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Summary
Growing increasingly frustrated over the situation with Juliette, Nick finds himself turning to an unlikely source of comfort in these hard times. What happens from there? Read to find out... Starts at S2E6 "over my dead body" with some crucial changes. Nick/Angelina.
Author's note
For the sake of keeping this as a teen rating most (if not all) swearing will be done in German. I don't speak German myself so you have Google to thank for the quality of translations. If you can't remember a character or type of Wesen then it's probably a good idea to check the Grimm wiki page. As the start of this story is based largely off the episode "over my dead body" a lot of the dialogue and situations will be similar if not the same in parts of the story. Also, a few OCs with minor roles (I needed more villains) will be introduced throughout the story. So without further ado, enjoy…
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Chapter One – Snake and a Plane
As the private jet prepared for the decent into Portland, Mia Gaudot once again went over her plan with the five men in the cabin with her.
"Once we touch down, I will make two calls," she watched them carefully making sure they knew by heart their roles in her plan. "Once I get Captain Renard out of the way, I'll call our Portland contact and have him get rid of the Grimm's pet Blutbad. Without the Captain able to watch over him, and the Blutbad out of the way, you will be able to…" she elongated the 'oo' sound, turning it into a question.
"Subdue the Grimm," Sieghard, a Steinadler in his mid-thirties, answered. He would be leading three of the four other men in their task to capture the Grimm. "We go to the police station while you have the Captain engaged and find out where the Grimm is located. From there it is a simple matter of getting into his house and subduing him."
"Excellent," her lips slid into a wicked smile. "And once you have him? Wulfram?"
"We take him to the safe house and… inquire as to where he keeps the key," answered the Hundjäger.
"Und then we end him," concluded Markus, the second Hundjäger. Both of the dog like Wesen had a penchant for violence, as could be attested by the families of dead resistance members back in Europe. Mia was hoping that Sieghard would be able to keep them in line for long enough to get what they needed from the Grimm before killing him.
"And what will you do, Dave?" she asked the final member of the team to take on the Grimm.
Dave the Hexenbiest was the only non-German member of the Grimm hunting expedition and had, by far, the least intimidating name in history. Born in England, he had made a name for himself as a master brewer of potions, be they benevolent or malevolent in nature. When Verrat had contracted him as a potions master for the Royals, he had swiftly proven himself to be adept at the manufacture and application of interrogation potions, both for the torture and talking aspects such work entailed.
"I feed him a few potions to make sure he tells the truth. Then I just step back and let the poodles do their work," he grinned at the two Hundjägers and leant back in his chair.
"Fick dich, Fotze!" shouted out Markus as Wulfram jumped up, growling, while phasing into his Wesen form.
"Enough!" Mia barked out. Next to her, her bodyguard had surreptitiously pulled out his firearm, ready to deal with the Wesen if they got out of hand. "You can hate each other when we're back in Europe. Until then, you will devote yourselves entirely to the task you have been given." The Wesen, minus Sieghard, looked at each other embarrassedly.
"By the end of tomorrow night we will have the key in our possession and will have shown these Americans not stand against the Verrat; Grimm or no." She finished just as the jet landed on the tarmac (the jolt of which caused the still standing Wulfram to fall over, "Scheißer!").
When they came to a stop, Mia's bodyguard went forward and opened up the cabin door, allowing her to descend the steps onto American soil. As her feet touched the ground, she pulled out her mobile phone. 'I suppose I shall have to call it a cell now that I'm in this place,' she thought to herself.
Selecting the contact she needed to talk to, she pushed the call button and held the phone to her ear. After only two rings, she heard a familiar voice answer, "Yeah?"
"Hello, my sweet," she spoke into the receiver, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Who is this?" the questioning tone was soft, not accusatory or confused. He had a good idea of who it was that was calling him. He just wanted to confirm his suspicions.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten the sound of my voice," Mia pouted.
In his office, Sean Renard allowed himself a moment of satisfaction at both confirming his suspicions and getting one up on the uppity woman. 'Best not upset her too much, I may be able to get something out of this.' "I could never forget anything about you."
"I thought, maybe you were still upset about Vienna," her voice held a lilt of sarcasm, Of course he was still upset about Vienna!
"Now how could anyone be upset about Vienna?" he relied smoothly. Inside he felt a twinge of annoyance; that cow had 'accidently' let it slip to his brother that he had appropriated some highly classified Verrat documents. If it hadn't been for the fact that his Royal status had kept him from being executed for treason (and the fact that Mia was smoking hot) he would have torn her head of there and then.
"I'd like to make it up to you," she said, seductively. He knew she was manipulating him, and she knew he was trying to manipulate her, but it wouldn't be for an assassination attempt; she was too high up in the Verrat for him to try anything like that without repercussions.
"I'd like you to make it up to me too," he replied, his voice growing silkier by the second.
"It just so happens that I'm on my way back from Tokyo. Thought I'd stop by," she said as she settled into her car, her bodyguard was in the passenger seat and the driver had just started the engine. Behind the car, the four Wesen were walking purposefully towards a black Range Rover that had been left there for them.
"I'm staying at the Deluxe," she continued before hanging up on hiim, leaving him to stew in the dilemma he was now in. She knew that right now, the impulsive male part of him would be screaming at him to head over to the Deluxe and have revenge/make-up sex with her, while the conniving schemer in him would be telling him to see her and try to manipulate her feelings for him into something he could use. The final part, the part that was still wounded by her betrayal, would be telling him to stay as far away from her as possible (she knew that part would inevitably lose).
True to form, several miles away Captain Sean Renard leant back in his chair and exhaled a long, frustrated breath, "Well what the hell should I do now?" he mumbled to himself.
Back in the car, Mia dialled a new number as soon as she hung up on Renard. After only a single ring it was answered by a man with a deep, strongly accented voice.
"Arbok," she said to the Königschlange, "We're in Portland. Have the body ready within the next thirty six hours."
She hung up the phone, knowing that her contact here in Portland would get the job done.
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A few hours later found detectives Nick Burkhardt and Hank Griffin finishing up in the office after a relatively calm day at they hadn't met any Wesen, been around any murderers, nor even seen a dead body. The most serious thing that happened for them was to catch a pair of idiots who had tried robbing the diner they were in at lunch, the second the word 'police' left Hank's mouth, the wannabe criminals had surrendered. Needless to say, those idiots were now languishing in the holding cells.
"Man, I love days like this," Hank said as he pulled on his jacket, "no-body trying to kill us, and we can even finish work on time. It's nice when the most dangerous thing around here is the paperwork."
"Yeah," Nick agreed wholeheartedly as he pulled on his own jacket, "not having to worry about our lives really takes a lot of stress out of the job."
"Speak for yourselves," Wu grumbled as he walked past them, "I have Internal Affairs all over my ass about shooting Mrs Stanton a couple of weeks ago."
"Yeah, I remember that," Nick nods, "Nasty business. How come that's still not cleared up?"
"The amount of shots fired," Wu said, ticking off one finger, "that I was the only person there so they had to make sure it wasn't an unlawful killing," he ticked off the second, "oh, and the bucket load of paperwork that accompanies the other two," he ticked of his third finger.
"Man, that sucks," Hank acknowledged.
"Tell me about it!" Wu shot them a mock glare, "I bet the recent lack of murders gave you guys plenty of time to catch up on that paperwork."
"Right in one," Hank grinned back.
"Yeah, well sod you guys," Wu said brightly back at them as he turned to leave, "I'm gonna split, gotta get todays paperwork started."
Following Wu's departure from the scene, Nick and Hank heading down to the parking lot where they said their goodbyes for the night and headed off, Nick stopping on the way home to pick up a burger and some fries (he didn't want to make Juliette feel uncomfortable by showing up expecting dinner).
Opening up his front door, Nick's olfactory senses were assaulted by the delightful smell of Juliette's cooking. Letting out a wistful sigh and glancing down sadly down at his fast food meal, he headed through to the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen doorway, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his de-facto girlfriend milling around with her oven mitts and apron on. This led to a brief foray into a memory of when she had just been wearing said apron on Valentine's day a couple of years ago, the two of them had been baking cookies and he had playfully smeared her with some-
'Enough of that thought!' Nick chastised himself as he snapped back into the present, 'damn, if that's not a sign of sexual frustration, I don't know what is.'
He knocked on the door, partially to let Juliette know he was there and partially to give him something to do other than dwell on his (lack of) sex life.
"Something smells good," he said amicably, a slight smile gracing his face.
"I hope so," she smiled back. Then catching sight of the brown paper bag clutched in his hand, she dropped her left hand in a mock accusing gesture, "what's in the bag?"
He lifted up the bag, looking at it with a sort of mild hatred, then with clearly forced enthusiasm said, "It's burger and fries."
"Well get rid of it," she smirked, causing Nick's stomach to leap in hope of a good, home cooked meal.
Remembering (with a slight sense of disappointment) the reason for his getting said burger and fries earlier, he tried to go the gallant route, "Oh, no, I don't want to intrude." He waved off her order as she moved over to the suddenly beeping oven.
"You can't intrude if you're invited," she retorted gamely. "I made one of your favourites."
When she pulled the lid off the steaming dish, he felt his eyes widen in shock and only just managed to prevent his mouth from falling open. Swiftly discarding the now useless brown paper bag containing the unwanted burger and fries he stepped into the kitchen.
"Chicken cilantro tagine!" his mind was racing with the implications of her remembering his favourite dish, as well as the fact that the best food known to man was now sitting on the kitchen counter. Honestly, the way Juliette made chicken cilantro tagine was simply orgasmic…
'Again with the linking things to sex!' he moaned to himself. Realising it was best to say something before he started looking like some sort of idiot he voiced his hope that things would be back to normal, "you remembered?"
"Actually," she said hesitantly, fidgeting slightly, "I didn't, but 'Nick loves' was written on the recipe with my hand writing. So I thought it might be a good call." She allowed herself a slight, breathy laugh at the end.
Nick fought to hide the disappointment.
"You know, I may never remember who you were," clearly she had noticed his internal struggle. "But, I'd like to get to know who you are. So, I figure this would be a good place to start." At that point, Nick found his heart figuratively melting, forcing him to look away for a second to regain mastery over his emotions.
"What can I do to help?" he asked, feeling at the same time happy that she wanted to spend time with him, and sad over the brief glimmer of hope he had gotten only for it to be snatched away.
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Not too far away, Monroe was preparing himself for a date with Rosalee that would be commencing in just less than ten minutes. He was running around the house, making sure that the pillows on the sofa were fluffed up just so, checking to make sure he didn't overcook the food, adjusting the various clocks and model trains that were scattered throughout the place to make sure they were neither overbearing nor obstructive, and of course, selecting what music should play during dinner.
He'd just got the wine out and made sure the food was ready ("Magnifique") when the doorbell rang. He smiled in both excitement and happiness as he went to answer the door, on the other side of which, was an equally happy and excited Fuchsbau.
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Several miles away, at the end up bar, Angelina Lasser was dancing with a hulking great brute of a Skalengeck who had taken it upon himself to pay for her beers and snacks for the night.
She had him pegged from the moment she walked into the bar; a Blutbad's sense of smell is second to none, not even the infamous Hundjäger could boast the same level of olfactory ability. The huge man smelt of alcohol, sweat, and most notably; Skalengeck. This meant that his already diminished intellectual capacity (a characteristic common among the lizard Wesen) was even further reduced by his intoxication. In short, show him a bit of ass and he'd do what-ever she wanted.
The brute was clumsy and heavy handed, his not so subtle attempts at cupping her breasts were tolerated to the extent where she allowed him to cop a quick feel before she demurely brushed away the offending hand with a sultry smile. Her superhuman reflexes allowed her to easily step out of the way of the lizard's feet, had she been a human, her own feet would be well and truly crushed by now.
"Hey, how 'bout we get outta here?" the Skalengeck asked with a leer, his eyes flicking down towards her cleavage.
"How 'bout you buy me another drink?" she replied happily, grinning playfully up at him before turning around and walking towards the bar, swaying her hips in a way that would draw attention to her oft commented on posterior. Sniffing the air, she could tell the lizard was getting hornier by the second as he followed her, eyes most likely glued to her ass.
Picking up a new bottle at the bar, she started to knock it back as he grabbed his own, his eyes never leaving her for a second. His lust was evident in both his gaze and his scent.
"You're a pretty good dancer," he complimented her. From the genuine tone of his voice she could tell that he wasn't being ironic. He hadn't even noticed that she was Wesen. Something that any other Wesen worth their salt would have noticed the second they got close enough to smell her.
She just lifted an eyebrow and smirked at him. He took another swig of his drink.
"You know, I'm celebrating tonight," he said as he put his beer down, his expression turning from leery to serious. 'Here comes the proposition,' Angelina thought to herself. No way was she getting with a Skalengeck. She'd have to cut it short and leave. No need to make a scene.
"Oh yeah, what're you celebrating?" she asked, hoping to steer the conversation towards safer ground for when she makes her excuses to get away.
"Got a big job," he said simply, "You're the way I wanna celebrate." As if to emphasise his point his eyes dipped down for another look at her breasts. 'So much for moving it to safer ground,' she groaned inwardly.
"You've got a tight little ass, just the way I like it," the lizard continued, his attempt at flattery nearly making Angelina shiver in repulsion. Sure, she'd let him pay for her stuff and dance with him, but let him down there? No way!
"Wow," she said sardonically, her voice shifting from flirtatious to hard, "you expect a lot for three beers."
He looked offended, "And the chicken fingers," he sounded offended.
Realising that this wasn't going to get any better, 'and the chicken fingers… seriously?' Angelina decided to cut her losses and get out, "Alright look; before you get the wrong idea, I gotta go."
She grabbed her jacket and turned towards the exit, only to find the Skalengeck had moved to block said exit. He was towering over her, trying to appear all macho, not realising that the real predator here was standing right in front of him. She started sizing him up.
"Maybe it's you who gave me the wrong idea," he glared down at her for a moment. The two were at something of an impasse, she didn't want to cause a scene (not in the crowded bar anyway) and he just wanted to shag her brains out. It was a much needed relief when his phone started ringing.
"This is my gig," he explained, almost as if he was apologizing for cutting their glaring contest short, "I gotta take this."
"Thanks for the beer," she said loudly at the receiver as a parting shot. Walking away she slung on her jacket, "and the chicken fingers."
A few seconds after getting outside, she heard the tell-tale sound of boots on gravel accompanied by that now familiar Skalengeck stench that warned her that the hulking lizard was following her.
Slowing to a halt, she turned to face him, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt and one last chance to walk away peacefully.
"You owe me," he growled out, his voice laced with lust and anger.
"Just cool it, alright," she held out her hand, slowing his advance, "let's not take this anyplace you'll regret." There, the get out clause, if he didn't take it then he deserves what he gets. She wasn't expecting him to take the hint. In fact, she was expecting him to make another awful attempt to seduce her.
What she wasn't expecting was for him to forcefully grab her arms and pull her towards him, "You just keep digging this whole deeper," his alcohol laced breath was hot on her face, overwhelming her sensitive nose, "I like that."
The kiss he pulled her into was hard, wet, and utterly unpleasant.
Knowing that he had the advantage at such close proximity, compliments of his superior physical size, she decided to play along long enough for her to make her move. 'Playing along with a guy trying to rape me…what the hell is wrong with me?'
"That's better," he bared his teeth, a very Skalengeck like gesture, the only way he could give it away more would be if he phased right now.
"Well if you like that," she said breathily, all the while moving her hand towards her bike helmet, "you're gonna love this."
Swiftly pivoting and swinging her arm forward, she caught the booze addled lizard right on the side of the head. The power she put into her swing sending the pervert straight to the ground with a loud thud.
Shuffling back on the ground, the Skalengeck phased into his Wesen form, hoping to terrify what he thought was a clueless little human girl with his bared teeth and feral hiss.
What he got instead was a vicious Blutbad leaping down on him, her arms pinning him to the ground with superhuman strength while her powerful jaws moved straight to his neck, going in for a fatal bite.
Clamping her jaws down on the scaly flesh, she sunk her fangs in deep, piercing the Jugular vein, Carotid artery, and the trachea. A few shakes and a pull later (the force of which tore off a good chunk of his face), and the Skalengeck was left dying on the floor, unable to breathe and rapidly bleeding out.
Getting up off the body, she quickly searched his pockets for anything that could be used to identify him (snagging a little cash along the way), and tossed both his phone and wallet into the undergrowth nearby.
"Well, that sorta makes us even," she said to the corpse as she started whipping blood off her face. The scent of Skalengeck coming from said blood was overwhelming her nose.
She was about to turn back to her bike, when a clicking noise right behind her head alerted her to the fact that she was not alone. Not only that, but she was in imminent danger of having her brains blasted out.
"Not with us it doesn't," said a voice behind her. A stream of vulgarities shot through Angelina's mind, 'trust my luck that the oaf had friends.'
Being grabbed from behind, the point of the gun lodged firmly between her shoulder-blades, she was pushed along by her mystery assailant towards a black SUV. Trying to sniff out the man behind her, she could still only smell Skalengeck. Whether this was because of the blood still on her face, or because the guy behind her was another lizard, she couldn't tell.
Opening the door, one of the rear doors, the man pushed her inside with a grunted, "Get in," before slamming the door closed and climbing in the front, all the while keeping his gun trained on her.
On the inside of the SUV sat another man, this one with the unmistakable smell of a snake, making him either a Lausenschlange or a Königschlange, both of which were fast, strong, and highly dangerous. The fact she could clearly smell him also confirmed her suspicion that the other guy was a Skalengeck.
"You've put me in a dilemma," said the snake-man, looking down imperiously at her. His attempt at intimidating her with both his proximity and his gunman was working, not that she'd show him of course. "You killed someone who was supposed to do a job for me."
"He was trying to rape me," she replied determinedly, sitting up straight and putting on her 'tough girl' face.
"Well you handled it rather well," snake-man said back, from his tone of voice she was unsure if he was being patronizing or admiring, "Makes me wonder if you've done it before," definitely patronizing.
"Am I wasting my time here?" she asked, not at all pleased with the way he was talking to her as well as eager to get out of the car, "'Cause I could just leave."
In a flash, the man had lunged forwards, taking her completely by surprise (although she didn't flinch an inch) and bringing his head mere inches from her own. His head phased into the scaly, fanged and hooded face of a Königschlange. The snake's tongue darted out; its hyper-sensitivity able to pick up the pump of blood that signified her heart rate, as well as her body temperature and God knows what else.
"Neat party trick," he growled out as he moved back, phasing back into his human form.
"You know, for someone acting so cool," he smirked down at her, "your pulse is a little quicker than it should be." Angelina merely glared back at him.
"You have three options," the Königschlange continued, undaunted by the angry Blutbad in front of him. "You die here. You do the job my guy was gonna do. Or we call 911, and report a murder."
If her pulse had been a little high before, by now it was sky rocketing. The way she saw it (and the way the Königschlange had undoubtedly meant it) her only option was to take the job. Dying and being locked in prison for the rest of her life had a complete lack of appeal for Angelina.
"Now I'm gonna cut you a break," the Königschlange said, his tone turning from condescending to amicable. "You do the same job, I'll pay you the same money."
That piqued her interest, "How much?"
"Ten up front, ten upon delivery."
"Fifteen on delivery," well she may as well try to make the most of a bad situation, "and what is it I'll be delivering?"
The Königschlange didn't say anything, instead he simply pulled out a small dossier and handed it to her. The sight of what was inside made her heart skip a beat and her blood run cold.
Looking up at her from within the file was a picture of Monroe.
Quickly regaining her composure she closed the file and put it in her jacket, "When do you want it done?"
"You've got 24 hours," the snake then nodded towards the Skalengeck in the front seat.
"Expect this to ring tomorrow evening," the lizard said, holding out a phone to her. "We'll tell you when and where to deliver."
She took the phone, pocketed it, and was about to demand the 10K and step out of the SUV when the Königschlange once again spoke.
"Now, you seem smart, so I shouldn't have to tell you; if you run, I'll find you." The threat was clear. Do it or die.
The snake then handed her an envelope containing the money, which she quickly rifled through, pulling out one at random to inspect it (making sure it was genuine). Satisfied that the money was legit (even if the job wasn't) she got out of the SUV, only one thought on her mind…
'I've got to warn Monroe!'
…~oOo~…
A.N. Alright then, I hope you enjoyed that for starters.
As I'm sure you're all aware, this is a fledgling fandom so any feedback will be VERY much appreciated.
Thanks for reading =).