Sleep did not come easily to George that night. His mind was thinking too many things at once for sleep to come. Rather he starred up at the cracked ceiling of the master bedroom thinking of all the creatures his sisters told him about when they were young. Back then all of his thoughts were full of envy, but now sheer terror was growing inside of him. Ana had become the child he wasn't sure he had ever wanted. No matter how bad of a day he had just one quick glance of her smile or to hear her little giggles made any day seem amazing. He dreaded thinking of what would happen if Kelly came back for her…he wasn't sure he'd be able to let go of her.

Kirsten woke very early that morning. The sun was not yet up but there was a feeling inside of her that told her she should stay up. Then the memories of the night before came flashing before her. She sat up quickly in the bed and tossed aside the quilted covers before madly dashing for Ana's room.

"Auntie Kirstie?" a small voice asked.

Kirsten halted in her tracks and turned to face eight-year-old Ana who looked as if she hadn't slept in days. Her dark brown hair was in disarray, it stuck up at odd ends. Her usually bright green eyes even seemed to be darker. Dark bags hung under her eyes. Kirsten's heart broke; Ana was eight years old she wasn't suppose to look like that.

"Oh honey," Kirsten cooed and walked across the cold wooden floor towards her. She wrapped her arms around Ana's small body and when she realized the little girl was shaking Kirsten wrapped her arms tighter around her, "are you cold?"

Ana didn't answer but rather snuggled her head into the crook of Kirsten's neck. Kirsten rubbed soothing circles up and down Ana's back. George's loud steps could be heard from the stairs. Each a defining thud as he made his way down the rickety old wooden steps. He frowned upon the sight of his wife and niece.

"Kirst? Is she all right?" George asked his voice laced with concern.

Ana moved her head out of the crook of Kirsten's neck to peak at George. Her skin was a deathly pale, her eyes carried deep circles underneath them and her eyes quickly darted away and looked down. It made his insides churn and it made him want to cry. She was the spitting image of what his sisters looked like after many nights of Grimm-related nightmares.

"How about some nice warm English Muffins?" Kirsten asked and smiled a huge fake and cheesy smile at Ana, "those are your favorite."

"Okay." Ana answered.

Kirsten looked up at George with an expression that was silently asking for help. Her grey eyes looked in the direction of Ana who had made her way into the small kitchen. George walked towards the phone hanging on the wall. He pressed harshly onto the buttons.

After a few rings he was just about ready to give up when a gruff deep voice answered, "hello?"

"Nick?" George asked unsurely.

The last time he had seen his nephew as at the funeral for his supposed dead sister and her husband Reed. His nephew was completely stoic and mute during the funeral as was to be expected of him. The last time George had heard his nephew speak was at a rather unfortunate Christmas at his parents house and he couldn't have been older than six.

"Yes?" the voice replied, "who is this?"

George took a deep breathe in, "it's your Uncle George is your Aunt Marie home?"

There was a long pause; so long George had thought his phone had disconnected.

"Uh she's just walking in the door," Nick said, "I'll give her the phone er nice talking to you Uncle George."

There was a slight bustling noise and very distantly he could hear two people talking.

"George?" Marie inquired, "why are you calling me?"

"It's nice to hear from you too." George sarcastically said back.

"I'm a bit busy right now….," Marie replied.

George glanced around him to make sure that both Ana and Kirsten weren't in hearing range. He turned to face the wall curling the wire around his fingers tightly.

"I know Kelly isn't dead," George bluntly said.

He could hear his sister gasp.

"Wh-What… wait…how?"

George sighed, "because nine years ago she left a baby on my doorstep."

"A baby?!" Marie exclaimed as if it were a foreign word.

"Yes Marie a baby. A baby girl to be exact….and well to cut things short well she's a Grimm or at least I think she is. Is there anyway maybe you could come out here and explain it a little better to her?"

"I'll be there by tomorrow." And the line went dead.

That was Marie, always in a rush George thought to himself. George placed the phone back onto its receiver before walking into the kitchen. The kitchen faced the east side of the house and sunlight was now streaming in from the skyline. The kitchen smelt of pancakes. Ana was sitting at the table silently munching on the end of an English Muffin. Kirsten was slowly sipping at coffee and a plate of pancakes waited for him at his seat at the head of the table.

"I told you that you were explaining over a nice warm breakfast." Kirsten said motioning towards the plate of pancakes.

Ana looked up with wide expectant eyes looking between her Aunt and Uncle, George paced around the table placing his arms on her little shoulders. He gave them a tight squeeze before landing a kiss onto her dark head of hair.

"Why don't you go watch some T.V.?" he suggested.

Ana scooted her chair out from the table. It made a loud noise and Ana gave a sheepish smile before skipping away to the living room. This was the Ana they were use to. A happy-go-lucky little kid.

"Have you ever heard of the Brothers Grimm?" George inquired as he took his seat at the edge of the table.

Kirsten's eyebrows furrowed together, "the Fairy tale Grimm brothers?"

"Well they didn't exactly want it to be a fairy tale. More of a warning," George explained and he reached across the table and held his wife's bony hand. He enclosed his much larger hand over it, "promise me you won't freak out and leave. No matter how weird or nuts or crazy this will sound."

"I love you and Ana more than life itself," Kirsten said, "so I guess I will just have to live with the weird or nuts or crazy things that come along with it." She shrugs her shoulders and gives a warm smile.

"Just promise me." George insisted.

"Promise." Kirsten held up three fingers, "I'll even pinky swear if you want," she added teasingly.

George sighed before quickly beginning to explain the world of a Grimm from what he remembered his father saying. 'Grimm are what keeps the 'Vessen world in check.' 'Grimm must always be prepared to kill' 'Grimm are assassins" He explained about the Wessen and even tried his best at saying some of their names but he was sure he massacred them. Kirsten for the first time since he had met her seemed to be at loss for words.

"Grimms?" she managed to mumble after a long period of silence.

A/N: I hope this is a little less vague and a little bit more character development at least for George and Kirsten. Originally I was planning to just jump ahead but I thought let's dig deeper into Ana's back-story before thrusting her into the craziness I have planned later on. I am fairly new to the Grimm world and to be quite honest have only seen the Pilot and handful of episodes so if some of my information is wrong about the world of the Grimms please correct me.