Oh, hey guys! Well this is my first Fanfiction ever, so don't be so harsh on me.

I hope you'll enjoy my story and thanks a lot for bothering to take a look at

this!

Disclaimer: I don't own Anne of Green Gables. All characters are not mine let alone 'Grimm', but belongs rightfully to NBC.

A man's free week: Movie Night

Monroe plopped himself on the couch, and instantly felt relaxed. He gladly stretched his legs out, resting his feet on the mahogany wood foot stool, past down from generation to generation (Mum's side). He held a grudge against plastic, and thought it was a disgrace to nature. Our favourite Blutbad then reached for the thick, heavy book on the coffee table.

"Aah, you can't go wrong with Anne of Green Gables and Earl Grey tea on a quiet night," he said with a sigh to himself happily.

Just when he was about to turn to page one with glee, his ears heard a loud rapping at the door. Oh right! The doorbell broke just this morning. But that was the least of his worries.

"I swear to god," he muttered darkly, "If it's you Nick, please kindly, GO AWAY! I'm kinda occupied at the moment." Slowly, he dragged his feet to the door and opened the door praying... only to be disappointed.

"Hi Monroe! Oh, you need to fix the doorbell." Nick greeted a bit too brightly. Before Monroe could respond, the Grimm stepped inside his home, and made a beeline to the lounge.

"Oh yes, please barge into my house without asking me or a warrant. You know what? You can even come here whenever you want, might as well trash my house." Monroe said, with every word dripping with sarcasm. Nick casually dumped himself on Monroe's seat as if it was his own house, totally ignoring his ally, neighbour, friend and oh, personal 'Grimmopedia'. But something caught his eye.

"Seriously? Anne of Green Gables. Oh come on, you can do better."

"What? It's a real classic. AND it beats The Three Little Pigs, Little Red Riding Hood AND The Wolf and Seven Little Kids. All of which written by your ancestors."

"Says the Blutbad who loves 'classics'."

"Oh whatever. Now what is it you want? Because it's got something to do with a Wesen case again, you can go home and do whatever it is that you do. That reminds me, why did you bring that backpack?" Monroe pointed at the backpack next to Nick's feet.

Nick shook his head, exhaling for a long time.

"Ok, 1. I got no questions about any Wesen. 2. I got nothing to do at home. Juliette and her friends are out of Portland for a week for some 'girl-get-together' time," Nick answered, making quotation marks with his fingers in the air, "So I thought to come over here, which leads to point 3. In my backpack, I brought 'Tears of Blood.'" He announced with a wide grin.

Monroe was stunned. 'Tears of Blood' was the all time scariest film ever made. So frightening, it got banned in 18 countries so far. It was known to make a man scream out loud.

"Why?"

"Well, I hired the movie secretly and hid it in my clothes drawer for a few days, so Juliette couldn't find it. She doesn't like horror movies. Plus, since we're both facing pretty creepy stuff lately, we can think of this as training."

"You know for a Grimm detective, that's a pathetic place to hide something right?"

Monroe glanced over to the book, then to Nick, then back to the book, and again at Nick. This was a very rare opportunity, and he did read the same book at least 4 times. Meanwhile, Nick was tempting Monroe by shaking the DVD, (which thankfully had no picture) with his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Fine," he drawled, "I'll make the popcorn in the kitchen while you set up the damn horror movie."

"Yes!" The detective claimed victoriously, pumping his fist, swinging his arm towards his body.

*5 minutes later*

After placing a bowl of hot popcorn on the coffee table and arguing about how dim the lights should be, and actually dimming the lights, and replacing the flat remote control's batteries, the two finally sat down. As Nick pressed play, their eyes were glued to the screen... for awhile. Neither of them knew what they were in for.

*1 hour later*

"Dude, I just can't look anymore. This is getting terrifying. Are you watching this?" Monroe managed to whisper while peeking through his hands.

"Not really."

Finally the whole scary scene was over Nick announced it was over. A pale woman with no eyes, who somehow still shed blood tears, killing people and then feeding on them, then forcing her prisoners to eat the eyes; was not a pleasant sight.

"Hey Monroe, I think it's over."

Slowly, they lift their hands of their eyes. Still nervous, they watched the movie. Until the unexpected happened.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

The 2 friends grabbed each other's arm in fear, screaming their lungs out, with their eyes wide open in horror. Continuing to scream, they shook the other violently. They just couldn't get the image out of their head. Never had either of them felt like a helpless child. They pulled to each other closely, still holding tightly onto each other. Then Monroe became so scared, he eventually woged into a wolf and even started to howl. And as soon as Nick discovered this, he screamed even louder. Trying to rocking back and forth on their seat to peace. But that didn't get instant results. After 3 minutes of sheer terror, they eventually cooled off. Still holding on to each other.

"Uhh..."

"Umm.."

Monroe then cleared his throat. Nick did the same. Both of their face's blushing, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeahh... so i'll just... uhh"

There was a lot of mumbling and stuttering. Then they quietly moved back into their proper positions, not knowing what just happened. They pretended to be focused on the movie. Then there was that famous awkward silence throughout the rest of the film.

So much for training, Thought the Grimm.

I am NEVER watching a horror movie that Nick chose again, Monroe noted to himself.

*Another hour later*

The men took a deep breath and breathed out loudly. No one has spoken yet. Bravely, Nick chose to break the silence.

"Let's make a pact," he proposed.

"My thoughts exactly."

"From this day forth, none of us will say anything to anyone else about that... event. Because if people find out 2 grown men screamed like hell and grabbed one another because of a movie, that's not going to be a good reputation."

"Just so we avoid embarrassment and from losing our dignity."

"But we'll only spill if we have to."

"Alright."

Their hands reached out, making a firm handshake.

"It's no wonder Juliette disapproves you of watching horror movies," commented Monroe.

Silence again.

"So, wha-da-you-wanna-do-now?" It was a habit of Nick to speak fast after embarrassment. Yet Monroe had no trouble understanding.

"Well, I do have some beer in the fridge."

"Sure, sounds like a plan to me."

Just then the doorbell rung.

"I didn't know the doorbell still worked?" said Nick.

"Well, it does now apparently."

Nick swung the door opened, only to see an old man in his robes in large spectacles.

"Are you two gentlemen alright? My wife and I heard deafening screaming from this house. Could you keep it down? Please?"

"Oh I'm so sorry sir. You were right, it was us." Apologised Nick.

"Yeah. Both of us ..."

"Got hurt because, "

"I had mouse traps put out all over the house."

"And both of us stepped in one, "

"and we couldn't take it off."

The elderly man just stared at them in awe.

"Good to know. Um, Good night to both of you." And he dawdled away in bewilderment.

Quickly they shut the door and ran back inside. They both exclaimed mentally, were we really that loud?

"Ok. From now on that will be our alibi to everyone." Established Monroe.

"Yeah. We should also stop finishing each other sentences. That's a tad bit weird. Just a tad."

No one had anything to say until they finally remembered what they were doing.

"Oh yeah, getting beer."

And they walked backed to the kitchen.

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