Author's Note: Trying something new and writing a story for Grimm. We need more in this fandom and I'm going to take it upon myself to put some out there. I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a review if you have the time. I actually just started watching the show and love it already. Give me a few weeks and between work and a little sleep I'll catch myself up. Monroe is off the bat, obviously the best character ever. I didn't really stay true the show and wanted to give my own spin on things, but I hope you still enjoy. Basic outline is still the same, so I'm not really sure to call this an AU or not.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story itself.
Nick hadn't been a detective that long before he started seeing things he shouldn't. Things like people transform into monsters and the first few time he took it to being his instincts telling him that the individual was evil and needed to be stopped. Like he had suddenly developed some kind of demonic demon sense. Then a mother of three and her toddler transformed by him at the grocery store and Nick nearly burst into tears. That wasn't supposed to happen, and he was pretty sure at that moment he was crazy.
Nick left his cart and dashed out of the building at full speed; and he flopped into his car at incredible speed, not being able to close the door behind him as his lungs decided that air was something they needed to hoard and never let go. It was pathetic as he curled up on himself on the seat and tried to not die from not being able to breath. Short gasps were all Nick managed and tears were starting to prick at his eyes. He hadn't panicked this bad in years, not since graduating high school and escaping to college from his Aunt Marie. His small librarian Aunt whom had always forgot about feeding him as a child, left him alone in dark places for far to long and snapped at him if he so much as pet an animal.
These times had been better, being far away from her. Not seeing those uncaring eyes of hers, look at him like he caused the death of his parents for being born. That didn't matter today though, for Nick's body was in pure panic mode of it's own choice. He was seeing things, maybe even going crazy. If he was crazy he couldn't keep being a cop, he might hurt someone without meaning to.
An almost growl sounded from outside his car and in his breathless haze; Nick turn his head to face the probable threat. It wasn't helpful to see a man whom had a wolf face; scary and angry to see him all in a single second. This wasn't good and Nick's breath was not even making an attempt to come back to him. His chest was starting to hurt and he pitifully tried to close the door of his car, wanting to put a wall between him and the monster. It was humiliating that his eyes were prickling with tears and the noise that came from his throat as the wolf reached for him was straight out a whimper.
Things were starting to get hazy from the lack of air in his lungs and a heavy hand that was a bit sharper then it should have been scraped through his hair. It was strong and shouldn't have been comforting to him; but it had been so long since someone had run there hands through his hair. His mother used to do that while singing him to sleep. Juliet wasn't an overly touchy-feely person and preferred verbal affirmation compared to anything else. He liked being touched, in anyway that anyone else would touch him.
His relationship with Juliet had never been perfect; she liked to tease that he was so needy and he liked to pout about her having so many plans and friends that didn't include him in the slightest. She was allowed to be her own person of course, and he would never make her stay with him; but it hurt that some weeks the only time he saw her was when she was already sleeping. He felt lonely in his own house, sometimes lonely in his entire life. Would this panic even be happening he he hadn't been alone at the store? No; he couldn't try and blame another person for his messed up and finally breaking mind.
Things were dark now, Nick was in the state of not being passed out, but not having the energy for being awake. He had closed his eyes, because focusing became much to complex for him to handle. This was a state of being that happened regularly in his life; he went until exhausted and collapsed or he panicked and dropped into a sleep that calmed him. Not good when you were in the parking lot of a local store, and possibly in the presence of a wolf man.
Maybe it was actually going to be fine then, because Nick could hear an even toned, rough voice right next to him. He wondered if someone else had come by and noticed him or if it was still the wolf moving him from his car. Whispering sweet things and hushing in his ear, while rocking him back and forth. It was hard to know what was happening with his eyes closed, but it was easy to tell that he was being heaved out of the car seat without strain.
Nick was moved and held close to a warm body and his stressed body finally let his body go limp in another man's arms. His face was pulled into a soft fabric shirt before he drifted off to the world. It felt nice to be coddled and for some reason or another, Nick felt safer then he had in years. Little did he know that his life was about to get a hell of a lot weirder.
Little did Nick realize that his savior was one of the monsters he kept seeing; and he wasn't imagining it.