Ok, I don't know about you guys but I am so happy that the fifth season of Grimm is out! Also, this chapter is dedicated to the reviewers that speed this along, you three know who you are ;)
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Third point of view-
Nick continued to stare at the TV screen with a blank expression on his face. It was like he was numb inside, but at the same time he could feel it. That rage bubbling inside him, like hot lava in an active volcano that was about to explode.
Monroe paused the TV and turned to Nick, seeing his expression, he was a bit fearful for his life and Maria's. "So you know him?" He asked him. He was guessing Nick did because of the expression on his face.
"Yeah I know him." Nick said after a long pause. His dark eyes glued to Captain Renard's face, and the longer he stared the angrier he got. "Tatia and I are under his command." What made it worse was that he spoke to Renard about her.
Monroe's mouth went dry with shock, which meant he was Maria's boss too. "Your girlfriend and your boss?" Oh that was just wrong on so many levels. "That's about as gnarly as it gets." He added as Nick began to leave for the door. Oh no. No- no- no. This was not good at all.
"Hey where do you think you're going?" He questioned his friend, "If you're going, because if it were me, I would be going there. But you can't." He tried to stop his friend, Nick made a move to go forward but the blutbad held up his hands, "Nick, hold on. This is one of those "pause", "take a deep breath" situations when you can't be going off half, full, or any other degree of cocked." He tried to stop him, to get through to him, but it didn't seem to be working.
"Monroe move out of the way." Nick said in a firm tone as he headed to the door. His eyes still stormy, and he was not to be messed with right now.
"Nick now please." Monroe pleaded as Nick opened the door, ignoring his pleas. "Let me go with you. We'll talk in the car, okay? I'll wake Maria and we'll talk!" He tried to tell him but Nick continued to walk to his car with a strong stride. He was determined to do something, and Monroe had a strong sense it involved the murder, or at the very least beating the shit out of his Captain. Oh god Tatia and Maria were going to kill him if he let Nick do this. "Nick don't do this. Don't throw your life away-" But was cut off by Nick's cellphone ringing.
If there was a god, Monroe would kiss them right now. "That's your cellphone and I'm thinking you should answer it, you know?" Monroe said as Nick halted in his tracks. "Could be some good news." He hoped it was good news, because honestly this night couldn't get any worse.
"Yeah." Nick said picking up his cell. He listened to the other side with a neutral face. "Where?" He asked, "Okay I'm on my way." He said and ended his phone call. He looked up to Monroe for a second, the storm still in his eyes, but was calmer now.
"What is it?" Monroe questioned him, hoping it was something nice and easy. Well murder wasn't nice or easy… But that was beside the point right now.
"It's a quadruple homicide." Nick stated, gritting his teeth a little.
"See?" Monroe said trying to see the bright side of all this. "Your life's not so bad." Okay that was still pretty bad, but at least now Nick had something to focus on now. He could get mind off Tatia and their Captain.
"In the parking lot near the deluxe hotel." Nick added, his head moving to the side a little.
Monroe's face dropped and he gasped a little. Oh shit. "Oh, that quadruple homicide." He lied, this night had gotten worse.
"Yeah." Nick said as he walked off to his car. This night was getting worse and worse for him by the second.
Maria's point of view-
I didn't want to tell anyone, it was no one's business but my own, but lately I've been having these dreams. Maybe nightmare would be a better word I don't know. It's always the same. I'm standing on the sidewalk at the park and someone with short dark hair is in front of me. I start walking up to this person, I don't know why but I feel the need to talk, to find out what's going on. But before I could try and strike up a conversation the person in the black jacket is running, terrified. I don't even know how I know but I run too, hoping to find out what's wrong but I can't yell or catch up. And I worry that I never will.
I was just about to grab a sleeve, so sure this time that it was in my reach when suddenly I'm being shaken awake. "Maria."
I can't help but be pissed and make an almost screeching sound and turn away. "Five more minutes." I demand.
"Maria, Nick left, he found out your boss was kissing Tatia!" Well that woke me up right quick.
"What!" I nearly fell out of bed. "How did he find out?"
"Uhhhh"
"Dad, please tell me you didn't tell him?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"He had a right to know Maria." He said defensively.
"And it never occurred to you to come talk to me before you risked ruining Uncle Nick's life?" I asked angrily before getting up and putting a hoodie on over my pajamas.
"Well, if you had told me that that man was your boss maybe I wouldn't have." He said, folding his arms.
"I didn't tell you for this exact reason dad, no good can come from Nick knowing." I said, shaking my head. This wasn't good. "Where is he now?"
"That's actually the other reason I called." Dad said awkwardly. "There's been a triple homicide."
"I'm off the clock." I reminded him, I swear it's easy for people to forget I'm just an intern.
"It's our homicide." Dad stated and I froze.
"Crap." I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs.
"Maria where are you going?"
"Back to the hotel, if there's any forensic evidence I've got to make it disappear."
"And how will you explain showing up?" He asked as I put on my sandals.
"I wouldn't be the first person in the world who decided to work late." I said as I shut the door.
-Grimm-
When I got to the scene Nick and Wu were already there talking over one of the bodies. "Maria, what are you doing here?" Wu asked curiously.
I looked at Nick and knew he wasn't happy with me, it almost made me cringe, Nick's never looked at me like that before. "Uncle Nick was at my house and I saw him leaving, figured I'd get some overtime." I said as casually as I could. "What have we got so far?"
"Honestly, not much." Wu stated and I had to stop myself from exhaling in relief "No witnesses, no security camera's, whoever did this was good."
"Don't worry" I said to both Wu and Nick "If there's any forensic evidence here I'll find it" and make sure it's never seen.
I walked up to my victim, the one who flirted with me and then tried to kill me (seriously, who does that?!) and knelt over him. "Do you need to check for ID first?" I asked, knowing very well there wasn't any.
"No, either they didn't have their ID's on them or it was a robbery." Nick stated, looking at me knowingly.
"O good," I stated, sounding bummed "because I'd hate for them to make my job any easier." I said sarcastically even though my job was actually made easier with no ID's.
I thought covering up any evidence was going to be easy, cover everything up then I could apologize to Nick and explain what I did. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be that easy. The very people that had caused Nick to be mad at me walked up to us, Captain Renard and Tatia, this was going to get complicated.
Third point of view-
Renard and Tatia arrived on scene around the same time, it was by pure coincidence though that this happened. In all honesty, Tatia had been trying to avoid Sean, but knew that was not going to happen.
"Where's the rest of CSU?" Renard asked, Wu, turning to the officer on scene, while Tatia went to the bodies. She saw that Maria had already gotten started.
"On their way." Wu nodded. He sensed something might be off with the captain, but said nothing.
Nick could only watch carefully, he had to maintain his control. He could not lose his cool in front of all of these people, especially not in front of Tatia and Maria. So he ground his teeth, looking to the ground with clenched fists. Maria looked at Nick with deeply sympathetic eyes, she knew he was hurting, seeing them both at once though? It seemed to rile him up even more. It made her anger for Tatia grow even more.
She knew though deep down it wasn't the Grimm hybrid's fault, but that didn't make it any easier.
"Throat's been slashed up." Tatia murmured, and looked at the other bodies carefully. Renard kneeled down over another body, as if were trying to focus on work. Which is where both their minds had to be. "The others were beaten." Someone had really worked them over.
"There's no ID's." Maria added, causing Tatia to look up. "There isn't anything really." But the younger girl looked suspiciously calm. Why would she? Unless? Tatia shook her head and carefully looked at the marks. Wolf marks… Oh… Oh holy hell.
"I think somebody didn't want us to ID the victims." Nick said, his voice rougher than he meant it to be. He was too busy trying not punch Renard in the face. All he could imagine was Renard and Tatia kissing one another, and he hated it. "Or the Vics weren't carrying any IDs." Nick suggested with a shrug of his shoulders, placing his hands in his pockets.
Now Tatia was seriously missing something. Had Nick done this? Tatia, even though she had no real memory, could not imagine Nick doing this. But anger did strange things to people, that was for sure. Plus the fact that these marks on the body she was looking at looked wesen, or wesen-like, and coupled with the fact that Maria was oddly calm.
"Why is that?" Renard questioned the young detective, not even bothering to look up.
"Maybe these weren't the intended victims?" Maria suggested questioningly. No they were the intended victims. The younger woman thought to herself. She, Nick and her dad had been very lucky this night. Well not too lucky seeing as they all committed acts of murder, well technically self-defense, as they did attack first.
"If that's the case then this is just self-defense not murder." Tatia added as she continued to at least pretend to do her job. She realized now anything she found would possibly lead back to Nick, Maria and Monroe.
Renard sighed and got up from his squatting position. "So much for safety in numbers." He said, shaking his head. If self-defense, this was to the extreme.
"I think there probably is a lot more too this." Nick said, shifting his weight from one foot to another. He looked at Maria briefly, who shared the same look he had, before shifting his blue eyes to Renard. Yes there was more too this than meets the eye for sure. "You know we could be staring at it right in the face and not even know it." His words were quipping and dagger like. Clearly that had some sort of double meaning to it.
"Nick." Maria hissed out, elbowing him roughly. Had Nick lost his mind? Suddenly he was more reckless than before. The Grimm just grunted a little in response. For a tiny woman, Maria could sure hit hard.
Tatia heard the hiss from the young woman but chose to ignore it. She moved onto the next body, turning it over. When she saw what was on his neck she gasped a little. Her eyes trained on that tattoo. The swords interlocking with one another.
"Tatia?" Renard questioned, while he held back concern, it leached into his voice. Maria all but snorted at his tone. He thought he was so clever, but she could see right past him. And now so could Nick.
"It's just the tattoo on the victim." Tatia said, recovering swiftly. "The body we found a while back, the victim's name was Waltz. He had this exact tattoo." She breathed and looked to her fellow kin for a second. Nick refused to meet her eyes, but Maria stared straight at her.
The Verrat had attacked them.
Well shit… This wasn't good.
-Grimm-
Seeing as Tatia's job was done, she got out her cellphone to call a cab, but was stopped by Renard. He insisted on driving her home, since Nick was not done yet, and he had seen her arrive in a taxi. Reluctantly she agreed to do so, hoping no one was watching her.
Nick saw her though, his fists clenched with an anger. And before Maria could even begin to reason with the angry Grimm he was in his car, starting it up. Knowing Nick wouldn't back down on this she followed him, opening the door to the passenger seat and getting in.
"What are you doing Maria?" Nick asked, as he clenched the steering wheel. His blue eyes like a violent sea storm. It scared Maria how violent his eyes were, how Grimm like they were. The younger wesen knew Nick wouldn't hurt her- intentionally that was.
"Making sure you don't do anything extremely stupid." Maria stated back as she buckled in the seat. There was no way she was leaving Nick alone tonight. With their luck, something might just happen.
Monroe's point of view-
Monroe was stress cleaning big time. Windows, dusting, you name it, and when the phone rang he nearly jumped a mile high before scrambling to the phone. "Oh my god, Nick, don't do it! Maria you have to stop him!" He yelled loudly, and clearly panicked, into the phone.
"Monroe it's me." The blutbad calmed down at the soothingly familiar voice. Rosalee. Oh it was so good to hear her voice right now.
"Oh Rosalee." He breathed out, relieved it wasn't Nick or Maria telling him that their captain had met an untimely fate.
"Are you alright?" Rosalee questioned, full concern reaching her voice. "You sound a little stressed."
Oh boy that was an understatement. He was full on stressed. He was so stressed he was stress cleaning, which meant he would descend into stress cooking next most likely. "A little." Monroe said, although Rosalee just scoffed a little. "Okay a lot. Maria and I are sort of stuck in this whole, in the middle of this whole, "Tatia, Nick, and another man" thing. Not Nick with another man." He quickly explained to her.
"Tatia is seeing someone else?" Rosalee asked, feeling surprised. She knew this spell thing was making her and Nick's love life a mess, but she didn't know this would happen. Her and Nick breaking up was not something she would have bet money on.
"Oh yeah it gets better." Monroe said with sarcastic cheer as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's Nick, Maria and Tatia's captain." Talk about awkward alert. He wouldn't want to be working at that prescient for sure, and he pitied those who did. Rosalee made a noise in the back of her throat. "He was the one that came in with the advanced obsessive romantic compulsion. And remember how you told me that I should have them both come in?" Monroe said, nearly going out of his mind. "Well, they did, and it turns out the woman was Tatia." He said with a scrunched up nose.
"What?" Rosalee asked, trying to wrap her head around this one. This sounded like a recipe for disaster.
"And Maria and I saw them kissing," He added, remembering the look of anger on his adopted daughter's face. Monroe hadn't figured out who she was angrier at right now, but he pitied them both. "And then she saw me seeing them kissing, and..." He trailed off.
It was quiet before Rosalee suddenly exclaimed loudly. "Oh my god." She said, as if she just realized something. "Monroe- wait a minute- I think I know what this means." She tried to tell him.
"Yeah, it means Nick's not in a very good place right now." Nick was willing to go and commit murder because of how not right he was. He was fearful of what his Grimm friend would next to be honest. "In fact, he's moved in with us. Not that that's not a good place." His house was very nice, plus he and his daughter could keep an eye on Nick here. "I mean, I got a nice room for him and everything..."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Rosalee said quickly, wracking her brain. "I think their Captain must have been the one that woke Tatia up." It fit now. As the puzzle pieces fell together, it was all making sense now.
"What, from her coma?" Monroe questioned, pacing the floor with confused feelings in him.
"He has to have been the one that broke her spell." The female wesen explained to her boyfriend. That had to be it. "And that would explain their obsessive behavior." But the not the advanced part, it hadn't been long since Tatia had woken up. Unless?"
"Then she really does have no idea what she's doing." Monroe breathed out. Finally some good news to tell Nick and Maria. Maybe knowing Tatia couldn't control this would make things easier on them now.
"Oh, no, no, she knows exactly what she's doing." Rosalee corrected him. Monroe felt a bit crushed at that, he had hoped for good news. "She just might not have any choice. But with the advanced behavior I would say that they were involved together somehow."
"What?" Monroe scrunched up his face. "Like romantically?" He was trying hard to picture this but he didn't see it. Or maybe it was more like he didn't want to see it, because that was pretty disturbing to be honest. Oh man, that would crush Nick. Like even more so than before.
"Yes Monroe that explains why it advanced so quickly." Rosalee hated to say it, but that was the only explanation. Which means Tatia was probably less than honest about her past romances.
The blutbad let out a whine of discontent. "Oh, man, how am I supposed to deal with this without you?" He asked, feeling useless. He wasn't like Rosalee. Sure he knew his basics, but he was no Rosalee.
The fuchsbau smiled for a second. "Well, you're not."
Third point of view-
Tatia and Sean's car ride was tense and silent. Sean didn't bother asking questions, like why Tatia and Nick didn't show up together, and Tatia didn't offer up any answers. The radio just played lowly in the background, offering little break in the silence.
When they got back to her house, Tatia guessed it really was just hers now, Sean parked, turning off the car before getting out. Tatia followed suit, gathering up her things as they walked to the porch. When they reached the wooden porch, she unlocked the door, and it was suddenly as if her words were on autopilot, because she couldn't stop this from coming out.
"Nick moved out." Tatia stated, looking at Sean with dark eyes.
The older man did look surprised. Nick had moved out of the house? That would explain a lot of things actually, like why they showed up separately. His eyes suddenly went darker, making Tatia shiver a little. The way he watched her was unnerving and predatory like.
"What happens if I let you in?" Tatia questioned in a whisper, looking at her Captain right now. No. This man wasn't her Captain right now, he was far from it.
"I don't know." Renard admitted before grabbing her tiny wrists and pushing her up against the wall of the house. Within seconds his mouth was on hers, and his body shielded hers, and Tatia just leaned into the kiss, not rejecting it, before pulling him inside to her house.
-Grimm-
If Maria hadn't been with him, Nick probably would have let his white rage take over. Seeing the Captain at his house, making out with his girlfriend (okay ex-girlfriend), but the woman he was in love with, was just a bit too much. His fingers clenched the steering wheel so hard, Maria was afraid it would break.
She felt her own anger too, but Nick, he was hurt and angry.
Maria's point of view-
I have to be honest with myself, I can be a really big loudmouth when I want to be, but this…I don't think there are words for this. Nick was outside his house (it didn't matter if he'd moved out, it was still THEIR house) watching Tatia pull the captain inside so she could sleep with him in THEIR bed. How does this happen?
It was made worse when Nick got out of the car, looking like he was ready to kill somebody. "Wait Nick-"
"No." He stated, still walking.
I followed him, hoping I could talk some sense into him. "Nick, think about what you're doing ok? That's not some one night stand, that's our boss!"
"Yeah, that's our boss with MY girlfriend Maria!" Nick yelled, finally facing me.
"I know." I said, lowering my voice in the hopes of calming him down. "But she made her choice Nick, now you need to make yours and decide if those people are worth you losing your job." I tried not to hiss out, I was mad at them too and if Tatia thought there was a chance we'd still be friends after this she was dead wrong.
"I deserve answers." He said with determination and turned around to walk to the door.
Honestly I thought Tatia pulling Renard into her rooms was pretty self-explanatory but before I could try to stop him again the phone rang. "Thank you Jesus." I phrased as Nick finally stopped to answer his phone.
"I can't talk." He said in greeting, so it probably wasn't the station.
"Nick you got to get back here, I've been talking to Rosalee about what's been going on." I could hear dad with my superior hearing.
"Monroe, not now."
Better make your point quick! "Nick, Rosalee is coming home and she thinks the captain was the one who woke her up, which means he was the one who saved her life!"
"How would she know that?" Nick said, confused and still pissed.
"Because it's the only thing that explains their behavior! Their obsessive, compulsive, overwhelming sexual attraction to each other," oh dad, you were doing so well "ok, I hadn't meant to say that last part out loud." God I hope not, since Nick's in front of his girlfriend's house! "Look, the point is, if that's what's going on, if it's all about the spell then there's no need to freak out."
Alright this is better. I can see the tension in Nick's shoulders lessen and the dark look in his eyes fade. "That's good." I said soothingly, hoping this will coax Nick from the front steps of the house.
"You know what," dad said, "I'm probably wrong, I'm probably blowing this whole thing out of proportion and you're just sitting there at the precinct doing your job." O dad, if you only knew. "I apologize, you are at the precinct aren't you?"
"Yeah." Nick lied.
"Good cause for a second there I thought I had something to worry about." Dad said, sounding relieved.
Nick shut off his phone and turned to me. "You won't tell your dad?" It didn't really sound like a question.
"Promise to take me home, and to stay home." I counter offered.
Usually I wouldn't deny Nick anything but I didn't want to risk him doing something stupid. Even if they were "under a spell" Tatia should have had the sense to say no and I had a feeling some part of Nick felt the same.
"I promise." He said and we walked to the car.
Tatia's point of view-
It starts off as an overwhelming feeling, an attraction. It didn't ease the rains, or slow down, it galloped like horses on speed. The problem was that this was lust, an obsession, and I knew that too. It was fueled by feelings that were long since buried, which what is made it all worse. With his sculpted lips pressed against mine, and my back pinned to the wall, I felt a sense of becoming lost. I pushed him against the drawer, ripping off his buttoned shirt, in the hallway, causing the lamp to crash to the floor and Sean pushed me away.
"No!" He grunted roughly, his dark eyes like a dark storm and predator like. And it was very obvious I was the pray here. "Leave me alone." He panted out.
I wished I could stop. "I can't." I breathed out, panting hard, my hazel eyes like the ocean. I wanted to leave him alone, I wanted to be left alone. But yet I didn't want to be at the same time. So many emotions were going through my head.
"Me neither." Sean admitted and grabbed me roughly, his hand in my long dark brown hair. It was almost painful, but I didn't cry out, it just caused me to arch my body closer to his. It felt like a long kiss, but it wasn't. He pushed me away again, yelling out no. In a bubbling anger and lust I slapped him hard, my nails catching his cheek, and turned my back going to the living room. Suddenly I felt a sharp pull and he forced me to look at him. His eyes were a dangerous and dark mixture- it was like a powdered keg, waiting to explode. "If you want this to end, you're gonna have to try harder than that."
His words struck a chord with me. "I don't think I want this to stop." I said, placing my forehead against his. His 6'4 frame towered over 5'9 one, and where I was lithe, he was pure muscle, built like a predator, and coiled like a loaded spring.
My teeth grazed on his bottom lip, nipping at it, but not biting it, knowing it would drive Sean insane. I was right too, he pulled be back up to his body, tight, and led me backwards to the couch. Something though, when he pushed be down and took off my top, it was like reality slapped me hard. Suddenly I pushed him off, getting him away from, and causing him to crash into yet another lamp.
"Get out of here!" I screamed at him, as I attempted to find my common sense back.
"No." Sean said coming up to me again, kissing me hard.
But this time I pushed him away even farther from me. In a sense of reaction I woged, letting out a screech of distress as I did. In turn Sean woged as well, showing the beast he caged in often. This was a bad situation- both of woged and snarling at one another. Daring us to come at one another. It felt as though it were a standstill, until I let out a hiss and ran to grab my work gun. When the cool metal touched my hand, I stared at him, feeling myself tremble for a moment as I stared at his half-Zauberiest form, his eyes were dead it seemed. Then without hesitation I fired off some warning shots at him.
I watched him duck, going to an instinctive crouching position, and turn back human. Slowly he got up, his intense eyes looking straight at me as I turned human, before picking up his things and running out the door.
Breathing heavily I picked myself up, placing the gun back on the table top. I knew now the cops would be here anytime now. I just needed to figure out what to tell them, but right now all I could feel is shock wash over me.
Maria's point of view-
Even though dad had managed to answer why the Captain and Tatia were suddenly huge assholes, it didn't actually make things easier on Nick. He still looked angry and exhausted, that combined to almost make the poor guy to look like a sad drunk, not that I could blame him since they were putting the poor man through hell.
So when we opened the door and dad started talking right away, I was just relieved to hear somebody's voice. "Look, I've been thinking about this a lot, too much. Your captain came to the shop because he wanted to get rid of these feelings and Tatia must have wanted the same thing because she came with him." Dad said excitedly, as if that somehow excused all of their behavior. "If they hadn't known who Maria and I were, I probably would have just been able to treat them and this whole thing wouldn't have gotten quite so screwed up."
"You don't have to make me feel better." Nick growled.
Yeah, 'cause you're just radiating love aren't you? Man it's been a long day. "I know, but I remember asking him when he first came in the shop-"
"You talked to him?" I asked, surprised.
"He came back after you left, honestly your woge probably scared him a little bit." He admitted and I smirked. "But I remember asking your captain when he first came into the shop if he thought his problem was some kind of potion-y, dark-arts related, maleficium-type of situation and he said it was possible. So it's not like they just fell in love out of the blue." Not the best word to use dad. "And you remember the other Hexenbiest who came into the shop after Tatia went into her coma? She gave Rosalee a list of ingredients for, like, a purification process that was really similar to the ingredients that Adalind used with her cat." Oh crap, I think I know where this is going. "What if there's a connection between the purification potion, the Hexenbiest who asked for it, and what happened with Tatia and the Captain and their obsessive-compulsive hellhole? And if there is a connection, we might be able to find it in the list of ingredients that the Hexenbiest gave Rosalie. I just think we should get down to the shop and see if we can't stop this before really it spins, like, totally out of control."
"Dad, no offense but how much worse could it actually get?" I asked, actually wanting to know.
"I don't know but it's actually progressed really fast, they seem to becoming stalker possessed, which would only make since if they had already been in a relationship before but all they had was a professional one."
I unwillingly made an uncalled for laugh, "Right." I said, trying to cover up my unwilling laugh. "Just a professional relationship."
"What?" Nick asked, eyes narrowing at me.
"Nothing, I agree, let's go to the spice shop." I said, trying to rush to the door when Monroe grabbed my coat collar.
"Maria, what do you know?" Dad demanded.
Hell. "Just try not to be mad ok?" I asked Nick "Technically, she had talked to us about him before but she only ever referred to him as 'the ex.'"
"Wait, Tatia's ex is the Captain?" Nick asked, looking ready to spit fire.
"Yeah."
Things are about to get way more complicated.
Third point of view-
"Okay, she keeps all the handwritten receipts in these boxes, and this..." Monroe said with a sigh, there were just so many of them. "These are the lists the customers bring in. So it should be in one of these." This is going to take forever.
"How do I even know what I'm looking for?" Nick was trying to be patient, really, and he was trying not to take out his frustrations on Monroe or Maria (even though Maria should have told him about all of this sooner) but this was turning into a goose chase.
"It's got the Hexenbiest's phone number on it."
"What, do they have some kind of special area code?" He asked, almost amused.
"I wish." Maria stated, that would make avoiding the whole lot of them so much easier.
"No, it's the one we gave you after she came into the shop. You said you got her address off it or something." Monroe pointed out.
"Oh, that's Catherine Schade. Adalind's mother." Nick remembered.
"Adalind's mother, as in Adalind?" Monroe asked, surprised.
"Yeah."
"Nick, you've meet Adalind's mother? When were you going to tell us?" Maria asked in shock.
"I don't know, I guess it's just one of those things that conveniently slips your mind." Nick said sarcastically, shutting Maria up.
"Wait, so Adalind's mother gave your Captain the stuff he needed to break Adalind's spell on Tatia?" Monroe said before Maria could reply and they could start fighting again.
"Who else?" Nick said.
"But why would she do that if her daughter was the one who put the spell on Tatia in the first place?" Maria questioned the guys.
"Not all families are close Maria." Monroe reminded his daughter. "And it's just that, it had a secret kicker. If Tatia woke up, she and the guy who kissed her would have these insanely intense feelings for one another, and all hell would break loose, made worse by the fact that they had already been romantically involved before."
"Wow." Maria said, this was all so crazy!
"Keep looking." Monroe said, growing more frantic. "I got it. Pseudomonas aeruginosa." He chuckled triumphantly "I say we find Adalind's mother, and we do whatever it-"
"That's not gonna work." Nick stated.
"Why not? It makes perfect sense." Monroe said excitedly, finally things were working-
"She's dead."
"What? Dead? What? Who killed her?" Monroe asked, feeling deflated.
"My mother."
"Why?"
"Because she was trying to find out where Adalind was, and..." Nick tried to explain.
"It didn't go so well." Monroe guessed
"Right."
"Right. My head hurts. I need a... a shot of tussilago farfara."
"Dad." Maria raised her eyebrows. The man lectured her many times at the beginning of their arrangement that alcohol isn't supposed to solve anything. Not that Maria was an alcoholic or anything he was just new at the whole dad thing and wanted to cover all the bases.
"Hey this'll help." He defended and Maria rolled her eyes
Nick's phone rang. "Yeah?"
"Where are you?" Nick heard Wu ask on the other end of the phone.
"The pearl, why?" Nick asked, becoming concerned.
Nick heard Wu sigh. "Just really happy to know you had nothing to do with what I'm seeing."
"Where are you?"
"I'm at your house, Nick. Tatia's all right, but, uh, something went on in here, and she's not talking." Wu explained, "We responded to a call of shots fired."
"At my house?" Nick's night just kept getting better.
"We got at least five bullet holes in your wall. No blood, no weapon. So you're coming here, right?" He heard Wu ask hopefully, Nick could tell Wu wanted answers.
"Yeah, I'm coming. I'm on my way." Nick said, hanging up the phone. And he thought his night couldn't get any worse.
"Something happened at your house?" Monroe asked, looking to Maria, wondering if she heard. The blank look on her face told him she did.
"Somebody fired a gun."
"What?" Monroe questioned, his eyes going wide.
"Tatia's fine." For now, Maria thought.
"But if this had anything to do with the Captain... I got to go." Nick said, anger boiling back up.
"Remember, he may have no idea what he's... Doing." Monroe tried to defend as Nick slammed the door.
"Dad, you know I love Uncle Nick but…I just gotta say, his life is super messed up." Maria stated and Monroe just nodded.
Third point of view-
Tatia wasn't talking at all. She was just silent, and unmoving as she sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her and her arms around her waist. She stared at the floor, not even looking up until the door opened. "Hey." Tatia heard a voice. It was Nick's voice- followed by a sharp exhale. "Where is she?" He asked quietly.
"Over here." Wu said, bringing him to the living room where Tatia was sitting. She looked pale and despondent, with blank eyes. Wu was concerned for the young woman- Tatia was his friend- and while he didn't know what was going on, he knew it wasn't good. "She hasn't moved." He informed Nick. "Bullet holes over there... And there." The male officer told him, pointing out where they were located. "Tried asking her about them, but nothing. I'm hoping she'll talk to you." It was his hope, Nick could get her to speak. Maybe get her out of this shock she was in.
Nick scoffed a little before walking into the living room, Wu motioned for his partner to leave the room, leaving Nick alone with Tatia.
The young detective sat by his (ex?) girlfriend, who honestly looked a bit freaked out. He sighed, chewing on his bottom lip, not knowing what to say to her right now. He was so angry with her, so hurt, but yet he still didn't want to see her like this. It made him angry at the person who had made her like this. "You okay?" He asked her, resisting the urge to put his hand on her arm. "You don't want to talk about this?"
That was very obvious. "I really don't Nick." She said, tearing her eyes from ahead to look at him. Her normally jubilant hazel eyes looked blank, like the life had been sucked out of them. Nick wasn't going to lie- he was startled by the sight.
Nick nodded, looking away for a second. "Who shot the gun?" He asked, looking back up to her. He didn't meet her eyes though, he couldn't do that right now.
"I did." She responded quietly. "I thought there was an intruder." Oh there was an intruder all right, but not in the way most people would think. Tatia felt like a right idiot right now for what happened. How had she fallen to this?
"Where's the gun?" Wu said there hadn't been a weapon found.
"I put it in the closet." Tatia didn't know why she did that. She had looked at the gun and suddenly felt the urge to get rid of it, to hide it. She was just lucky it wasn't her service weapon that she had used. "Nick… I want this to stop." She wanted this to end- to be over with. She didn't want to be like this anymore.
Nick sighed and moved her hair a little, he frowned when he saw the tiny cut on her cheek. He looked at her entirely, trying to see if there were any other injuries, and saw a bruise on her forearm. A handprint to be exact. "You're hurt." He said, feeling that bubbling anger inside of him again. The Captain had done this to her. Unintentional or not, Nick wanted to beat the man bloody for laying a hand on her.
"I'm okay." No she really wasn't okay. That was just something people told themselves to get through the night. Tatia was far from okay right now, and it was painfully obvious to Nick.
"Is there anything you want me to do?" Nick asked. Tatia just shook her head. No there wasn't anything Nick could do for her. "Tatia… I know who he is- I know who your ex is." He stated, getting up from his seat. Tatia just sat there, her shock furthering. Nick knew? Nick knew about her and the Captain?
Nick sighed as he walked over to Wu and his partner. He shook his head at the other man. "She wouldn't talk to me either." Nick lied to him, sounding exasperated. She had talked to him, but they couldn't exactly tell Wu what had happened here.
"How do you want to handle this?" Wu asked, placing his hands on his hips.
"We don't have a weapon, and there's no one to file charges against." Nick looked to Tatia as he hummed. "She said it was an intruder. Maybe write it up as self-defense." That would work. That was the only thing that could work.
"I can make that work." Wu nodded without hesitation.
Nick thanked god that could work. Otherwise this could have been a very messy situation… Well messier than it already was. "Wu, do me a favor. Make sure someone's on the house." Nick wasn't going to take any chances with Tatia's safety. She was obviously not alright, and he was afraid what could happen to her. He was afraid what the Captain might do if he came back. Evidence says their last encounter didn't end well.
"Yeah." Wu got it. Nick was freaked out, so he would do this to ease his mind. "It'll be done." He promised his friend.
Nick felt a weight lift off his shoulders- at least he knew Tatia would be safe. Now all he had to do was find Renard.
-Grimm-
When Nick went back to the house he looked even more stressed out then when he left, I didn't even think that was possible, and what's worse he looked worried. "Was it Captain Renard?" Dad asked.
"She wouldn't say" Nick said with aggravation, "but I knew it was him."
"She tried to shot him?" Monroe asked, shocked.
Honestly, part of me wanted to applaud her and a part of me was downright confused, if she was becoming so obsessed with him why turn him away? "No, she works for the police and she's a Grimm, if she wanted to shot him she would have hit him." Nick pointed out and I couldn't help but agree, everyone who worked for law enforcement could easily learn how to use a gun. I was only waiting until I was older and out of the house to get a permit, better safe than sorry.
"Did you see him?" Dad asked warily.
"I'm afraid of what I would do to him if I did." Nick admitted.
"So what?" I asked.
"Maria." Dad said sternly.
"No dad." I wasn't gonna just back down on this. "He made his bed, so did she, they should have to lie in it. If the guys at the precinct found out what he did-"
"Maria," Nick said "I appreciate you being mad on my behalf, but I'm better than that."
"That makes one of us." Seeing someone you care about hurt doesn't put you above much, including hurting the person that hurt your loved one.
"And besides, I don't want everyone finding out it's not their business so, stay out of it ok?" He asked wearily.
I sighed. "Ok Nick, for you."
He nodded his thanks. "Look, it's late you're tired and so are we" dad told Nick. "Why don't I make us some warm milk?"
"Really?" Nick said, slightly cheered at the idea.
"Yeah, just like your mother use to…."
Oh dad, so close. "New idea" I interrupted "How about I make something better than warm milk, my famous secret recipe hot cider." I suggested cheerfully.
"Ooo, I haven't had that in a long time" dad said enthusiastically and we looked at Nick hopefully.
"…..Do you have any cookies left?" Nick asked and I grinned.
"Yes" hopefully this will calm everyone down.
-Grimm—
The next morning we went to the bus station to pick up Rosalee and it was completely obvious that he was nervous, I thought it was adorable. I guess I could understand why he'd be a little scared. Not every woman could handle a man with a full grown adopted daughter, I had worried that I was holding his love life back more than once so meeting someone as great as Rosalee could easily seem too good to be true.
"The flowers are too much aren't they?" Dad asked and before either of us could respond he said "maybe you should give them to her?" He suggested.
"Might send the wrong message don't you think dad?" I asked, amused.
"No, you're right, you're right, I just wish I hadn't brought roses it's too presumptuous."
"No it's not dad, red roses would have been a little cliché but these are perfect, shell love them."
"You sure?"
"Yeah" I gave him a thumbs up and he relaxed a little.
Soon after that Rosalee was getting off the bus and dad was stuttering "I um…it's" but he couldn't finish because Rosalee was kissing him.
"Ew dad, that's gross" I made a face and looked away, my dad and potential mother kissing, gross.
Nick just laughed, it was good to see him smile. "I missed you" she told him fondly.
"I missed you too." he grinned "I brought you some um-"
"They're beautiful." She said and I raised my eyebrows and smiled
"O and Maria and Nick are here." Dad said and Rosalie walked up to me and hugged me.
"Of course, I missed you Maria" she said with her arms wrapped around me and I squeezed her tighter.
I wished I could make this moment last forever. "I missed you too" I said quietly, slightly embarrassed to show such obvious affection.
She then went to hug Nick "Hey Rosalee welcome back," He said enthusiastically.
"O thank you, so," she said unfortunately getting back to business "we need to go to the spice shop now, I think I know what the problem is."
I just don't know how I might react if things get fixed.
Third point of view-
Tatia laid in her bed, not wanting to even move, feeling numb on the inside and out. What happened last night? What had she been thinking? Inviting the Captain inside? Firing a weapon at him? The young Grimm-hybrid groaned, flipping over. She buried her face deep into the pillow below her.
This was getting insane. This problem they were having- the constant obsession- the need and lust for one another- needed to end. She wanted to do back to her normal life- whatever it was before this. She wanted to be happy with Nick again. But she knew Nick would never forgive her, most likely neither would Maria. That left Monroe and Rosalee to be the awkward two, trying to keep friends with her.
She was going to lose everybody.
It made her feel angry and sad at the same time. Despite the desperate thoughts of how life was clearly screwing her over, she couldn't think about that right now. She had to focus on how she was going to make things better. That meant she had to start with this obsession she was having. It was growing, festering like a wound, and soon, if left unchecked, would kill one of them.
Third point of view-
"If that Hexenbiest who came into the shop was Adalind's mother, and she told your mom there was a royal here in Portland, then he must have been the one she made the purification process for." Rosalee explained to the group as she set down a large book. The other three looked at the Fuchsbau with slight confusion, making her go. "Ergo and hence, your Captain is the royal here in Portland." She stated
Maria nearly choked on her drink, causing Monroe to clap her on the back. "The Captain? As in our Captain?" She asked, trying to wrap her mind around it. Him a royal? What the hell? Wait a minute- that made sense actually. Maria thought to herself, thinking back on what Renard told her. That must have been why it didn't work out for him and Tatia in the first place.
Rosalee nodded, flipping through the book. "If he went through this purification process, which by the way, is an excruciating ordeal, it would explain why he and Tatia are so drawn to each other, Nick." She explained to them. "Coupled by the fact they were romantically involved with one another prior to this doesn't help either." It actually made it a hell of a lot worse. The effects of the potion were more potent and caused more rapid change.
"You told her?" Nick asked, almost outraged at Monroe. Did everyone know about Tatia's complicated love life now?
Monroe put his hands up in a surrendering motion. "Hey she needed to know." He stated to his friend. Maria shook her head a little. Oh her father was too gossipy sometimes.
Nick shook his head and walked up the table, placing his hands flat on it. "Okay, so how do we stop this?" He asked Rosalee, hoping there was a way to stop this.
"That's what we have to find out here, and fast, because if this spell is allowed to progress much further, one of them is going to kill the other." Rosalee told Nick as she opened the book.
Nick got an incredulous look on his face and he threw his hands up in the air. "Does anything not end in death?" He asked the three Wesen. Jesus Christ. Did everything end in the death for these people?
"Um- not really." Monroe said feeling bad for the guy. Not only was his girlfriend under some spell, but now there was the potential of her dying.
"Not that I know of." Rosalee said, sympathy leeched into her voice as she flipped pages.
"Sorry Nick." Maria may not have been happy with Tatia, but she didn't want her to die. That would just hurt Nick even further, and admittedly her too.
Nick felt exhausted. This was all his fault, if he hadn't pissed off Adalind then Tatia wouldn't have ever been scratched by her stupid cat and the two could be living their lives together. They could have been already married probably.
"Okay so what am I looking for?" Nick asked the older female, a tired look on his face.
Rosalee flipped through once more until she found what she needed. "Anything with these ingredients." She said, pointing out to Nick, Maria and Monroe.
This was going to be a long day.
Maria's point of view-
We'd been searching for hours and we still couldn't find the ingredients we needed. Nick was throwing the books at this point, clearly aggravated. Just when I was about to lose hope dad spoke up. "I think maybe I got it, yeah…well I don't know." Dad said hopefully yet hesitantly.
"Monroe that's it!" Rosalee said and I high fived him.
"Finally! I thought we were gonna be stuck here forever" I laughed.
"That's it. It is, really? Because, I mean, that's what I thought." Dad said proudly.
"Okay. It says there is a cure, possibly. But... oh. It's not gonna be easy." Rosalee said hesitantly.
"Well, why?"
"Because it involves getting Tatia and your Captain to take it together."
To our surprise. Nick didn't look just eager, he really wanted to get this over with. "I'll make that happen."
"Oh, boy." Rosalie said "Oh, boy."
"What?"
"It says we need the instrument of original infection."
"Okay, the instrument of original infection would've been the cat's claws." Nick said gleefully.
"Exactly."
"Well, let's get the cat!" The three of us looked at each other and frowned. "Oh. What happened to it?"
"Well, the cat sort of got ran over. Which isn't really a bad thing when you think about it, there was no way that thing was anything but a minion of the antichrist." I said on Rosalee's behalf.
"So what do we do now?" Nick asked and I couldn't help but feel bad for him. Why can't it ever just be 'here's the potion, take it and you'll be fine'? Everything has to be complicated.
"This."
"Oh, dude." Monroe said sympathetically as he looked it over.
"No." I said in disbelief, as I saw it.
-Grimm—
"Okay." Rosalee said as she mixed together what looked to be fruit punch and sludge.
"Gross" I said shuttering, I almost felt sorry for the captain.
"And this is what the Captain drank?" Nick asked.
"It's the purification process, the same one on the list Adalind's mom brought in." Rosalee said.
"How bad is this gonna be?" Dad asked.
"I don't know. You're just gonna have to... have to drink it, and it's gonna do what it's gonna do." Rosalee said with sympathy.
Nick sighed "This is gonna help Tatia remember me?"
"I don't know, but it's the first step of what you're gonna have to go through to break the spell between Tatia and the Captain." Honestly, as bad as I felt for Nick, I wasn't sure I wanted Tatia to remember, not if she was going to hurt Nick again. Then again, if she did she'd remember exactly what she was losing, which was what she deserved.
"How many steps are there?"
"Two."
"And what's the second one?"
"It involves all three of you." Rosalee said, as if she was just trying to get this over with and rip off the band aid. Nick laughed but I could tell he really didn't find it funny.
"Can't wait to write the invitations to that party." Dad said and I nodded.
"You're just gonna have to survive that." Yup, definitely ripping it off a hairy part of your arm.
Suddenly someone's cell phone rang, it was Nick's. "This is Hank. I've got to take it." We nodded and he answered it. "Yeah. Hank, how you feeling, man?"
"I'm better. I'm out. And I'm pissed." I could hear Hank say.
"Where are you?" Nick asked.
"At the precinct. Weird thing happened. Just saw the Captain looking through your desk drawer. Said he was looking for the file on Adalind. That make any sense?" O shit, why didn't I think of this? Renard was a royal, he was going to want the keys, and Nick left the key at the precinct. I knew that was a bad idea!
"No. I'm on my way. Do not let the Captain leave." He told Hank and ended the call. He looked to the three of us. "I have to go."
"Nick, you have to drink this." Rosalee reminded him.
"Yeah, later. The Captain took something that belongs to me." Nick said angrily.
The shit's about to hit the fan.
Third point of view-
Tatia didn't know why she was doing this, calling Renard. But when she finally rose from bed, she felt the urge to warn him. She didn't know why, but she knew he had a right to know that Nick knew. Nick knowing everything, it made her heart stutter a little. She didn't know why, but it made her feel uneasy.
It rang, and it rang, and for a second she thought of handing up or that it would do to voicemail.
It didn't happen like that though. Instead, just as it went to voicemail, Renard answered it. For a second it was quiet, all except their breathing could be heard, even if he was walking in a deserted hallway.
"I didn't think you wanted to talk to me after last night." Sean said in a low tone. He didn't want the others around him to know who he was talking to.
"I didn't think I'd want to either." Tatia admitted to him. She hugged her knees close again, trying to wrap her mind around why she called him still. She had convinced herself this was a good idea. That he deserved to know. "But I had to tell you something important." Yes very important.
"What is it?" He asked her, hoping to God she wasn't hurt more than she already was. The idea of that made the beast inside tugged him a little, and he suppressed him quickly. Now was not the time for his wesen side to come out.
Tatia took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to tell him. "Nick knows ever everything." She finally told him. Renard went dead silent on the other side of the phone. "He knows about you and me- everything."
"You told him?" Renard asked, feeling agitated at her. His fists clenched a little by his side.
"No." The Grimm-hybrid corrected her Captain. "He told me last night that he knew." When the cops came over after I took a shot at you. She thought to herself.
"And you're just telling me this now?" Renard said, feeling further outraged and agitated. How had Nick found out? However the logical conclusion wasn't that hard to come too. Maria. The Captain thought to himself. She was the only other one who knew.
"Look I didn't have to tell you anything asshole." Tatia reminded him. "I just thought you deserved know." She told him, her heart beating wildly as she hung up on him. Nick, was more than likely, going to come for him- and she doubted it was going to be pretty.
Third point of view-
Nick couldn't explain anything to Hank as he ran back to his car. His mind was working in hyper drive right now; his heart was going faster than what would be considered normal. If the Captain was a royal, he had played him. The worst part was that he suspected Tatia knew about it. He didn't know what to think anymore.
As he started the car, his phone rang loudly.
Nick looked down, his teeth grinded together in anger when he saw the name flash on the screen- Captain Renard. For a second he considered not answering it, until he ultimately swiped the talk button. "Captain." He said, trying not to sound strained.
"Nick." The Captain greeted him. He could hear the younger man's annoyance, the anger radiating off him. "I think we should talk." He said, getting straight to the point.
"Where?" Nick agreed. The two needed to talk alright, they had a list of things they needed to talk about. Tatia and this spell being right on the top of the list.
"Somewhere we won't be disturbed."
"Name it." Nick said, automatically agreeing to do this, his eyes a dark blue. Something dark settled in Nick's stomach, a feeling he was unaccustomed too but he didn't question it further. And quite honestly, he didn't even care
Nick's point of view (surprise!)-
I was shocked and pissed. I remembered this place all too well, this is where it all started for me. Where I first became a Grimm and used it, when I started to see Tatia, when I first met Monroe, this was before even Maria was in the picture, and Renard choose here. I could see him drive up and I was trying not to be overwhelmed by my anger. I trusted him once, I never thought he could've done any of this to me but he did. I hate him.
"This is an interesting choice." I managed to get out relatively calmly.
"There's a reason for that." He stated, not looking at me with any amount of shame or remorse but resolution and determination, that's when I lost it.
"We have a lot to talk about. Let's start with this." I said and punched him in the face, it wasn't nearly what he deserved but it made me feel a little better.
Than it was just me trying to hit him as many times as I could and him defending himself against my punches. Part of me wished he'd fight back because I knew that would fuel me.
He grunted. "Nick, we don't have to do it this way!" He pleaded as soon as he managed to get far enough away to talk
"Yeah, we do." I tried to lunge at him again but he changed right before my eyes, he was wesen! "You..." this can't be happening.
"Just listen to me." He pleaded.
"How long have you known about me?"
"Ever since your aunt came to see you."
Oh hell! "You tried to kill her." I wanted to kill him.
"It was never about her. It was always about the key." He defended, as if that somehow made everything justified.
I went at him again and tried to hit him but he was good at dodging me. "You took the key." It wasn't a question.
"You don't understand how important this is." He pleaded.
"I have a pretty good idea." I knew more than he believed but I wasn't going to tell him that. He managed to escape my grasp again.
"Nick! I brought the key. Here. I'm giving it back to you." Renard said, throwing it had me. I caught it, a bit bewildered, but still angry with him. It's why I called you here." He yelled, trying to rationalize things. "I've known about that key far longer than you have. And you can kill me, but this won't end. Or I could kill you, and this still won't end. There's a reason I asked you to come here. I know how you found that kidnapped girl that was brought here, and I know what that postman was. I knew what Adalind did to Tatia, and I knew I was the only one who could wake her up."
"And the fact that you two were in a relationship just happened to slip both of your minds through all of that did it?" I was in no mood to forgive and forget.
"We were over Nick. Being with me was dangerous, I'm from the royal family and there was so much I couldn't tell her. She could sense that I wasn't giving her everything and we both knew it wasn't going to work. We had all but forgotten we were in a relationship when you two started dating." I wasn't sure what to think about that. "If Adalind gets that key, we're both dead and what's worse, they might capture Maria."
"What does Maria have to do with this?" Was he threatening her?
"The royals used to use Todesfee as their servants. Once they had captured their Meinherz the Todesfee would have no choice, the royals would use them for dangerous missions and that's why there's so few of them now."
"Does Maria know about this?" Nick asked, feeling suddenly sick. Could they really capture and use her like that?
"No, the royals don't even know she exists and it's best if it stays that way." He stated and Nick nodded, not sure what to say. "But if I'm out of the picture they might find her and the other Todesfee in Portland. So unless you and I can figure out a way to resolve our differences, they will win, Nick. The royal families. It's a lot bigger than you and me. And we're gonna have to deal with this one way or another." He stated, it was a lot to take in at once.
"And what about Tatia?"
"Believe me, nobody wants this thing between Tatia to end more than I do." He said, sounding sincere.
"Yeah, well, I guess you're gonna have to prove that." I wasn't going to trust him again for a very long time.
"Yeah, well, if I knew how, I would."
"I know how."
Tatia's point of view-
A knock on my door startled me out of my mood and deep thoughts. Maybe that was a good thing though.
Getting up I left my glass of alcohol in the kitchen and got it, and went to go open the door. I didn't know who I was expecting, but it was certainly not them. "Oh you've got to be shitting me." I deadpanned to Renard and Nick. Both of them looked worse for wear right now. My hazel eyes shifting from one man to another. I wished I hadn't left that drink behind. "What the hell happened now?"
-Grimm-
Being back in Rosalee's spice shop was weird. Only days earlier had I been kissing the man beside me in this very shop, and now I was here hoping for a cure. As I watched the blender go off, I caught the look on Nick's face. He looked as though he was going to be sick.
I would be too, if I had to drink that… God I hope I didn't have to drink that.
I looked around at the faces, Monroe and Rosalee seemed oddly focused on the task at hand, while Maria made no qualms about showing up her glare. Her wesen species did not forgive or forget easily.
If this worked though, I would have to work my ass off for forgiveness from them all.
Once it was done, Rosalee poured half a glass of that… Drink- if one could call it that- and handed it to Nick. A sympathetic look on her face, while out of the corner of my eyes I saw Renard's neutral and passive look.
"I don't think I can watch this." Maria said with a grimace. She didn't look to good, to be honest. Monroe gave her a little pat on the shoulder, and I looked at her for a second with kinder eyes. "I'm gonna get some air… Good luck Nick." She said to him and left.
Nick gave a wry smile and downed it, looking as though he were trying to gag. I bit my lip, trying to stay positive, as he finished it off. He looked as though he was going to be sick to his stomach. I wouldn't blame him.
When he finished the liquid he put the glass back on the table. He stared at us, like he was trying to figure something out. "That was it?" Nick questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Renard just shook his head. "No." He stated, looking at Nick. I could tell from the look on his face that this wasn't going to be pleasant.
Suddenly Nick grunted in pain, and clutched his stomach. As he fell backwards, he landed on some furniture behind him. "That's it." Sean said as Nick gagged a little.
I moved to go next to him, but Sean placed his hand on my shoulder. I craned my head to see him shaking his head at me. Frowning, I shouldered him off gave a surprised cry when Nick fell to the ground.
"Nick." I cried and knelt down next to him. He began to change to a shade off purple-red, and my heart rate skyrocketed. "Please hold on. Please." I begged, feeling helpless, as I watched Nick twitch on the ground. He had to be okay. He just had to be.
Maria's point of view-
I wanted to say there and support Nick, I really did but that stuff just looked so nasty, as was the idea of him drinking it! I had to get out of there. I drove for a little bit but I was still feeling really restless so I stopped my car by the nearby park and started walking. I just needed some fresh air was all
If I was being honest I was feeling a little worse for wear the past couple of nights, my dreams of chasing someone I could never catch was driving me nuts. No one could truly see into the future, not even a wesen. Even though it was myth that my kind could, it was nothing more than a glimpse, a flash of possibility if that person decided to continue down that path in life, and it was only in dreams we can see it. I wasn't going to tell dad, Rosalee, or Nick though, I didn't want to worry them if it was nothing.
As I continued walking down the sidewalk past the swing set and the jungle gym, I suddenly froze. There, sitting on the park bench was someone with short dark hair and a black jacket. This someone was holding onto their knees, rocking back and forth, possibly chilly from the night air.
I know it's better to be cautious with strangers at the park at night but honestly, I felt more worried for the person who tried to hurt me than for myself. I was a wesen and I worked for the police, I was safe in the park night or day. Not to mention, whoever this was, was clearly in need of help and I couldn't stop myself from helping someone, even if this was too much like a de ja vu from my nightmares.
I walked up to whoever was on that bench and lightly put my arm on the person's jacket. "Hello, do you need help?"
The person gasped suddenly and grabbed my wrist, looking up.
Now, when a Meinherz is discovered it is nothing like looking into their eyes and seeing into their soul, it's not a twilight novel. Thank. God. No, it's about a thousand times more instantaneous and painful. I had heard about it but I hadn't really believed it.
It was like her touch had branded my skin, sinking deep in a way I could never remove. I hadn't meant to but as her eyes meant mine and her very existence was branded like a hot iron into my forearm I screamed and jumped back.
The only good thing about being a Todesfee, as soon as the branding pain came it left, as if it was nothing but it didn't matter. Her name was now with me always.
Because it was a she, yeah, this is my life. Her big dark brown eyes looked into mine before a second before she bolted away from me, terrified.
"Wait!" I pleaded because as shocking as this suddenly was, I couldn't let the one person I was meant to be with always run into the cold with clearly no place to go.
I started running after her but my phone suddenly vibrated slowing me down. If anyone was calling this late at night it could be a real emergency. I only looked down at my jean pocket for a second but by the time I looked up she was gone.
I wailed. I wanted to scream and cry all at once. "No…NO!"
How did everything get so messed up?