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It takes them all night to clean the place; Tina's tired and even so she reacts quickly when she hears a loud noise coming from the living room. Director Graves arrives frist to discover one of the potion dealers has hit Abernathy with a curse and is ready to escape. Graves steps towards him and tries to stun him, but his spell is met with a fire one and he has no option but to move aside. But the hex hits the potions and one of them breaks, its green steam covers Graves completely. Tina hears him cough.
She turns to the wizard and petrifies him in the spot, before taking away his wand.
"What was that?" She demands.
"It was just an experiment!" The man answers when he feels his lips again. "I was trying..."
Then Graves appears out of nowhere and takes the trembling wizard by the collar of his shirt.
"I don't care what you were trying to do! I need to know what kind of potion it was!"
"I invented it. It doesn't have name yet," the man shivers when sees Graves frown. "But... It's not deadly. It won't hurt you either. It just... It makes you lose some of your inhibitions... to a degree and it will increase your worst defects."
"How long?" Tina asks.
"He'll be himself again within a day, I think," the man continues and then looks at Graves even more scared "You are not an aggressive one, ain't you?"
Graves ignores him, but Tina thinks he might have a point. They cannot risk the security of the people around. Her boss is a very powerful aurors and if his aggression increases then...
"I'm not aggressive," he snaps at her. He must have read something of her concern on her face.
"We need to take you to MACUSA so the healers can check-"
"We're going to take this lowlifes to an interrogation room," he orders.
"But Sir..."
"He said it was an experiment, I don't think the potion is going to work. I'm fine," Graves insists and part of Tina believes him, because he looks like himself, just irritated.
So she nods and does as she's told.
***
When they finish the interrogation and put every one of them in cells it's morning. Tina forgets completely about the incident with the potion because her boss is acting just as any other day. She stops worrying.
She feels even better when she sees Queenie and Newt, waiting for her outside of her office.
"Tina! We were worried," Newt tells her. "You didn't returned home yesterday. Daisy and Pickett asked about you."
"I'm fine," she says and hugs them both.
"Oh boy," she hears Queenie mutter.
And that's when it starts.
"Goldsteins," the words come out as a low and terrifying growl. "Get your hands off Newt this instant."
Queenie moves immediately and takes her sister by the arm and yanks her away from the confused magizoologist.
But he's not the only one confused, she's too. Tina looks at Director Graves who's now standing very close to Newt and looking at the sisters like he doesn't like them very much.
"He. Is. Mine." Graves growls again.
Newt's face turns completely red then and looks at the auror almost in shock. Everybody around stops suddenly what they're doing and stare at them with curiosity.
They're not that surprised to be honest, not even Tina. It's not a secret that the Director of Magical Security is crushing harder than a twelve year old girl, but at least he tried to control himself, even though he couldn't help but smile at Newt every time he was in the same room or look at him with a ridiculous and besotted expression on his face, but he tried. He would never do something like that.
Then she remembers the potion. Beside her, Queenie nods, clearly hearing her thoughts.
So it seems Director Graves is...
"Very possessive," Queenie chuckles.
"What is going-" Newt doesn't finish his question because that very moment Graves decides to wrap himself around him.
"Oh Newt, you have no idea how lovely you are" the auror breathes, his hands like snakes circling the magizoologist waist.
"Mr Graves..."
Poor Newt he's so flustered he can even talk.
"Stop calling me that, I hate when you do that," he buries his face on the redhead's neck. "It sounds too formal. That's how my aurors call me. To you I'm just Percival."
"Okay... Percival, could you please let me go?" Newt tries to step back, but the grip around him just tightens.
Percival chuckles and Tina's jaw drops. She is definitely not prepared for this.
"I won't," he whispers on Newt's skin. "You smell amazing. It's so intoxicating it drives me crazy, do you know that?"
Newt seems absolutely lost. He looks back at Tina for help. She just shakes her while her sister covers her mouth to hide her amusement.
"It was a potion," Tina tries to explain. "He didn't drink it, but its steam affected him."
"I told you I'm fine," Graves snaps at her. He looks intimidating even though he's still holding Newt.
Tina can see that Newt doesn't believe him and suddenly something changes in him, there's a look on his face, the same he has when he's dealing with a very stubborn creature.
He has a plan and he's determined.
"Percival," he says, his voice sweet and kind. "I know you're fine, but I think it'd be better if you go to see a healer... just in case."
"I'm not going anywhere without you," the auror argues, frowning.
"I see..." Newt stops himself from rolling his eyes and sighs. "Then let's go together, shall we?"
Percival doesn't look too convinced, but nods anyway. Newt manages to detach himself from Graves who lets him go reluctantly and seems to be fighting the impulse to take him in his arms again until Newt hold his hand.
"C'mon, Tina, lead the way." He urges and she does it without question.
***
It is a nightmare. When one of the healers ask the rest of them to leave the room, Graves basically bares his teeth at her pulls Newt even closer to his body.
It's worse than Tina had thought.
So she tries to explain the healers what happened as best as she can while Newt attempts to calm Graves down.
"I love your freckles," Percival whispers, caressing Newt's hair. "They look lovely on you. It's like looking at the sky, you know..."
"T-thanks..." He says, flustered.
"His worst defects you said?" The healers ask her, arching their eyebrows.
"The man said it'd take away his inhibitions too." Tina adds and thanks Merlin Graves is so distracted he can't listen.
"I see," says one of them, the witch. "So he's possessive, huh?"
"It seems like it, yeah."
"Mr Graves, could you please tell us when did you feel different? Do you remember what was the time when you started to act like this?" The witch asks.
Graves looks at her in confusion, his hand still on Newt's waist.
"What do you mean? I'm fine. Nothing has changed." He replies.
"Are you sure?" She presses.
"Absolutely," he answers and turns to kiss Newt's cheek, making him blush.
The witch sighs and looks at Tina.
"When?"
"An hour ago. When he watched my sister and me hugging Newt."
"That was what triggered him..."
"Yes."
"I'm sorry auror Goldstein, but I'm afraid we can do nothing for him. We have to wait for the effect to go away." She says after a few seconds. "He'll be like himself again at the end of the day."
Tina sighs, looking so tired already and it's early in the morning.
It's going to be a long day.
***
It's horrible.
They try to reach Graves office, but Collins decides it's the perfect moments to talk to Newt about the magizoologist book and steps a little too close for the director's taste and he just begins to growl at him.
Collins trembles.
"I'm sorry, Sir! I didn't mean to!" He apologizes even though he has no idea what he just did.
"He's mine," Graves growls more and everyone looks at them. Newt blushes and tries to hide his face in Graves' neck.
"Erik please just go," Tina tells Collins. The auror doesn't hesitate and follow her advice, he's too scared to ask.
After that it's not so bad. They manage to reach Graves' office and the director seems to be more at ease when he sits on his couch and put Newt on his lap and the magizoologist lets him. He then starts to talk about the proper way to get close to an hippogriff and the auror listens intently almost fascinated.
Tina stays because she feels like she has to, like somehow it's her responsibility.
Of course just when she's sure everything is going to be fine. When things are going perfectly that's when Madam Picquery walks in the room with her guest.
A guest that makes the most terrifying look when he sees his precious brother sitting comfortably on Percival Graves lap.
Because of course that's the day Theseus Scamander chooses to visit his brother.
Tina knows this is going to get her a headache.
"What is going on?" He asks and Newt tries to stand, but Percival's hand keep him in place. "Get your dirty hands off him!"
Her boss seems to have no sense of self preservation because he growls and pulls Newt closer.
"No. He's mine now."
Mercy Lewis save them all.