Grimm (TV Series SI)

As Monroe drives my rv he suddenly lowers the drivers side window, I can tell because of the air hitting me, and the fact that the RV starts swerving making it that much harder for me to continue tracking the girl.

Though I understand that he's sticking his head out the window because he's caught a scent.

"I really think I should be the one to drive." Nick groans and sounds like he's in a little bit of pain and uncomfortable as hell.

"No, I'm good."

"No cop is driving my home, you're lucky enough to be inside of her." I grumble my response to that, as it's becoming harder to hold onto my connection to Robin Howell.

"Yeah I feel lucky." Nick utters, "If this is the same Blutbad that killed that woman in the woods…"

"Well, assuming it is, he…fed yesterday, he'll be good for a week, maybe ten days, tops…unless he's a voracious eater, which he probably isn't because most Blutbads that are go feral and live deep in the wild…He'll probably just use the time between feedings to fatten her up." Monroe explains and my connection slips away, "We're close, it's a little cottage nestled in the woods, it's got moss growing on the roof and a stone chimney." I groan as the potion wears off, but before it does it gives me a clear view of the room.

'I could probably use the teleport potion right into the root cellar…'

"Whoa, I got a hit. We're definitely close!" Monroe expresses but it sounds like someone turned two 12 inch subs mounted on either side of my head to max volume.

"You alright?" both Monroe and Nick ask me.

"Yeah, the potion wore off the girl is underground in some sort of cellar." I

say to the two.

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3RD or is it General POV

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"Did you really smell him?!" Nick asks Monroe in disbelief.

"Dude, you no idea…this guy's scent now that I have it is potent…even with you and Mason stinking up the air." Monroe says as he puts the RV into park and opens the driver's side door, in front of a bridge.

"Okay, this is as far as we drive." Monroe mutters and he all get out of the RV.

"He's over there?" Nick asks and points in the direction of a building barely illuminated by moonlight revealing a moss covered rough with a stone chimney.

"Smells like it…" Monroe says, making Nick's face warp with consideration before he looks at Monroe who is rubbing something on himself.

"What's that?" Nick asks Monroe, and both men turn to look at me as a twig snaps underneath my foot.

"Wolfsbane, so he won't smell us…you alright Mason? You look a little pale." Monroe says to Nick's question while looking at me and asking after a few seconds of inspection, I shrug at his question. "I think I'm fine…it is night time and the, and with the moonlight I probably just look pale." I say to Monroe as I do feel fine.

"You're sure this is the place, Mason?" Nick asks me and then turns to look at Monroe. "Yeah I'm sure this is the place and I trust Monroe's instincts. If he believes we're on the right track, so do I." I reply to his question just before he starts asking Monroe something. "And Wolfsbane, you're kidding me, right?" Nick asks me and then Monroe.

"Not if you want to stay alive." Monroe says in a matter of fact way, Monroe looks a little embarrassed but he cracks a smile, "Thanks Mason…" Monroe says and I give him a thumbs up while Nick holds out his hand for the wolfsbane, which Monroe hands him, Nick rubs the Wolfsbane on himself and starts walking like he's going to walk across the bridge.

"What are you doing?" Monroe hisses at Nick with no small amount of urgency in his voice.

"You guys both agree he's over there." Nick says while pointing and I can just barely make out the cottage, through small patches of moonlight.

"Why don't you just call him, tell him you're coming? We go this way…" Monroe says and they start to go down the little bank but stop and look at me, "Aren't you coming?" Nick asks me and I shake my head no." "No…I'm not very good at walking through the woods…used to scare all the deer away when I'd go hunting…and I'm going to go secure the girl." I say to the two and Monroe chuckles and Nick gives me a distrustful glare, "How are you going to go secure the girl?" Nick asks as he reaches for his sidearm I make the invisibility potion appear in my hand, alongside a teleport potion as well.

"Magic." I say with a smirk having already removed the cap of the Invisibility potion I knock it back, vanishing from all of their senses.

"Whoa…I can't even smell his scent anymore…or hear his heartbeat…" Monroe mutters, but Nick doesn't say anything else as he follows Monroe down an embankment next to the bridge. I can hear them sloshing through the stream underneath the bridge though.

Drinking my teleport potion, while imagining the root cellar, I appear near the girl, the girl Robin Howell…is curled up on the bed crying, 'Cross my fingers that I don't freak her the fuck out.' I prey as I sit down on the bed next to her and pat her arm, she jolts and flinches.

"Don't be afraid…have you ever watched Casper, The Friendly Ghost?"

"Mmhmm." She nods and wipes at her eyes, "My name is Mason…I'm a friendly ghost like Casper."

Robin whimpers and curls in on herself even more, "Am I going to die?" Her voice is so soft and frail it's heartbreaking. "No sweetheart, my friend Nick…is coming he's a cop now…when we were little we put a frog in the microwave and it went kaboom."

"You're silly Mason…" the girl giggles softly, "C-can I have a hug? You're really warm…" Her voice is still really fragile but I can tell she's becoming less afraid.

"Of course you can have a hug, Robin." I say gently and scoop the girl up into a hug and rock her back and forth.

"I'm really sorry, you're a ghost Mason…will I become a ghost when I die…if I do we can be friends."

'Oh you're so precious.' I think and feel myself smiling softly.

"Hmm, I'd really like to be your friend too Robin…but after helping Nick save you my guardian angel is going to take me to heaven…so we won't be able to see each other for a very very long time."

"Mmm, then when I get there can we be best friends?"

"Of course we can be best friends, we'll do all sorts of fun stuff together like flying through the clouds, and eating ice cream sundaes for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

Robin giggles and yawns, her eyes growing heavy, "Yo-u're…sil-ly." Robin murmurs and falls asleep.

Setting Robin back down on the bed pulling strength and speed potions from my inventory, drinking them both in rapid succession, while looking around at the room, pickling jars of various sizes with human...female reproductive organs preserved inside, standing up walking over to the two door wardrobe, there's dozens of red articles of women's and girl's clothing.

'This fucking animal.' I growl in my mind as there are little coils of hair laid out inside of the wardrobe as well.

Keeping my footsteps light and cautious I make my way up out of the root cellar into the cottages living room, I hear the sound of someone grinding meat in the kitchen.

Walking up behind the...it, it's not a man it's little more than an animal, I see him shoving a human hand into a meat grinder used and into a sausage casing.

Smashing it's face down against the indented wooden table, making him grunt in pain I keep him pinned there with my hand on his back between his shoulder blades while reaching up and grabbing a large meat cleaver off of a hook.

The Blutbad struggles making the wooden table creak and splinter as he fights back but my strength is superior.

I bring it down severing his head from his body... "Now what am I going to do with you?" I wonder and then store his body in my inventory in a rare moment of brilliance.

The cleaver remains stuck in the wood while this thing's body appears in my inventory, a small icon in the shape of a human chalk outline, with dots dotting it's neck surrounded by blood.

'Huh…I guess bodies are stackable…is it wrong…that I think that, that's awesome? Yes yes it is.' I hear Phineas's voice from Phineas and Pherb cartoon.

Monroe burst through door nostrils flaring fully wolfed out a snarl on his face he looks towards me...at...me...no the meat cleaver that's stained with blood scents the air, walks towards me.

'I wonder if my fingerprints are invisible and if they'll appear when the potion wears off.' I wonder and remove the cleaver from the wood just as Nick enters the house gun drawn ready to shoot, "Girl's in the root cellar, trap door is open...come on Monroe we should go, don't want to be here when the Popo's get here." I say while resting my hand in Monroe's shoulder, he nods to me.

"Where is the other Blutbad?" Nick questions suspiciously.

"No idea...maybe he's out marking his territory, or you didn't use enough wolfsbane...to cover your scents and he took off.

"Man, that's really freaky I can hear you and feel the pressure of your hand...but it's still like you aren't here." Monroe mutters.

"Thanks."

"Mason is right you guys should get out of here... I'll call Hank." Nick says and once Monroe and I are in the RV he waits to start the engine.

"You killed the Blutbad..." Monroe states not even a tiny bit of doubt.

"I did...he kept trophies where the little girl was kept...jars with preserved sexual organs, a dozen or more red sweaters/coats of his victims, I couldn't...I couldn't let him live after knowing what he planned to do with that sweet little kid...she asked if we could be best friends..." I say and suddenly feel embarrassed and sick to my stomach, I just killed someone and it was easier than shooting a deer, killing a cow or any other livestock and butchering it.

"So...you gonna...turn visible soon?"

"Uhh...I don't know...I forgot to make a nullifying potion..." I mutter feeling slightly embarrassed.

"I'll stop at a nice whole foods mart, on the way to pickup up some stuff for you to use...after that I know a nice place with hot Wesen babes and unlimited wings...draft beers for twenty bucks a person."

"Sounds good to me." I say and then sigh as I lean against the door frame pressing my forehead to the cool glass.

"Mason, you did good tonight, we did good tonight…that little girl will be home safe with her parents by morning because we helped...you made the right choice tonight that Blutbad was the worst that our kind produces."

I can't help but laugh as I relax back into my seat, "So does this…place with hot Wesen babes...happen to be a stripclub?" I ask Monroe and he laughs... "Yup, just wait till you see the star of the show..." he says and trails off suggestively.