📎A/N. Hello my friends, I hope you had a great week. It feels like forever since we've chatted!

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Sleep had eluded Murphy. After returning from a long run, he had sat under the open night sky for hours wondering how he had managed to get himself into this mess.

There was only one word for it: Careless. Something he had never been.

He was reluctant to admit it, but he had brought this current predicament upon himself.

The emptiness that had built up over the years was now all consuming and affecting not only his judgement but his normally level headed mind.

If he wasn't so focused on his hatred for Elijah, he wouldn't have been so careless to change out in the open for Kaitlyn to see.

If he hadn't been so careless he would have paid more attention to Kaitlyn's theory on Elijah's change in MO and they may have been more closer to removing him, forever.

His single minded hatred had not only made him careless but also blinded him.

He needed to make June's killer pay for taking her away from him. He owed her that at least for surviving without her. He could not move on until he did. He needed to do what he was good at - profiling and tracking down his prey. In order to predict Elijah's next steps he needed to understand what the madman was after and the reason for the change.

As night gave way to dawn, Murphy headed back inside. Determined and resolute as to what needed to be done.

The fact that he would be returning home after being decades away was still something his mind refused to acknowledge. This would be something he would deal with later. Never if possible.

"So where are we at?" Murphy barked out as he walked into the situation room a couple of hours later. Refreshed and with a new determination.

"The judge is refusing to give us a warrant for Mrs Muller's financial records," said Daisy, startled at his abrupt entrance.

"On what grounds?"

The young woman nervously readjusted her glasses. "We don't have enough evidence to prove her husbands connection to anything illegal. It would be a violation of her right to privacy."

"And did you tell him that her records might give us that link?"

"Yes, he still refused to sign the warrant."

"Bollocks!" Murphy muttered as he stood in front of the large whiteboard covered in photos, and summary descriptions of the victims.

Pointing to the image of the latest victim, he turned and addressed Antonio and Kaitlyn. "How are we going with retracing his timeline?"

"We have spoken to everyone he met with that day. They all check out and have an alibi for the time in which we believe he was taken," said Tony.

"What about that last slot for the day?" asked Murphy, now inspecting the printout of the Accountant's diary.

"No one knows who it was with. It was a long standing regular appointment," Kaitlyn chimed in from her position across the room.

"Well, he didn't make it home that night so he was taken at some point before, during or after this meeting," speculated Murphy, "he left his car at work, so he must have been picked up. Have we checked with the local cab companies?"

"We have," confirmed Kaitlyn, "they have no record of picking anyone up from that address around that time."

"What about the wife?"

"I spoke to her yesterday while you were with the PC," Kaitlyn explained, "she is obviously distraught but she is hiding something. To the point she is almost panicked about something."

"What makes you say that?" broke in Antonio.

"She was fine when answering anything about her husband or his work. But when it came to answering questions about her involvement in anything she became quite evasive."

Murphy seemed to consider the new piece of information for a moment. "Tony, go interview the wife. Use your charms on her and find out what she is hiding. And see if she knows any of the other victims."

Antonio pushed his chair back and stood. "Roger that," then as if an afterthought, "what if she doesn't know anything?"

"She knows more than she is letting on. Don't come back until you have it."

Now addressing Daisy again, Murphy continued. "Palmer see if you can find another judge that will give us the warrant on the wife's accounts. Also, go back over his bank records and match it up with the dates and times of this regular appointment. There might be something we can use to pinpoint where he was at the time."

He nodded towards Kaitlyn. "Quinn, you're with me."

Before she could ask where they were going he was already out the door.

"A please might have been nice," she muttered as she grabbed her gear and rushed to catch up with him.

Kaitlyn caught up with O'Neill as he stepped into the lift. Noticing him press the button to one of the upper floors she arched her eyebrow at him.

"I've already spoken to the unit," she pointed out.

"I'm aware of that."

"So why are we headed up there?"

There was a lengthy pause before her partner finally replied. "Because I wanted to see how truthful they were being."

Kaitlyn burst out laughing at this statement. "And I suppose you're going to tell me that amongst your other many talents you're also a lie detector?"

Murphy turned towards Kaitlyn his stony look halted her outburst in an instant.

The doors opened and as he walked out of the lift he uttered a single word - "Yes."

Confused, Kaitlyn followed after him. "Yes, What?"

"I can tell if people are lying."

"And is that just you or every 'Immigrant'?" she asked in disbelief.

Murphy found himself trying to suppress a smile. When they were in public, Kaitlyn had taken to referring to Werewolves as 'Immigrants'. He was not sure why, but the way in which she loudly whispered the word as if it were taboo, appealed to his sense of humour. Not that he would ever let her know that.

"No, not everyone," he winked, "just us 'Special Immigrants'."

Kaitlyn was unable to continue this line of questioning as they had arrived at the F.B.I's Organised Crime Unit. As they walked in the door, the Unit Leader, Andrew Pilkington looked up. Recognition evident by the broad smile that overtook his features as he walked towards them.

"Heard you were in town," Andrew said as he shook hands with Murphy, "You haven't changed a bit."

Seeing Kaitlyn's confusion, the Unit Leader explained the connection. "I was working the Chicago bombings case a few years back and we called Murphy in to help us profile the perps," he said, slapping Murphy on the back, "without his help we may have lost a lot more people."

"So what can I do you for?" Andrew asked, "I hear that you are working the Boston Wolf Killer case?"

Murphy nodded in confirmation. "So far four of the five victims have ties to crime syndicates."

"So I hear."

"Edvard Muller," began Murphy, "is he on your radar at all?"

"As I told Quinn here, there were no alarm bells when we heard the name. But that doesn't mean that he's not involved. Over the past two years we have had to redefine what we knew about the organisation."

"How so?" asked Kaitlyn. This was news to her.

"With Gionellii, DiNunzio, Manocchio and Rossetti now behind bars or in a coffin we thought we had completely cut them off at the knees. DiNunzio was the sixth consecutive head of the New England Mafia to be charged; all his predecessors have all been convicted.

"You can imagine our surprise when we discovered that they are now back stronger than ever, more streamlined, efficient and harder to find."

"How is that possible? Their control has been diminishing over the years, not increasing," Kaitlyn queried.

"Whomever has taken over as Don has reorganised the entire operation into cells. They have mimicked what we are experiencing with terrorists organisations across the globe. We are now struggling to even get a picture of who the Captains and Lieutenants are, let alone who the Don is."

"So how much control do they have over the area?" Murphy asked.

"We have not seen a Don hold as much power since Patriarca. They are gaining a phenomenal grip on both the illegal drugs market and racketeering," the Unit Leader answered, "your accountant could very well be someone within the organisation. We just haven't pieced together enough information on the operations yet."

Murphy and the Unit leader shook hands as the Profiler thanked him for the information.

"I'm afraid there's not much more I can tell you. I can give you access to our database if that would help?"

"So?" Kaitlyn asked after they had left the Unit and were headed back to their own floor.

Silence.

Frustrated, Kaitlyn tried again. "So was he lying?"

"Yes - and No. He wasn't lying about our vic. They have no idea if he was or wasn't. He was lying on how much information they do have."

"They have a lot more than they were letting on?"

"No. A lot less."

Kaitlyn's thoughts focused back on their own problem. "Okay so we can assume that Elijah is after a specific person within the Mob," she hypothesised, bitting on her lower lip, "... and based on what Andy just told us, we can assume that he is also having a problem identifying him and is working his way through known associates."

"It's the who and why that worries me," agreed Murphy.

Kaitlyn's phone vibrated, she glanced down at it and frowned as she read the message. "It's from Joshua, he wants me to come to dinner at your place tonight. There is something he needs to tell me."

She looked up at Murphy. "Do you know what it is?"

"It's better it comes from him."

"What does?"

She was met with his usual icy silence.

Kaitlyn sighed. There was no way she was getting anything out of the stone faced man with her. "Okay, tell him I'll be there after my session."

Murphy halted his stride and swung round to face her.

"I've already told you," he declared in a frustrated tone, "you are wasting your time."

Taking a leaf out of the Murphy O'Neill playbook, Kaitlyn ignored the Werewolf and continued towards the lift in silence.

"If you insist on such stupidity you can at least learn some skills that might actually help you," he muttered as the doors closed on them a short time later.

"And where the hell am I going to find that?" she snapped. "The last time I looked in the phone book there was no listings for 'Fight off a Werewolf for Beginners lessons'!"

Murphy glared at her. Standing her ground, it took all of her will to meet his unwavering, and furious gaze.

The agitated Werewolf closed his eyes and grunted in disgust at her as he exited the confined space.

"Fine," he growled, "I'll teach you then."

Not sure she was hearing the words correctly, she ran to catch up with him.

"Pardon?"

"Your heard me. Now shut up, we have work to do."

Both were as equally stunned as the other. Kaitlyn, that he was going to train her. Murphy was more surprised than anything, that in the heat of the moment, he had actually offered to teach her how to defend herself.

The entire drive to Groton, Kaitlyn expected him to cancel and renege on his promise. She made it the entire way holding her proverbial breath.

"Hey, Katy honey," called out her grandfather as she got out of her car, "you made good time."

Giving him a hug she pulled back and grabbed a bag from the car. "Murphy said to come earlier, he is going to do a bit of training with me."

"So I hear," he proclaimed surprise evident in his tone, "he is running a bit late - said he needed to pick something up for your lesson."

They began to walk towards the house.

"While we are waiting," Kaitlyn began remembering the original reason she was here, "what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

Joshua began to scratch the back of his neck nervously. "Ah... well that can wait till after dinner. We really need Murphy here for that."

What's he being so cagey about? wondered Kaitlyn as she took up a seat on the porch as they waited for Murphy's return.

Both granddaughter and grandfather passed the wait for Murphy deep in conversation. In the short time they had been reunited, both had developed a deep and loving bond that grew exponentially with each passing day.

After a slight lull in the conversation, Joshua cleared his throat. "Hey Katy, did you bring your sidearm with you?"

"No, why?"

He attempted to dismiss the question as trivial. "No reason." Joshua quickly changed the subject. "I might just try Murphy again to see how far off he is."

Kaitlyn had the distinct impression her grandfather was nervous about something.

"No answer, and he still has his link closed," he muttered in frustration.

He stood and smiled down at her. "How about a drink while we wait? Beer okay for you?"

Kaitlyn nodded.

"What does a closed link mean?" Kaitlyn asked as he handed her a corona, "you've mentioned the term before."

Joshua sat down and studied the beer bottle before replying. "Well honey, this may be hard to come to grips with, but some Werewolves can communicate telepathically."

There was silence as Kaitlyn stared at her grandfather.

"You can read minds?" she croaked, horrified at the implication.

"No, its nothing like that," he corrected, "it's more like a telephone call, someone needs to attempt to communicate and the receiver needs to accept the call. It takes a while to learn the skill and is only used within certain levels of a pack."

The previous tension now gone, she relaxed slightly, "Okay, so you can speak to each other telepathically. What does a closed link mean?"

"In the case of Werewolves such as Murphy, they have the ability to completely disconnect from the network if you will, so that we cannot find where to direct the link. Does that make sense?"

Kaitlyn took a sip of the beer, needing a moment to digest the information. "You are telling me he can switch on and off his blue-tooth."

Joshua chortled at her analogy. "That's exactly what he does."

"So why doesn't he communicate this way any more?"

Joshua signed and ran a hand through his hair, not sure how much information he should relay to her. "Over the past few decades he has very rarely turned it on. And definitely not with anyone from his pack."

His expression, now turned reflective. "You see Katy, sometimes, in the heat of the moment people say and do things that... well in the light of day they probably shouldn't have."

Before Kaitlyn could question him further they heard Murphy's Cadillac approach.

Murphy appeared shortly after and disappeared in the house. Reappearing a few seconds later.

"Ready?" he asked.

Kaitlyn nodded. "Yes."

"Follow me."

She looked towards her grandfather for help on understanding what was about to happen. He shrugged his shoulders. "Don't ask me, I have no idea on why he agreed to do this."

He got up and shooed her out the door. "I suggest you hurry before he changes his mind. I'll get dinner started." With that he headed back inside.

Kaitlyn quickly rushed off the porch and in the same direction Murphy had headed.

She found him walking out to the middle of large clearing at the back of the house. The sun was low on the horizon and presented a stunning backdrop to the forest the house boarded upon.

He stood waiting for her to catch up.

"Firstly," he began gruffly, "you are never going to be able to win against a Werewolf. The sooner you realise that, the sooner your life expectancy increases."

Kaitlyn's ire and temper rising by the nanosecond, folded her arms across her chest showing her displeasure at his harsh words.

Reaching behind, he pulled out a rectangular metal object and held it out for her to see. "Do you know what this is?"

She nodded, instantly recognising the object. "A taser."

"This will give you a better chance than a gun," he said as he handed her the weapon, "fifty-thousand volts will temporarily stun most Werewolves. Enough to allow you to run."

Kaitlyn took the taser from him. "What's wrong with a gun?"

"A bullet, if you even manage to fire it, will sting a little but it certainly won't do the damage you expect."

Her eyes widened at this.

Ignoring her obvious shock, he took the taser from her and placed it a short distance away.

"Now I am going to come at you and I want to see how you handle yourself."

Murphy began to circle her. She was distinctly feeling like prey. The way in which he was sizing her up and finding all her weaknesses was unsettling.

Without warning he lunged at her and she barely evaded him.

Murphy threw a round-kick at her head. She ducked, and slid between his legs on her knees. Quickly jumping to her feet, she aimed a swift kick to his back.

Expecting him to stumble forward, she was surprised when he stood his ground as if a fly had simply landed there.

He spun round and landed a blow on her shoulder. Before he struck again she instantly ducked as his arm missed the strike aimed at her head.

Kaitlyn responded with a flurry of punches and kicks, varying her target from Murphy's head to his torso and back again.

Each blow was blocked successfully by Murphy who appeared to increase the speed and velocity of his attack as the moments went by.

Beads of sweat were running from Kaitlyn's brow. Her shirt was soaked from the effort. Her pulse was racing and her breathing uneven.

Murphy however, looked as though he had been for an uneventful walk. There was nothing to indicate that he had just spent the past thirty minutes trading blows with her.

He held out a bottle of water. "At least you can hold your own against most humans," he admitted with reluctance.

"Gee thanks," she said dryly before taking a long drink.

"But you are still delusional if you think you have a chance against any Werewolf."

Tossing the bottle on the ground she placed her hands on her hips angrily. "I told you, I was unprepared last time. You won't get the chance to do it again."

In the next instant he had materialised behind her. One arm had snaked around her midriff holding her arms in place. The other was around her neck, holding it in the crook of his elbow.

Any attempt to struggle was fruitless. It was like being held in a steel vice.

With each attempt at resistance, the grip around her neck became tighter.

Finally admitting defeat she ceased any attempt at movement. The heavy rise and fall of her chest as she attempted to get her errant breathing under control, was the only possible movement she could actually make.

His mouth brushed lightly against her ear. "You were saying?" his voice low and thick, sent goosebumps down her body as his warm breath fanned the side of her face.

Her mind was in turmoil as it resisted the admission that perhaps she was no match for those of his race and certainly no match for him - physically.

Murphy's very masculine scent sent shivers down her spine her as she felt his hard and unyielding body pressed against hers. A warmth spread out from the pit of her stomach and seemed to touch every nerve ending as his light beard brushed against her face.

She could not believe how her body was reacting to this man. What the hell is the matter with me?

Wanting to put distance between them, and quickly, she admitted defeat.

"Fine, okay you're stronger and faster than me. Happy now?"

Murphy released his hold on Kaitlyn. She turned to face him only to discover the man was removing his t-shirt.

"W...What are you doing?" she stammered.

Heat now blaring throughout her face as his very well defined chest was revealed in all it's glory.

"I am going to show you the only way in which you might have a chance to get away from a Werewolf."

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📎A/N  A bare chested Murphy... would love to see that :-)

I wonder what he's going to show her exactly that requires him to be shirtless?

And our Katy is not as immune to him as we once thought :)

I don't think Joshua is looking forward to telling her about having to to go to visit his Alpha... I'm pretty sure he is nervous that she might take a shot at him :-)

Hmm and any clues what Elijah may be up to?

The rest of the chapter should be up within the next twenty four hours.

See ya then. Don't forget to vote :-)

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