Okay let's pretend that Renard hasn't gone completely off the reservation, his daughter isn't a serial killer, and Meisner isn't dead. So this idea has been sitting in my head for a while I tweaked it so it occurs right after Renard is elected Mayor but everything happens after that I am ignoring.
Sean Renard, newly-elected Mayor of Portland walked quickly and silently down the dark and deserted streets. He looked as he heard a noise that sounded like wheels, but not a car. A kid in a skateboard was coming at him, fast. He didn't have time to react before the kid slammed into him and they both fell hard into the sidewalk. Anger rising form the already stressed man he grabbed the kid and pulled him-no her, onto her feet with him and shook her hard.
"Just what the hell … Izzy?" he had started speaking before he'd actually looked at the kid. He knew her.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\v
"Take your hands off me, Sean "she snarled.
"What are you doing here?!" Sean demanded. Far from releasing her he shook her again.
"Skateboarding, you idiot," she said spitefully.
"You know better than to talk to me like that," Sean growled at Izzy.
"Then let me go. I'm already going to have bruises shaped like your hands on my arms," she replied.
Sean tightened his grip, "Tell what you're doing in my canton without my knowledge or consent or those bruises are going to be the least of your problems."
"Going to break my arms? I'd love to see you explain that, Mr. Mayor-Elect," she said, her tone mocking and a reckless smile on her face.
"Very simple, Iz, you attacked me," Sean responded. His tone too had taken on a mocking tone.
"And the police captain couldn't control a teenage girl that is a foot shorter than him and weighs 100lbs less?!" she asked, incredulous.
"You're right, Izzy," Sean responded. He let go of Izzy's bruised arms, grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder.
Sean headed back to the house. Izzy was not going quietly she banged her fists on Sean's back, kicking and yelling demands to be put down.
Unfortunately for Izzy, it was 3 a.m.
Had it been the daytime, many people would've rushed forward to help Izzy escape Sean's grip. At his particular time though, if Izzy's shouting even attracted any attention at all, it was merely a sleepy citizen wishing the neighbors would control their teenager.
By the time Sean got back to the house, the bruises he had left on her arms were nothing compared to the interesting shades of purple Sean's back and stomach were going to turn from Izzy punching and kicking him the entire way there. Once inside Sean walked over to Bonaparte and threw Izzy on the ground at his feet. Izzy went silent and Bonaparte woged.
Izzy leapt off the ground, producing a knife from seemingly nowhere. Sean grabbed her again and held her back.
"You said you wanted Grimms, so I've brought you a Grimm, "Sean told Bonaparte, "Meet Isolde Renard, my little sister, a princess and a Grimm."