A/N: Hello Grimm fandom :) First time venturing here, so I hope I didn't do too bad. This will be a two-shot and it picks up after 'The Wild Hunt', because I simply couldn't resist :) I wrote the beginning of this before the show continued, so I guess you could call it AU..

As always, I own nothing, just play with the dolls :)

Enjoy!

This time, it was actually just a coincidence that Nick drove by Monroe's. Yes, he had intended to ask some questions about the Wildesheer, but not today.

Something had been up with Monroe lately, in a positive way, but still something was different and Nick for once didn't want to walk into something he wasn't supposed to see.

That good intention, however, only lasted until Nick saw Rosalee storming out of the house, door more or less slamming shut.

Before Nick could even consider stopping to go and talk to her, she was already in her car and driving away.

"What the hell?"

It didn't take his enhanced hearing to be able to hear Monroe shouting along with somebody else and Monroe shouting couldn't be good. He was always controlled, put almost everything aside with a smile and a joke, never daring to woge out of rage.

Frowning, Nick stopped his car, got out and walked up to Monroe's door. He heard his friend arguing with someone, voice dripping with venom. Whatever it was that was going on in there, Nick had to step in, if only to prevent Monroe from doing something he would regret later.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked and decided to stick to the truth why he was here, not some Wesen-related case.

The door opened and he heard Monroe sigh, "Rosalee." Then the Blutbad realized who was standing in front of him. "Oh, Nick, crap."

"I just saw Rosalee drive away – you okay in here?" Nick asked, peering into the living room, where a man and a woman were standing.

The man looked quite angry, he must have been the one who yelled at Monroe, and his anger was also palpable when he demanded, "Who is this?!"

Nick side-stepped Monroe who plainly ignored the asked question but instead more or less answered Nick, but not without turning to the man in his living room.

"Rosalee left, what I think you should do now," it was spoken more calmly than before, but Monroe's posture gave him more than clearly away.

"Oh, we need to stop this," the woman Nick still didn't know sighed and turned to the man who was probably her husband.

"We go, we are not coming back!"

"That's fine with me, dad!" Monroe barked back, causing Nick's head to snap in his direction.

Great, he just walked into a huge family dispute and somehow Rosalee had something to do with it as well.

"Enough, we're done! He needs to figure out who he is!" Monroe's father yelled and woged into his Blutbad alter ego.

Nick should have known that that was coming, he really should have, but he couldn't help taking a step back at the sudden woge and the outraged Wesen in front of him. As it turned out, it wasn't his best idea, also judging by the look Monroe threw in his direction.

"A Grimm!"

Well, shit.

It seemed like Blutbaden weren't afraid of Grimms like just everybody else, especially not when they were already really pissed. Before Nick could even blink, Monroe's mum had also woged and she and her husband were snarling at him, teeth bared.

"Mom! Dad! No!" Monroe yelled and stepped with his arms wide protectively in front of Nick, trying to avoid the inevitable.

His parents had actually been upset about him and Rosalee and now here was Nick – why did he always come at the least appropriate times? – his friend who happened to be a Grimm, the perfect target for two angry Blutbaden.

His parents sprang towards them, forgetting themselves, much like Monroe had when he'd been in the woods with Angelina. They were his family, yes, but Nick was his friend who was at the downside of things right now, even though he was a Grimm.

Monroe knew his parents, knew that they liked a good hunt, a nice prey and that they probably wouldn't stop lusting for Nick when he just stepped in between.

All of those thoughts raced through his mind in a split second, then he already woged and tried to keep his mum and dad off of Nick.

His Grimm was always desperate to do the right thing and solve issues as a cop first, not as someone who decapitated everyone he saw, but he was handling himself rather well with Wesen. Monroe had learned that lesson, first clue being the two Reapers Nick had dealt with on his own, then other abilities slowly came, like the improved hearing.

Nick also had one huge advantage no one knew if it was standard for Grimms or an aftermath of his zombie-episode; whenever he was in acute danger, his body shut down and ran on low-flame without any negative side effects aside from looking dead.

It was probably those abilities that kept Nick from being eaten the moment Monroe's parents decided that he was their dinner.

Monroe engaged his mother first, knowing she was more likely to stop this madness than his dad was. It didn't take too much, just some struggling that wasn't even half as serious as his mother could get – he knew that from experience – until he got her calm enough to stop attacking him or Nick. When Monroe was certain that she wouldn't go rogue as soon as he released her from his grip, he turned to his dad, who was trying to beat the crap out of Nick while snapping at him, aiming for the delicate throat.

"Dad! Stop!" Monroe cried and wrestled his father away from Nick, trying to bend his arms behind the back, holding on for dear life. "Nick is my friend, stop!"

Well, that at least got his dad's attention; he ripped himself free from Monroe's grip and turned to look at him, "I thought I raised you to be better than this! Friends with a Grimm! Alice, we are leaving before I lose myself completely!"

With that, the two Blutbaden stormed out of the door, slamming it shut behind them and leaving a shocked Monroe behind, mouth hanging open.

Frozen to the ground, he needed a couple of seconds before he got his act together and his feet finally listened to his brain screaming at them to move to Nick, who was crouched on the floor, one hand steadying his body.

"Nick! You okay?" Monroe asked and keeled down next to him, searching for any obvious injuries next to the slowly forming bruise on his cheek.

"Yeah, I just need a minute. Your dad's got a mean swing," Nick tried to laugh it off, but still refrained from standing or even looking up.

His head hurt like hell and he didn't think he could stand up without passing out, at least not right now. When it came to fighting, he was always back on his feet in a matter of seconds, more or less immune to the effects of beatings – at least that was his experience since he fought Wesen. If he was less prone to injuries because he got better at defense or his body could just take more, Nick wasn't able to tell, but he also didn't really care.

"C'mon, the couch's gotta be more comfortable than crouching down there," Monroe said and bodily hauled Nick upright, keeping him on his feet as he swayed. "Well, that was unexpected."

"What part? Me coming in here or you parents wanting to eat me?" Nick asked and slowly sank down onto the soft couch, eyes closed and one hand protectively curled around his sore ribs.

"Neither actually. Well, both somehow, but originally the reaction from them towards Rosalee was, well, over the top," Monroe sighed and then turned to get Nick a glass of water. "They came to eat dinner – earlier than expected – everything went fine and then they smelled her and completely lost it. Our relationship is against tradition, it will ruin our families, blah blah blah. They didn't even care that we're in love. Rosalee stormed out, what I can totally understand, you came in and the disaster took its course."

"Sorry," Nick offered when his friend appeared at his side again and took a sip of the water. His head was still hurting, but a lot less than a few minutes earlier.

"Nah, not your fault. Why did you come by anyway?"

"Drove here by coincidence, saw Rosalee driving away and decided to ask if everything was okay."

Monroe looked at Nick doubtfully, "No case?"

"Well, there is a case but I didn't want to disturb you. Something was different with you guys lately and I decided to not come over every other evening asking for help," Nick said and sat up – thank god for a hard head that could take a hit.

"Okay, this is not the way I wanted to tell you, but I proposed and Rosalee said yes. That's why my parents lost it." Monroe said and saw the inner fight in his Grimm, "No, don't say anything. I guess I have to give her some time to cool off and then we'll talk about if you can congratulate me or not… So, what's the case?"

"Someone is scalping his victims. They were all uniformed, but that is as much they have in common. Judging by the force that was used to rip or saw the skin off of the victims' heads, Hank and I are thinking Wesen," Nick explained and looked up to his friend, who lost quite a bit of his color. "Everything alright, Monroe? Just tell me and I'll leave you alone to set things right with Rosalee and your parents."

"No, no, it's not that… Nick, you got it bad, you know that? Why can't you just come over and tell me there are two Eisbiber arguing or something – no, you've got to walk right into a Wildesheer," Monroe rambled and ran a hand through his hair.

"A Wildesheer?"

"I guess it's time for another history lesson, c'mon, the trailer it is."

In the next hour, Nick learned everything about Wildesheer that was written in his books as well as the tales Monroe got told as a kid. It was just typical that no one knew how to kill them and that they wanted his head – why go the easy way, right?

"Great. So we're up against some Wesen, basically from hell, that are unstoppable when wearing those nice jackets made out of human scalps and we don't know how to kill them, right?" Nick groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Monroe nodded and sat down on the bed next to the desk. "We've had worse."

"Right, zombies. Look, everybody's got some sort of weakness, we just have to find it. Okay, so, why would they wear scalps? The book says they give them power, make them invincible – what if taking their own scalps reverses that? When gaining hair means they're stronger, then taking hair should make them weaker, right?" Nick asked, the resignation washed from his face.

"That is really not a bad idea," Monroe answered and stood to take a look at the cabinet full of weapons, surely there would be some nice knifes to cut off the Wildesheers' hair

He was just taking one beautiful curved knife in his hand, as loud thunder rolled over their heads, not the normal thunder, but one more auspicious and dark – like it came right from hell.

"Oh, crap. Guess it's time to test your theory, Nick," Monroe cursed and threw another knife at the Grimm, who could it easily with one hand, blade shining in the dim light of the trailer.

"Let's hope it's any good."

The two of them stepped out of the trailer and barely had enough time to close the neat little door behind them, as two tall figures in coats came into view.

"Seems like your childhood tales were right about the thunder," Nick grimaced and then added, "I take the left one, you the right one, okay?"

Monroe just nodded and woged, something that the Wildesheer did as well.

Nick focused on the task on hand and tried not to keep an eye on Monroe, he could handle himself. The Grimm engaged the Wesen and managed to get a punch in, before the reply came in form of a fist to his ribs. Yeah, right, supernatural power.

Nick could feel his heart rate slowing and knew that he switched into zombie-mode, even though he had no mirror to check. Punch by punch was exchanged between the two and Nick really had trouble keeping up, he was no longer wondering why nobody knew how to kill them, he was barely able to give the guy a decent right hook.

Somewhere in between changing tactics, he felt his lip split open and then just some seconds later a cut appeared on his left temple, the blood slowly running in his eye. Nick pretty much roared, twisted his body in a way he didn't know was possible and then was suddenly sitting on the guy's back, knife in his hand. With one precise slash, he cut off the hair along with some skin and was surprised what kind of effect that had; the Wildesheer just collapsed with one last grunt, going boneless in a matter of seconds.

"Well, seems like my theory is quite right," Nick muttered to himself, still sitting on the ground on the Wildesheer before turning to his friend, whom he still could hear fighting left from him.

Before he was even able to turn his head, however, Nick was grabbed by the collar of his jacket and lifted from the ground. Where the heck did the third guy come from?, he asked himself, then felt yet another fist connect with his already cracked ribs and felt at least one snapping in half.

Nick hissed in pain as the hands holding him shifted from the collar to his neck, cutting off his oxygen. That, he could have dealt with, zombie-him didn't need as much air, but his skull connecting with something metallic and really hard, he couldn't handle.

Shit, Nick thought, as darkness took him.

A/N: So, what do you guys think so far? It's always nice to hear the voices of a new fandom *hint hint* - but no pressure :)

The next part will be up tomorrow or the day after! See you :))