Okay so I debated for the longest time if I should post this yet or not because I have a few other things that I should be working on instead of something new but In the end I (obviously) decided to post it and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it! :D

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"Hey." I smile at Juliet who is sat at the kitchen table, wrapped in her bath robe. "What are you doing up?" I look at my watch, one thirty.

"Nick, we need to talk." She laces her fingers together over her lap.

That's when I notice the packed duffel bag that is resting at her feet.

"What is this? Are you leaving?"

"No, Nick, you are. I cant do this anymore. You won't tell me anything! You're out at all hours of the night, running around doing God knows what! Then you come home beaten and battered! You say you're working a case but when I talk to Hank he says you don't have a case! When you're in the hospital from whatever the Hell you do at night and I get a call, do you know what the nurse tells me?" She looks about ready to cry and her face is flushed in anger, "Do you?" She yells, standing suddenly, knocking the chair to the floor.

"No." I shrug as the chair clatters against the tile.

"Yes ma'am, you are the second person he asked us to call!" She screams at me, "Second, Nick? When exactly did I become second? I'm not sure I'm even that high up in your priorities because you put your job, whatever you do at night and whoever you would rather have at your side in the hospital, all ahead of me!"

I open my mouth to try and explain, try and make her change her mind. But I know I can''t tell her about being a Grimm and I can't tell her that yes, I would rather have Monroe at the hospital with me after I had been out doing my Grimm duties so he can tell me that those fangs or claws or fluids weren't going to maim or kill me rather than having her there fussing and asking questions that I just couldn't answer.

When I close my mouth she rolls her eyes, picking up the duffel and pressing it to my chess, the zipper digs sharply into my sternum.

"We're done Nick."

"Done?" I know I had been keeping secrets and maybe work had been keeping me occupied more than usual but did it really justify her-

"Yes, Nick, done, over, through, broken up!"

"Juliet-"

"Don't. You wouldn't talk before, I don't want to hear it now. Just go." She points forcefully towards the door.

My chest constricts as I turn to leave and I know there is nothing I could say to change her mind.

Sitting in my car in front of the house, I try and calm my pounding heart. I hit the steering wheel and the heel of my hand throbs as a frustrated tear rolls down my cheek.

I start the car and drive. I don't know where I'm going and I can't bring myself to care, in my mind I run over the past few months and I think, maybe, I'm not really torn up about her kicking me out, maybe my heart isn't broken that our relationship is over. How am I supposed to feel about that?

After some time I find myself pulling over without really thinking about it and when I look out the passenger side window I smile at the familliar house.

I pull myself together and take the duffel bag in hand, giving my damp cheeks one last brush with shaking fingers before walking up the short path to the front door.

My knocking echos in the frigid three a.m air, I shift uncomfortably, rubbing my hands together, listening to Monroe stumble through the house.

The door flies open and he's standing there in a rumpled button down and boxers, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. I can see that he immediately knows that I've been crying as his face softens.

I can't help it, when his eyes melt into welcoming and understanding pools of chocolate I drop my bag and throw myself at him, arms wraping around his shoulders and face burrying in his neck.

His hands hesitate before wraping around my back and holding tight.

My heart skips a beat because he's warm and familiar and for once I don't have to be the one to comfort.

Tears start to flow and I squeeze my eyes shut as they soak into his shirt. I don't want to let go. Monroe smells like home and that scares me.

The taller man doesn't pull away, just leads me into the house, leaving my bag forgotten on the porch. He silently coaxes me to sit on the couch with him and doesn't say anything when I take his hand in my own.

A broken sob tears from my throat and he squeezes my fingers.

"What happened?"

"Juliet broke up with me." I stare down at our hands resting in my lap, vision swimming.

"What? Why?"

"Because...because I spend so much time at work, because I spend long nights doing Grimm stuff. Because I...I would rather have you at my side in the hospital than her."

"How else are you to know weather that Wesen was poisonous?"

"But I...think I just want you there no matter what..." That admission makes my breath hitch in a little hiccup and I start nervously running my thumb over his nuckles. I hadn't thought about it before, but Monroe was always there for me. When I had a bad day, he was always there to talk. Juliet said that I never wanted to talk but I did, all the time, but when I told her so it was always I'm busy, or I'm too tired. Monroe, I could tell about all things Grimm and Juliet didn't know it but half the time that I lied about being at work I was here, not even for anything Grimm related, just to watch a game, have dinner. That should have told me something, maybe this break up was a long time coming and I just hadn't seen it.

"Well you know you can stay here as long as you need, I'll make up the guest room for you."

"Thank you." I tackle him into another hug and we fall back. I just hold him for a long moment and he doesn't make any moves to push me off.

"I-uh-Nick, could you maybe..." The Blutbad makes a distressed sound.

I notice it, pressed hard against my hip.

"Oh my God!"