A/N: Set after S02e18 when Juliet told Nick to leave her alone. It's my first Grimm fanfic, I hope you like it! It was supposed to be a one shot but it turned out to be too long for a one-shot.
Nick was sitting alone at the bar in one of the pubs he and Hank frequented; he was in deep thought as he tried to replay the events that afternoon in the hospital.
"I need to stop seeing you: that was the only thing he heard Juliet utter and the rest was a blur. But those words were what hurt him the most. Hence, driving him to sit here alone on a Saturday night drinking his problems away.
He was oblivious of the people around him but as soon as he hailed the bartender for another round of beer, he felt the hair on his neck prickle and he looked up to survey the crowd. He didn't notice anything unusual around him but as he reached for the beer the bartender placed in front of him he caught a pair of piercing brown eyes looking straight at him; but as soon as their eyes met, the owner looked away. Nick blinked, he swore he felt a surge of familiarity course through him when their eyes met; he looked over at the bar again to where the owner of the brown eyes were sitting and saw the woman get up and leave. Before Nick realized what he was doing, he pulled out his wallet to pay for his drinks, grabbed his jacket on the stool next to him and walked out of the bar hoping to catch the girl but as soon as he got out, she was nowhere in sight.
"Nick? Are you listening?" Hank prodded his friend sitting in front of him at their desk in the precinct.
"Huh? What?" Nick asked looking at Hank and seeing him for the first time even though his friend had been talking to him for about half an hour.
"Listen man, I know you and Juliet are having troubles but you can't dwell on it alright?" Hank commented.
"Sorry, it's not that; I just didn't get that much sleep last night" Nick mentioned getting lost in his own thoughts once more. Truth was, he wasn't dwelling on Juliet at that time coz he had been hunted by a pair of piercing brown eyes since he saw them last night.
Nick's thoughts were interrupted by a tap on his shoulders, it was Sgt. Wu, "Good morning detectives, the reports you requested last night just came in" he said handing Hank a folder. Nick looked up to see his partner to listen to the reports on the case they were working on when his friend tilted his head and motioned at the doodle Nick didn't realize he was making, "nice art" Hank said before turning to the folder he held.
Nick looked down and to his surprise; saw the same piercing brown eyed looking back at him from the paper he was clutching.
Hank's phone rang disrupting Nick's thoughts once more and his partner motioned for him to get up, "We got something" the other detective said and the two left the precinct.
"What do we have?" Hank asked Sgt. Francis when they got to the scene.
"Couple coms back from their vacation to find their house ransacked and a body in their living room," the officer replied handing the two detectives a pair of gloves.
Nick headed inside and saw the coroner hunched over a body.
"Do we know the cause of death?" he asked but the coroner didn't have to answer him, because as soon as the man turned, he saw a decapitated body in front of the other man.
"Never mind" Nick uttered crouching next to the body.
"Well we do know what killed him, but do we know how long he's been dead? Coz judging by the lack of smell I'm thinking this just happened?" Hank said
"Good morning detectives" the coroner greeted before answering, "well, judging from the liver temperature and the rigor of the body, I'm thinking this happened about 4-5 hours ago"
"It's only 9 am, so there's no chance we could get any witnesses then" Hank said with a sigh, pacing to look around the living room. "Anybody got an ID on this guy?" he continued.
"No sir" Sgt. Francis replied, "There's nothing on him except for that ring on his hand"
Nick move to look at the hand the cop mentioned taking his pen out to spread the fingers apart for a better look.
"Nick?" Hank asked after a while, seeing the look on his partner's face told him this isn't an ordinary case.
Nick looked up and Hank instantly got his answer; this was Grimm-related.
"What is it?" Hank asked as soon as the detectives got into their car and was out of earshot.
"A ripper" Nick answered
"You mean…" Hank asked and Nick nodded, "But I thought rippers were supposed to be well trained with hand-to-hand combat, who could do that to them?" Hank continued
"Well, except for a Grimm, nobody else I know" Nick replied.
"And you didn't do any of that?" Hank asked
"No" the other man answered.
A/N: So, what do you think?