A/N: Warning: Dub-con due to a spell, obsession, canon events in non-canon ways
Note: This is set in season one in an AU where Nick and Juliette were never together and Adalind decides to go after Nick instead of Hank.
This was written for the Small Fandom Bang. My eternal gratitude to the smallfandombang mod who was more than understanding in allowing my to post after my assigned date, when real life issues prevented me from posting when I was supposed to.
Thank you also to my wonderful beta (who doesn't have an LJ account) who made this story better than it would have been otherwise. 3
Thank you to my wonderful artist! I had the great honor to work with Gryphon2k who made the most incredible art for this story. Go check it out...seriously, if you do nothing else, go take a look at what she made and tell her how awesome she is.
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"I have loved to the point of madness. That which is called madness. That which to me is the only sensible way to love." ~ Francoise Sagan.
Adalind's heels clicked as she walked across the hard linoleum floor of the police station. She was here for a specific purpose and she wasn't going to let anyone stop her. Not that they could. She wasn't one to back down once she set her mind to something. She looked around, careful to avoid Sean. She could see him in his office talking on the phone and made a point to stay out of his line of sight. This was going against what he had told her to do. A direct order, in his mind, was something to be followed. But she wasn't one of his underlings, bowing to his every wish. He thought he was smart. He thought he knew better than her. But she would show him. She would show him what a hexenbeist could do. He had told her to go after Nick's friends, his friends were the best way to get to the Grimm. But why pussyfoot around? Why go the long route to get what she wanted? She could let him think he was in charge, but she knew she was the one in control. She always got what she wanted, and she wanted the Grimm. At least she wanted what the Grimm could do for her. No reason playing games, at least not the games Sean wanted her to play, when she knew how to get to the Grimm.
It was almost too easy. She already had her potion ready in a small vile in her pocket. She watched and waited until Nick left his desk. She passed by and with a small movement poured her concoction into his coffee. She was still there when his partner came back and sat down. He looked at her questioningly.
"Can I help you with something?"
"I hope so." She kept her voice sweet and soft, "Is Nick around? I wanted to talk to him."
"Is something the matter?" He grew tense and she could see him shifting into cop mode, ready to take on whatever evil might be troubling her.
"It's nothing, really. This is probably weird, but I wanted to thank him. He saved my life recently and I guess I just wanted him to know how grateful I am. I probably look like a stalker or something." She played her part perfectly, putting just the right amount of embarrassment into her voice. She was the damsel in distress, coming to thank her knight in shining armor from saving her from the big bad dragon.
Hank responded as she had expected him to, relaxing. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Nick is a good cop and few people take the time to show their appreciation. It's not an easy job; it's good to know we make a difference."
"Oh you do! I have always respected the work that you do. If it weren't for people like you and Nick the world would descend into chaos! It is men like you that keep the rest of us safe!" Her voice was dripping with saccharine sweetness. She tried not to overdo it though, she didn't want to come across as a badge bunny or like she was trying to get on his good side.
Nick returned to his desk his smile fading as soon as he saw her. She could see he was prepared for war.
"Adalind. What are you doing here?" There was a sneer in his voice and she chose to misunderstand his meaning.
"You remember my name?" She smiled sweetly as if genuinely pleased that he actually remembered her, and that she wasn't just another face he had met in his considerable career as a cop.
"Of course I remember you. I don't think I'll ever forget you." His voice was harsh, and she recoiled this time, not dramatically, just a small movement back as if she didn't understand his tone.
"I'm sorry. This is probably inappropriate, showing up at your work without warning. I'm not a stalker, I swear. I just wanted to thank you. You saved my life, and I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you. That's all, I wanted to say thank you, tell you how grateful I am." She smiled tentatively keeping her voice uncertain, as if she was upset this wasn't going the way she had expected. Nick's expression didn't change and for a moment she thought Hank might say something, in her defense or in Nick's she wasn't sure, but he stayed silent.
"Fine you've said your piece. Now go." Nick's words were severe and she let her smile fade away. She turned to go then, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye as she spoke, "I'm sorry to have bothered you."
She walked away and as she did she heard Hank talking low, "What was that about?" She didn't wait to hear Nick's response. She didn't need to. It didn't matter what Nick told Hank. He could lie or tell him everything. She had done what she came to do. She looked back briefly, just because she had to be sure. She saw Nick taking a sip of his coffee and she turned away to ensure he wouldn't see the smile that curved her lips. Her plan was in place now, and no matter what Sean said, there was no going back now. It had played out as she had meant it to.
