My first foray into the world of Grimm, so I hope you'll enjoy it!
"So, what do you think of Mr. New York?" Hank asked, handing Nick a cup of coffee. "Wesen?"
Nick shrugged, took a sip of the scalding hot liquid and ran a hand over his face in an attempt to stave off his exhaustion. "If he is, he hasn't woged yet."
Both Portland PD detectives turned to stare at NYPD's contribution to the joint investigation; who was standing in front of the white board, tossing a stress ball back and forth between his hands and looking far too alert to have pulled an all-nighter with them. Percy Jackson.
"What do you think? Blutbad? Hundjäger?" Hank sank into his chair and propped his feet up on his desk. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed at Nick, who glared. "Löwen. Jägerbar."
Nick dropped his head to his keyboard and groaned. His partner could and would keep going with this all day. "Naiad."
Hank stopped. "What? If he was a Naiad he'd be dehydrated and dead by now. And he has kids."
Nick finally looked up and rubbed his bloodshot eyes again. "He drank a lot of water." They both snuck another look at their fellow detective just in time to see him open another bottle of water.
Before they could debate further, Renard emerged from his office looking just as haggard as Nick felt. "Gentlemen, go home, get some rest. I don't want to see any of you here for at least six hours."
Hank and Nick left together, both dead tired and more than a little curious about the other detective.