seen on the black werewolf. "Oh, no reason." He stood up, his handcuffs awkward, and turned on the spot. He seemed surprised when nothing happened.

"If you're trying to Disapparate, an Anti-Apparition Ward has been placed on this room to prevent your escape."

The man froze, cocking his head at Horatio. "You didn't get your memory wiped yesterday, so who in your family is a witch or wizard?"

"Does it matter?"

"Guess not," smirked Wilkins. "Soon as the American Ministry finds out about this, they'll have a team of Obliviators on this place faster than you can say firewhiskey." He leaned forward. "You know what? It's a shame Greyback got taken down years ago. He had the right idea. You humans are too weak on your own." He nodded toward the glass. "I heard about that pink-haired one. Brave of her to marry a werewolf. And have a kid. Two kids, actually. 'Course, I would've bitten the little suckers soon as they were born."

Tonks had had enough and stormed into the room, Remus right behind her. "Auror Tonks-Lupin, British Department of Magical Law Enforcement," she said, flashing her badge at the werewolf. Her hair had turned Weasley red in anger and as she spoke, it was with the calm fury of an enraged mother. "Warren Wilkins, you are under arrest for the murder of two Muggles and one witch and the attempted murder, with low lycanthropic effects, of another witch. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in the Wizengamot Court of America. If you cannot pay for a lawyer or do not have one, one will be provided for you by the American Ministry for Magic. Do you understand these terms?"

Wilkins nodded, his teeth bared. She flicked her wand and the werewolf was bound and gagged. Another flick and Wilkins was Stunned.

"May I have your hairclip?" Tonks asked Calleigh. Calleigh shrugged and handed it to her. "Portus." The hairclip shone with a bright blue light, then faded. "I'll be right back." She grabbed Wilkins and said clearly, "Miami-Dade Magical Law Enforcement." The two disappeared with a loud pop.

"We'd better let the area go," said Remus. "People might be getting suspicious."

"What about Tonks?" asked Delko.

Remus shrugged. "She'll Apparate back to our apartment. We'll be here a few more days and then we'll be heading back to jolly old England."

Horatio nodded and called Yelina on his cell. "Hey, Yelina, we're done with the situation in the back conference room. Thanks. Hey, grab the tape for this room and bring it to me in my office, would you? Thanks again." He hung up. "All right, that's taken care of."

The five of them left the conference room.

"Hey, Remus," said Horatio suddenly. "Do you and Tonks like barbeque?"


"That's what I thought. There's a Sonny's BBQ© just up the street from here. Why don't you and Tonks join us there at six?" With a sweep of his hand, he included Calleigh, Speedle, and Delko.

"Sure! I'll go tell Tonks. Casual wear?" Horatio nodded. "See you there!" Remus suddenly disappeared with a loud CRACK! It echoed down the hall, startling the CSIs. Delko shuddered.

"I don't know how they do that thing effortlessly," he muttered.

Calleigh, too, shivered. "I think I would prefer one of those Portkeys. Or even a broom. That'd be nice."

Horatio grinned. Yep, just another day in the lives of the CSI: Miami crew.

Part XIV

That night, they were in the back party room, specially reserved for parties. And they were the only party in that room tonight.

"To Tonks and Remus," said Horatio, lifting his glass of sweet tea in a salute. "Without them, we never would have solved the case."

"Hear, hear," the rest said. Tonks grinned as she drank her Mr. Pibb©, while Remus inhaled sharply as the flavor of the sweet tea hit his tongue. He choked and Tonks had to hit him on his back.

"What's the matter, Remus, you never had sweet tea before?" asked Delko over his glass of Coca-Cola©. Speedle snorted into his glass of sweet tea.

"No," sputtered Remus. "I – cough – always had – cough – my tea – cough – hot."

Tonks rolled her eyes and took out her wand. "Anapneo," she muttered, pointing it Remus's throat.

Instantly, Remus stopped coughing. "Thanks, honey."

Horatio laughed. "Just wait until you bite into the barbeque. You'll never want to eat regular chicken or ribs ever again."

Calleigh grinned at their looks. "Yep, it's All-You-Can-Eat Chicken or Ribs tonight," she said happily, sipping her Sprite©.

Tonks and Remus looked at each other. "Oh, boy," they said together.

They all laughed.

"Okay, clothes, packed. Toilet stuffs, packed. Remus's brain…"

"Hey, my brain is perfectly all right!" shouted Remus from the next room.

"Just checking!" Tonks yelled back. The doorbell rang, distracting them both.

"I got it!" shouted Remus. He opened the door to see Horatio standing there with two small packages in his hands. "Hello, Horatio!"

"Hey, Remus. Can I come in for a minute?"

"Sure. Hey, Dora, Horatio's here!"

"Remus John Lupin, how many times do I have to tell you – Wotcher, Horatio! – not to call me Dora!"

Remus grinned at her cheekily. "Probably a lot."

Tonks rolled her eyes. "You hung around with my cousin too much in school, you know that."

"I'm sure he would've considered that a compliment."

"Forgive me for asking, but who was your cousin?" asked Horatio.

"You probably heard about him back in 1993, when he escaped from prison. Sirius Black."

"I did, as a matter of fact. The news reached all the way over here."

"Well, he was innocent, and he had broken out to kill the man actually responsible for his incarceration. But the rat got away and Sirius was on the run for two years." She sighed. "He was killed protecting his godson. And then the government finally gave him a posthumous pardon after finally realizing its mistake!"


"You have no idea," said Remus lowly. "I'm the only one Harry looks to now."

Horatio nodded. "I have something here for you, a souvenir of sorts." He handed the packages to them. They opened them to find two police badges engraved with their full names.

"You – you actually put Nymphadora on mine?" she sputtered.

Horatio grinned. "It was a tight fit, but yeah. I made some discreet investigations, put you both in the Muggle police network so if you happened to show up at a crime scene, they'll let you through without question."

She laughed. "You know what, Remus? I think he would've have been in Gryffindor with you."

"One of our school houses," explained Remus at Horatio's bemused look. "Gryffindor is known for having the bold people." To Tonks, he said, "With cleverness like that, probably Slytherin."

"What house were you in?"

"Hufflepuff," said Tonks. "Where the loyal and hard-working go."

"And I must say, the fact that she turned her hair blue in protest was funny," inserted Remus.

"How do you know, you weren't there!"

"No, but you did send Sirius a letter, which he shared with me and James."

"Figures he would do that," she muttered. "Thanks, Horatio."

"You're welcome. And if you ever come back to Miami, stop by, okay? And bring those kids of yours."

"You bet." Remus frowned. "What about that thing Speedle was working on?"

"Ah," said Horatio, grinning, "he told me to give you this." He handed Remus a three-inch vial filled with a yellow substance. "This is a basic chemical compound of the Wolfsbane Potion. With a little tweaking, Speedle reckons he'll be able to make it last up to six months."

"Any chance for a cure?" asked Remus hopefully.

"We'll see," said Horatio.

His eyes shimmering slightly, Remus stuck out his hand. "Thanks for everything. See you."

"See you," echoed Horatio, grasping Remus's hand. "Make sure he stays out of trouble," he added to Tonks.

"I'll do my best," she said.

Horatio laughed.

Outside, the late April sunshine shone. People in bathing suits laid on the beaches, absorbing the sun's rays. Children shrieked as they chased each other, kicking up sand as they ran. Others made sand castles while their parents watched or helped.

Yeah, life in Miami, Florida was definitely perfect.


Yay, I finally get to see those two words! Um, I don't know if I'll write a sequel, but if I do, it's not in the near future. Spring semester going to be hard enough without adding a new story to the fray. It's my fourth semester out of approximately six, possibly seven, if you count a summer course I might have to take, so, yeah, busy, busy. Going for my Associate of Mathematics. Yay! Calculus is fun! (Hears choking disguised as coughing) Well, fun for me, anyway. The exams weren't. I've got about a 3.5 GPA, so my HOPE scholarship will keep coming.

To my very patient reviewers, who have stuck through to the end:

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If you want me, I'll be off finishing up two minor stories, and, of course, work on PRA2. I'm not going to turn down reviews! Also, I do have a forum board open and my PM and e-mail work, so use those for any leftover questions you forget or if you want to discuss the story among yourselves.

So, until we meet again…