Calypso's Never Ending Adventures

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A/N: This Fanfic is cross-posted on Archive of Our Own. There's added Author's Notes et c. I'm mostly just writing the Fanfic on Watt pad and then posting it to AO3 with my added thoughts. 

Luna stared unseeingly at the papers stacked upon her desk. She had just finished the last page going into detail the last case she had worked. Being an Unspeakable meant they were saddled with the strange, obscure, unsolved, and dangerous cases that the Aurors couldn't.

The case she had finally finished had taken her over two months to resolve. A group of individuals had been running a chain of illegal selling of time-turners. Time-turners were strictly monitored by the Unspeakable department and weren't allowed to be given out willfully. That in itself would've been bad enough but somehow these people had created their own version of a time-turner and people who were in close proximity would have their life force sucked out to supply its usage. 

When she found one of the buildings where they were being produced, she had found the place looking completely ransacked. What looked to be the lower rung of employees had been mummified from their life force being forcefully sucked out of them. After that unfortunate mission she had been given leave to use a time-turner to try and corner these people down. It took over two months to finally bring the last few people in. The rest had either been killed by her wand or died supplying energy for their superiors. 

She was so lost in thought that she hadn't immediately heard the arrival of an intruder within her office. Her light blue eyed gaze bleary looked up into glaring brown eyes from a handcuffed woman. Said handcuffed woman had a note plastered to her chest. 

"Well, Hello. I wasn't expecting any visitors, as you can see," she said as she gestured to the absence of amy chairs aside from her own within the office. 

Luna stood and walked towards the taller woman, ignoring the hostility practically peeling her skin off. She noticed the blue creatures that clung to the taller woman, red spikes shaking on their backs as they hissed at her approach. These creatures were what she called fimdinglers. They caused people to have irrational hatred for things that scared them. Luna hummed in thought as she ignored the fimdinglers.

"Let's see what we have here," she said conversational with a bright smile as she extracted the stuck paper from the woman. 

'Luna, this woman attempted to inject some type of liquid into me while I had my back turned. I believe she is either working for the Hunters or "the Church". Please interrogate with V and contact me when you can. If you can't do it due to working on something else, please have someone trustworthy to do it. Got my hands full. Callie'

"It looks like we will be spending some time together," Luna commented as she put the paper on her desk. "Let's go get you more comfortable. This may take a while depending on the type of information you have."

She had grabbed the woman's arm and begun to drag her from the room with surprising strength. The woman begun to panic as her thoughts filled with immeasurable amounts of torture the tiny woman could subject her with. 

"No need to worry. I won't harm you at all," Luna said with a knowing smile as she led the taller woman into a room either a small cot and two metal chairs. 

The door slid closed with a lock behind her as she sat the woman on the cot and walked towards the magically locked cabinet. It opened when she pushed a bit of her magic into it, revealing a few vials of potions. She chose the one she needed and walked towards the woman who sat on the cot regarding her with frightened eyes. 

"This is a neat little potion that will allow me to get everything out of you without the need for violence. Best to start now. Who knows how long this will take."

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Anita was sitting at the table that was situated in the fancy hotel room that Jean-Claude had booked for her and the guys stay. Her hands were wrapped around the mug of coffee Nathaniel had placed in front of her as she took deep breaths of the bitter drink to relax. 

Her calm mood was interrupted by the sound of her cellphone. She ignored it as she heard someone going to answer it. 

"This is Anita's phone," came Jason's slightly muffled voice from the bedroom. 

The phone was held in his hand as he padded on bare feet towards her. 

"It's the Sheriff. Says he wanted to ask you for help with something," he said as he passed her the phone. 

Anita released one of her hands from the mug and grabbed hold of the phone. 

"Anita speaking," she said as she focused her attention back on her coffee and lifted it to take a sip. 

"Marshall Blake, this is Sheriff Stilinski. I've found myself in a bit of a difficult situation and didn't know who else to call for help."

"What's the problem," she asked as her eyes watched Nathaniel's long auburn tresses sway back and forth as he moved about the small kitchen within their hotel room. 

"My son's best friend was bitten by a werewolf. I think he is in complete denial and full of rage. I'm afraid he might harm someone if I don't get someone to talk to him. It's also imperative that his mother is notified," he answered with a tinge of wariness to his voice. 

"You want me to talk to him and his mom? I'm not a werewolf despite the rumours that most have been throwing around," she said in surprise. 

Nathaniel turned to look at her in concern about the rumours being spread. She shook her head minutely to indicate that it was fine.

"I know. But you're intimately familiar with the supernatural. No, before you say anything, I'm not inferring anything about your sexual life. I meant with R.P.I.T., your informants, friends, and boyfriends, that you have a very vast amount of information about what being a werewolf entails in comparison to I," he hurriedly said in order to not anger the person he was seeking help from. 

Anita took a moment as she drank the last bit of her coffee in a large gulp. Nathaniel hurried over with the pot of coffee and poured her another glass which she thanked him for.

"Alright," she sighed before continuing. "Give me his information and I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me yet. If he is as volatile as you say I'm not sure anything I say will get through to him."

He thanked her again and gave her the kid's name and address as well as his mom's information. She was just and out to dig into the plate of food that Nathaniel placed in front of her when her phone went off again. This time with a text. Anita sighed in exasperation as she set down her fork and looked at the message. It was a surprise to see that it was from Calypso. 

'I need to talk to you. Come back to my room or yours?'

Anita rubbed her forehead as she quickly sent her the directions to get to the hotel she was staying at. 

"We'll have guests over in a bit," she declared before picking her fork back up and digging into the beautifully prepared meal. 

Jason and Nathaniel merely shrugged in acceptance before joining her.