Grimm (TV Series SI)

Sitting down on Monroe's couch turning on his TV, it's on a news station.

Turning to look outside I see a postman glaring in my direction from his place at the mailbox, his visage is that of a Blutbad, and definitely gives off malicious vibes unlike Monroe

The guy walks away and I don't think much about it, a few hours later while I click through channels I land on a local news station again and an amber alert pops up for Robin Howell, eleven years old has disappeared on her way home from school.

"Damn." I mutter softly.

"Some people, man, deserve to be eaten…" Monroe says and I look over my shoulder at him his eyes are glowing red.

"Yeah people who fuck with kids deserve to get killed…with that said some kids are fucking psycho…" I trail off and Monroe nods as he goes outside.

"Monroe!" I call out as Monroe runs in through his front door and is tackled onto the stairs by Nick.

"Where's the girl?!" Nick shouts and I go over to them, "Get off my friend you fucking psycho!" I shout and pull Nick off Monroe.

Only to be tackled by Hank, "You are under arrest for assaulting a police officer!" Hank says as he forces my hands behind my back, "Neither you or your friend identified yourselves as police officers, I want your fucking badge numbers you stupid fucking pig!" I growl as Hank elbows the back of my head.

"Yeah well you'll just have to wait." He grunts as he tightens the handcuffs.

I find myself being shoved into the back of a patrol car, no less than three uniformed officers take my statement including Lieutenant Wu.

Nick is glaring at Monroe and I, while Hank has the decency to at least look apologetic as he walks over to me, "Look, I'm sorry about my partner and I was a little rougher than I had to be, I'm sorry about that man…we've got a little girl missing." Hank says and I know he's a decent guy at heart but police work like this led to innocent friends of mine getting killed in the past.

"Right and your partner…chased a man into his home and assaulted him without identifying himself as an officer of the law…over him wearing boots that can be bought at almost any supermarket…while getting his mail, tell me something detective are you going to chase down and assault the postman, it looked like he wears similar boots, to Monroe? I doubt Monroe will bring charges against you and Detective Burkhart, but I will be suing both of you and your department. Not only that you guys searched my RV without my permission or a warrant, that is my home, not just a motor vehicle." I say to him and Hank lets out an angry breath and walks away flourishing his arms in the air as he does so.

The cops leave. I look at my RV, surprisingly they didn't do all that thorough of a search but maybe my statement and my rather loud protests led to that, Monroe's house is an absolute mess.

'Good thing I stored my knives and gun away…Monroe looks pretty shaken…' I think as I store the weapons in my inventory, and exit my RV and return to Monroe's house, Monroe is sitting on a stool in his workspace.

"Monroe…you okay?" I ask him while patting his shoulder.

"I saw one…a Grimm…a real life Grimm…" Monroe mutters in a mix of fear and awe.

"Heh, seems like a let down to me if he's supposed to be some big bag boogyman…I think I make a much better Boogyman." I joke but keep it light and Monroe cracks a grin at that.

"He'll be back tonight…I can tell." I offer a little future knowledge to Monroe, Monroe nods, "Not that I'm trying to make you leave but maybe it'd be best if you weren't here when he did." Monroe says reluctantly and I stare at him for a solid minute before slapping him upside the head.

"I'm not going to leave you here alone with some psychopathic cop/Grimm who seems to have a hard on for you." I shoot him down and he rubs the back of his head while staring at me, "Ow!" Monroe says in an overly dramatic way, making me chuckle.

"Mason…"

"Yeah Monroe?"

"Thanks."

"That's what friends are for." I say back and we head inside and have a beer, Monroe returns to his work while I find TNT TV channel and it is playing an episode of Charmed so I leave that shit right where it is.

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"Gotta umm…mark the territory." Monroe says to me with a bit of a nervous and embarrassed expression on his face as he scratches the back of his head.

"Cool, don't pee on my RV!" I joke as I really don't find this kind of behavior all that weird. I had two pet dogs after all… 'That's a horrible comparison…'

Monroe comes back inside, looking perplexed, "You were right…get ready for another attack." Monroe says and I get up and help him turn off the lights…I can't see anything but Monroe growls suddenly and jumps through a window, there's a grunt and I can tell that he landed on top of Nick.

"You shouldn't have come back." Monroe snarls, before he speaks normally, my Infinity 1911 is in my hands raised towards the window Monroe jumped through, "Okay, okay, okay. Lighten up…no reason to point a gun at me I'm just making a point. Come on. Let's grab a brew. And, by the way, you're paying for that window."

Not hearing a gunshot I relax a little bit and flick the light switches back on that I'm standing next too.

'What were you gonna do, shoot a cop?' I ask myself and groan at my own stupidity, while returning the 1911 to my inventory as Monroe and Nick enter the house.

"You know, like I was telling Mason this morning I've never seen one of you before, I mean I heard about you guys all my life…we all do, never thought I'd see one up close. A Grimm. Ha! What do you know?!" Monroe expresses and it's almost like he is fangirling a little bit.

"You know about me?" Nick asks in surprise, he glances at me but puts his attention back on Monroe when I don't woge.

"Are you kidding? My folks used to tell me stories about you guys. Scared the hell out of me when I was a kid. How long you been at this?...cause you seem kind of new." Monroe expresses before asking tactlessly about Nick's inexperience.

Nick, seemingly overwhelmed, turns to me, "Who are you? Are you like him?" he asks me accusingly.

"Wow, you are new at this. What, someone in your family just die?" Monroe snorts in amusement making Nick round on him which makes me chuckle.

"I'm not quite sure what I am…I don't think I'm like Monroe or even you…I do have certain abilities though." Nick looks at me consideringly for a moment before answering Monroe's question about a family member dying.

"My aunt's in a coma." Nick says and you can tell it just really takes it out of him, the three of us walk into the kitchen and I immediately go to the fridge and grab out three beers.

"Sorry about your aunt." I say to Nick as I hand him his beer and Monroe looks like he's trying to remember something.

"Ahh, yeah that explains it…if I remember the stories right, What's her name, your aunt's name?" Monroe exclaims before asking about Aunt Marie.

"Marie Kessler."

"Oh, yeah. I heard of her. Look, I don't want any more trouble, okay? I'm not that kind of Blutbad. I don't kill anymore. I haven't in years." Monroe says and I face palm, 'Bro…you used to kill people and you just drop that…god Monroe how do you survive till the end of the series?!'

"Wait, what did you say you were?"

"Blutbad, vulgarized by your ancestors as the big bad wolf. What, did you just get the books tonight?

"You know about the books?" Nick asks and his surprise at this is clear.

"Of course I know about the books. We all know about the books. You people started profiling us over 200 years ago. But, as you can see, I'm not that big, and I am done with the bad thing." Monroe grows a little defensive and snarky.

"Well, how do you…"

"How do I stay good? Through a strict regimen of diet, drugs, pilates…and good friends, I'm a reformed Blutbad. A Wieder Blutbad. It's a different church altogether."

"Wait, you guys go to church?"

"Sure, don't you?"

"I don't, never really been one to put much stock in religious texts written by men colored by their own interpretations and used as justification for some of, if not most of the most heinous deeds committed throughout history."

Monroe nods in understanding, but Nick just waves me off, as he looks to Monroe in desperation,

"…What she said is…it's really happening to me…I have to stop it. How do I stop it?"

"Stop it? You can't stop it. It's who you are. So if you just got into this, you must be seeing some pretty strange things." Monroe says and honestly he's way more cool about all of this than he should be.

"Yeah. I am." Nick admits disbelievingly.

"I guess that's why you're here?" Monroe says and though it's not worded as a question it is one.

"No, I'm here because of the little girl." Nick's voice starts to gain a bit of aggression to it.

"Still haven't found her yet?"

"No, we haven't!" Nick grunts out aggressively and I step between them.

"You've already assaulted him once, you do it again and I'll put you down, hard." I warn Nick, and he takes a half a step forward.

"Woah woah, lets bring the testosterone down a few notches guys, look we all want the little girl to be found…and brought home alive and safe." Monroe, always the voice of reason says and I sigh.

"He's right…we all want to help the girl get home safe…do you have something belonging to the girl?" I ask Nick and he looks at me strangely.

"Look, we're wasting time, I can track her if I have something belonging to her…" I say Nick looks at me strangely then looks behind me to Monroe.

"We have her backpack in evidence back at the station…what are you a psychic?" Nick says and I shrug before being a smartass, "I'm something." Monroe sighs and I know that he's looking at the broken window.

"Can you go get the backpack and come back here?" I ask Nick and he nods.

"I'll be back soon…" Nick says and he leaves Monroe's.

Once he's gone Monroe releases a sigh, "Are you sure…you want to get involved in all this?" Monroe asks me and it's my turn to sigh, "He's not going to leave you alone unless we prove that you had nothing to do with this…plus it might be a good thing to make peace with a cop who's also a Grimm." I say to Monroe who hums in agreement.

Entering Monroe's kitchen my divine Cauldron comes to me as I need it. I kind of fall into a trance, as I telekinetically reach out with my mind and draw the ingredients I need to me, my Alchemic flame alights underneath the cauldron.

Monroe at some point brings me about three dozen amber colored round flat bottoms vials used for essential oils, I fill each and everyone of them.

10 Healing potions

8 Locator potions

4 strength potions

4 speed potions

2 teleportation potions

6 Invisibility potions

And Finally 2 knockout potions, that should put even the strongest Wesen to sleep in a matter of seconds for a few hours.

I fall on my ass exhausted and drenched in sweat, the room spins Monroe grabs my shoulder to steady me.

"Ma-So…on, Mason hey, Mason?!"

"Woah, I think I'm going to be sick." I groan as I feel nauseous.

"Let me get the garbage can." Monroe says and brings it over but I wave him away as I start feeling better.

"Are you sure you're better now? Because I really don't want to clean up puke." Monroe asks me seriously while glaring at his kitchen floor.

"Yeah…I'm just feeling a little weak right now…" I mutter and suddenly my stomach makes an earth shatteringly loud rumbling sound.

"And hungry." I mumble with a self-conscious smile, and Monroe chuckles, "Well you ate all the Oreos already but I guess I can whip you up something quick." Monroe jokes and I feel thankful when a PB&J sandwich finds it's way into my hands.

"Thanks Monroe."

"No problem Mason, thanks for letting me watch…it was amazing."

"Creep." I joke and Monroe snorts.

"Oreo fiend." Monroe jokes back and we both chuckle as I get to my feet, as I eat my sandwich I store the potions away in my inventory.

'I wonder if I could enchant something to help Monroe and his more animalistic instincts reconcile…and be productive instead of making him afraid of himself? It'd be worth a shot to try.'

"Hey Monroe…do you have any gold or silver jewelry?" I suddenly ask as a thought comes to me.

"Uhh, yeah why…you don't plan to steal it and make something cool with it do you?" Monroe asks and I can tell that he's messing with me.

"Well…I was thinking…you're a reformed Blutbad, but you still have all those instincts rattling around, I was thinking I could try and enchant something to help you and your animalistic instincts to kinda reconcile your differences…you know so you won't feel as pressured to give into your baser desires but can still fully utilize your abilities…" I hum in thought and before I even realize it Monore is taking his stairs to the upstairs two at a time.

After about thirty seconds Monroe returns with a class ring and some other odds and ends in the jewelry department, I pick up the ring.

And will an enchantment for a true balance and unity between man and beast, the gemstone set into the ring starts to glow with a radiant light, as the enchantment settles into place, Monroe and I both gasp a little bit.

I feel my desire has been enchanted into the ring but whether or not…it'll work the way I want it to is another thing entirely Monroe takes the ring, respectfully and slides it onto his finger…and Woges but the woge but his eyes become vacant.

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Inside Monroe soul

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Monroe stands across from a wolf in a forest it looks mangy and beaten down by life…and malnourished, a realization hits him as his eyes connect with the wolf's red eyes.

"You're me…" Monroe murmurs.

"You mean I'm the part of you, you're ashamed of and repress." The wolf snarls in a voice that sounds like a very twisted version of Monroe's.

"I…" Monroe murmurs as the wolf lounges at him, Monroe woges in this state of mind he and the wolf begin fighting, Monroe feels a feeling of control swelling up inside of him, and this one is real it's not done through drugs and meditation.

In the end Monroe pins the part of him he's tried to deny and repress for years but it is him, Monroe lets the wolf up, "I'm sorry for how I've treated you." The wolf bumps his nose to Monroe's chest and merges with him.

Monroe finds himself standing back in his kitchen and new strength and surety coursing throughout him, he is the wolf and the wolf is him but he's also a man, man enough to not be some wild animal that gives into instincts that have long since become obsolete in this modern world, it's like a weight that he's been carrying since becoming a reformed Blutbad melts off his shoulders.

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I look at Monroe and he just puts off a completely different and more confident vibe than he did before, like before he treated everything as if it was made of glass as if he was Superman now he seems at peace with himself and confident enough to take on the world.

"Thank you Mason…I learned a lot about myself…and how to accept myself for all that I am." Monroe says to me and I pat his shoulder.

"Sure…sure no problem, you're not going to go around eating people now are you?" I ask Monroe and he makes a disgusted expression.

"Eww…no I think I'll stick with being a vegetarian…it's a healthy lifestyle choice."

"Uhh…didn't humans evolve as a species of omnivores for a reason?" I ask Monroe and he shrugs.

Nick returns after about an hour, with a pink and purple backpack in a large clear plastic bag that has evidence written in in big bold blue lettering, and a white square with a case number written down inside of it.

"Alright let's take my RV, it'll be easier to do this on the go." I say and though Nick looks reluctant he accepts, "Monroe you drive…please. Keys are in the ignition." I say as I lead the men out of the house and enter my RV sitting in the passenger seat, I pull a locator potion out of my inventory…somehow my inventory was able to catalog what potions were what while I have an instinctive way to recognize what's what, unscrewing the little black cap I raise the potion to my lips and knock the potion back, swallowing it in own go and grab hold of the back pack.

I feel a pressure behind my eyes closing them, I start calling out directions as Monroe takes the driver's seat.

"So how many of you Blutbads are there?" Nick asks, causing me some slight annoyance as images flash in front of my eyes, "I can see her…she's in some kind of furnished root cellar…it's rustic." I mutter and tell Monroe to turn left. Monroe waits for me to go quiet before replying to Nick's question.

"First off, the plural is Blutbaden. And I don't know. We don't socialize much. Bad things happen when we get into a pack. Especially when we see red."

"So all those things I've been seeing…?" Nick asks questioningly and being a bit speciesist.

"We're not things. Look, I'm a clockmaker, for God's sake. I don't go around abducting little girls."

"Okay…but tonight in the backyard, you were marking your territory."

"I wasn't pissing on my fence for kicks." Monroe snarks and I chuckle.

"Then there are more of you around here. Look, you may not know where she is, but you've got a pretty good idea who's got her." Nick says with a little too much enthusiasm.

"I don't bother the other Blutbaden, they don't bother me."

"Guess what, pal? I'm not a Blutbaden. I'm a cop. And if you know who's got her, you had better tell me right now." Nick shouts threateningly.

"Please don't threaten me…I'm driving."

"Both of you shut the fuck up or my link to her is going to slip away! Monroe, turn right, Now!" I shout at the two and Monroe does as he is told, making my RV ride on two wheels for a bit.