A/N: Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews! Everyone brought smiles to my face! I just wanted to say some things and then we will get on with the story!
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So, I don't know how this chapter turned out, but I was so eager to post it. It may seem dumb, short, rushed, or all of the above. For some odd reason, I find it easier to get inside Nick's head. Monroe is slightly harder. I hope I did alright.
Again, very new at this so I don't know how long I am suppose to wait to give you an update. Four days, a week, ten minutes? What do you guys think? :)
Anyway, let's get on with the story because I am sure you don't want to listen to me talk forever. That's what school is for! Hope you enjoy!
Previously on Cops and Robbers Don't Mix:
"Okay, let's do this!" Monroe tried to prepare himself for what he had to do next because he really did not want to do it. "Nick. Nick." As gently as he could he shook his half-conscious friend.
"Hmm?" Nick muttered trying to open his half-closed eyes. It was becoming harder and harder to stay in the world of the living. "I'll expl'n la'er." Right now I need a nap. Eventually, his exhaustion won out and his weakened body succumbed to the darkness. He wasn't aware that Monroe was desperately trying to keep him awake by slapping the living hell out of him.
Monroe would soon find out that he wouldn't get that explanation any time soon. There was still more to this than meets the eye.
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"I'm sorry. We tried everything we could, but he just wasn't strong enough."
Those words were running through his head. They simply didn't disappear even though he tried extremely hard to get rid of them.
He entered a room that had many windows plastering the walls, covering them were white curtains that could easily be closed when the patient wanted privacy. The bed was sandwiched between many cabinets, drawers, monitors, and plenty of medical equipment to start your own medical practice.
He sat there admiring the high ceiling, the worn tiled floors. He pretty much admired every thing in the room just so he wouldn't have to see his friend, motionless, lifeless, and very much dead, lying in that bed. But he knew that he would have to look sooner or later.
The sheet that lay over the body was speckled with droplets of blood; he thought he was going to be sick. That's his blood. The blood that was suppose to keep him alive.
A quiet nurse walked in then. "Do you need to sit down for this? You're looking a little green, my friend."
It took him a moment to realize she had spoken. "Oh...Uh...No, I'm fine." He was definitely not fine.
"Okay. Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
The nurse pulled back the sheet to expose the body. That was him alright. He leaned in closer to get a better look. There was something odd about him. Something was protruding from his chest, but he couldn't tell what it was.
He turned an even darker shade of green when he recognized the object. It was his friend's badge. His friend's badge was entwined in his heart and God knows what else.
"What happened to him? That wasn't there when we got here! What did you do to him?" He turned to the nurse, only to find that she had disappeared. Where had she gone in this short time period?
He turned to walk out the door to find someone and grill them for answers, but before he even got to the door, pain spiked in his back and he cried out. He fell to the floor catching himself with his hands and knees. He glanced behind him and saw the nurse that had unveiled his friend only seconds ago.
"He's dead, now it's your turn."
He looked up at her, mouth agape. He physically and mentally prepared himself for what was about to occur.
"Goodbye now," she said with venom in her voice and plunged the scalpel into his heart...
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His eyes flashed opened and he shot up out of the chair he was occupying. He paced the room trying to calm himself down and catch his erratic breath.
"It was just a dream. It was just a dream," he told himself over and over again.
When he was calm enough to sit back down, he glanced at the hospital bed. Nick was still unconscious. He had been for two days now. Monroe was going insane with worry. If anyone asked if he was worried he would simply say:
"I'm not worried, just a little apprehensive of the outcome."
He scooted his chair closer to the bed and took Nick's hand. "Come on man, you have to wake up now. I don't want to have to bury you in the ground."
Monroe thought about this for a moment. "I guess I could just get rid of your body by tossing it in the lake. But wait," he scratched his chin, "that may be difficult. It's kind of hard to get rid of a detective's body in the middle of Portland, Oregon."
Monroe couldn't believe what he was thinking. If he had to guess, he would think that it was due to the stress of the last few days. Maybe it was because he hadn't done his pilates that morning or maybe it was just him being his humorous self. He seriously needed to get out of this hospital.
"Dude, I'm already coming up with ideas to get rid of you. I haven't even seen you awake and aware for over forty-eight hours!" He chuckled lightly at this. He honestly didn't know what he was going to do if Nick didn't make it.
He heard the sliding glass door open. He didn't even look behind him. He knew it was one of the many night nurses that came and went periodically every night that Nick had been here. He just kept staring at Nick's pale face and slightly red cheeks. He had spiked a fever early that morning. It wasn't dangerously high, but the doctor see it need be to keep an eye on it in case it does rise to a fatal temperture.
The nurse's eyes were running over the many monitors that kept tabs on the Grimm. She had been in here slightly longer than other nurses had, so Monroe thought something was wrong.
"Is he alright?"
All Monroe could see was her long red hair that covered her neck and flowed past her shoulders. She was wearing a white lab coat that was surprisingly clean considering she works in a hospital with blood and other bodily fluids. Monroe could never figure out why they always stayed clean. They probably had a supply of them in the back room or something. She also had on black leggings that accentuated her long legs and Monroe couldn't help his male genes and stared at them for a little longer than he probably needed to.
She glanced over and smiled at him.
Monroe visibly paled.
He was certain he hadn't seen her until now, but...
It was the nurse from his dream...
2 A/N: So, review? Yes, no, maybe so? Sorry to those of you who were looking for the chapter where I explain who beat Nick up and why, I still don't know either! I guess we'll both know eventually! Please let me know what you think! Thanks again to those who have reviewed, followed, favorited, and told their friends this story was up. I appreciate it! Love you guys!
