Author's note: Hello, everyone.

For those who don't know me, I am French and I already have published some stories here, inducing one about Newt and Tina : " The most wonderful Christmas gift". So it will be the second one . this one will have two parts.

I just ask you to be understanding if there are some grammar mistakes. English is not my native language and no one is reading and correcting my latest stories . I must confess that i rather write in English because i find that more beautiful than in French.

You have to know that this story doesn't follow The Crimes of Grindelwald even if i have seen the movie twice and i immensely enjoyed it. I had this idea in my head and i had to write it down.

So here you go.

Read and review, please.

Enjoy !

Disclaiemer: i am not J. K. Rowling so I don't own any of this .

I can't live without you .

Part one: New York

It was a beautiful sunny day in New York. A lovely brunette came out of the Woolworth building. She wore a light grey pants and a white blouse, holding a long black leather coat. Her hair was black and short, square cut and plunge. A fringe covered her forehead. She slipped a lock of hair behind one of her ears. This gesture made her smile reminding her of a certain English kind man that occupied her thoughts since his return to London. She took over the direction of her flat. The streets were very crowded with this lovely weather but she didn't pay attention. She had a long and hard day at work and she wanted to be home to relax. Her sister will probably wait for her with a coffee and some pastries from Jacob Kowalki's bakery. Her sister only bought her bread and pastries there now. The young woman knew that it was her sister's excuse to see the baker.

At last, she was there. She passed the concierge 's lodge without making any noise. When she entered, silence hit her. The flat was empty which was odd because Queenie should be here. But she wasn't worried, Queenie had probably changed her plan to go see Jacob. So, she will make the most of her loneliness by taking a long and hot bath. After this tired and long day, she deserved it and she wasn't going to deprive herself of it. She went to her bedroom and retrieved a book on the bedtime table .

She went back to the bathroom, put the book on the little wood stool right next to the bathtub. As the water filled it up, she prepared herself. As she entered the hot and foamed water, she released a long sigh of relief. After settling down comfortably, she grabbed the book on the little stool. It was a black leather cover book whose golden creatures were decorating the front cover just as the title in golden letters too: Fantastic Beasts and where to find Them. She stroked it with her fingertips, the candle's lights made them shine. A beautiful smile appeared then, it was one of pride and love. Next, she opened it and took a piece of paper folded on four.

She began to read it.

London, 24th April 1928

My dear Tina,

I haven't much time to write to you so I am sorry but it only is a short note. Anyway, I wanted you to know that I will travel for a few weeks in Burkina Faso. I have some new researches to do about Runspoors . I need some updates for the next edition of my book. I won't probably be able to give you some news, so please don't worry about my silence, I will be immersed in my work. As soon as I came back, I will write to you right away and give you news.

During this time, take care of you, of Jacob and Queenie.

I miss you.

Yours truly, Newt

She caressed his signature, she missed him too. She folded and pulled it back inside the book and turned the pages to find what it was saying about the runpoor. She, of course, knew it for reading Newt's book several times but once more she wanted to be sure. Maybe she was wrong or she had mixed her knowledges with another beast. She read again but sadly her brain remembered very well the article and she sighed. It had taken him more time than he had told in this letter because it was middle of June and she hadn't received any news from him since then.

So, she decided to put one of his advice into practice: "My philosophy is that worrying means suffer twice." She could perfectly hear him saying that to her with his beautiful English accent and his sweet and modulated voice. Her heart ached as she thought about him but he had asked her not to worry so she decided to be patient and wait. After all, he was very skilled with beasts and he knew his job even if sometimes he had no protectiveness about himself. He always put his beasts or the others before him, she already saw him with several bruises, cuts or things like that because he wanted that all was good for the animal. She pursued her reading through the pages remembering all the beautiful creatures she had met thanks to him. He had changed her point of view and her way of seeing each of them. She chuckled as she remembered their first meeting and that she had asked him if it was an extermination guide. How wrong she was, then! Now, she had understood how lucky she was to have met him, to have shared some beautiful moments in his case and to have the chance to finally know him better. But it was perfectly clear that he was more than a friend for her. Even if she hadn't told him, she was quite sure about her feelings for him. She had hoped several times when he came to see her that he would confess what he felt for her but he didn't. He was shy and sometimes clumsy with words so it really wasn't a surprise. But some gestures have told her that, what he felt for her, was more than friendship too. She just wished that things will go a little more quickly between them.

She pursued her reading through the pages even if she had already read it several times. She particularly stopped on the pages where were found the beasts to which she became the most attached like the bowtruckle, the Niffler or the Occamy.

She daydreamed like this for a while when she was drawn of it by her sister's voice.

"Teenie ? Are you here?" Queenie called.

"Yes, Queenie, in the bathroom."

"There is an owl for you from MACUSA and it is an urgent one." She pressed her.

"I come right away, Queenie."

She put down her book, get out of the bathtub taking her wand. She cast a drying spell on herself and dressed up quickly to join her sister in the living room.

She left the book on the bedtime table and found Queenie preparing a coffee as the letter from the MACUSA was waiting for her on the coffee table. She unfolded it and read it.

Miss Goldstein,

I am waiting for you in my office as soon as you received this. This is urgent.

Mrs. Picquery.

"I have to go back to MACUSA. Madam President wants to see me, this is urgent." She told her sister as she took her black leather coat on the coat rack outgoing.

When she was in the street, she decided to look for a quiet place to apparate near the building. Like this, she quickly will know what happened.

When she was there, she urged inside in the direction of Madam President's office. She hardly saw anyone at that time.

Before knocking, she took a deep breath because she really didn't know what to expect, except that there will probably be some other aurors. She knocked.

"Come in." Mrs. Picquery said in a cold tone.

What a surprise, when she opened the door and discovered Mrs. Picquery alone.

"Ah Goldstein! Sit down! We need to talk."

Tina got really nervous. Why was she in her office alone? She didn't remember doing anything wrong in her latest cases. She looked at her hands on her knees waiting that she told her what she was doing here.

"I have some news for you which are not very good and pleasant to hear but I thought that you would probably want to know. I don't hate to be the bird of omen ill." She snapped.

Tina's thoughts were jostling for time, she couldn't stop imagine anything and everything. Then her superior opened a drawer of her desk and took something that she handed out to Tina. It was a roll-up newspaper, Tina unrolled it out discovering the newspaper's title: The Daily Prophet. Instantly, her mind went to London and a particular person. She put it flat on the desk and her heart stopped beating for a moment. A worst fear was just in front of her eyes. She began to read.

The famous magizoologist and world-renowned Newt Scamander in coma.

While we are writing these lines, we have just learned that the famous magizoologist Newton Scamander was the victim of an accident and was admitted in St Mungo for more than a month. We can't tell the circumstances because none of his family members wanted to answer our questions. For sure, one of his beloved and now famous beasts is probably at the origin of his condition.

All we know is that he is seriously injured and in a coma.

Sadly, it was certain that this would happen one day. His book shows us many beautiful creatures but just as dangerous. We sincerely hope that he will quickly recover and no sequelae.

As soon as we have some other news, we will keep you informed.

She held back her tears not wanting to cry in front of her superior. She clenched her fists and looked at her straight in the eyes, very determined.

"I need some days off, Madam President, please."

"I am sorry, Miss Goldstein, but I have to refuse. There is too much cases at this moment."

"After all he has done for us last time, I think it is the least someone can do to visit him and take some news."

"You let your feelings cloud your judgement."

Tina was about to answer but Picquery cut her off.

"My answer is no and it is definitive. That's all for tonight, you can leave. I have a lot of work to do tonight. Goodnight Miss Goldstein." She dismissed her in a dry tone.

Tina didn't answer, got up very angry, strongly grasping the Daily Prophet and getting out quickly by violently slamming the door . She took a few steps and leaned against a wall, trembling. All this was a bit too much for only one person . A storm was roaring inside her and at the same time she was heartbroken. She opened the newspaper again and looked at the picture. Newt had a forced smile on his lovely freckled face, Tina could see his discomfort. She closed her eyes: Please Newt, stay strong. I am coming.

She steadied herself against the wall, took a long breath and a brave look appeared on her face. She was going to London with or without Mrs. Picquery's permission.

She left the building and apparated in the little alley near their flat .She quickly went up the stairs and entered leaning against the door.

"Tina, what's going on?" Queenie asked when she saw the pain in her eyes and at the same time her clenched fists.

But her sister didn't say anything, she dropped the newspaper and the tears that she had been holding in Madam President's office fell. Queenie came over, picked the newspaper and guided toward the sofa.

After a few minutes, Tina finally calmed down, much to Queenie's relief. As she held her sister, she had read the article to better understand her distress and pain clearly could be read on her beautiful face. She felt pain for both her sister and the man she loved because she had learned to like him too.

Suddenly, Tina hastened to her feet.

"I can't stay like this, pitying myself. Mercy Lewis, I am an Auror. I will go to see him as I have decided." She stated with strength and determination.

Then she went to her room, retrieving her suitcase on the top of her wardrobe. She opened it and put some clothes and toiletries, Newt's book and a batch of letters. Queenie was there, looking intently at her as she could clearly read her mind.

"You should take a dress, just in case." simply said Queenie, always thinking about fashion even in these circumstances.

"I have no intention of going to a ball, Queen! I am going to see Newt, take care of him and I really don't know what will happen."

Queenie took the opportunity that Tina had turned to take a last look in her bedtime table; with a flip of her wand, she hid a beautiful velvet blue dress in the bottom of her suitcase. Tina would find it if she needed it. She was sure she would like it when she found out. It was a new one that she had created, just for her. Queenie knew that it would be an occasion or another for Tina to wear it.

"When are you leaving? "

"Tomorrow morning, I will take the first passager steamer which left New York to London. The no-maj transport is my only option as I am not allowed to go and if I ask for a portkey, I will be instantly spotted."

Queenie sighed.

"You will take care of you and say hi for me to Newt. Be careful, Tina, please. "

"I promise."

After that, the two sisters had dinner and went to bed early. The next day, Queenie accompanied her sister to the harbor, they exchanged a long hug and Tina boarded looking one last time at Queenie who had tears in her eyes while she waved at her.

To be continued ...