Hi all. This is my first shot at a FanFiction so I might be a little slow at getting chapters up. Your feedback is welcome. I hope you will get some enjoyment out of reading it just as I will get writing it.
(Takes place after S2E1 when Nick's mum tells him he has a younger sister that was raised in the life. Hank and Juliet are also aware of his 'gift')
"Are you sure about this, man? It smells fishy".
Monroe never liked it when Nick called about chasing after a Wesson with him. He didn't like it even more when he showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night but Nick didn't have anyone else he could ask. Talking to Juliet was a definite no. The curse from the Hexanbeast had been lifted and she knew what he was. That was hard enough. She didn't like it and wasn't sure about staying so he didn't want to push her away any further than he already had by asking for her help. Besides, he loved her and wanted to keep her safe.
He shook his head, trying to stay focused as Monroe started sniffing again.
"Yep, it's definitely fishy. We're getting close".
"Can you tell where it is"?
Nick watched as the Blutbad changed, sniffing even harder than before. It took him a minute before changing back to his human self, his eyes full of fear. "It's about 200yards that way".
Nick ducked out of the way of his swinging arm, readying his ancient crossbow as he went. "Ok. You get out of here. These guys are lethal to Blutbads in every way. I don't want you to get hurt".
Monroe looked at him, uncertain of what to do. "Are you sure man", he asked in a hushed whisper, glancing in every direction. "I can distract it or something".
Nick shook his head. "No, you've already done enough. Go. If you haven't heard from me in an hour, call Hank".
Monroe nodded furiously, obviously grateful for his answer. "I'll keep my ears open for any screaming".
Nick smiled as his unlikely friend trotted away, melting into the night. Comical genius that one. He took a deep breath, steadied his bow and crept towards the 'fishiness'.