A/N: Ok so this is my first ever Grimm story! I hope people like it so far and if they do there shall be more to come!
No beta, so please ignore any and all spelling and grammar mistakes!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters etc of Grimm.
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Monroe sat down on his couch with a glass of nineteen eighty six pinot grigio in one hand and a delicious selection of chesses on his coffee table in front of him.
It was the first day he had all to himself where Nick wasn't hovering around him expecting him to be his own personal wesen thesaurus.
Thank the lord that even detectives had to take part in police training days for physical fitness. Even if Nick had no problem in that area Monroe was glad he had to go and supervise the new recruits.
He would be gone for the whole weekend and most of Monday since it was outside the city.
Ever since the first case, which he had been a suspect but that wasn't important now, Nick had been treating him like his partner in Grimm slaying.
If he wasn't dragging him on one "adventure" as he called them or another he was staked out on his couch and kitchen table asking him question after question about some case.
Even if they weren't creature related the dark haired man more often than not ended up in his house to the early hours of the morning.
The worst thing about it all though was how Monroe was getting used to the newly made Grimm popping in whenever he felt like it and invading his personal space.
Not to mention things had gotten even worse lately. Not everything was related to either of Nick's jobs anymore.
He found himself with Nick sitting on his couch with a beer and simply enjoying whatever game was on or even sitting down to dinner together nearly every night.
At first Monroe thought Nick was just happy to have someone who understood the whole Grimm thing. Especially since Juliette hadn't understood at all and which lead to their eventual break-up.
But even with his actual partner in crime, Hank having found out about his other life, Nick still seemed to prefer to come to him or drag him out to whatever god forsaken creature infested hunt that crops up.
That of course makes the wolf preen and give in to Nicks stupid puppy dog eyes every time he comes over.
The wolf is way too interested in Nick and not for the reason it should be.
It leaves Monroe with very complicated feelings that he is not willing to look at too closely, about his very straight guy friend.
So Monroe stomps those feelings down and gets comfortable on his couch ignoring the way his home is still covered in the fresh, woodsy smell he has come to associate with Nick and watches some TV.
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It had been two whole days since Monroe had last saw Nick. He had cleaned his house, visited Rosalie at her shop, went shopping, got some clocks repaired and played his cello.
Everything he used to get to do before Nick and everything he thought he missed with the intrusion of the Detective in his life.
So why was he pacing in his hall waiting for Nick to stop by?
He had really missed the Grimm that much he knew.
There was no getting around it. The wolf felt pent up and was going stir crazy wanting to see and touch the man to make sure he was ok, that he was safe.
It seemed it was true that blutbaden had soul mates. All the stories his grandmother had told him as a kid were true and Monroe's just so happened to be a Grimm.
He had had the odd fleeting feeling when he had first met Nick sure, exactly how his grandmother had described it, like a part of you and the wolf were shifting but also fitting together in a whole new way.
But to be fair it is difficult to decipher one's feelings when under police inspection and later jumping the man through a window before offering him a beer.
It's not like your cognitive functions focus on your feelings when you're under threat or are attacking.
It seemed Monroe was damned to have the worst luck no matter what he did he thought sighing out loud.
As he paced he tried to play out different options of this working out in his head but kept coming up with blanks no matter what.
He knew that the best thing he could do now was try and forget his feelings and suppress his natural instincts so that he could keep his friendship with Nick intact.
He was going to be difficult sure, but he was a reformed blutbad after all. If he could give up his other more violent tendencies this should be easy he thought nodding his head in determination.
He forced himself to stop pacing and back away from the door to go and finish off the dishes left over from dinner.
His efforts were rewarded when he had only just stuck his hands into the soapy warm water when there was a knock at his door.
Quickly drying his hands he rushed to open it. Monroe swung the door open and was greeted by the smiling face of the friendly neighbourhood Grimm.
"Hey man" said Monroe letting Nick step inside before he closed the door behind him. Did that sound really obvious that he had missed him a lot? Maybe he should throw in some snark?
All these thoughts kept rushing through his head that it took him a moment to realise that Nick was talking.
"What sorry?" asked Monroe
"Something smells amazing" said Nick heading into the kitchen like he owned the place.
Monroe just stopped himself from growling "you do" at the other mans comment.
Finally Nick's smell was back inside his house. It had been fading and the place seemed strange without it.
He followed the other man into the kitchen to take out the left over's he had kept in hopes of him stopping by.
"Sit down. I might as well get it before you start helping yourself" said Monroe rolling his eyes for good measure.
Nick laughed as he sat down. "Thanks after two days of eating nothing I'm starving"
Of course he wasn't looking after himself thought Monroe."Dude nothing? Not even a donut?"
Nick didn't look apologetic as he shrugged and said "I've gotten used to your cooking. Besides we were kept busy and it was only two days not like when I'm on a case"
Monroe rolled his eyes again as he gave Nick a warm plate of bean casserole and a glass of milk.
"Of course cause that makes it ok" he said although his chest gave a happy flutter that Nick liked his cooking. He had never said anything about Juliette's so that was a point to him.
"So what did you get up too?" asked Nick while he jumped on the food like a dying man.
"Oh it was great, no little adventures so I actually got some work done" said Monroe with a pointed look in Nick's direction that held no heat.
How could it when Nick was humming every now and again over his own cooking and his hair kept falling in a way that made him itch to reach out and push it back for him.
"I bet you missed it" said Nick grinning as Monroe huffed indignantly.
Whatever Monroe was going to say was cut off when Nick yawned.
"Sorry" said Nick sheepishly "I didn't get much sleep over the weekend.
"That's ok" said Monroe wondering if it would sound weird if he offered Nick his spare room. He would have done so before but it was stocked full of boxes that he was meant to move to the attic but had kept putting off.
After all it's not like he had ever wanted guest until now.
However his lack of interest in social interaction meant that the Grimm probably didn't know he had a spare room and meant he usually just crashed out on the couch when he was really tired after a case or when he had fallen asleep watching TV.
Monroe gave him a hard time about it because it was fun but tonight he would love having the Grimm near again after the forced two day reprieve.
He found himself fiddling with his shirt sleeve so decided to begin clearing the dishes away before he said something he shouldn't.
"Is it cool if I crash here tonight?" asked Nick going to the fridge to get a beer.
There was a pause in which he felt like he should offer up a prayer in thanks.
"Yeah sure" said Monroe to the sink as calmly as he could. "Want to see if there's something on TV?"
"Sounds good" said Nick walking into the sitting room and flopping himself down on the couch.
Monroe sat at the other end a safe distance away. Yes he wanted to torture himself by keeping the Grimm around and the wolf marginally satisfied but he wasn't going to push it.
Monroe found one of his favourite films "The Third Man" was on so they settled in to watch that.
Within an hour Nick was passed out on the couch sleeping peacefully.
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Nick woke up the next morning with his head smushed into a whole load of cushions that smelt strongly of Monroe.
He was laid out on the couch with a blanket draped over him that he didn't remember having before he fell asleep. Turning over to his front he couldn't help but be glad since it was getting much colder now that winter was here.
He could hear Monroe making breakfast in the kitchen and couldn't help but smile. He had missed this.
He hadn't realised how much Monroe's house felt like home until he was without it. He hadn't even noticed how close they had gotten over the past few months.
It was true what he said last night. He missed Monroe's cooking but he also missed hanging out with the man and watching him roll his eyes in exasperation every time Nick wanted to drag him off on some case.
Hank of course had his own opinion on why he felt this way but he was insufferable anyway ever since he and Wu had hooked up.
So Nick was ignoring him.
Besides no way would Nick ever go there. Monroe was his best friend and he knew it would ruin whatever they had because of course Monroe wouldn't feel the same and it would get awkward.
Not that Nick felt anything no matter what Hank said. He had never even thought of guys like that before so this was just something he would get over.
That thought however died instantly when he saw Monroe walk pass him on his place on the couch in a tight white t-shirt and lose fitting pyjama pants.
The man was always covered up. Always! Well when Nick woke up anyway and didn't have to rush out or Monroe wasn't upstairs doing his morning exercise routine.
Nick knew he had to be fit what with all the Pilates he did and may have thought about it on the odd occasion about what was under all the cute cardigans but he never imagined that.
Monroe was definitely in good shape Nick decided.
"Hey you're awake early, I made pancakes. I'm running up to get dressed. Your welcome by the way" said Monroe as he headed for the stairs.
Nick could smell the food now and as usual it smelled terrific.
He got up to get some while they were still warm trying to get all images of Monroe in a tight white shirt from his mind.
Sadly it wasn't working but he had pancakes to distract him. At least until the clockmaker came down the stairs.
He was dressed in a green button up shirt with a dark brown cardigan over it.
"These are really good" said Nick moving to sit at the table trying to keep his eyes down.
"Make sure to tell your friends otherwise I'd be stuck with only one unwelcomed house guest" said Monroe smiling as he made coffee.
"Ah man, I already had the brochures made and all! "Come wesen and non to Monroe's fun house" said Nick with a disappointed frown.
"Even your Grimm reflexes couldn't save you from what I'd do" growled Monroe playfully.
Nick laughed but thanked Monroe for the coffee. He really did love the attention the blutbad bestowed upon him in the form of food.
He really had missed him more then he wanted to admit.
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A/N: Ok like I said more to come if people liked it so please review if you get the chance=)