Disclaimer: Grimm is owned by NBC and created by David Greenwalt. This story is written purely for the fun of it. Trigger warning- Violence.
Takes place in Season 4 between "Octopus Head" and "Highway of Tears."
It was a quiet day in Portland. Nick had left to go to the precinct, and Juliette had gone to her veterinarian clinic, leaving Trubel all alone in the house- which was fine with her since she was used to being alone anyway.
Trubel sat on the couch going through one of Nick's Grimm diaries. Since Nick had recently been de-Grimmed, it was probably best for her to gather as much knowledge of the wesen world as she could, to be Nick's eyes in his investigations if he needed a Grimm around. Though Trubel didn't plan on sticking around any longer than Nick needed her to. If Nick hadn't lost his ability to see the wesen for himself, she would have left a long time ago. Not that she wanted to leave, but she couldn't help feeling that with every passing day she owed Nick more and more- which bothered her to no end. She hated depending on people even if that person was willingly sacrificing time and effort for her.
She was sitting in Nick's house on Nick's couch reading Nick's Grimm books. Anybody'd feel like a complete intruder in that type of situation. She had to leave eventually; all she needed was the right moment.
*Scene Jump – The Precinct*
Nick sat at his desk in front of his computer clicking away at the screen while investigating his and Hank's newest crime suspect. Hank sat across the room on his own computer with a bored expression on his face. Without Nick's Grimm powers- crime investigation had gone from exciting to boring to almost unbearably boring.
So instead of concentrating at his work, Nick's head was full of complicated thoughts regarding Adalind's magic sex trick to take away his powers, Juliette's despair over he being who he is taking over their life, Monroe and Rosalee's disastrously interrupted wedding, Trubel rushing in to give him a potion to reverse whatever Adalind had done to him, and the Captain being shot. So much had gone on in one day it would have been impossible for him to believe it, if it hadn't all happened to him.
Suddenly he was snapped out of his thoughts when his phone began to buzz. Nick looked down and pulled it out of his pocket, expecting to find Juliette or Trubel as the caller ID. Instead, the ID said "UNKNOWN CALLER."
"Burkhardt." Nick said as he answered his phone.
"Is Theresa Rubel staying at your house?" a low voice on the other end asked. Nick paused before answering.
"Yes." Nick said, "May I ask who's calling? What do you want with Theresa? How do you know she's staying at my house?" He eyed his partner and Hank stopped what he was doing and looked at Nick.
"Just a friend of hers. I found out on the Internet. Just wanted to make sure." The voice replied. Nick was about to ask him why on earth anybody would want to talk to Trubel, but the phone clicked off as the caller hung up. Nick ended the call himself and put his phone back in his pocket.
"Who was that?" Hank asked him.
"Somebody asking if Trubel was at my house. Said he was a friend of hers." He replied as he scratched his head.
"Should we call her, tell her somebody's stopping by?" Hank asked.
"Probably should." Nick replied as he pulled his phone back out to dial Trubel's cell phone, only to be interrupted by Wu.
"Found another victim at a park nearby. Same marks as the first Vic, brutally murdered."
The phone call momentarily forgotten; Hank and Nick got up and grabbed their jackets. "Let's check it out."
*Scene Jump- Nick and Juliette's House.*
Trubel was halfway through reading one of Nick's journals when there was a loud series of knocking at the door. "Theresa Rubel?" came a loud deep voice from the door. Trubel immediately put down her book and grabbed her machete. She knew this voice but couldn't completely remember from where; and she'd learned from years on the run that it was better to be safe than sorry.
She went to the front door and looked out through the window at the top. "Who're you?" She asked suspiciously. The last person who had come to Nick's door while he wasn't home was his captain, and that certainly hadn't ended well.
"Theresa! Don't you remember me?" Trubel saw a tall man with brown frizzled hair and a huge brown jacket standing at the other end. Whoever this person was, she didn't ever remember meeting him...until she locked eyes with him. Trubel froze. She knew those eyes.
Trubel immediately jumped back as the man broke through the front door with brute force. "Remember me now, little girl?" The man roared as his face rippled away and he woged into the Siegbarste. Trubel stared in shock at the monster that had killed her foster parents all those years ago. The monster she'd tried hard to forget, and had finally come somewhat to peace with after Nick had taken her in and explained to her what Grimms and Wesen were. But why the hell would this monster come back after so many years?
Trubel took a split second to choose her next move before rushing at the monster to cut off its head with her machete, only to be stopped by it grabbing her wrist before the blow could hit. "That's not a very nice way of greeting somebody!" The monster mocked as he gripped Trubel's hand so tightly, the machete fell out and onto the floor.
Instinctively, Trubel thrashed out with her legs and hit him hard in the 'down there.' He loosened his grip and bent over in a pain no man nor wesen could withstand. Trubel immediately dived towards the floor to grab her machete, only to get kicked hard in the face. Hot pain seared through her mind but she didn't have the chance to deal with it, the monster grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up to face him.
The wesen's angry yellow eyes pierced through Trubel's dark ones and she felt her blood run cold. She was afraid of this man. Suddenly, the self confidence and hardness she'd built over the years of being on the run seemed to peel away- leaving only the terrified little girl behind. She forgot Nick and Juliette and everyone else, her sole instinct was to run and hide from the monster in front of her.
"You'll PAY FOR THAT. Siegbarstes never let grudges go." He growled as he raised his fist to punch her, "Your family owed me a lot of money! My debt will not be repaid until I kill you too!" He smashed his fist against Trubel's face and kicked her hard again- sending her flying across the room and into the coffee table in the living room.
Dazed, Trubel felt blood pouring down from her forehead. Her machete was all the way across the room next to the door, which was near a very angry Siegbarste; and the safety of the kitchen was too far away to even think about getting to without being noticed.
"It's taken a long time to track you down, what with you always on the run and all!" The Siegbarste boomed as he smashed his fist angrily into the wall, shattering one of Juliette's picture frames with the impact. "But now my debt will be repaid after I'm finished with you!" Trubel tried to scramble away but the monster rampaged across the room and yanked her backwards by her neck, pulling her up to face him again.
A million thoughts went haywire through Trubel's head yet they all contained the same message. GET OUT OF HERE. She raised her hands to try to loosen his grip on her throat. The Siegbarste released his grip and instead hit her hard in the gut and then smashed her head down back onto the floor.
"I always heard Grimms were supposed to be tougher than this!" He yelled as Trubel groaned and coughed up blood. "You're not nearly anything worth those make believe stories!" He bent down and grabbed Trubel by her jacket again and hurled her into the kitchen.
Through the pain and the terror, Trubel thought to scramble up and grab a knife off the counter. The Siegbarste made its way to the entrance to the kitchen and laughed at the sight of her holding the knife. "You think a little knife will stop me when a big one won't?" He mocked.
Trubel knew he was only trying to wound her self confidence, but he had a point. If a machete wouldn't stop him- a kitchen knife most certainly wouldn't be able to do anything close to fatal. Then, Trubel had an idea. Instead of going in for the kill, she could try to hurt the monster to slow it down so she could come up with a plan and get the hell out of there.
The monster let his guard down as he made fun of Trubel, calling her all sorts of names and rambling on about her foster family's issues. Trubel didn't care. She'd heard all those names before. Instead, she snatched a heavy red pan off the stove and leapt at him, smashing it hard onto his head. The monster shouted as he lost his balance and brought his hand up to the wall to steady himself. Trubel immediately dashed forward and stabbed the kitchen knife as hard as she could into his thigh. The Siegbarste yelled as he fell to his knees in pain, trying to remove the knife.
Fear ran through Trubel's mind as she backed away and grabbed another knife, putting as much distance between her and the monster as she could. She knew she couldn't make it to the door- that would mean going past the Siegbarste; which she couldn't do because he took up most of the room and she would have to practically jump over him in order to get by. Instead, she yanked her phone out of her pocket and began to dial Nick's number. The phone rung twice before Nick picked up.
*Scene Jump – The Park*
"The victim hasn't been identified yet. Whoever killed her took her money and her wallet before doing...whatever this is." Wu explained as he, Hank, and Nick stood over the mangled body of a young girl.
"She looks around 20 something." Hank muttered as he looked down at the body and then took his gaze away. "Whoever did this to her definitely had a big temper." He looked up at Nick with his signature this-gotta-be-wesen look and Nick just nodded solemnly, knowing Trubel or Monroe would have to help him.
Nick reached into his pocket as his phone began to buzz again. The caller ID was Trubel's. "One second." He told Wu as he turned his back on the scene and answered his phone. "Trubel, what is it?"
"Nick!" he heard Trubel yell. He could hear somebody shouting angry curses in the background. Suddenly, he heard a hard blow collide and the phone was dropped to the floor. "Trubel?" Nick gasped. The rest of the crime investigators stared at him like he'd grown a second head, but he ignored them. He was too horrified at the sounds coming from the other end of the call. He heard the man yelling and Trubel grunting as he smashed her into the walls of the house. Then, he heard a harsh cracking sound as someone's bones were smashed- and Trubel crying out before the phone went dead.
(A/N: I dreamt this after the season finale of Season 4. Gosh this is much more brutal writing it out than seeing it in my head! Next chapter soon- reviews would be appreciated!)