Both of the black cars were parked in the compound's garage. Neither the compound or the garage were visible from the outside; it was a great place to hide, to plot, and to keep someone from every being seen again.

The same person who threw the young Grimm in the trunk lifted her out, and not very carefully. He had found out, along with Renard, Bonaparte, and the rest of them, that the young Grimm had killed all five of the men she attacked. He would be happy to see her dead.

He took her out carelessly, bashing her head on the side of the trunk, and slung her over his shoulder once again.

"Blake?" Bonaparte's voice echoed through the garage.

"Yes, sir?" the man holding Trubel asked.

"Put her in a holding cell. I'll deal with her when she wakes up," Bonaparte commanded. "Take Will, Robert, and Al with you, just in case she wakes up prematurely."

"Yes, sir," answered Blake. He wandered off with the other three men.

Bonaparte turned to Renard. It was Renard's first time visiting the compound. "It's time for the grand tour," he said." I'll show you everything there is to know about the compound. You'll be working here soon enough, but for now, just follow me." They walked off.

Blake wandered down the hall, carrying the girl. He was happy that she was light, but he was a Blutbad, a wolf Wesen, so it wouldn't have mattered much if she wasn't.

"What if she had a little accident. Fell down a flight of stairs...?"

"That would be a shame," Blake answered sarcastically, grinning at Will.

Al spoke up. "Bonaparte would kill us. He wants her alive, guys."

"Damn, this sucks," Will said. "You know, a Grimm killed my grandpa."

"What do you think killed my parents, idiot!" Robert yelled from the back of the pack.

"My sister. Dead at the hands of a Grimm. Can you guys beat that?" Al asked.

Robert was pissed. He grabbed the back of Al's shirt and used it to throw him against a wall. "I lost two people!"

"Well, I actually liked my sister! You said you hated your parents!" Al yelled back.

"You really think it makes a difference whether I liked them or not?" Robert asked.

Will walked up to them. "They probably all had it coming. My grandpa? He was a great guy. He didn't deserve to be decapitated! Damn straight!"

Robert and Al both turned on him. "What the hell'd you just say?" Robert shouted. Al pulled his arm back, ready to punch Will.

Blake rolled his eyes, setting the Grimm down on the ground, and grabbed Al's arm before it broke Will's face. "Guys." No one looked at him. "Guys! Enough, alright? It's not a competition!" Al, Robert, and Will glanced at Blake who continued his speech. "We've all lost someone, okay? Because of Grimms." Everyone looked at Trubel. Robert started licking his lips. Blake saw him losing control and put his hand on Robert's chest. "Not, now," he said sternly. "But the day will come where we can do some damage. There's no way she's getting out of here, and there is no way Bonaparte won't want to have a little fun before he gets rid of her." A menacing and sadistic smile flashed across Blake's face. "I promise," he said, and they all started laughing. Blake picked up the unconscious Grimm and continued walking down the hall.

Bonaparte had every intention of showing Renard the whole compound, but he needed something from Renard first.

"This," he said gesturing to the room around him, "is the interrogation room. One of many."

The room was eerie. Like most of the compound, it was lit with fluorescent lighting, which gave it the appearance of a hospital or a creepy horror movie basement. Most everything else was grey, made of either smooth cement or metal. Renard and Bonaparte did, however, walk past rooms that were completely white. Bonaparte said he would use those to talk to his new recruit - meaning Theresa. He said that Renard would find out why, later.

They walked over to the table in the center of the room. Not all interrogation rooms had tables, some just had chairs and others had nothing at all.

"Have a seat," Bonaparte said as he walked around the table, pulling out a chair for Renard and sitting in one, himself. "You aren't in trouble," he assured in a friendly way. "I very much enjoy our partnership. I believe that it is one that will make history." He took Renard's hands when he sat down. He leaned forward. "I want you to tell me everything that you know about Theresa."

"I don't know much," Renard began, trying to remember anything that would be useful. "Burkhardt didn't tell me that she existed, and after I found out she was living with him, I had to discover that she was a Grimm on my own. He didn't want to talk about her." Renard thought back to when Nick and him were teammates and, almost, friends. Nick was dead to him now; it didn't matter what he said about Theresa. "Her name is Theresa Rubel. I did a background check on her after another officer told me that she was a murder suspect in a double homicide." Renard paused.

"That makes sense. Please continue," Bonaparte requested, letting go of Renard's hands.

"Nick was investigating her. He ended up telling everyone that she was a criminology student, so she could come with him on the job and people wouldn't ask questions."

Bonaparte interrupted Renard's reverie. "What did you find when you did a background check?"

"She had been raised by foster parents until she was thirteen, I believe," Renard answered readily. "Her foster parents died, I'm not sure how-"

"Is it possible that she did it?" Bonaparte asked.

"I wouldn't put her above it. She's has no aversion to murder, apparently," Renard said. "She's also been in and out of mental institutions. She was also homeless for a while, and I guess it made her pretty crafty."

"Mental institutions. I can use that. Go on," Bonaparte encouraged.

"There's not much else. I know that she worked for HW."

"Yes, I heard about that. That will make her an efficient weapon in time." Bonaparte smiled to himself.

"If you can get her to do what you want," Renard mentioned, skeptical.

"She lost Burkhardt. They've lived together, killed together. That kind of bond can strengthen a person, but breaking it can destroy them." Bonaparte sighed. "At least, that's what I'm hoping for. She has nothing left to hold onto. She is isolated from her friends and has no family. Who does she have to turn to?" Bonaparte asked.

"No one," guessed Renard.

"Just us," Bonaparte said. "I'm hoping she's smarter than Burkhardt. Doing what we want is in her best interest. It would be a shame, for her, if I discovered I didn't need her."

Renard didn't know what to say. He just listened to Bonaparte outline his ideas one by one.

"But if I could just get her on our side, make her see that there is no way out, I think she would make a great addition to our war. She could be an example to any stubborn Grimms, she could help me find the books!

But even her fighting skills, alone, are enough to make me want to give her a few chances."

Bonaparte stood up. "Let's just hope that she takes them."

Renard stood, as well, and the two of them continued their tour.

Blake and the others had made it to one of the holding cells. It was dark grey, and barely large enough to fit all of them. Blake dropped the Grimm on the ground, and the others grinned when they heard the thud of her head hitting the rock-hard ground.

"Do we keep her tied up?" Al asked.

"Of course we do!" Robert replied in a tone that said, "isn't it obvious? I don't know about you guys, but I want to keep my head."

Suddenly a girl walked down the hallway.

"There you are!" she said.

"Hey, Josie, baby!" Will exclaimed, clearly happy to see her.

"You call me baby one more time, and I'm telling Vinny. I would love to see him beat the hell out of you." She woged into a Balam and bared her teeth. "Though I might save him the trouble, and do it myself."

Will gulped, and Josephine laughed after woging back to human form. The other guys started making fun of Will, so he told them to shut up.

Josie looked past them at the floor of the cell. "This is the dangerous Grimm Bonaparte told me about, huh?"

"Yeah," Blake answered. "How come you're the first to know?"

"I ran into Bonaparte while he was giving Sean Renard his tour. Apparently it's taking longer than expected, so Bonaparte told Vinny and I to go find you guys. He wants the girl to stay unconscious until the tour's done. Because she's so dangerous." Josie rolled her eyes incredulously.

"If you find Bonaparte, tell him we got it covered," Will said.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Josie asked Will. "Better keep your buddies around. You wouldn't want to lose your head."

The guys laughed at Will, again. He deserved what he got, and he was lucky Josephine didn't do more to him. No one ever got away with doing anything to her. She killed plenty of people and the only thing that people heard her say about it was that it was fun. She was a real piece of work, and Bonaparte loved her for it.

Josie made a disgusted expression. "Doesn't look so dangerous to me," she said eyeing the started walking down the hall and yelled behind her, "What I wouldn't give for five minutes alone with her!"

Then, she was gone.

Time passed. Eventually, Trubel began to resurface. She was on a cold, hard floor, breathing slowly, and unaware of everything else. It took more time for her to open her eyes. The room, for the most part was dark, aside from the fluorescent lights that added to her confusion. She had been at the loft, but now she was here - wherever that was.

She thought for a long time. Her memories were cloudy, but they were coming back. She was with the gang. She had picked Monroe and Rosalee up from the Spice Shop after they hid the Grimm books, and she had killed a few people in the process. Wu had been with her. Together, they went back to the loft, they saw Diana, and then they were under attack. At least, that's what she thought she remembered. It was all so frustratingly fuzzy! She had to keep working through her memories.

Let's see. She and Eve sat together in the tunnel. Was it Eve, or Juliette? She didn't know. She couldn't leave Nick for dead.

Nick.

He was dead. That was real, wasn't it?

It was all coming back. She tried to save him, but they stopped her. Then, she stopped them.

And Bonaparte cheated, and she lost.

Nick was dead and she was kidnapped by Black Claw.

Trubel sat up quickly. It hurt her head. Was it from the chloroform? She was dizzy and sore, but she couldn't just be a sitting duck.

She tried to move around, but she realized her hands were still zip tied behind her back. And her feet were zip tied together, too. She sat against the wall and wiggled around until she got her hands in front of her. She wasn't sure how to get the zip ties off - they were really thick. She checked her boot, coming up empty. She checked the other boot and still couldn't find a knife.

Damn.

She was almost positive that they found every weapon on her while she was unconscious. She didn't have any ideas, so she tried using her teeth to break the zip ties. No dice. They were too freaking thick, and too tight. The were cutting off circulation in her hands. Trubel groaned.

"Did you hear that?" she heard someone ask from outside the door.

"Yeah, I think so," said another voice.

The door started to open.

Crap!

Before she knew it, the room had four men in it. They all looked at her with a combination of hatred and amusement.

"That took her long enough," one of them said.

"I thought she'd wake up sooner," another said.

At least they didn't call her "it."

"Yeah, guys, I thought Grimms were supposed to be tougher than this," agreed the third man.

She kept her mouth shut. That was usually a good strategy, but it only seemed to interest the men even more.

The fourth one spoke up. "What's the matter Sleeping Beauty? Don't you talk?"

"I think she is still having a hard time. Remember, her friend died right in front of her a few hours ago." The first was laughing.

"I wish we had been the ones to kill him," the third said.

Trubel wasn't sure how much longer she could play the quiet game. She was shaking with anger, breathing heavily, and clenching her teeth.

The second man walked up to her. "Don't get worked up." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her off the floor. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. His head was rested on her shoulder when he whispered, "You'll join your friend soon enough."

This guy was going to have to die before someone took her out.

"Screw you," she said quietly which, oddly enough, made it more threatening.

The man holding onto her just laughed in her ear. Then, he held out his hand. One of the other guys threw a rag to him. "I think you need to settle down a bit," he whispered. He yelled out to the others, "What do you guys think?"

The guys just started laughing. The guy holding onto her put the rag over her face and waited for her to collapse.

She didn't.

Instead, she used her hands, still tied up, to pull his arm away from her man had to readjust. He put one arm around her torso and arms, the other moved the rag toward her face again. That was a bad idea.

Trubel bit him.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" he yelled and moved his hand away to look at it. "It's bleeding."

The guys started laughing. One of them said, "Good job, Will. Looks like Josie was right."

"Shut up!" Will yelled. "You wanna try, Al?" He threw the rag to him.

Will now had both of his arms wrapped tightly around the girl.

Tight enough, she thought.

Al walked towards the Grimm.

Trubel lifted her tied up feet off of the ground while Will held her up, holding tight around her torso. She kicked Al in the groin; he groaned and fell to the ground, dropping the rag.

"Idiot," one of the men said.

"Shut up, Robert!" Al whimpered from the ground.

"You gonna let them embarrass you like this, Blake?"

"This is ridiculous," Blake said. He picked up the rag from the floor and got in Trubel's face.

"Light's out, honey," he said.

Trubel head butted him in the face, and his nose started bleeding almost immediately.

Blake woged, ripped Trubel away from Will, and threw her on the ground. She landed flat on her back and started trying to sit up. Blake sat behind her and held the rag over her face. Trubel eventually slipped back into unconsciousness.

Bonaparte had finished showing Renard the compound. Renard had no idea the facility was so huge. It included areas for training people, an infirmary, living quarters, offices and research centers, conference rooms, interrogation rooms, weapon and supply rooms, holding cells, permanent cells, solitary confinement, and a lot more.

"What do you think?" Bonaparte asked.

"Its impressive. You have a lot of resources at your disposal." Renard answered.

"Mi recurso es su recurso," Bonaparte laughed. "Do you think you will like it here?"

"I know I will. I will be proud to work here," Renard replied. "It will be an honor, Bonaparte."

"I'm glad." Bonaparte said approvingly. "Now, run home to your future wife, and, of course, your two children. It has been quite a long day."

Renard raised his eyebrows in confusion. "You aren't coming?"

"No, my day isn't over yet. I have some business to take care of. Have a nice evening." Bonaparte spotted his right hand man, or one of them, at least. "Vincent!"

Vincent walked over to Renard and Bonaparte. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Did you find Blake?" Bonaparte asked.

"No, sir, Josie did. She gave them your message, sir." Vincent replied.

"Fantastic. Do me a favor and show Mayor Renard out," Bonaparte requested.

Vincent responded, "My pleasure, sir," before telling Renard, "Come with me, please, sir."

Renard and Bonaparte exchanged one last smile before Renard was led away.

Bonaparte started walking towards the holding cell wing of the compound, but he ran into Josephine first.

"Hello, my dear," he said taking Josie's hand. "I heard you told Blake what I wanted him to do."

"I did, sir," she said.

"Did you take care of my... other request?"

"I did, sir. I got all of the information out of him."

"You're sure?" Bonaparte asked.

"He was being honest. I'm confident that we have all that we need."

"Beautiful. Thank you."

"What do you want to do with him?" Josie asked.

"We have everything we need. Get rid of him."

Josie was curious. "Do you have any preference, sir?"

Bonaparte laughed, "None at all. Just make sure you clean up after yourself."

Josie woged into a Balam. "Can do, sir." She walked away excitedly.

"That's my girl," Bonaparte said, continuing his walk towards the holding cells.

Al, Will, and Blake were sitting on the ground with their various injuries outside of Trubel's cell. Robert was standing, thinking about how stupid they all were. He couldn't have done a better job, however. People like Robert are all talk.

"Is she awake?" Bonaparte asked.

"We haven't heard anything for a while," Blake said, standing up. The others followed his lead. "She should be awake soon, sir."

"I'll be in the big interrogation room. You know where it is. Bring her there when she wakes up," Bonaparte commanded.

"Alright, sir. We can do that." Al started looking around nervously. "But I think it might be easier if we bring her there now and wait for her to wake up."

"I don't care if it's easier," Bonaparte said, his expression cold.

"Yes, sir," Will cut in.

"No restraints," Bonaparte answered. "I want her to give me everything she has. It will be fun. She needs to know that, even with her full strength, she has no chance against me. They become more obedient that way."

Robert swallowed hard. "Yes, sir."

They were all various degrees of sick. People who waged wars against humanity usually were.

Trubel started waking up again. It was easier for her to remember where she was this time. All of the guys were waiting in the room for her.

"Here we go," Al said anxiously.

Trubel tried to sit up. Blake grabbed her arm to help her.

He sat in front of her and tried not to look nervous. He realized Trubel couldn't really move a lot while she was sitting.

"Wake up," Blake commanded. "And stop looking at me like a damn murderess." Blake got up and looked over at Robert. "Get her up. It's time to go talk to Bonaparte."

"Why do I have to-?" Robert started to protest.

"Shut up!" Blake demanded.

Robert helped pick the girl up. Blake pulled out a butterfly knife and flicked it around in his fingers. The knife was Trubel's. Blake stepped closer to her. "Don't even think about playing any games with me."

Trubel didn't answer him. She just kept glaring at him like a "damn murderess."

Blake slowly brought the blade closer to Trubel's hand, and she struggled against Robert's grip.

"The more you move, the worse this is going to be," Blake warned. Robert and Blake worked together to hold Trubel's hand's still.

"Hold still," Blake said. With one swift movement, he cut off the first zip tie. Then, he cut off the one around her ankles.

She was free. Kind of.

Blake looked at her cautiously. "Do not make this difficult, or I swear to God I'll-"

She was already moving. She stomped on Robert's foot and slammed her elbow into his side. He let go. She tackled Blake. He landed flat on his back like Trubel had done a few hours before. She was on top of him, and punched him in the face twice before Al and Will were able to get her off. She spun around and grabbed Will in a choke hold. Al hit her, but Trubel's grip didn't loosen. Instead, she used her free arm to punch Al in the face. He would have a black eye for sure.

Blake got off the ground and Robert recovered. Al looked like he was crying but still rallied to help the other three guys. They pried Trubel off of Will, and he collapsed on the ground gasping for air. Eventually, he recovered, too, and the four men dragged Trubel off to the big interrogation room.

When they finally got to the door, Blake laughed and said to the young Grimm, "Oh, man, you are going to pay for this!" He was excited.

The guard shot a wary look at Trubel and opened the door for the mass of struggling bodies.

"Theresa Rubel," Bonaparte greeted from the other end of the room. "It is about time that we have a civilized conversation, don't you think?"

Bonaparte looked at the men holding onto Theresa. "That's enough, gents. I can take it from here."

They let go of Theresa. Robert and Will backed away from her, Al was frozen in place, and Blake was holding his ground with a smug expression.

Blake was probably her least favorite. She moved a few steps into position and swept his legs out from under him with a single kick. The others were afraid to do anything to stop her, so they just watched as Theresa held tightly onto Blake's throat while he kicked beneath her.

It was going well for her until she started feeling an intense pain again. Bonaparte was staring at her, no doubt, trying to get her to stop choking out Blake. She grunted in pain, but kept her grip tight as she stared down at Blake murderously. Bonaparte intensified his stare, and Theresa was really starting to feel it. She let the pain make her grip tighter. Bonaparte was tired of waiting, so he intensified his stare even more. Theresa gasped in pain and collapsed next to the coughing Blake. Bonaparte let Theresa up and told his men to stand in the back of the room.

"Theresa, I want you and I to work together," he started. Theresa, got up off the ground and turned toward the men at the back of the room. "Don't even think about it," Bonaparte said. Theresa winced and turned toward him. "Was that so hard?" he asked in a friendly tone. He continued, "You belong in our world, Theresa." The men in the back made repulsed expressions, but Bonaparte kept talking. "You are strong, powerful, and you deserve a world where you can be who you are without persecution. Like the rest of us. That's all we want." He spoke sincerely, but Trubel saw right through him. He wanted power over all humans because he wanted the the world to be a Wesen's world. He thought humans would only be useful dead, or as slaves. She had a feeling that he had the same intentions for her.

"You could belong here. We will give you a home and a purpose and treat you better than anyone at HW ever did. We can treat you better than Nick ever did. You just have to be willing to work with us."

Trubel took a few steps towards Bonaparte. "Don't even say his name you lying sack of-" Theresa was on her knees within a fraction of a second, gasping against Bonaparte's excruciating stare.

"Don't be a fool, Theresa!" Bonaparte lost his cool, "Nick," (Bonaparte sneered his name), "is dead. Give him up, Theresa. He's not coming to save you this time." Bonaparte took a few steps closer to Theresa so that they were only a few feet apart. "Those alliances are only going to get you into trouble."

Trubel was still on the ground because Bonaparte didn't let her go this time. She felt like he was ripping her in half, but it didn't stop her.

"The first moment I get the chance, I'm going to freaking kill you," she snarled.

Bonaparte took a step back and let her up.

"Then do it," he challenged.

Trubel sprung up and sprinted towards Bonaparte a few steps and was even able to get close enough to grab a hold of his suit jacket before Bonaparte put her on the ground again.

She was writhing on the floor in pain, and the men in the corner watched with huge grins across their faces.

It was taking every ounce of self control for Trubel not to scream in pain.

"You need to learn when to quit, Theresa. You need to know that there are rules! You do not disrespect me." Bonaparte intensified his glare and Trubel finally yelled out in pain. "You do not tell me what to do." Trubel stifled her scream this time, and that annoyed Bonaparte to no end.

He decided he would test her.

"You do what I say. Without question. You want the pain to stop? Ask me." Bonaparte intensified his stare again, and Theresa looked like she was suffocating from the effort to keep quiet.

"I am giving you an order, Theresa!" Bonaparte shouted. "Ask me to stop!"

Trubel opened her mouth without sound. Bonaparte let up because he wanted her to be able to ask him the question.

"Go ahead," Bonaparte commanded.

Theresa was still gasping for air. She choked out, "I am asking you..." she was panting incredibly hard.

"Yes?" Bonaparte asked, triumphant.

"I am asking you to..." Trubel paused. "To go jump off a bridge, you murderer."

He glared at her with his excruciating stare. She was clearly in pain again, but she didn't make a sound. Her eyes started bleeding like Meisner's had before Bonaparte and Renard killed him.

She panted, "I'm going to kill you."

Bonaparte had it with her. He nodded at Blake and Blake walked over to her and kicked her in the face. She was unconscious before she could even register the pain of the blow.

"We'll try again tomorrow," he announced. "Put her away and do whatever you want. I want her broken, do you understand me?!" Bonaparte yelled and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.