Grimm (TV Series SI)

[5]

After Nick finishes his report and excuses himself from the celebratory atmosphere at the station he goes to the hospital and sits beside his Aunt Marie's bed.

Letting out a sigh as he reaches out with both hands and cups aunt Marie's left hand.

"There's so much I don't understand. There's so many things I need to ask you. Look, I love Juliette. I don't want anything to happen to her...and then there's this Mason kid who seems to have abilities and isn't like the wesen…Aunt Marie I need your help... I want to know, whatever it is I'm supposed to do, and I'll do it." Nick murmurs and looks up and sees the blonde woman from outside the jewelry store raising a syringe to inject something into his Aunt IV, she's dressed as a doctor.

"You." Nick softly shouts and reaches out grabbing her wrist, getting stabbed by and injected with whatever is in the syringe, Nick falls to the ground world spinning.

"HELP!" Nick shouts as he looks up at her from the ground.

The woman shifts her body to the side as she walks out of the room, disappearing as the doctors rush into the room.

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"You know you can eat meat around me…" Monroe says as must be I made a face at the veggie everything menu.

'Ooo, Mozzarella sticks…'

"No, that wouldn't be right…not saying I won't go so in the future but, you've had a hard day as it is I won't make it that much harder by being insensitive to your diet." I say to Monroe and feel a little embarrassed for it Monroe tries not to make a deal of it but I can tell that he's reluctantly thankful for that.

"Can I take your order now please?" Asks the voice from the drive thru menu.

"Yeah, two mega veggie burger meals, and four large Mozzarella sticks with marinara sauce as mega sized curly fries, and a couple of large cokes." I say as Monroe had already told me his order.

The person operating the register reads off to me, "Yup sounds right." I say back and then receive my total, "That will be forty three dollars."

"Jesus, Veggie McDonald's is expensive." I joke and Monroe chuckles.

"Ehh, when you realize that what you're eating won't add on to the twenty plus pounds of rotting red meat in your intestines it'll seem a whole lot better." Monroe jokes making me scowl in disgust.

"Thanks for that mental image Monroe, thanks so very much." I groan as I pull forward and pay the attendant who happens to be a pretty brunette woman, "Don't react but she's an Ice Beaver, typically nice people with kind dispositions." Monroe explains to me and I try to be subtle in my nod.

"Here's your order sir, have a nice night." She says to me and I smile at her but she suddenly seems to become uncomfortable but I also hear Monroe growling as he rummages through the two large paper bags.

"I hope the rest of your night goes by fast for you, have a nice night." I say a little awkwardly back to her and put my RV into drive and drive away.

"Man, you got the worst tableless table manners, I've ever seen everyone knows you hand the driver his food first." I joke and Monroe looks a little mortified and reaches into one of the bags and hands me my curly fires, as he finishes his second cheese veggie burger.

I laugh at the sheepish expression still on his face, "Relax Monroe, I'm only busting your chops, I can't imagine how hard it was for you to fight against your instincts so close to a very traditional Blutbad, who probably has his property littered with the remains of his kills as some sort of trophy ground." I say to Monroe to make him feel a little better and Monroe lets out a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, you have no idea how strong the smell of blood, meat and Blutbad was back there…like I can't even put it into words the lingering scent of death, fear and pain of his victims." Monroe mutters as he shivers, "Sometimes I wish there was a cure for being a wesen…then I remember how much I'd be giving up even with how hazy the memories from before my first time was, and I don't want a cure anymore until I come close to losing control again like tonight." Monroe murmurs much more softly almost like he doesn't want to get this off of his chest.

"As special as I am Monroe, I don't think I can help you with that, besides if you weren't a Dogboy-I mean Dogman, there's a chance that we wouldn't have become as good of friends as we are now." I say to Monroe lightly trying to pull him out of his head.

Monroe lets out a short but loud bark of laughter, "And without you around who knows what that Grimm could have gotten away with, were you serious about suing the Portland city police department along with Nick and his partner?" Monroe asks me after and pause and I find myself shaking my head no, "I should and part of me really wants to just so they can be made an example of for not following proper police procedure, I also didn't want anything bad to happen to that little girl but I didn't go around attacking other people just because they live close to the park." I say after a few moments of consideration.

"Yeah, I just hope you're tracking thing, is right and that we led him to the right Blutbad…" Monroe mutters, "Because I really do not want any more visits from a Grimm." Monroe continues a little louder and you can tell he is deeply unnerved even if he's tried to appear unflappable around the Grimm himself.

I almost laugh at the no more visits from the Grimm part, "Monroe…I think you just jinxed yourself…Nick is a stray puppy you just fed, I won't be surprised if he doesn't try to move in with you at some point." I bust Monroe's chops and almost laugh at how pale he gets.

"Th-thanks, thanks for that mental image of a puppy walking around my house threatening to cut off my head every few seconds." Monroe groans and the words slips unbidden from my lips, "At least he's a cute puppy." Monroe looks at me with a bit of a put off expression, "I mean I don't have a problem with it but…are you…I mean do you? God this is hard to ask."

I bust a gut at Monroe trying to ask me if I'm gay, "Monroe…remember how I found out about Wesen?" Monroe opens his mouth and then slowly closes it, "Right…how were you going to help a prostitute anyways, Wesen or otherwise?" Monroe asks me and I chuckle, "I'll show you tomorrow." I joke and Monroe looks like he wants a further explanation but doesn't pry, but after a few moments he jokes, "This isn't going to end in me seeing you naked is it? Because if it is, I'd rather not know." I laugh at Monroe and eat a curly fry while turning to look at him and wiggle my eyebrows.

"That's not funny." Monroe says through his own laughter.

I start to laugh as well but an explosive yawn leaves me.

About fifteen minutes later we pull up in front of Monroe's house and a new alert comes over the radio, Robin Howell was located safe and uninjured tonight by detectives with the Portland Police department.

"Well guess I guess my magic works." I joke to Monroe who nods, "Hey, you want to crash here tonight? you can do it in the house or out here, between the Grimm and the hunt, I forgot neither of us should have legally been driving tonight." Monroe suddenly brings up and though I'm sober I do feel mentally exhausted.

"Yeah, I think I'll park the ol'girl for the night and get some shut eye, goodnight Monroe."

"Goodnight Mason, if you need anything the back door is open, just knock on the door frame or something so I don't jump out of another window." Monroe says before snickering in a defeated manner and tiredly sliding out of my RV.

"Will do." I wave to him and lean overlooking the passenger side door and then lock the driver's side door while putting my RV in park and turning off the engine, pulling the key out of the ignition and stashing it in my pocket as I turn my seat around to face inside of my home.

Not feeling like getting up and walking to the bed I pull the lever on the seat and recline backwards falling asleep almost immediately.

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The next day while at work Nick gets a phone call from Aunt Marie asking him to come to the hospital.

"You're learning…good…tell me more about this Mason…did he drink something to allow him to find the kidnapped girl?"

"Uhh yeah, how did you know that Aunt Maire? Weren't you asleep last night?"

"Grimm's develop abilities in correspondence to great threats to their lives that they survive, one of my greatest threats when I was younger was being unaware of what was going on around me when I was asleep…"

"That explains why I was never able to sneak back in without you catching me."

Aunt Maire smiles and laughs before frowning from pain.

"Nick, listen to me if this Mason is who or what I think he is you'll need each other…" Marie says before a coughing fit wracks her body.

"Aunt Marie!" Nick cries out in worry and grabs her hand as a nurse rushes into the room.

"Trust no one but yourself and Mason." Aunt Marie tells Nick and then passes out and a nurse forces Nick from the room.

"We'll call you once she's stable again." The nurse tells Nick and he can only stand and stare into the room trying to understand why his aunt would tell him to trust only himself and Mason…a stranger.

'Who are you Mason Town?' is the question on Nick's mind as he leaves the hospital, it's time to visit his number one resource for Wesen information.

Even if it is only six in the morning.

[6]

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General pov

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Monroe can be seen somewhere in his home using a piece of exercise equipment to work out.

'I'm starting to worry about Mason. This is the second day he hasn't gotten out of his RV. When I went out last night to ask him if he was hungry he was still sleeping in the driver's seat.'

When there's a knock on his front door he stops, looks at various clocks on a wall, and sees the time and proceeds to ignore whoever is rudely knocking before his business operating hours, "Mason knows to come in through the back door." Monroe mutters as he returns to working out

Someone knocks again, Monroe sighs, stops his morning routine and stands up from his exercise equipment, and walks through his home to the front door, Monroe pauses at the door and scents the air.

'Uhh, Mason was right the Grimm is back…It's probably hoping for too much that he's here to apologize or drop off money to have the window replaced.' Monroe thinks as he steels himself and opens the door a small flash of pride runs through him knowing his senses haven't dimmed any at the sight of the Grimm…of Nick standing on his porch, holding a suspicious brown paper bag.

"We need to talk."

'No hello, no sorry for attacking you the other day or accusing you of kidnapping a little girl…and no, "hey I brought money to pay to have your window repaired!" it's too early in the morning for this.'

"Not at 6:30 in the morning, we don't." Monroe says as tries to close the door but Nick stops him, and walks in, making Monroe frown.

"This is important!" Nick says and Monroe closes the door, "Oh, well then, come on in! Have a cup of coffee." Monroe offers in exasperation while turning to look at Nick, "Bagel? Cream cheese?" Monroe continues with his annoyance coming through in the tone of his voice.

"Look, First off. I want to say that I'm sorry for how I handled things, and. Thank you for helping me out with the kidnapping."

"A gift basket would've been nice. How long is this going to take? I'm in the middle of my pilates, man."

Nick walks closer to Monroe and extends the brown paper bag to Monroe, Monroe takes the suspicious brown paper bag, "You…ever seen one of these?"

Monroe reluctantly takes the offered brown paper bag with one hand, cradles the bag against his chest with his right hand and sticks his left hand inside of the bag, a look passes across Monroe's face as his hand touches wood with a leather cord wrapped around it, Monroe now reluctantly interested takes out what seems to be a tribal weapon that is reminiscent of a bear paw, a look of amazement flashes onto Monroe's face.

Before he sighs uncomfortably, "Not up close, thank God." And against his better judgement Monroe leans in and sniffs the tribal weapon. "I'm not sure, but I think Jagerbars use these for disemboweling." Monroe mutters as his stomach rumbles. "Now I'm hungry." Monroe says as he puts the artifact back into the bag and holds it out to Nick, a hand pressing against his abdomen over his stomach.

"Sure you don't want a bagel? I'm gonna French press some coffee too. It's from the Guatemalan highlands, and craft roasted…the grounds make a very robust." Monroe says as the two walk into the kitchen.

"What do you know about Jagerbars?"

"What am I, your personal Grimmopedia?"

"No, you're a Blutbad, and I'm assuming that Blutbaden…know stuff about Jagerbaden?"

"Their name is just Jagerbars."

"Oh…well, you see them like I see them, right?"

"Yes." Monroe groans in annoyance and begins to lose his patience.

"Look, I get that you're not really comfortable talking about this stuff with me but…I'm just trying to figure out what I'm up against here."

Monroe sighs and relaxes his tensed muscles, 'He's…just a lost…person who's had his world flipped upside down…and looking to me to help him make it right again.' Monroe thinks whilst walking around his kitchen the mental image of a puppy looking up at him with adorably big eyes and holding his paws together, 'Damnit Mason why'd you have to make me think of a Grimm as a lost puppy?!'

"How'd you run across a Jagerbar anyway?"

"I'm working on a case. I saw a kid turn into one." Nick answers Monroe's question while Monroe fixes himself a cup of coffee.

"That…where you got the claw from?"

"No, my aunt had it."

"Oh, right. Her again. Aunt Marie, right? Yeah, I couldn't sleep the last two nights thinking ol' aunt Marie was gonna cut off my head, stick it on a lamp post…that's how my great grandma ended up, you know."

Nick gets a bit defensive, "Hey, she's in the Hospital dying!"

"Oh, Sorry…um...I think they use those claws in the Roh-Hatz."

"Roh-Hatz?"

"Yeah, a Roh-Hatz…is well, it's like a wesen Bar Mitzvah for Jagerbars…a Jagerbar Mitzvah. From what I remember it's a very physical thing. A lot of pounding of chests, and, like, wailing. Who wails anymore? Supposed to connect with the primitive beast in all of us."

"Coffee?" Nick nods his head, and Monroe hands Nick a cup of coffee, "And believe me, I do mean all of us."

"So what do they do?"

"It's all about the chase…the hunt.."

"Chase? Hunt? What kind of hunt?

Monroe sighs and gently grabs the bridge of his nose, "The Roh-Hatz, you know? Caveman mumbo-jumbo. Let's get some beers and barbecue and be stupid. I mean, I like to camp as much as the next guy. You know maybe, maybe once a year."

Nick stands up and begins walking out of Monroe's kitchen in a hurry, "I gotta go!"

"Oh, well. Thanks for stopping by."

Nick suddenly stops,"We have another missing kid, a teenager this time…would your friend Mason be able to help?"

"Maybe…he's been asleep since we got back the other night."

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MC pov

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I wake up with an annoyed groan because the sound of someone wrapping their knuckles against my driver's side door window, is what wakes me up.

"Mason Town, it's detective Burkhart, I need your help…in locating another missing person." I hear Nick's voice and turn to look over my shoulder and see Nick standing right outside my RV with his nose almost pressing against my driver's side window.

'Oh fuck me sideways…I thought he'd only bother Monroe…and leave me be…guess that was kinda dumb after I helped them both track down that Blutbad and the little girl, even if their faith in my locating abilities was lacking.' I think and put the legs rest down and back in place, before spinning my seat around to face the normal way.

Pressing the button I put the window down, Monroe is standing a bit behind Nick and he shoots me an apologetic/relief filled look and tip toes away.

Snorting in my head, 'Dick…some bro you are and here I was thinking of letting you have Rosalie without any competition.'

"What's up? You said something about a missing person?" I ask while I rub the sleep salt from my eyes.

"Yeah, a teenager and his girlfriend broke into a house belonging to Jagerbars, and she claims that he never left the house…and there's been no sign of him anywhere, Monroe mentioned something about the Roh-Hatz and I think they're going to hurt this kid for sport…I could really use your help tracking this kid down. But this time we'll do it the right way and get permission from Captain Renard."

'Haa…I think the victims in this case are Rocky and Gilda…Gilda was a blonde bombshell…in the show, and if she is here…maybe Rocky should have an unfortunate accident, and if he does I can swoop in as a shoulder to cry on…'

"We could probably get you paid on this one…as a consultant." Nick says taking my silence as meaning I was reluctant, uninterested or waiting for an offer of financial gain.

"There isn't a damned police department in the world that'll pay a psychic, even if I do get results…besides if I was looking for money I wouldn't help you in the first place." I say to Nick feeling annoyed that he woke me up for this, 'I also don't like the idea of Sean Renard learning about me so soon.' I think at the same time.

"But…I do think that you should tell your partner and the three of us can work together to find the kid." I say to Nick while hoping to help let the foundation for a better support base for Nick.

"About you…you mean about be-being a Grimm and seeing Wesen?" Nick asks me as he turns pale and starts to look like he's about to be sick.

"Yes, being the partner of a Grimm the cases you guys will be working on together will get stranger and stranger, it will test Hank…just as much as it will test you, but you'll have the missing piece of the puzzle, while Hank will drive himself nuts over trying to find out the truth…and when he does. He'll either go crazy or the truth found out that way will kill him. Such fates can be avoided by you opening up to Hank and telling him what you are, and about the secret world that exists hidden inside of his." I explain to Nick and try to come off as a mysterious fortune teller without being too cheesy.

Nick's reluctance to share the truth of this world with Hank is obvious but I can tell that he's considering it.

"Look Nick, I only found out about Wesen yesterday when I helped you track down the little girl…and I'm taking it fine after just hanging out with Monroe and talking to him, I'm sure Hank will have a similar reaction."

"You did…uhh that was two days ago by the way, Monroe says you've been asleep this whole time. Is that a side effect of whatever you did?"

"Uhh, no…I think I got up to take a piss at least once…but I'm a heavy sleeper…and I enjoy sleep…and after learning the little girl was home safe. I figured I should reward myself with some sleep."

Nick looks at me and blinks slowly, "I see…you're a little weird…aren't you?" Nick asks me and I nod yes to him.

"Wait, can you even help me find this kid? Monroe said something about it taking twenty four hours for you to make new potions."

"The locator potion is the easiest to make and can be left unattended…and yeah I'll help you look for the kid…but I still think you should involve your partner in all of this." I bullshit and agree to help Nick.

"I'll think about it…let's take my car, take your time and get ready, I'll be in my car." Nick says to me and walks away without a second thought or a confirmation from me.

'Did I really sleep for two days?' I wonder and feel the urge to use the bathroom, making me spin around into the cabin, getting out of my chair I stand up and start walking to the bathroom.

Now inside the bathroom sitting on the toilet,I start taking care of business while summoning my potions and taking the wealth potion first, while wanting the money to go into my checking account. Then I drink the strength and speed potion just in case I run into the Jagerbars while in their territory.

Finishing my business in the bathroom I walk out of the bathroom energy thrumming throughout my body.

'Unlimited Pow-ah!' I think comically while imagining Palpatine, saying the phrase, exiting my mobile home locking up behind me I walk over and climb into the passenger seat of Nick's Toyota SUV.

"You got anything belonging to this kid for me to use to track him?" I ask Nick and he nods handing me a sports team baseball cap, "His girlfriend said he rarely takes this off."

"Great, hope I don't get lice from it." I mutter as I take the evidence bag, "Take us near where he disappeared I think it'll be easier, on me to track him...that way." I say to Nick and he makes a sound of acceptance.

I reach over and start messing with Nick's radio finding a classic rock station and by chance Carry on my wayward son, by Kansas starts playing a small smirk quirks up my lips.

'It'd be Fucking hilarious if Nick and I were brothers and were driving to hunt monsters while listening to this song.' I idly think, and start humming along to the song.

[7]

Nick and I arrive near the house that Gilda and Rocky broke into that belongs to Jagerbars and where the kid Rocky disappeared, "So they're going to hunt this kid for sport right? We should probably expect things like pitfall traps, snares and the trap where they tie a punch of sharpened sticks to a branch under tension that impales whoever triggers it…and probably a bunch of other nasty shit, so we should take our time and move slowly through the woods maybe both of us find a long stick to hang out in front of us and tap the ground with it." I say to Nick and he takes on a look of consideration.

"You're probably right, good idea Mason." Nick says to me while turning to look at me with a small smirk on his lips.

"Has anyone ever told you…that you have a very punchable face?" I ask Nick while chuckling and getting out of his suv evidence bag in hand I summon my potions to me and take out the locator potion and drink it before closing my eyes and focusing on the hat and the kid.

A long winding path through the woods flashes through my mind and ends at a cave, accompanying the images is a sense of where to go.

Opening my eyes I nod to Nick who has two large sturdy tree branches held between his hands and I take one from him. "Let's get this show on the road." I joke and Nick chuckles but nods agreeingly.

As we're walking into the woods, "Hey uhh…thanks for your help with finding Robin, and thanks for coming to help me today, So by any chance do you know a woman named Marie Kessler?" Nick thanks me and he comes off a bit awkward but genuine.

"Ehh, I was happy to help you in finding the kid, and I don't mind helping you find this kid...but I'm not a member of search and rescue…volunteer or otherwise, Nick. I mean I don't mind helping you out but I need to find work that pays."

"I'll see if I can't get a slush fund from the Captain to pay you off the books for the most part…if you play a big role in a big bust though you may need to testify."

"You didn't answer my question about knowing Marie Kessler.."

I shrug, "I'm not all that great with names to be honest, is it possible I know or have met this woman…maybe I'd have to see her or hear her voice or a combination of the two to really give you an answer."

"Where are you from…what brought you to Portland?" Nick pushes like I'm being interrogated and it makes me feel a little annoyed.

"Am I being investigated?" I ask Nick a bit testily.

"No…it's just when I went to see my Aunt Marie in the hospital this morning she told me to only trust you and myself…I guess…I'm just trying to understand why…could you at least tell me where you're from, and maybe a little bit about your family?"

"Can tell you where I'm from, I spent most of my time in upstate New York, not New York City…as for family I was a long term foster kid until my foster parents had their own kid and then I spent some time bouncing around between group homes and other foster homes, when I got my high school diploma, and after saving up enough money from whatever jobs I could work, I bought my RV so I would always have a home. As for what brought me to Portland…photos of the scenery." I say to Nick and feel a tug a bit to the right near my abdomen so I make a little alteration to our course.

And just as Nick's about to say something his phone starts ringing, 'Huh…I'm surprised he even has service out here.' I idly think in surprise.

"It's the precinct." Nick mutters and answers his phone.

"Yeah, it's Burkhardt." Nick says and I cringe as we're in the woods with Jagerbars who I'm almost a hundred percent certain have great hearing and here he is not putting his phone on silent, and also taking the call but speaking loudly as well.

I try not to eavesdrop but I can still hear some of the conversation.

"Hey, Nick. This is Captain Renard, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"I'm kinda following a lead on mine and Hank's case, sir?" Nick says, sounding somewhat self-conscious.

"Alright I'll make it quick then…listen Nick, I had to pull the guys guarding your aunt from the hospital."

"What?! Why?!" Nick asks a little bit too loudly and enthusiastically.

I can hear Sean Renard the bastard prince sighing, "With no hard evidence of a second attack, I can't justify the expense to the chief without it looking like we're giving preferential treatment to police families." I turn to look at Nick who is looking at me with a conflicted expression.

"There's nothing you can do?" Nick asks his captain while looking at me.

"I'm sorry Nick, but my hands are tied." Captain Renard says and hangs up on Nick.

Nick goes to put his phone in his pocket and I can tell that he's unsure of what to do, "Go, go look after your family." I say to Nick and he makes a face.

"I can't just leave you out here, to deal with Jagerbars and the Roh-Hatz." Nick expresses and I roll my eyes at him.

"Nick, go take care of your aunt. I can handle myself in a scrap." I say to Nick and summon my knives to my hands making Nick jump.

"Woah…" Nick gasps and I send the knives away.

"Yeah, I'm pretty awesome."

Nick is still uncertain, but I can tell he's going to cave, "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure…hey uhh…why is your aunt in the hospital?" I ask Nick just as he is about to leave the woods.

"She's dying of cancer…why do you ask?" Nick asks me while frowning suspiciously. "I have something for that." I say to Nick and summon my potion's bag and take out the healing potion and hand it to Nick, "If she drinks this the cancer will be cured and all the damage the cancer and the treatments have done will be healed…best leave the hospital first." Nick takes the potion disbelievingly.

"I got no reason to lie man, it's not like I get off on giving people false hope and seeing the utter defeat in their expression when something fails."

Nick, not knowing how to reply to that, he just nods, turns to face the general direction that we came in and leaves me alone in the woods…

'I might have just fucked myself with that one…in more ways than just one.' I think as I move carefully through the woods towards the cave where Rocky is being kept.

I pause midstep as I hear a scream up ahead of me, it sounds like a girl's scream.

'You know I probably smell like a juicy steak right now…' I think and summon my potions to me, and pull out the invisibility potion and drink it.

I start moving again and reach the cave. There are three shirtless teens built like male fitness models…that also glimmer like they're covered in baby oil getting ready to star in a porno.

'Not a mental image…I want…right now.' I think as I look at the tied up and gagged Gilda.

Walking up behind the teens who are now standing around a fire marking themselves with paint, while one takes out a knife, "This is gonna be awesome." One of the kid's says in an A-typical bro personality.

Raising my hands up and making fingerguns, I think 'Knockout bullets' and murmur, "Bang, Bang Bang." and watch the guys drop to the ground completely knocked out.

"Rocky?!"

"Gilda!"

"Oh my god you're okay!" Gilda cries happily and falls face first onto the floor of the cave and tries to wiggle across the ground to her boyfriend, 'Yup so don't want to deal with this.' I think as Rocky starts to say something but I shoot a knockout bullet at him.

"Rocky, Rocky, oh God Rocky please answer me?!" Something about Gilda writhing on the ground pitifully hands tied behind her back, her top partially ripped, her jeans down just a little bit lower than is respectable.

A dark desire starts growing inside me…and I struggle not to give into it…

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[8]

Nick can be seen leaving the Hospital with aunt Marie in a wheelchair, aunt Marie is rolling the vial that will save her life and make her strong again between her fingers.

"Nick…there's something you should know…Mason is…"

"My brother?"

"No…distant cousin…you see your mother and I had a cousin…she was special, an Alchemist like Mason is, Alchemists are rare amongst Grimm families…there used to be eight separate Grimm families with specific abilities with the ability to see Wesen shared between all. Over time and intermarrying there became one family, and Grimms as a whole became stronger even though our numbers decreased.

There was once a pair of twin brothers born, one was incredibly strong…the other was incredibly weak and lacked the sight ability. Enraged and hurt by the way his family treated him the weaker brother started delving into the magics of the Hexen/Zauberbeists, and created a specific type of Alchemy using Grimm blood and Wesen as ingredients, he became stronger, faster more durable than his brother and started a war amongst our ancestors.

In the end both brothers had to rebuild the Grimms by intermarrying their sons and daughters, leaving Grimms far weaker than we should be, but an Alchemist is born into every generation of Grimm, most times the alchemist will align themselves with the Grimms for protection and supplies other times they will partner with Wesen against the Grimm's.

When…that happens…well you've heard of the dark ages, Nick we must keep Mason safe while also preventing him from feeling the need to turn to the Wesen or worse the royals for protection." Aunt Marie says as Nick helps her up into his SUV and drinks the potion Mason sent with Nick.

Nick looks on in awe as it almost seems like twenty years melts away from his Aunt returning her to the vibrant forty year old woman that she is, long glossy black hair cascades over her shoulders.

Nick's phone rings, "Detective Nick Burkhardt, here."

"Uhh, yeah…I used his help to locate Robin Howell, Captain Renard he's really good at finding people, he found Gilda and Rocky good good…am I being placed on leave pending an investigation?" Nick replies like someone getting their ass chewed out.

Nick shivers as he feels his aunt's cold gaze on him as he hangs up the phone, the relieved breath that was about to leave him at being told he would not be facing an official inquiry at work, dies on his lips.

"You left one of the greatest assets in our world alone to fend for himself against not one but three teenaged Jagerbars and possibly four parents?" Nick shivers again in the voice that says this is even worse than the cops bringing him home at six o'clock in the morning on a Monday morning after he disappeared to a Limp Bizkit concert with a couple of high school buddies for a weekend.

"He told me to…" Nick mutters weakly.

"I would have thought you'd have grown up by now, Nicholas Issac Burkhardt. I can't even begin to express how disappointed in you I am." Marie starts ripping Nick a new one.

"And another thing, what were you thinking about when you asked a Blutbad to help protect me? Do you understand how foolish that was?!" This makes Nick perk right up.

"Monroe is a friend not only to me but to Mason too, he's done nothing but help me and try to help me figure things out, I won't let you talk badly about him Aunt Marie." Nick grows some balls shocking Aunt Marie but little does he know mostly because she looks away from him Aunt Marie is smiling.

'You're growing Nick that's good, don't repeat our ancestors mistakes not all Wesen were created equal there are good, decent, bad and evil ones just like normal people…that's something your mother has never understood…it's something I've struggled to come to grips with as well…'

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Managing to resist and overcome my darker impulses, I knock Gilda out with a knockout bullet and go to call Nick…and remember I don't have his fucking cell number or his card.

I think about calling Monroe for half a minute but I don't want to abuse our friendship for stupid shit like that…even though it is the kinda thing a friend would do to another, so I settle on calling 911 and of course it takes being redirected half a dozen times to get the south precinct, where Lieutenant Wu immediately transfers me to the last I guy I want to see or talk to…Sean Renard.

Within half an hour of calling I hear Portland PD stomping through the woods to the cave, whose location I pinged on my iPhone, Hank is the first one here he takes a look at the teens tied up with spare rope that was inside of the cave and a suspicious bloody marks on their temples matched by ones on Rocky and Gilda, though I had cut Gilda and Rocky free.

"You knocked out the victims?" Hank asks me accusingly.

"They were hysterically annoying and I'm pretty sure the parents are accomplices with this whole 'let's become men by hunting and killing people in the woods behind our house thing." I reply to Hank and he lets out a snort but nods in understanding.

"Look, I'm sorry for threatening a lawsuit against you, it's just I had a good friend from high school who was killed because a cop didn't do his job and assumed my friend was guilty…he was proven innocent postmortem…" I apologize to Hank while also excusing my behavior.

"I get it Nick was way out of line and me coming in the way I did…just added more fuel to the fire, I'm sorry too…and thanks for you help in these missing persons cases."

"Bygones?" Hank asks with a smile and I nod, "Bygones.' I say back and extend my right hand to them and shake his hand.

"Wanna get a drink after this?" Hank asks me.

"Raincheck? I've been hoofing it through these woods since early morning and I honestly just want to go home and take a nap." I ask and make up an excuse Hank just chuckles and nods understandingly.

"Raincheck, just have one of the uniforms take your statement and you're free to go." Hank says back to me with a friendly grin and I wave to him as I walk over to Drew Wu.

"You uhh, do this sort of thing often, find people I mean?" Wu asks me and I shrug.

"On and off…my foster dad taught me how to track when I was young it's a skill that stuck with me." I answer Wu back.

"Hmm, my captain asked me to extend a consultant position to you…are you interested? The pay isn't great but it's something." Wu says to me and I nod he hands me a packet of paperwork.

"Just drop this off at the southern precinct or give it to Nick to hand in for you if it's easier and somebody will call you to finalize everything, now that that's out of the way, your statement please."

After giving Wu my statement I slip off into the woods, summon my potions and take the teleportation potion and pop-up inside of my RV, stripping my clothes off I take a quick cold shower, walk over to my bed and collapse on it.

'I should be tired but I'm not.' I groan as I roll over onto my back and look at my unflagging still steel hard cock...that has been this way since looking at Gilda's pathetic form wiggling on the ground pitifully.

"Fuck, I need to get laid." I groan in annoyance and wrap a fist around my cock while laying my forearm over my eyes and think about fucking Ngoc.