Nick dropped Adalind off at her apartment, telling her he wanted to pick her up to take her to dinner. He went back to his place to change into nicer clothes, while she did the same.

She chose a little black dress, diamond stud earrings, and kept her makeup classic, wanting to go with simple and flirty on the first official date.

Dinner with Nick turned out to be better than Adalind had hoped. The grimm was witty and charming, but he didn't try to be smooth or suave.

He was just real.

She never got the impression he was playing a part. That he was trying to get something out of her, besides just wanting to get to know her.

It had been a clear day, the evening no different, so Nick and Adalind walked a bit, talking about nothing in particular, and enjoying eachothers company.

When it was getting late, and they had no choice but to head home, neither wanted to part ways. They stood outside Adalind's apartment, kissing one another hungrily.

"I could, go" Nick said against her lips, "Do this right, take you to dinner a few more times."

"Or," Adalind looked up at him through her eyelashes, "you can come inside, and we"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence. It was all her fault really. Nick found her far too cute and tempting, looking at him like that, not to kiss her senseless.

They headed straight for the bedroom, kissing and removing each other's clothes along the way. Nick and Adalind tumbled to the bed, unable to hold in their laughter at how enthusiastic for one another they both felt. He trailed kisses down her body, removing the last of her garments and leaving little bite marks along the way. Peppering little kisses all over her.

Things were much more playful this time, Nick actually causing Adalind to giggle as he buried his face in her neck, his fingers tickling her sides gently.

And when he was inside her,,,,, oh, how she sang.

They spent hours touching, caressing. Never rushing or pushing, simply enjoying just being.

The next morning was no different. Nick woke Adalind with soft kisses that had her practically purring. They decided just to spend the whole day in bed, only getting out when they needed to freshen up or to eat.

It was the perfect lazy day, in Adalind's opinion. She had never had a lover want to spend the whole day with her. Content with cuddling and being truly intimate.

Nick was so sweet. It was strange that someone whose bloodline was the stuff of nightmares, turned out to be the man of her dreams.

The weekend had been the best either one had ever had.

Which meant, of course, that the week was about to go straight to hell.

It all started with a call to a judge's place. Which led to finding out a man Hank once arrested had escaped prison and was now on a path of revenge.

Finding out that escaped convict was also an ogre like wesen called a siegbarste was just the icing on the cake. Because of course this particular wesen would be ten times stronger than any human, and of course his body was damn near impossible to injure.

It was frustrating.

Hank especially was having a hard time. Nick's partner blamed himself. He wanted to take this guy down for good, not hide like some civilian.

The older detective knew every cop in Portland was out looking for the guy, but that didn't make it any easier to just sit and wait. Hank didn't want to be protected, he wanted to do his job.

There was nothing Nick could do, not for his partner and not to the siegbarste until the latter was found.

So it was decided he should just go home.

Nick called Adalind, hoping she would have some answers on what to do, also hoping she would offer him her bed and body for the night. He wanted to lose himself inside her again, to feel her writhing beneath him, to hear her pretty little moans when she came.

He knew he was addicted to her now, and he really didn't care.

Adalind smiled seeing Nick's number pop up, but when he told her his case involved a siegbarste, she decided to pull out some of her more interesting ingredients, while still on the phone with the grimm. She just got him, there was no way in hell she was losing him to a stupid, slobbery, foul smelling ogre.

The minute she opened the door, Nick wrapped her in his arms and kissed her so passionately, he was holding her up off the ground.

"God, Adalind" he breathed "I just want to burry myself in you and forget everything but the way you feel beneath me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "MMM, that sounds like the best idea I've heard all day, we should definitely move this to the bedroom than."

Nick couldn't agree more, but as they were making their way down the hall, the siegbarste came crashing through Adalind's window. On instinct, Nick pushed her behind him and lunged at the wesen, who woged and realized he was facing a grimm.

The two men fought. Nick was picked up and thrown down hard onto Adalind's coffee table, breaking it into several pieces. He was picked up again almost right away, the siegbarste wanting to know where is partner was. Though the grimm was able to get in a few good shots, the wesen's abilities and rage made them practically ineffective.

When the siegbarste had thrown Nick against a wall a good six feet away from him, Adalind threw a jar of special powder right in his face. The ogre screamed as the powder caused his face to burn so painfully, he was unable to do anything but think to get far away from the person who threw it.

He crashed out almost the way he came, causing more destruction to Adalind's home.

She ran to Nick, calling in an ambulance and checking over his injuries.

At the hospital, she called Monroe, using the number in Nick's phone, explaining what had happened. She heard the blutbad growl with rage at his friend being hurt and knew his eyes were turning red.

Good

The siegbarste had almost killed Nick, he needed to pay.

Adalind wished she could stay with Nick the whole time, but she had to secure her home, like board up the giant hole.

When she returned to Nick's side, she found out Monroe had shot the siegbarste with a special gun Nick possessed somewhere, as well as the siegbarste gift infused bullets that had made it possible to kill the wesen.

Hank had a lot of questions.

Like who shot the criminal and why, and how did they know where he and the convict would be.

Adalind had a feeling Nick was going to have to soon explain his life to his partner, especially if they were going to be working so many wesen cases together. Something was bound to slip at some point, and it would be better for Hank's sanity if he knew ahead of time.

But explanations could wait. What Nick needed to do now was rest. The staff at the hospital tried to tell her she should come back during visiting hours, but a hexenbiest was never for following someone else's rules. She sat in the chair next to him, holding his hand, marveling how in how such a short time things had changed between the two of them. A few weeks ago if she had seen him lying so vulnerable in a hospital bed, she probably would have killed him, but now all she wanted was to make sure he would be alright.

He looked at her was such affection and trust, Adalind had to use all of her self control not to tear up.

"Sorry about your house" Nick said sincerely.

"It's ok, been wanting to redecorate anyway, this just gives me a better excuse."