Disclaimer: I Don't own Grimm or the characters
A/N: First Fan Fic, hope it doesn't suck. Concept and Title borrowed from the Walk off the Earth song Red Hands
"Where are you Nick?" Monroe asks in an even calming tone.
"Put the gun down scumbag!" Nick's tone is so full of authority, so confident, a result of being both a detective and a Grimm.
"Nick where are you?" Monroe repeats, his tone remaining the same.
"What are you doing? He obviously can't see you" Captain Renard says harshly to the blutbad, his gun fixed on Nick.
"He always hears me" Monroe says mostly to himself.
"Monroe, he's –"Hank tries, only to be silenced by Monroe sticking his hand up to him.
"Nick it's me, it's Monroe" the wolf tries desperately to avoid looking at the gun pointed at him and instead wills himself to look into his Grimm's eyes.
"Put down the gun" Nick shouts again, his finger ready to pull the trigger. Captain Renard and Hank tense, they don't want to shoot their friend but they can't let him kill a civilian. Nick wouldn't be able to live with himself if he hurt the man he loved anyways, well, hurt him anymore.
It wasn't his fault Monroe had told them, the stress of being a detective and a Grimm. He was never trained, Monroe explained, and his aunt hadn't even told him who, what-no who- he was. He was thrown in to a world he didn't understand and the only one who had been there to help him was Monroe. He just wasn't good enough he had explained. No wonder Nick had broken, no wonder he was lost to the real world, it must have been better that way, for Nick anyways.
"Nick" Monroe says "That gun is loaded" pausing for a brief moment "But it's not in my hands",
"Monroe?" Nick asks exhausted.