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A/N: Okay, so I'm having writer's block on If You Came Back from Heaven and I've had this ideal bouncing around my head for the past few weeks, so I decided to write it out. Hopefully, it'll break the writer's block streak I'm having. P.S. I totally ripped off this ideal from Supernatural. Those writers own the ideal. I just Grimm-erized it.
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Nick was running through the woods, following Magiesein. Monroe was supposed to be chasing it towards him, but he hadn't caught sight of his new brother-in-law in half an hour. He hoped Monroe hadn't run into trouble. Magiesein were the gypsies of the Wesen world. Most creatures left them alone, but a few others protected them in return for their trades. Fortune telling, spell casting, basic black magic stuff according to Monroe. Their prices were usually much more manageable than Hexenbiests and they were more likely to want cash rather than your first born children like the Stiltskins. You didn't want to cross them, though. This one had murdered three men who had backed out of deals with them. When he'd told him, Monroe had just shrugged and said that everyone knew that's why didn't back out of a deal with Magiesien. Two of the victims had been human, though, with no way of knowing what they were getting themselves in to. Nick couldn't let that pass.
He was running down an embankment when his feet slipped out from under him. He went tumbling down the ravine, rolling head over heels.
As he hit the bottom he felt a blow-like pain to his chest and heard the Magiesein laugh as she ran away. He let his head drop back to catch his breath and wished, once again, that he'd never heard of the Grimms or wesens, that his life, his family was normal as darkness over took him.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Nick awoke with a jerk. He slammed his hand down on the offending alarm clock with a vengeance. He didn't think much about it at the time, though if he had, he'd have realized that he couldn't remember the last time he or Juliette had set the alarm on the actual clock. With them both working different hours, they tended to use the alarms on their phones, so not to wake to the other.
He laid back down with a groan and looked around him. He wasn't in his bedroom. "Jules?" he called out, trying to figure out what was going on.
A petite blonde appeared in the doorway to the bathroom. "WHAT?" she yelled over the hum of a hair dryer. She smiled at him before disappearing back in the bathroom.
Nick jumped out of the bed at the shock and hastily put on the clothes he'd discarded the night before. He did notice that they weren't grass stained like he thought they would be after his header down the ravine. He also wasn't sure how he got.. to where ever he was, but was sure Monroe had something to do with it.
MONROE! Monroe would know what was going on. He scrambled to find his phone. He stepped out in the hallway and scanned through his phone for the number. No Monroe. Strange. He knew he had his number. It was practically on speed dial, if Nick had been the type to set up his speed dials. He looked again. No Monroe. Mom. That was strange, but it was probably Mrs. Silverton's number. Juliette's ideal of a joke. He sighed and punched in Monroe's number. It came up as The ASSHOLE. Someone had definitely been jacking with his phone.
"You have reached Edward Monroe. Please leave a message."
Nick hung up the phone, confused. Monroe's voice mail usually said, "Hang up and text me."
He cautiously walked down the hallway to the living room. He picked up a stack of mail off of an end table.
Nick Burkhardt
3447 Brewer Avenue.
Rhinebeck, NY
He looked at another and another. All with the same address. He sat down on the sofa hard.
What was going on?
Was he in New York? Not likely. Monroe's number still came up with an Oregon area code. And where was Juliette? Who was the woman in the bedroom and more importantly, why had he been in bed with her? He ran his hands over his face, then slowly pulled them away, staring at his left hand. A gold band glittered from his ring finger. HE WAS MARRIED?
He slowly looked around the room. There was a picture to his right of his wedding day. Below it was a picture of him as a kid and a picture of … he got up and went over to the picture, looking at it. He knew that girl. That was..that was.. Tiffany Blackmon. He knew her. He'd know her his whole life. Their Dads had been friends forever. It was the Blackmons that had taken him and Katie in until Aunt Marie could get them after their parents had been killed. He looked at the picture again, then up at the wedding portrait on the wall, then down the hallway towards the bedroom. That was Tiffany Blackmon? He was married to Tiffany? But he hadn't seen her since they were twelve!
He set the picture back down and rather ungracefully dropped into a chair. He grabbed his phone to call Katie when Tiffany came into the room dressed in scrubs.
"Hey, Sweetheart," She smiled, sitting down across his lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "What time did you get in last night? I don't think I even heard you."
Nick shook his head, still confused.
"Well, I have to get to work." She kissed him before jumping off his lap and gathering her things together. "Don't you have to work too? I picked your uniforms up from the cleaners yesterday."
"Work?" He replied. "Uniform?"
"Yes, uniform," she laughed. "Your Dad may be the sheriff, but you're still just lowly patrolman."
"Dad?" He was getting agitated. "MY DAD is the sheriff? That's not funny. You know my dad was killed when we were 12."
Tiffany gave him a strange look. "Reid isn't dead, Nick. What a horrible thing to say. Maybe you should take a day off. You're acting really strange. I'll call Kelly on my way to work and let her know."
"Kelly? Mom? Why would you call my mom?" he asked.
"Well, she is the sheriff's secretary. You drank too much," she said, looking concerned. "No more bachelor parties for you." She kissed his head and left, leaving him alone with his confused thoughts.
He dialed Katie's number.
"Hello?"
He was relieved to finally hear something familiar. "Hey, Sis," he smiled, despite himself. "What's going on?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing," she said. "Ed said you tried to call him this morning. SAMUEL REID MONROE, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR WALK TO SCHOOL," she suddenly yelled. "Sorry about that Nicky. I'm trying to get the kids to school. It's been crazy. Sadie, honey, run upstairs and ask your Dad if he can take you two to school today. Sorry, sorry. Anyway, what's going on?"
"Kids? School? Katie, you're pregnant," Nick said, confused. "I doubt you have to get them anywhere that you're not going."
"Pregnant? No way in hell. Nick, are you okay? You're acting very strange," Katie said.
"No. NO." Nick said. "I'm not okay. Everything..., everything is all screwed up. Last thing I remember, Monroe and I were chasing a Magiesein and I fell down a hill and it hit me with some kind of spell and I woke up in New York! I don't know what the hell is going on! I need to speak to Monroe."
"Monroe? You mean Edward? Nick, you're scaring me. You weren't with Edward last night and what is a Magisien?" Katie asked.
"Magiesein, a gypsy," Nick replied.
"You were chasing a gypsy with Edward last night? Nick, are you high? Where is Tiffany? You know what, I'm going to call Mom and have her go check on you," Katie said.
"Mom?" Somehow hearing it from Katie's mouth made it seem more real that Kelly could still be alive. It had to be a trick somehow, though. He knew it. "No. Katie, I just need to talk to Monroe."
"Ed? Why do you keep calling him Monroe? Hold on. Here he comes."
"Kate, you know I can't take the kids to school today. I have an early class on Tuesdays, you know that. Just why can't you get off your ass and take them? And get off the damn phone and fix them some breakfast. I thought that's what you did around here."
Nick had never heard Monroe speak so cruelly to Katie. He was outraged. "Kate, is everything okay? What's going on?"
"Listen, Nick, I'll have to call you back," Katie said, her voice sounding small and defeated. He hadn't heard her sound like in a long while. Blood pumped in his ears as he listened. "You know what. I'm coming out there. He has no right to speak to you like that. Kate, why are you putting up with that?"
"No, Nick, don't," she said. "You'll only make things worse." The line went dead.
Nick stared at it for a moment longer. He was torn. Part of him wanted to fly to Oregon and drag Monroe out in the woods for a little hunting trip with the dopplearmbrust. The other part wanted to rush to Hickory Street and see if their parents were really alive.
He looked through his phone for Juliette's number. He wasn't surprised when it wasn't there.
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