Penelope stuck close to Newt as Tina led the group down a dark alleyway, deep within the darkest parts of New York. As they approached a certain building, she began to hear the faint rhythm of music coming through the brick walls. Tina suddenly turned to her right, stepping down a flight of metal stairs into a dark hallway. Penelope hesitated a moment, swallowing thickly before following Newt down the stairs.

They group approached a brick door at the end of the hallway; on it was painted a portrait of a beautiful woman with curly blonde hair. As they neared it, the portrait came to life. Tina and Queenie stopped in front of the door, looking at each other before waving their wands in unison. Their normal, everyday clothes were changed to elegant dresses. Penelope looked at her own clothes, then back up at Queenie, silently asking her what to do. The blonde witch pointed her wand at her, and Penelope felt a chill on her legs as her warm clothes were transformed into a simple, yet elegant black dress.

A thick silence fell over the group, one that was broken my Newt's awestruck voice. "Merlin's beard."

Penelope turned to look at the man, surprised to see him staring at her with wide blue eyes. She felt herself go red under his intense gaze, and she looked to the ground sheepishly. Behind her, Tina coughed almost angrily, and Newt's eyes suddenly snapped away from her. He held up his own wand to his neck, and a simple black bowtie appeared in the collar of his white shirt.

Once Tina realized what he had done, she nodded and turned back to the brick door. She knocked slowly, and the woman in the portrait blink each time she did so. Her eyes were suddenly torn away, replaced by the dark eyes of man staring at them through the door. He grunted before backing away; a moment later, the heavy door swung open, and the jazzy music immediately grew louder.

Tina and Queenie entered the building without hesitation, and Jacob pushed past Penelope in attempt to stand by the two woman. Penelope hesitated, however, and jumped as she felt a warm arm slip around her waist. She was surprised to find Newt standing at her side, staring down at her with soft blue eyes.

"Stay close to me in there, Penny," he told her, turning away from her and looking inside the gloomy building. "Who knows what these people could do."

Once inside, Penelope could get a good glimpse of the atmosphere around her. On the back wall of the building was a bar; Queenie and Jacob were both seated there, staring at a tray full of drinks. In the middle of the room, a female elf danced around a group of people, her purple dress sparkling in the dim light as she sang a jazzy song. Sitting at a table behind the performer sat Tina, looking at Penelope and Newt as if she were waiting on them. Newt's grip around Penelope's waist tightened as he slowly led her over to the table.

She took a seat beside Newt, who was looking around the building with curious eyes. She missed the feeling of warmth that came with his touch, as his arms were now at his side; she longed for him to wrap his arm around her waist once more.

"I've arrested half of the people in here," Tina said suddenly, breaking the awkward silence that hung over the trio.

"You can tell me to mind my own business if you please, but I saw something... in the death potion back at the Congress. I saw you hugging that Second Salem boy," Newt said quietly, turning his gaze to look at Tina. Penelope looked at her hands and clenched her jaw, as she sensed a bit of jealously in Newt's tone.

Tina smiled slightly, nodding. "His name is Credence," she told him. "His mother beats him... She beats all those kids she adopted, but she seems to hate him the most." The last few words she spoke rose a bit as if she were attempting to fight her emotions. She shook her head slowly, drawing her gaze away from Newt's and looking at the table once more.

"And she was the No-Maj you attacked," Newt concluded, gazing at the brunette softly, as if he were trying to comfort her with just his eyes.

Tina nodded, looking to Newt once more. "That's how I lost my job. I went for her in front of a meeting of her crazy followers," she explained almost humorously. "They all had to be obliviated; it was a big scandal." She suddenly stopped talking, her fists hitting the table nervously. "Here he comes."

Penelope followed her eyes to look at a tough-looking goblin making his way across the building, towards their table. He wore a black sweater vest over a white shirt, a yellow tie tucked into it; a cigar hung from his mouth. Penelope swallowed thickly at the sight of his beastly features, immediately feeling intimidated by him.

Gnarlak took a seat at their table across from Newt, puffing on his cigar for a moment before taking it out of his mouth. "So," his began in a low, gruff voice. He picked up a cup of alcohol that a waitress had gave him, taking a swig of the drink. "You're the guy with the case full of monsters, huh?"

Newt looked at him for a moment, a sheepish smile on his lips. "News travels fast, I reckon," he commented, looking away as the goblin made eye contact. "I was hoping you'd be able to tell me if there had been any sightings- tracks, anything."

"You've got a pretty big price on your head, Mr. Scamander," Gnarlak commented as his finger traced down a piece of parchment in front of him, which more than likely contained Newt's information. "Why should I help you, instead of turning you in?"

"I take it I'll have to make it worth your while," Newt mumbled, his gaze glued to the wooden table in front of him.

Gnarlak nodded, a short and gruff laugh falling from his lips. "Let's consider where to cover charge."

Newt reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of gold coins. He placed them on the table, sliding them towards Gnarlak. The goblin looked at the offering, turning away with a scoff. "MACUSA's offering more than that."

Newt sighed, reaching into his pocket once more. This time, he pulled out a golden object shaped like a cylinder, rolling it towards the gangster.

Once again, Gnarlak turned away from the object. "I've got five," he muttered, sticking the cigar in his mouth.

Newt almost looked defeated as he reluctantly pulled out one last object from his trench coat. He held in gingerly in his hands, showing it to Gnarlak. "A frozen Ashwinder egg."

"Oh, you see, now we're-" Gnarlak suddenly stopped talking, his dark eyes lighting up as he stared at the breast pocket of Newt's coat. Penelope's heart sank as she noticed the tiny head of Pickett watching the goblin in curiosity. "Wait a minute, that's a- that's a Bowtruckle, right?"

Newt quickly covered his pocket, shielding Pickett from the goblin's prying eyes. "No," he said quickly, shaking his head.

"Come on," Gnarlak said in an intimidating manner, pointing towards the green creature that hid in Newt's pocket. "They pick locks, am I right?"

Once again, Newt shook his head stubbornly. "You're not having him."

Gnarlak stared at him for a moment before turning away with a shrug. "Well, good luck getting back alive, Mr. Scamander," he said as he began to stand from the table. "Especially with the whole of MACUSA on your back."

As the goblin began to walk away from the table, Tina looked to Newt as if he were crazy, silently pleading with him to give up his creature. Newt reluctantly shook his head, removing his hand from his chest. "Alright," he sighed, causing Gnarlak to stop walking. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the Bowtruckle, who was latched onto his hand almost desperately.

Penelope reached out and placed her hand on his, stopping him. "Newt, don't do this-"

"I have to, Penny," he interrupted her, closing his eyes for a split second as he handed Pickett to the gangster goblin. The Bowtruckle scratched at his hands, desperately trying to get back to the safety of his pocket. Newt stared down at the creature with tear-filled eyes as Gnarlak took it from him rather harshly. Newt still reached out to the creature, a single tear escaping his eye as he watched the goblin admire Pickett.

"Wow," Gnarlak breathed as he held the Bowtruckle at eye level. "Something invisible has been wreaking havoc along fifth avenue. You may want to check out Macy's department store- might have what you're looking for."

Penelope turned to look at Newt as he brought a hand to his face, wiping away the tears that ran own his cheeks. Her heart seemed to crack at the sight, and she immediately reached out to him, grabbing his hand in her own. Newt looked up at her, his tear-filled blue eyes almost pleading as he did. He then turned away from her, wrinkling his nose as if he were trying to contain his emotions.

"One last thing," he said to the goblin standing in front of them. "There's a Mr. Graves who works at MACUSA, I was wondering what you knew of his background."

"You ask a lot of questions, Mr. Scamander," Gnarlak said, ignoring his question. "That can get you killed." He stared at the British man in almost a threatening way, and Penelope suddenly felt as if things were about to go terribly wrong.

Almost as if it were a cue, a house elf near the entrance to the building suddenly turned around, exclaiming, "MACUSA are coming!" before Apparating into thin air.

Tina and Penelope stood up from the table almost simultaneously, staring at the goblin before them with wide eyes.

"You told them?" Penelope exclaimed, glaring the gangster who stood laughing evilly. Newt stood up beside her, grabbing her hand in his as he looked around him at the creatures Apparating in panic.

Queenie and Jacob suddenly appeared beside Gnarlak. Jacob held his hands up in surrender as he approached the evil goblin. "Sorry, Mr. Gnarlak," he said before reaching out and punching the creature straight in the nose. Gnarlak fell to the ground, passed out, as Jacob shook his hand in pain.

Newt pushed past him, leaning down beside the unconscious goblin and grabbing the Bowtruckle out of his deformed hands. It was then that MACUSA agents began appearing in the building, grabbing hold of the remaining criminals and tackling them to the floor. Thankfully, they had yet to notice the group.

With Pickett in one hand, Newt used his other to grabbed hold of Penelope, pushing her into the others just as they Apparated out of the building.