A/N. I started writing this before season 5 of Leverage and season 2 of Grimm started in the UK, so whatever happened there didn't here. I may absorb some of the information gained in those episodes as I go along.

For anyone who doesn't know Grimm but still wants to read this, here are some useful terms:

Wesen (Vess-en): Creatures.

Blutbad (Bloot-bad): Wolflike Wesen.

Fuchsbau (Fooks-bow[as in to take a bow]): Foxlike Wesen.

Wieder (Wider): 'Reformed' Wesen.

Woge (Voh-Guh): The transformation that shows a Wesen's true form.

Hexenbiest (Hex-en-beast): Witch type Wesen.

Eisbiber (Ice-bee-ber): Beaverlike Wesen.

Lowen (Low-un): Lionlike Wesen.

"Why did you drag me along if this isn't a Wesen case?" Monroe was barely a step behind Nick as the Grimm hurried along the waterfront; his long strides keeping him easily in step.

"Because the Grimm stuff sneaks up on me and I'd rather have you here. If you think it's a waste of time why did you agree to come?" Nick sounded frustrated, and Monroe wasn't sure if it was because they were so far from the main town or because Monroe seemed unhappy to be there. Nick had been pretty hard to read since their almost-a-thing happened almost two weeks ago.

Unsure of what to say, Monroe stuck with grumbling. "You showed up at my door at four in the morning talking about murders."

"I do that a lot. Usually you just tell me to shut up."

Monroe resisted the urge to run a tired hand down his face. They had to be close to this place by now, right? Absentmindedly he answered. "But this time you smiled and you said please. I was bamboozled by your charms."

"My charms?"

"Shut up. And get that smirk off your face."

Nick stopped and turned to look at Monroe, his smirk turning to a genuine smile. "That's the first time you've called me charming."

"Shut up."

The smile faded and Nick began to worry that he'd gone too far. "Ok. Sorry. I know you're not there yet. I didn't mean to tease."

Monroe's hand shot out to stop Nick as he started to turn away. "No, Nick. Don't move. I smell something."

"Oh."

(~*~)

"Are we clear?" Hardison asked as everyone piled into the van.

"Yeah, we're clear." Nate answered as everyone habitually looked around to make sure that was true.

Hardison smiled and turned away from his computer. "Alright! Our first case in Portland and we didn't die. High five!" Everyone gave him the same exhausted look. Everyone except for Eliot, who was staring straight ahead.

"Hardison, shut up."

"We've talked about this, Eliot. It's a morale thing. You are far too-"

Eliot looked at Hardison, trying to tamp down his worry, "I hear someone."

"Oh."

"Everybody stay here." Eliot threw open the door and stepped out. It was less than a second later before everyone else got out after him.

Hardison was the last to exit, mumbling to himself as he went. "Five years and he still doesn't know 'stay here' sounds like 'follow me' to us?"