Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a Grimm fanfic. This is a Nick Burkhardt/OC fanfic. Starts in the first season, essentially Danse Macabre.

I don't own anything besides my OC, Lucille Calvert.

Comments and constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy!

Chapter One

Lucille Calvert got the call from the high school principal, Mrs. Jessup, just as she was pulling out her driveway at 6:45 A.M. The school was cancelled because of a current homicide that the police were investigating at the high school.

The murder was everywhere! On the radio stations, news channels, even on social media already and it only happened about 10 hours before. The only thing that Lucille truly knew, though, was that the music director, Dr. Lawson, was killed in his car while sitting in the high school parking lot. She was casually warned that the detectives working the case might stop by to question her.

Sure enough, three hours later, her doorbell rang. Lucille's dog, Tod, started loudly. Despite his bravado, he never once moved from his comfortable dog bed that was placed by the fireplace in her living room.

Lucille opened the door cautiously, "Good morning."

She analyzed the two men that were standing on her porch. They both had their detective badges dangling from their necks. They didn't even bother hiding the fact that they had loaded Glock handguns hooked onto their hips.

"Good morning. My name is Detective Burkhardt. This is my partner, Detective Griffin. Are you Lucille Calvert?" She nodded in confirmation while taking in the man that introduced himself and his partner. He was very attractive, needless to say. He was about 5'10" to 6', brown hair, and blue eyes that could get a girl into so much trouble. "We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions about your whereabouts last night."

Lucille nodded and stepped back, allowing the two detectives inside her house. "What can I do for you, Detectives?"

The second detective, Detective Griffin, spoke this time, "We just need to confirm where you were last night between the time of 8 P.M. and midnight."

Lucille bit her lip as she sat down on the loveseat that served as her sofa. She motioned for them to comfortable too. "I believe I was at the school till about 8:30 last night. The night shift janitor kicked me out of my classroom so he could get it cleaned for today."

"Did you notice anything unusual?" Detective Burkhardt asked casually.

The caramel haired woman shook her head, "No. I mean there were a couple cars in the parking lot still but nothing that was out of the ordinary."

The two detectives glanced at each other gaging each other's reaction to the informal interrogation.

"What did you do after you left the high school?" Detective Griffin continued the questioning.

"I came home," Lucille answered. "I know that's not exactly an alibi in itself but my neighbor, Mrs. Soltanov, came over around 9:30 to drop off some of my mail. The mailman sometimes mixes up our addresses."

Detective Burkhardt nodded in satisfaction, "And she would confirm that?"

"I would hope," Lucille commented.

"If you can think of anything else," Detective Burkhardt handed her his business card, "please don't hesitate to call."

"Of course!" Lucille stood up, inspecting the card. Detective Nicholas Burkhardt, Robbery/Homicide Detective, 503-555-0191. "If I think of anything else, I'll give you a call, Detective Burkhardt."

Lucille started toward the kitchen to put the Detective's business card on her fridge, in clear view.

Almost like an afterthought, Detective Griffin spoke up. "Do you happen to know anything about Geiger Pest Control?"

Lucille burrowed her eyebrows in thought, "I don't. I'm assuming that's relevant to Dr. Lawson's murder?"

"It's just a potential lead," Detective Griffin clarified.

"I do know of one student, Roddy Geiger. He was suspended a few days ago but I don't know if he is in any relation to Geiger Pest Control," Lucille answered after a moment.

Honestly, she liked Roddy. He was a good kid but just had quick temper. Like her, he was a Wesen. She felt an instant connection with the teenager when she first found out he was a Wesen. She saw him woge multiple times while he was getting teased by the other kids at the high school.

"Thank you for your time," Detective Burkhardt said with a grateful smile on his lips. "You have been a lot of help."

Lucille huffed a little, "I wouldn't say I was a lot of help."

"More help than you know," Detective Griffin said, almost with an appreciative smile on his face.

She escorted the two detectives to her front door. "If you have any more questions, you know where I live," Lucille smiled at the two detectives. "Detective Burkhardt, I assure you, if I think of anything else, I'll give you a call."

The attractive detective nodded in response.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Calvert," Detective Griffin said.

Lucille watched the two detectives walk to their police issued Dodge Charger. She couldn't help but feel like she just started something bad.

Lucille turned on the morning news as she started her day.

The female news reporter's voice floated into the kitchen where Lucille had started making her coffee, "Last night, four arrests were made in relation to the murder of Dr. Lawson, the Music Director at Jefferson High School."

Lucille glanced up at the TV. On the screen where four familiar faces: Carter Brimley, Trey Harrison, Marvin Thompson, and Sarah Jessup.

"Brimley, Harrison, and Thompson are facing possible 25 years," the news reporter finished. "And now onto the weather."

Lucille stood in a half-stunned stupor as she watched the four faces of some of her students disappear off of the TV. She would have never expected any of them to be involved in something as bad as this.

A few seconds later, her cell phone started ringing. Lucille glanced down at the screen of her iPhone. Rosalee. "Hello?"

"Did you see the news this morning?" Rosalee's voice floated through the earpiece without any hesitation.

"Yea, I did…" Lucille paused for a moment.

"I just saw online. Did you know them?" Rosalee asked, cautiously. It was no secret that teacher's viewed their students as their own kids sometimes. Lucille was no expectation to the rule.

"Yea…" Lucille said. She could hear the crack in her voice already. The four that were arrested weren't the best kids in the world but they were still her students. Her kids.

"Will you be okay?" Rosalee almost whispered.

"I just feel like a failed them," Lucille muttered as she poured her coffee into her mug.

"You didn't! Those kids are old enough to know the difference between right and wrong. You are not responsible for their actions, Lu," Rosalee reasoned with her.

"Sis, you don't get it." Lucille fought back, defensively. "I taught all four of them for four years! I'm not their mother, obviously. I just feel like I should have done something… Been a better role model for them. Talked to them. Just I should have done something!"

"There is nothing you could have done, Lu," Rosalee continued her reasoning. "Everyone makes stupid mistakes. You know that. And it's their mistakes, not your's."

"I guess…"

"Don't beat yourself up about it, okay?"

Lucille nodded, even though she knew that her sister wouldn't be able to see her.

"Call me on your lunch break?" Rosalee asked. "I want to make sure you're going to be okay today."

"I was planning on having lunch with Freddie today."

"Okay…" Rosalee said, satisfied that at least someone in the family would be there for her. "Call me tonight then."

"I will," Lucille answered. "Hey, I go get ready for work."

"Alright."

"I'll talk to you tonight, Sis."

"Till tonight!"

"Love you, Rosalee," Lucille smiled, her day a little brighter now that she heard her sister's voice.

"Love you, too, Lucille. Have a good day?"

"I will!" Lucille hung up the phone.

She was bound and determined to have a good day, even after the horrific news that she just saw.