Grimm – Secrets In The Eyes
A Grimm has many more talents than one might imagine
"Nick, what are you doing?" – Monroe asked carefully as he stared at his Grimm friend. Rosalee sighed and turned her back, trusting her husband to deal with Portland's champion's newest odd behavior.
"There's something in here" – the detective whispered as he pressed his fucking face on one of the spice shop's desks. It was bad enough that he was on his knees, Monroe had thought, but of course Nick had to kick it up a notch.
"Yes, there are spices and herbs and– Man, you know what we sell here!"
"No, no, no, there's something else in here! I know there is! I can– I can smell it and I can hear it" – okay, that got Monroe attention.
"You can smell and hear whatever it is you think is in that desk?" – he asked slowly, approaching his friend and the desk.
"Yes! It's almost... I don't know, minty? But there's something else... Like... Like... Flowers or... No, not flowers" – he started talking real quiet, and Monroe wondered how often Grimms just started going insane. The ones that survived long enough, that is.
"Hum, dude, honestly..."
"Can I pry this open?"
"Don't let me stop you" – not that he thought it would help much if he refused the detective, who was already grabbing a knife from his boot and jamming it in one of the desk's edges.
Monroe decided it would probably be best to stick around, with 911 at the ready. Maybe this time, Rosalee wouldn't be able to help, and some more specialized people would be needed to assist Nick.
"Hah!" – the Grimm exclaimed, having succeeded in his endeavor.
Much to the Blutbad's absolute shock, a small, glittery, flying something came out of the desk, shrieking lowly, but surely. His hand moved before he could properly react, and he found himself staring at a struggling little–
"Is that a fucking fairy?!" – Nick exclaimed, looking all too closely at the small creature.
"I thought they were long dead" – Monroe commented in awe – "That's what my grandmother always told me, anyway. She claimed she saw a bunch of them back in the day when she was little, but, you know how grandparents are, so I never believed her! Man, Rosalee will– Oh, Rosalee! Hey, honey, come in here!"
"Monroe, what on Earth– Is that a fairy?!" – the woman came rushing in, but stopped in her tracks at the sight of her friend almost face to face with a motherfucking, honest to God fairy that her husband was holding for dear life (because the little thing was trying its best to fly away).
"When I think I've got a handle on this Grimm thing" – Nick murmured, sniffing and scratching his cheek.