More Than Just A New Beginning

Chapter 14

Harry stared at the little coyote that was completely out of it on his desk. The poor thing had been all but dumped on his desk before they made their hasty exit. They'd taken great care so the little thing wasn't hurt though, they just didn't want to be around for the showdown when the spells wore off on the inevitably grouchy thing. Such a young thing, how had she survived so long on her own? What the hell had Talia been thinking? Giving a damn shifter child to mundane's? Such an oversight was negligible, she could have been arrested if they'd known and she'd been alive. Not to forget removing Peter's memories and having a child adopted without its parents' approval.

Sighing softly, Harry flicked his wand and had everything he needed settled into his bag. Sliding it over his shoulder, he scooped up the Coyote and eased Malia's head onto his shoulder, she was definitely heavier than he thought. "My life, I swear," Harry murmured in disbelief, shaking his head. Most of his life had been dedicated to his work, he'd never left work earlier unless injured…and here he was leaving, uninjured, honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if his guys thought he was a pod person.

"My phone is on if I'm needed," Harry called to everyone, as he entered the bullpen.

He received quiet murmurs of confirmation and agreement, all of them looking as if they wanted to pet the coyote but aware that it was a human being in animal form. Not just a human being but a child. A small child.

He didn't need to tell them Zane was in charge it was well known by now that Zane took charge when Harry could not. Harry used wandless wordless magic to open the doors, as he made his way out of MACUSA, rather hoping that Malia would remain asleep at least until he got her to the apartment. The last thing he needed was her rousing as he Apparated them home.

Everyone stared at Harry as he passed, but surprisingly nobody came near, but he heard mutters of disbelief 'that he had the guts' to let a coyote's mouth to be so close to his neck. Honestly, it's not like he wouldn't know the child was stirring and take precautions, without hurting him or herself. That's if she even remembered her life as a child, and hadn't forgotten or supressed it in order to survive.

Magicking the door open, he pressed the young form of the coyote closer, he wrapped his magic around both of them before Apparating. Pausing briefly, to make sure she was alright, he nodded before advancing on his own doorstep, which was promptly opened by Derek who was watching avidly.

To go from only having Laura to having a mate, and Peter…Cora and a cousin he hadn't known…it was like a dream come true. Derek was a born werewolf, had never gone a day without multiple pack bonds from the moment he was born until that devasting day. Having only one alpha bond…leaving him weaker than he'd ever been in his life, insecure, scared, terrified, and wanting more, which left him more guilty.

His nostrils flared, definitely a Werecoyote then, not just a coyote. Familiarising himself with her scent, "She's got the Hale gift," he said reverently, another female, it didn't seem such a coincidence. It seemed to be a gift that female Hales were born with.

"She may be stuck, she didn't attempt to change back at all, if not for the blood tracking…nobody would have believed that she was human." Harry explained as he made his way inside, to see Peter pacing back and forth a constipated look on his face. Clearly worried about something…not being a good father?

"Is she feral?" Peter asked quietly, staring at the coyote impassively, if not for the fact Cora and Derek could feel how apprehensive and terrified, he was they would have thought he just didn't care.

"I don't know," Harry said honestly, as he entered his home, the Coyote safely ensconced in his arms. "She'll wake very soon, and no doubt she'll be very confused."

The three Hales were watching with rapid fascination, "Go figure you'd have a daughter that can fully shift before her maturity," Cora said wryly, mesmerised. "But why? What happened to her that she changed so soon?" aware that trauma could induce the shift early.

"We are in the belief that someone shot the car, whether it was an accident or not, we don't know. It was only a single gunshot though. The resulting attack led to a car crash, and Malia transforming due to her fear. Since then we believe she's remained stuck in her Coyote form." Harry easily explained to Cora, who wasn't as well informed as Peter and Derek, she'd only been home a few hours after all.

"Then use your Alpha voice to help her get out of it," Peter replied, his fingers brushing down the deep dark matted and coarse hair. Unable to believe that this was his daughter, what her own Alpha, her aunt had condemned her to. Was it because of what he did to Derek? No, it had been before that debacle. She was eight-years-old after all, just a few years younger than his youngest niece.

Harry immediately and vehemently shook his head, "She doesn't know what's happening to her Peter. She knows nothing of the supernatural world. To roar her out of it will traumatise her further…and for all I know actually prevent her from changing forms again."

"Then what do you expect us to do? Let her live her life as a Coyote?" Peter asked aghast, disturbed by the way the conversation was going.

"No, you'll need to tell her some things, in a way a young child would understand. Your relation, why she was adopted, what you are, what she is, how to transform back and let her come to you on her own. There's no rush at all, she's been through hell, Peter." Harry explained, green eyes pained, "She lost people she loved, her own pack, maybe not as many as you did, but she nevertheless still lost them and remained close to the burnt-out wreck of a car and her adopted family's belongings."

Peter inhaled sharply, finally seeing it from his daughters' point of view. He grudgingly nodded, "We've never completed the transformation, I wouldn't know how to encourage the change."

"Speak for yourself," Cora said with a smug grin, she had transformed, but only the once unfortunately. She hadn't been able to do it again, she wasn't sure why.

"There are books available in the Hale family vault," Peter said, giving Cora a curious look. She certainly hadn't mentioned being able to do the full shift. "I would like to return and retrieve what I need, how long will it take for my identity to be restored?" he'd been in a coma for years, everything used for identification purposes was a melted mess in his ancestral home. Including his bank cards, which obviously without, he couldn't gain access to his money.

Derek shifted; he definitely didn't want to return to that cursed town. He didn't want anyone to go. The fear of losing them after just finding them was so strong that his claws unsheathed as if he was about to physically stop them doing anything to do with Beacon Hills.

Harry noticed, of course he did, he always noticed, and pressed a reassuring hand on Derek's shoulder. "Ah, that," Harry said, looking stuck, but the look of utterly longing and besottment on his face. Derek's face was always so closed off, to see another more positive emotion on his face was beautiful. Lips twitching, he shuffled over, placing Malia in Coyote form into his arms.

Once she was safely ensconced in Derek's arms, Harry began to rummage around in his bag. Until he found a folder marked for Peter Hale. It wasn't the first time Peter had expressed concern about proving his identity due to losing it all in the fire. Finding it, he handed it over with a flourish, everything he'd need to prove his identity was there.

"I also have a favour to ask of you, I see here you used to be a PI, but it wasn't your main occupation." Harry said, sitting himself down next to Derek, Peter and Cora were wedged on the other side, petting at the groggy Coyote.

"Yes," Peter agreed, brow furrowing, what did that have to do with anything. When he wasn't working for the pack, he hunted down items of a magical nature for his clients, whether it was books, charms, amulets and potions.

"Was it looking for people?" Harry required confirmation, already suspecting, since that's what PI's usually did, unless he used PI as a Mundane cover for his magical occupation. One just never knew, and Harry would rather have confirmation.

"Yes," Peter confirmed, they were quick and easy cases, with their scent it was astonishing simple to hunt them down.

"This is a cold case, glacial one might say, the child is a suspected werewolf, its own pack adjacent weren't able to find her." Harry explained handing over another file. "Her mother is a witch, and she had a bracelet on with a tracking charm that was left a few miles from the crime scene. It apparently rained which washed away her scent, preventing even their best trackers from getting a hint of her scent."

"They killed the father," Peter said, a look of distaste on his face, "It's not the first case I've heard where children are abducted, until they have proof of whether they're a werewolf or not."

"And the fact the child hasn't been found?" Harry pondered on Peter's view of what happened. He knew that part of the supernatural far greater than his own.

Peter inhaled sharply, "It doesn't look good," he admitted, glancing at his daughter, "But considering new information…hell, she could have transformed herself and is unable to change back."

"She's related to the Hales?" Harry asked quietly.

"Very distantly, through marriage," Peter explained, "We don't have much to do with that side of the family. Or rather Talia didn't, she didn't see the point to having connections that far away." Even if they were somewhat distantly related. It seemed that Laura behaved the same way, fleeing to New York instead of going to one of the families allies or to the Hale family, presumably out of a misbegotten fear that she'd lose her Alpha powers.

"Talking about Hales," Harry said, shifting through his bag again before handing over a piece of paper to Derek. "Fill this in, you need to do it to be approved to see Laura before Sunday."

"Is it Wizarding or just some part of the supernatural we knew nothing about?" Peter requested to know, as always, his thirst for information was as strong as ever. He'd never heard of an Alpha camp before, and his mind went to torture and isolation before all else, even if he didn't think Harry would allow it. He didn't seem to hate werewolves, no not seem, he didn't, his own mate was a werewolf.

"Bit of both, it's becoming more widespread these days, as we make our presence heard and known in the supernatural world. More and more people are turning up to the massive pack gathering during the full moon. Acres and acres of land all cornered off, safe for everyone to run free under the full moon with the protection of MACUSA behind them." Harry said passionately, he had set it up, when he'd learned they had nowhere safe to roam around where they could protect themselves under the full moon. Which was understandable, New York was packed full of humans. "It gives packs a chance to mingle, pick up the latest hunter hot spots to avoid and such. There's always a few Aurors at these things to ensure that you're all updated. We want to keep the supernatural safe."

"Will it fix whatever is wrong with Laura?" Cora asked, a note of vulnerability in her voice. It was easy to forget that Cora was only twelve-years-old. Still a child, who had survived the unspeakable while she thought her entire family had died in flames.

"If there was anything ever wrong with her," Harry corrected softly, eyes gleaming in sympathy. "We don't know what your mother was teaching her, you must understand you've been taught to run when it comes to hunters…as children it's to be expected…but for your mother to continue that sentiment in a would-be-alpha…even if you had found your sister it would have been no life at all."

Derek shifted, the desire to defend his sister really strong despite the fact all Harry said was true. It had been horrific living the way Laura had forced them to live the past two years. No pack, no connection, no den, just endless running and living in disgusting apartments. He was glad in a self-depreciating way that Cora hadn't had to live that way. That she'd been able to live with a pack, settle somewhat and more importantly come home to them.

Things would be different now; it might not have been all that long but he knew it would be. No stinky apartment, no running, no fear, here he was with pack, his mate, and if that meant no Laura…well, Derek would live with that, even if it meant he felt torn. Disloyal.

Peter pressed his lips together, thinking of his own tribulations when it came to his niece. Speaking about this was having it rear its ugly head, something he'd tried to stop himself thinking about. He'd been alone, pack less, just ripe for the picking for any hunter that got the idea into their heads to walk into his room. The hospital might be stringent when it comes to security, but it wasn't that stringent. They would have found a way in and could have killed him. It was a very sobering thought. Sure, he and Laura weren't all that close, when he was home it was always Derek, making up for the years of training Talia was giving her daughter. Which he disproved of, any of them could become Alpha's as any given point, his point as usual, was normally ignored. To have woken up to the knowledge his own pack, his own family had left him for dead…it was still playing havoc with his mind. Cora was so young, she'd been abandoned too, if anything they had something in common. Plus, she'd always been his favourite niece. Derek…Derek was still lost and grieving, clung to the only pack he had…living with further regrets, still so young, despite all he'd been through. He'd grow and learn from what had happened to him, should have done already, if Laura had paid him a speck of attention, the scent of guilt and shame had been the first to hit him when he came around, it was repugnant really. It was less obvious now, having pack around him – more than just Laura – was helping ease Derek in a way Laura as an alpha couldn't.

"Do you know whether her scent was saved?" Peter questioned, having needed something to do to stop himself dwelling on what Laura had done and so read the case file, which wasn't much at all, the mother he presumed had filled in more than the police had.

"I have no idea, I only spoke to her for ten minutes," Harry explained, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Why not use the blood spell to find her?" Peter questioned, utterly baffled, they'd found Malia in less than a day with the blood honing spell. So, it obviously worked on creatures.

"It's one of the first things they do," Harry explained, "Charms and spells work against them, hell even somewhere saturated in a lot of magic can stop it working correctly. Doesn't it say? The results should be in the file, I've not yet read the official one, just the one the mother gave me." He had only just had the file sent to him before Malia had been put before him.

"If this is how Aurors work then I'm surprised any case is ever solved," Peter said derisively, unable to help himself. It was disgustingly shoddy work, and quite frankly it didn't appear that they'd even bothered overly much to find a missing little girl. "Definitely no talk of blood runes or tracking."

"Let me see," Harry demanded, brow furrowed, that just wasn't possible, it was one of the first things usually offered in a missing persons case, if they were magical of a magical creature…against mundane's though, it didn't work.

He all but snatched the folder out of Peter's hand, before meticulously righting all the parchment, and began to read. It did not take long at all and Harry could not refute Peter's earlier words. His lips pursed, when he noticed the Auror in charge of the case, and more importantly, his age. There was absolutely no cause for this kind of sloppy work, he had been working for the MCD for nearing a decade, it was disgusting. There had been no attempt at tracking, she hadn't been asked for her blood, he'd gone to the crime scene, did the primarily work, and then just the bare minimum, he was enraged by this display of uncaring attitude. Was it because the girl was a werewolf? He needed to talk to him.

Grabbing his phone, he called MACUSA, "Major crimes department, how may I help?"

"This is Auror Harry Potter, Jackie, put me through to Auror Cassius Amicus." Harry said, tense and exuding anger, but remaining polite with the woman, she wasn't responsible for his anger.

"One moment please," she said, before the call went through.

"Hello, this is Auror Amicus," drawled a bored voice.

"This is Harry Potter," Harry begun in a clipped tone, "I've taken over case 34590, the Sara Reed case,"

"Ah, the werewolf girl, I remember it," Amicus drawled, unaware of how dangerously close Harry was to completely losing his shit with him.

"Why wasn't the locating blood rune offered?" Harry barked out, taking no delight in the way it sounded as if Amicus made the sound of a dying whale and feet thudding as he was suddenly wakening up properly and paying attention. "You did absolutely nothing to find that little girl!"

"How could I with werewolves trampling all over my damn crime scene!" Amicus balked at taking the entire blame. "I didn't know what was what! Then it rained washing away whatever evidence I could have collected! They were snarling like beasts every time I got close!"

"That may be so, but why didn't you ask for rune tracking? If you had her mother would have given up her blood in a heartbeat!" Harry snapped out, still furious. "And of course, they were snarling, they were trying to follow her scent and every person that stepped over it was reducing the likelihood of them succeeding. You should have been more diplomatic! It takes all of five minutes to scour a crimes scene and get everything you need! You don't even have to contaminate the scene magic can accomplish it easily!" defending the werewolves, he would have done even if he had not met Derek.

"Look…blood tracking has barely been legalised…it isn't something I just jumped to right away." He protested, sighing in exasperation.

"Really? Going with the old school routine?" Harry said scathingly, "That's funny since my team didn't seem to have the same problem." Every excuse the guy was giving was just irritating him more.

"What do you want from me?" he finally asked.

"To do your goddamned job so I didn't have to do it for you!" Harry hissed out like a feral cat. "You better pray she's still alive!" with that Harry pressed end call still seething. He was going to put in a complaint regardless of whether they found the girl or not, this sort of work was just unacceptable.

Glancing at the folder once more, he typed in the cell phone number for Sally Reed and called her. He couldn't believe just how much the damn Aurors had screwed up this case.

"Hello?" a lot of background noise indicated that Sally had not returned straight home after their conversation.

"Sally? It's Auror Harry Potter here, listen, I'm not sure if you're aware but blood tracking runes were legalised a year ago. MACUSA has been using it to find missing persons, with the permission of the parents naturally."

"You mean…" came the choked reply.

It didn't surprise Harry that there were magics out there that people didn't know about. "Yes, we can track her down within minutes, if she isn't under strong wards or…no longer with us." He said softly, quietly, laden with sympathy but he couldn't let her get her hopes up. He knew the possibility of her surviving this long was a very, very long shot. "I need you to get back to the MACUSA as soon as possible, I'll be there personally to oversee everything. When can you get there?"

"Five minutes, I'll be there in five minutes, I promise," Sally said, a sob caught in her chest, aware that this was going to tell her once and for all if her daughter was dead or alive. At long last someone was actually helping her, she hated that it had taken an entire year to have someone listen to her. She swore that she would take the bite if she got her daughter back, they could be the same kind, she would understand her in a way she couldn't right now as a witch. She'd do anything as long as her daughter was alive.

"Take your time, don't Splinch yourself," Harry ordered, before shutting off his phone. "I guess I won't need your help after all." He sighed, shaking his head, "Or should I say more help," although he would have realized sooner or later about the lack of rune tracking charms, probably as soon as he read the actual case file, the paperwork for that particular part was ominously blank.

"There's plenty of deer in the freezer, if you rub the rune it will defrost immediately so you can cook it. All I ask is that at least two pieces are left alone, I have plans for them." Harry said softly, as he gathered up everything, "Don't try to force the change, Peter, let her come to trust you. Fruit and veg are in the fridge, I'm sure you could all do with something decent to eat, instead of more take-aways."

Before they could get a word out edge wise, the room was down an occupant yet again.

"Is he always like this?" Peter asked bemused, still staring at where Harry had been just moments prior. He was quite often busy and it would have been amazing to have the ability to go from one place to the next in a single crack.

"He's the head of his entire department, when he's not working, he's often on his phone dealing with one thing or another. At a certain point he stops working and will only take emergency calls." Derek said proudly, and he was most definitely proud of his mate. He was a protector, a defender, it's no surprise that he was also their Alpha.

Glancing down at his phone, which had just buzzed he chuckled, one hand still carding over Malia, while Cora did the same leaning against him, just relishing in the closeness, "Harry's sending someone to take you to Beacon Hills, once the Chaos Demon is dealt with. He has a spare trunk in the cupboard, it has his initials on it, it will make sure you can take everything you want from the vault, all of it even, it's spelled so that it's expandable. He's suggesting you clear it out since people know about it." unable to use the word 'Kate' he had told her about it.

"Will, I require your assistance," Harry called out, as he entered the bullpen, "Ritual room, five minutes," Will hadn't done this particular ritual yet, as easy as it was, it would be good experience for him. Especially when he began to working on individual cases, which he would sooner or later. He liked to prepare his team for any potential possibility.

"Yes, Sir!" Will called out, almost falling out of his chair in his eagerness to do as bid.

Zane snorted, shaking his head ruefully, "I'll finish up here, take your lunch break after." He had expected that eagerness to be gone by now, but he was definitely a hard worker and deserved his spot on the team. All Harry wanted from his team was diligence, hard worker, down to earth and competence, he'd chosen them all well.

"What sort of Ritual are we doing today?" Will asked Harry, none of his earlier eagerness exuding from him as he kept with Harry's stride.

"Blood tracking, child's been missing a year, there isn't a significantly high chance of success. Nonetheless, she specifically asked for me, and I will see to it that I exhaust even avenue available to me to aid her. Success isn't measured by how many cases you close, but the people you help." Harry explained as he made his way along the corridor, gesturing towards an Auror and Sally Reed to come forward. "Thank you, Victoria," giving her a genuine smile, "Ma'am, follow me, please,"

"Sally, this is Auror Will, Will, this is Sally Reed," Harry introduced them as he walked down the corridor, opening the door to the ritual room. There was unsurprisingly nobody there.

"Nice to meet you ma'am, despite the circumstances," Will said, his cherubic face solemn as the occasion calls for.

Sally just nodded giving a tremulant smile, almost against stepping in the room. In a few minutes…she'd know for sure. She wasn't quite ready to deal with the possibility of course, but she had to face it.

It was a bare room, naught but a table, with blue walls and still cement floor. If one looked closely, you'd see the gold simmer inlay of gold, as runes were spread out across the four walls and even on the door, but most people didn't peel back the layer to see the room for its glory. With a single table in the middle, with a dip in the middle for any herbs or water or such that was needed for any ritual. Most people here were too nervous or just too used to it.

"Fill this in," Harry said, it seemed to would be saying that a lot today.

Sally accepted it cautiously, glancing down at it, realizing it was a form. She'd be signing up that she agreed to give blood, for it to be used for the purpose of the ritual. "This doesn't say what ritual…"

Harry chuckled softly, "Not yet, you're supposed to fill it in," Harry explained as he explained everything on an empty version to Will. Making sure to reiterate that it was important to make sure everything was filled out correctly. Also adding to Sally, "It's basically a contract for your own piece of mind, once the ritual is cast, we're promising to destroy any remnants of blood and of course, the tracking charm once the intended recipient has in fact, been tracked." Unrolling a map so that the magic would have a focal point to tell them exactly where she was.

"Oh, I see," Sally murmured flushing a bit, feeling rather embarrassed.

"Don't be ashamed of your questions, its well within your right to ask them." Harry added, seriously. "Contracts are not to be trifled with."

"It really is a contract then?" Will asked, staring at the document, "I just sort of thought it was for MACUSA so they didn't get into trouble." He'd never been here for it.

"No, all rituals MACUSA do, are contracts so that we all know our rights." Harry lectured him, "It's important that both parties read it over once it's been filled and you don't just sign it."

Will nodded his understanding.

Within ten minutes the contract was written out and signed by all three of them. Will was a witness to it, which was required, another reason he was here. Normally Harry would ask Zane but Will needed to learn the ins and outs, he was the youngest and newest Auror they had in the department. Well, if you did not include Jordan naturally, since he had joined his department now.

Plus, Zane was looking for a cadet to go undercover to investigate Doctor Druid Deaton. It wasn't often they got to prevent crimes, so Harry was all for making sure he had no ill intent towards a budding spark of all things.

Although, they had to make sure that Druid couldn't detect their sort of magic, otherwise they would need to use a squib which wasn't a bad thing, per se, just different.

"Are you ready?" Harry said seriously, she was about to find out whether her daughter was alive.

"I've been ready, for a year," she said straightening her spine.

Harry nodded, and with that done, the ritual was performed.

Sally trembled as she watched the map, a single red dot, that's all she wanted to see. Her heart was pounding erratically in her ribcage as she waited. Tears began to shimmer in her eyes as nothing appeared. Merlin, no, please, no.

Her legs suddenly felt weak, as if they couldn't hold her up anymore, just when Harry spoke, "Here we go," already tapping away at the area with his wand, Will clutched the woman giving her strength and stopping her from falling now this time through sheer relief and happiness than despair.

"Shall I assemble the team?" Will asked, keeping an eye on the witch. Unobtrusively hiding her gaze from the map, so she couldn't see where exactly they'd be going. He knew she would want to go and she couldn't, she'd make the situation worse. No, it was best left up to the professionals, and thus he took away the temptation.

Harry picked up the map, "Zane, Charlie and Jerry," folding until he was holding the exact location aloft. Perfect, he was surprised to see that she was still alive, if the mother thought she was to be a werewolf…and given what Peter had said, well, yes, he'd been surprised that the red dot had flared, as the live tracking rune took effect. Stupid asshat of an Auror hadn't even done this…to think if he had this would not have been needed a year later. "Have them meet me outside, go!"

"Yes, Sir!" Will said, already leaving, he could have sent a Patronus, but he needed to grab his own gear. If he tried to leave without it…he'd be left behind. It wasn't the first time such a thing had happened…and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

"Where is she?" she wanted to know, stepping forward.

"I'm sorry I cannot reveal that information," Harry said seriously, "You will just make things more complicated; ma'am, believe me, this is for your own good. You can wait in the waiting room until we return…with your daughter." A small smile on his face, "Your daughter," it bore repeating, "Just one last thing you can do for her, until you get her in your arms." He shouldn't be giving her reassurances like that…not when they could fail spectacularly, but he did so anyway.

He was only human after all.

Still, he would do all he could to bring that little girl back to her mother.

"Have patience," seeing her resolve crumbling to dust under his carefully calculated words. He couldn't wait any longer, however, so he guided her out of the room, the remaining blood disappearing without a word spoken. Closing the door behind him he ushered her wordlessly to the waiting room. "Just in here."

With that Harry turned swiftly, before making his way downstairs, everything he needed was still packed in his bag. Which he begun putting on while in the elevator down to the last floor. Normally, he didn't bother using them, but it had been right there, empty, and he did need to get to his team to deal with the latest case.

"Alright team, did Will update you all?" Harry called, as he bolted towards them, trying to get his shirt back on with his bulletproof (which really only what it looked like) it had every spell conceivable to protect them was on them. Buttoning it up as he stopped in front of them.

"Sally Reed, daughter, Sara Reed, kidnapped, we have a location," Zane stated clipped and cool.

"Unknown number of perps, unknown presentation," presentation simply meant they didn't know what kind of person they were dealing with. Whether it was human mundane, wizards, witches, or any of the long list of supernatural creatures they did indeed have. "We go as is normal, surround the area, Anti-Apparation, Anti-Portkey and the normal Mundane shields," to stop Mundane's from getting close and unknowingly endangering themselves.

"Vests on?" Zane questioned curtly, more out of habit than a real fear that they had forgotten. Oh, they all had done it in the beginning, but it had been a long time since any of them were probationary.

"On," Will and Jerry agreed, "Guns, wand, and badge." They added in sync, just proving how well they worked together.

"And ear pieces," Harry said, thrusting out the box, "Which will be useless if we're dealing with werewolves or any other similar supernatural creature." Their hearing was massively, massively advanced compared to their own.

As he waited on the others to put their ear pieces on, he couldn't help but wonder how everything was going with the newest Hale addition. He could feel them all in his chest, the pack bonds, thrumming quite contently and happily. He wasn't sure if they were content and happy or if it was how pack bonds naturally felt, he would begin to understand in time he suspected.

Well except for Malia, who wasn't officially pack yet, she was largely unaware of the supernatural world…or her own father. It was going to be a massive change for the girl, but she'd be just fine soon enough, children were resilient in a way adults weren't. They tended to bounce back quite well. From most situations.

Let's see how yet another little girl fared, she had to have one hundred percent of his focus. He could not allow his thoughts to be divided, it wasn't just his team relying on him.

It was a grown witch with the expectation of her daughter being returned to her.

A little girl who had done no wrong.

The citizens of New York City.

And his own personal code that demanded it.

At home, he'd be at home.

At work, he'd focus 100% on work.

"Let's get this girl home." Harry stated firmly to his team, "And without any injuries this time, right?" his tone wry, it had been him who had been injured last mission after all.

A/n – I tried to remember everything I had written before my computer broke on me, and failed spectacularly, so I had to begin all over again! Doh! But I think this one is even better I hope you enjoyed it! Downside? I've got another muse clawing at me 😊 do you enjoy his work in this story and shall I continue? Or would you like to see it more pack centric? Of course, there will be many pack days when Harry's off work etc…Will Laura 'recover' or is it just how Laura is? How she'd been taught by her mother? Would you like a glimpse into the 'camp' and all it entails? R&R please!