Disclaimer: If I owned Grimm, Nick and Monroe would be having hot, steamy sex while Juliette left Portland and Rosalee was the supportive BFF. Since the show is not like this, I obviously own nothing.
Prologue:
"Whatchya reading there?"
Young Quinn Burhardt asked her brother, leaning over the counter to get a better view. Channing snatched his magazine away and scowled at his sister, snapping, "None of your business!" She held up her hands in defense and said, "Jeeze! I was just asking. God, don't get your panties in a twist." Channing frowned at her for a moment before sniffing at the air.
"Tell you what, I'll trade you this, for those beef sticks in your back pack," Channing offered. Quinn grabbed her pack, replying, "No way! This is my snack find your own." Her twin grinned and teasingly pulled on the other end of the bag. As Quinn pulled back just as hard, she leaned over and smacked Channing lightly on the arm. She wasn't expecting him to let go though, and suddenly found herself on the floor of their aunt's shop. Her bag came off the counter along with several jars of powders and spices that had been sitting by the register.
Seeing the jars topple over with her bag Quinn had just enough time to think, uh oh!, before blinking hard.
When she opened her eyes, her brother was gone. She was alone in the dimly lit shop. Shaking, Quinn managed to stand and dust herself off. Soon a wave of shock and fear set in and before she could think straight, she picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she ran out the door, into the streets of Portland. She looked around and her anxiety grew. There were dozens of Wesen on the streets, and she didn't recognize any of them.
She definitely wasn't in the Portland that she knew and loved.