The scene was absolute chaos in the wake of the explosion; many Wesen guests were woging in utter panic. Thankfully their panic was not made worse by the presence of the Grimm, whose sunglasses hid the deep, infinite darkness of his eyes. Nick, Juliette, and Rosalee found the tent where the men had been getting ready in flames, and Hank Griffin, Nick's partner in the Portland Police Department and Monroe's other attendant, crawled out. Once safely away from the burning wreckage, he sat in the grass, bringing a hand to his bloody forehead.
"Hank? Hank, are you okay?" Juliette shrieked as the three of them surrounded him, kneeling on the grass. Hank blinked a few times.
"Are you talking to me?" he asked. He stopped, put a finger in his ear, and then asked again, louder, "ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? MY EARS WON'T STOP RINGING!" Juliette whipped out her clutch, containing her "Wedding Emergency Kit" and started cleaning off Hank's forehead with an alcohol wipe.
"Stay here," Nick muttered to Rosalee as he made his way toward the flaming tent. Rosalee suddenly realized she didn't see Monroe anywhere. She looked around wildly, hoping he would appear.
"He isn't in there!" Hank shouted at Nick's back. "I don't know where he went, but he isn't in there!" At that moment, the tent collapsed and just beyond it, a movement of white caught Rosalee's eye. Rosalee jumped up, made three large paces, and grabbed Nick's arm.
"Look!" She pointed at a tree near the explosion site; a paper flapping in the smoke-filled breeze. A glint of metal at the top caught Rosalee's eye, and she ran over to it.
"Rosalee, be careful!" Nick shouted, running after her. The Fuchsbau and the Grimm arrived in front of the tree, and found a piece of fancy notepaper covered in dense block of precise Japanese kanji characters being held up by a star-shaped shuriken. Rosalee skimmed the words while Nick pulled the ninja star gingerly from the bark with a tissue.
"Nick, be careful," Rosalee echoed as she snatched the paper.
"What the hell is this?" Nick wondered aloud.
"Japanese. It says Kitsune. Me. They took him because they want me." She grabbed his hand and all but dragged him away from the fire, back toward the mass of panicking wedding guests. "Evidently, I have a score left unsettled. Look," she pointed at the glyphs, 'an eye for an eye.' She shook her head, trying to stay calm. "I have to find my mother." They didn't need to look far, as everyone was now gathered around the fire. Some were on their phones with the fire department while a doctor was looking Hank over. Rosalee found Gloria in the kerfuffle with Monroe's parents, Bart and Alice. Alice was in a state, tears welling up in her blue eyes.
"Where is my son?" she sobbed as her husband woged in anger, turning to Nick, grabbing the smaller man by the knot of his tie.
"What the hell is going on, Grimm?" he hissed. "Did you set this up?" Nick raised his hands defensively.
"No, Sir, I had nothing to do with it! Honest!" Rosalee put a hand on Bart's arm.
"He's telling the truth." She held out the paper, and Gloria snatched it, reading with brow deeply furrowed. Bart and Alice looked over her shoulder.
"What the hell is that? Chinese?" Bart asked
"Japanese," Gloria corrected, her answer clipped. She read the note and her face went pale. "Oh, no! A husband for a husband... Rosie, what did you do?" The two Vixens looked at each other with growing panic.
"I don't know!"
"But what does it say? That can't be all it says! Where is my son?" Alice whimpered. Gloria looked at her daughter, then back at the paper as she began to read.
"Kitsune, I trust you are happy on this day of your wedding. However, you owe me a debt: a husband for a husband, an eye for an eye. I came to collect; however, there is much more to settle. Find him if you can! Rosie! Who would do this?" Rosalee's calm façade was cracking, and her terror began to shine through.
"I don't know, Mom!"
"Did you tell him who you were?" Rosalee nodded. Gloria sighed.
"Well, mom, we're friends with a Grimm, conduits for the Wesen Council, and a bunch of other stuff, so I figured he deserved to know what else might come back to haunt us... I had to!"
"No, I understand, honey... I told your father before our wedding, too."
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Bart interjected, "but what the hell is even going on here?" Gloria stood a little taller.
"Bart, umm... Rosalee and I come from a long line of onna-bugeisha and shinobi..."
"Umm, can we get that in English?" Juliette asked. Rosalee exhaled forcefully as she dropped her eyes.
"Umm... well... I used to be a... well, a ninja. And somebody clearly thinks I owe them something..." Rosalee looked up to find Nick, Juliette, Bart, and Alice all staring at her with the same open mouth. Hank looked confused.
"What?" he asked. Rosalee knelt again to his level.
"HOW'S YOUR HEARING? GETTING BETTER?" she asked.
"A little... why is everyone looking at you funny?"
"IT'S A LONG STORY, BUT WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE SHOP." She stood and helped Hank and Juliette to their feet. Alice grabbed Rosalee's arm.
"But what about Monroe?!" Rosalee took her future mother-in-law's hand and squeezed it.
"I'll find him, but I'm going to need my notes and some... other stuff. Trust me, okay? I'm going to find him."
"No," Nick interjected, placing a gentle hand on Rosalee's shoulder. "We're going to find him."
"We have to get back to the shop... where the hell is DeEtta?" Her question was answered by her sister's appearance at her side.
"Jesus, Rosie, I just pop into the bathroom and all hell breaks loose... Anyway, 911 is sending somebody for the fire..." The older sister looked at the group, lingering on Alice's tear-streaked face as the gravity of the situation hit her. "Rosie... where's Monroe?"
"I don't know... We need to get to the shop. And Nick, you might want to call Trubel, because if this is as bad as I think it is, we're going to need all the help we can get."