Songs Of Death

by redashrose

Maria and Tatia are Wesen, trying to live normal lives despite the fact that they're very abnormal beings. But can you be normal when your in love with Grimm's? Nick/OC and Trubel/OC. Story is better than summary. Slight AU since Trubel will be coming into the story sooner and Juliet isn't in this story. P.S. This story does have a F/F relationship but it's about feelings with them

3. Chapter 3

Sooooo, I may have-scratch that, I'm just going to be honest- I did something stupid. I was on too many devices at once and I thought I was reviewing a Harry Potter fic and accidently reviewed myself. Yeah, I would be the dumbass that accidently reviewed herself lol. I'm mentioning it because it bugs me, I would never give a review that hasn't been earned and I especially wouldn't review myself, that's just low class. If I could take it down I would, in fact if any one knows how to, feel free to message me and let me know 'cuz it's driving me crazy. Anyway, I feel better now that I can admit it and I did learn a valuable lesson, turns out I don't multitask well lol. Anyway thank you all for the reviews I did earn, I wasn't even going to get another chapter out so soon but you guys motivated us!

-Redashrose

P.S Is anyone else super-duper pissed off that Juliet's alive? The whole Eve thing is bullshit. I mean the producers promised us she'd stay gone but no, she's still kicking. Maybe I wouldn't feel this way if I didn't hate her lol, idk. I mean seriously, one of the reasons my girl psycho17 created the new character was because we hate her, she's really not good enough for Nick, at all.

TheGirlWhoFellThroughTime: I can't tell you if she finds her soon (partially because I haven't decided yet lol) but I can say she will never stop looking!

HeadInTheCloudsx: First of all, thank you. I don't think I've ever gotten so many reviews from one person, ever lol. Second I know part of the reason you did was because you had questions that you wanted answered. Feel free to private message me that way you won't have to review so much and I can tell you how long the next chapter will take.

Skittlez101: I just gotta start off by saying, love the username! Haha, second, yes I definitely see interesting times for Nick and Tatia in the future.

LoveBetray: Well, ok, if it means that much to you lol.

Tatia's point of view-

I was helpless as I watched Nick writhe on the ground in pain. "Rosalie we have to do something." I begged her, "Isn't there anything we can do?" I asked, hating this feeling. I suddenly wished I wasn't watching this. And I suddenly pitied the Captain for what he had to go through- this wasn't fun at all.

Rosalie shook her head, kneeling down next to me. "It's part of the process he has to go through." So that meant there was nothing we could do.

"We can't help him." Sean said with hard demeanor, shaking his head a little. Nothing could be done to help him right now it seemed.

"But…" I trailed off, looking at Monroe. Grimm or not, this was just insane right now.

"He asked you here for a reason. Nick is doing this for you." Monroe said, trying to comfort me as best he could but in a way it made me feel worse.

"I don't understand why he has to go through this for me." I wasn't just asking Monroe but asking the universe as well.

I knew being a Grimm wasn't easy, especially since I was a Grimm that was also part Wesen but this was too much. A guy I didn't remember but had been engaged to was on the floor, possibly dying and the guy I did remember but had shot at was standing with a neutral expression on his face. I almost wanted to slap it off him.

I got up and started pacing, feeling like I was going to get splinters from running my feet through the wood. "You know what he's going through." Rosalie stated as she and Captain Reynard took my place at Nick's side.

"Yeah."

"How long did it take to come out of it?" She asked hopefully

"I don't know. I didn't even know where I was until I woke up." He explained like he was asking for forgiveness.

I felt like I was going crazy. "Monroe, explain this to me, why is this happening to him what is going on with Nick's body?!"

"You have to understand; this isn't going to be easy to explain. Maybe if Maria was here I could, she was always better at scientific terms. Then again she doesn't seem to be too keen on helping you-" Man Monroe really rambles when he's nervous.

"What can you explain?" I asked irritated, not having the patience for any of this right now.

"You know how you have feelings for Captain Reynard and you can't explain where they came from?" He questioned me, "Like you just woke up one day, and you were crazy about a person you barely knew? Is that about right?" Wow, this guy is just as blunt as his daughter.

"Yeah." In truth I had all but forgotten about my romantic feelings for him. We had been over for a while, but then this happened.

"There are a lot of things in the human body, hormonal and chemical, that can trigger these inexplicable, emotional nuclear meltdowns. And what we're dealing with is sort of a "pheromone gone wild" fiasco." Monroe said with his hands, trying to find the words. "All we're attempting to do is to reverse the phenomenal behavior before something even worse happens."

As Monroe stopped explaining Nick's skin changed from a dark red to a light tan. "Okay, he's coming out of it." Rosalie said excitedly and I rushed towards Nick to help lift him up.

"Nick." I said enthusiastically, feeling relieved he was alright.

"Nick, can you hear me? Can you hear us?" Rosalie asked and he started coughing. "Don't get up too fast."

"Thirsty." He rasped out.

"Okay, great. So that's it? We're free?" I asked, it must already be working if I was already starting to think about Nick more than Sean. They just gave me a drawn out look. "What?" I rolled my eyes, wishing they'd just spit it out. This isn't good.

"There is one more thing the two of you have to do. Come with me." Rosalie said and motioned us forward.

Rosalie ushered us to a small table in the next room. She got out a few more ingredients and mixed them together. "Are we supposed to drink that?" I asked, looking at the yellow liquid. I had to admit it still looked better than what Nick had to drink.

"Yeah. Monroe." She called out.

"Almost ready."

"You got that last ingredient?"

"Yup. Just getting it now." Why did that sound awkward?

Monroe and Nick walked in with the missing ingredient but before I could ask what it was, the door slammed open and Maria slowly walked inside.

Now, I wasn't an expert on Todesfee or anything but does going out for a walk supposed to make them look like they were going to pass out? Trails of mascara ran down her face as if she'd been crying, her eyes were bloodshot. She was pale and shaking, almost as if she was sick. Her sleeves were pulled up, when did she get a tattoo? It was on the inside of her elbow. As she approached I got a better look at it, I could see the name Toireasa in black ink with a dove on either side with the Irish symbol of eternal love under the name in the middle… Oh, this could be bad.

I knew it was when she ran into Rosalie's arms and whimpered "Mom." Even though I knew she loved Rosalie, she had never felt secure enough in their relationship to call her mom until now.

Rosalie took it in stride though, "What's wrong?" She asked with concern.

"I found her, I found her and I lost her, she's gone." She said hurt and scared.

This was bad. This was really bad.

Maria's point of view-

I didn't know what to do or where to go. A Todesfee's first instinct was to take care of their Meinherz but I had only seen mine for a few seconds before she felt the need to run off. I failed. She was clearly a runaway; she could be half way to Florida for all I knew. I was going to die, I was going to day or I was going to lose it, 99% of Todesfee didn't survive if their Meinherz died or rejected them and my body felt a rejection.

Even I though my logical mind knew she didn't know me long enough to reject me, my Todesfee side couldn't process that, all it knew was my Meinherz left me in the middle of a park calling after her.

"Ok, calm down honey, tell us what's going on." Rosalie demanded gently

"Uh, Rosalie." Tatia said awkwardly and lifted a finger to pint at the new branding of my skin.

Rosalie looked down with a gasp and grabbed my arm gently to look at my "tattoo." I suddenly had to take a break from being in shock too being nervous, to say the least. Would Rosalie see that that was a girl's name and if so how would she react? I'd never been interested in women before, only men. Not only that but whether any member of my family thought that being gay was right or wrong was never discussed. It never came up. What if she thought fate deciding I was meant to be with a girl was disgusting? Would it ruin everything?

"Maria, tell us exactly what happen when you left." Rosalie demanded, not unkindly but not very sympathetic either.

I told everyone everything, except for the dreams, somethings were private, up to the part where Maggie called and I took my eyes off her for one second. Then I became too ashamed. "I'm guessing she ran off and you couldn't find her?" Tatia guessed correctly.

I nodded and looked at her, something seemed different about her now.

As I looked around the room, my eyes landed on Nick. He was pale and sweating. I realized now despite my issue, we still had one at hand. On step at a time. I thought to myself as Rosalie gave me a comforting squeeze on the shoulder.

"We'll find her Maria." She promised with a small, reassuring, smile. "But first we need to finish up here… How about you help me?" Rosalie asked. I knew she was just being really nice. I knew she was trying to take my mind of things.

I gave a small smile, glad to feel included, but I knew it was only half real. The bitter sadness was eating away at me already. "Thanks mom." Mom. I liked calling her that. It sounded nice.

-Grimm-

"Is that what I think it is?" Tatia asked with a blank expression as I handed mom a bitter smelling yellow liquid. In her other hand was a small red vile. Anyone who worked in the police department could tell that was blood.

It was Uncle Nick's blood.

"Unfortunately." Mom said as she mixed the yellow liquid and blood. She had those sympathetic eyes on her. She was a hell of a lot nicer than I was for sure, and a lot more forgiving.

I looked to see Uncle Nick who looked as though he was going to be sick. Now I had wished I had stayed for the process. But then again, I wouldn't have met my future girlfriend… Wait, no. She had run off. I had to find her first. Yes, find first and explain everything. Then I could think about the dating part later.

When it came to dating though I wasn't exactly an expert. I loved dad, but he wasn't the best to go to for dating advice.

Mom poured the liquid into tea cups, and we all watched carefully as Sean and Tatia tentatively picked them up.

"This better work." The two of them said as the same time.

Great. I thought sarcastically as I shook my head. They were speaking in sync now. Yes, for Nick's sake, for their own sakes, hell for everyone's sake, I hoped this worked.

As they put the cup to their lips, both shared one last look, one I didn't even want to translate. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Uncle Nick grind his teeth a little. I'm sure he didn't want to know either.

Then suddenly Tatia and Sean downed the bitter cure like a shot of whisky.

We were all watching. Nick more so then the rest of us. I could see the hope forming in his grey eyes. They weren't as stormy as before. No. Now they just looked sad and full of hope. We all wanted this to work. But I knew deep down that Nick wanted this to work more than any of us. After all he was the one in love with Tatia.

"Now what?" Tatia questioned as the two obsessed birds put down the cups. Her hazel eyes flitted back and forth between all the people in the room.

Dad, mom, Uncle Nick and I all shared looks with one another. "Hopefully this will eradicate the intense desire you two have for one another and put you back in a more normal and even emotional state." I resisted the urge to snort. Since when were these people ever normal? I thought to myself. "But we'll have to wait and see." She trailed off, trying to sound hopeful.

"Well, I'm not waiting here." Tatia claimed to us, grabbing her bag from the seat. "I'm going home." Both Sean and Nick moved towards her. I didn't even bother to hold back an eye roll as the testosterone in the room skyrocketed. Both men gave one another an intense glare. "Oh stop it the both of you. Your testosterone is levels are giving me a headache. I am going home- ALONE." She emphasized and went to the shop door, leaving harshly.

I debated one whether or not to clap. That was one of the first sensible things I had heard come out of her mouth as of late. "Well that's good, right?" I asked mom, turning to her a bit. "I mean the alone part is a step in the right direction?" I asked.

Rosalie nodded, just as Uncle Nick got up from his seat. He had quite the determined look on his face right now.

"I'm going to make sure she stays alone." Nick claimed, giving Sean a dirty look before leaving. None of us could even protest as he left the shop in a hurried state.

Awkward silence permeated the air. It was just us Wesen now in the room, and tensions between us all were still running high.

Sean leaned against the table, his palms flat and his nailed gripping the wood below. He looked up with his intense eyes. "And if this doesn't work?" He questioned mom.

"I wish I knew."

Great. This night just keeps on getting better and better. Oh I hoped this worked- for everyone's sake. Because if it didn't, I knew this was going to get very bad, and very bad soon. And this was just adding to my list of growing problems.

Third point of view-

Nick knew he was about to become a full blown stalker. No scratch that, he was one. As he crept around the corner in his truck, he watched Tatia get out of her car. Her head whipped back, hazel eyes searching for what was out there.

He knew that she probably sensed him, hell she probably knew he had been following her. Being a Grimm had its perks after all, but Tatia had several years of experience with her abilities. So she could take care of herself. But he was too worried about her to leave her alone. Also he wanted to make sure she had no uninvited visitors. And also he genuinely feared something might happen to her.

He saw the way his Captain watched her, he knew Maria saw it too, and the others. Even though the Captain wanted these feelings to go away, he couldn't help but wonder about something, how much of this was actually the potion? And how deep did his true feelings really go?

-Grimm-

Tatia knew Nick had been following her since the shop. Not only had she sensed him, but she also recognized the truck.

Sighing she got out of her car and locked it. Her sneakers hitting the driveway, then walkway and porch as she walked up to her door. Whipping her head around once more she saw the tell-tale signs of headlights. She knew they were Nicks of course. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was worried about. But it irritated her to no end.

Had he always been this overbearing? Tatia thought as she unlocked the door. Something deep in her mind said yes.

-Grimm-

The Grimm-hybrid entered her empty house. It seemed colder for some reason. And way too empty. Like something was missing. Like a thing… Or a person.

As Tatia closed the door she set her things down on the front table. When she went to take a step, she suddenly gasped and clung to the door handle. What was this? Staring into her house, she didn't see a floor- she saw a black abyss. It reminded her of Hexenbiest's eyes. That dark, bottomless, abysmal look they had.

Tatia shut her eyes tightly. "It's not real." She breathed out to herself. She knew this had to be a side effect of the potion she had drank. It had to be. But god help her. This felt real, and that genuinely frightened her.

Maria's point of view-

After Sean left Rosalie started making another potion, almost frantically. "Is that a backup?" I asked, looking at the new concoction she was making.

"No. This is for you." he said, not looking at me as she said it.

"What?" I wasn't losing my memories.

"When a Todesfee is feeling rejected it takes a toll on the body so that all the mind can think about is finding that person so that they can get relief. It takes a toll on the mind, it's what drives them insane. We need to make it so your mind can focus on other things or you'll lose it like all the other Todesfee." She said as she started mixing some of the ingredients. That crap looked almost as gross as the stuff Nick drank.

"Yeah, I'm not drinking that." I shook my head in disgust.

"Yes you are." She stated matter of factly.

"O no, no, no." It looked like crap and wheat grass juice, not happening.

"Yes, yes, yes." Rosalie stated, almost looking mad. "Maria, if you don't drink this you might literally lose your mind."

"I feel fine." I folded my arms across my chest defensively.

"Do you?" She asked honestly, her eyebrow raised and with concern in her voice.

Honestly, there was already a little voice in my head telling me I shouldn't be here. It demanded I ran back out into town, at night, to find her; which logically I knew was ridiculous. I shrugged and made a shaky motion with my hand. I was quickly becoming not so okay.

"I could be better." I admitted to them finally.

"That's what I thought." She stated "This isn't going to taste as bad as it looks, you'll be fine."

"How much of that is she going to have to drink?" Dad asked, staring at the potion.

Rosalie hesitated before answering the question. "Just every few days." She tried to tell me gently.

"Mom?" I looked at her suspiciously.

"Well… for now it's just once every few days but if we don't find your Meinherz soon, it'll become once a day, and then, eventually if it's been too long she's going to need it every hour."

"What?! I can't drink that sludge every hour!" This night was just a never ending nightmare wasn't it?!

"Maria, it's not going to come to that, ok? You work at a precinct, where it's your job to find people ok, you're going to find her." Dad reminded me, trying to make me more optimistic. "We're going to find her." He promised.

"…And you don't care?" I asked both of them. "That it's a girl?"

"Of course we don't" Rosalie said softly. "We care that you're happy, we care that whoever you love loves you."

"Absolutely, we love you Maria, as long as you're happy we're happy." Dad said and Rosalie nodded, making me want to cry.

"Thanks." I said hoarsely.

Rosalie gave a small smile. "Bottoms up." She said, handing me the glass, the big glass.

"Pinch your nose honey." Dad turned away, clearly grossed out.

It looked like crap and tasted like cough syrup. At least it wasn't as bad as it looked.

-Grimm-

After that dad, Rosalie (I still need to get used to thinking of her as mom), and I went home. Even though I was exhausted and just had a hot shower, I still couldn't fall asleep right away. My head was full of scenarios of how I could've done things differently.

Also, I worried about her. I worried that she wasn't safe wherever she was. Was she in a hotel room safe and sound? Was she sleeping on a park bench? Eventually though, I knew I had work to do the next day and stopped my thoughts enough to sleep.

Needless to say, when I woke up the next morning I was not a happy camper. Luckily with everything going on Nick thought it would be nice to go out for breakfast. We still had a lot to talk about so we met Hank at The Diner and sat near the back. After ordering our food Nick told us what happened last night.

I still can't believe Captain Reynard was a royal! Nick brought out the key that he was after (honestly I'm really starting to hate that guy) and showed it to us.

"So this is what the Captain took?" Hank asked, taking the ancient key and observing it.

"Yup." Nick said as if it were simple.

"What does it open?"

"I don't know." He said and then looked at me. "But it's something people are willing to kill for. Maria, do you know anything about it?" Nick questioned me, turning his eyes to me for answers.

"There's a legend connected to this key but I can't remember much of it. It might be better to ask my dad." I answered honestly. "But I do remember that if you ink the sides of this, press to paper..." I demonstrated though it didn't really show without ink. "It makes a piece of a map. Now apparently there's six more of these that people are hunting all over the world. You need to collect all seven to complete the map and find whatever it is they hid back in the 12th century. I can't remember but I think that it was something more valuable than gold inside."

"You know, if I hadn't seen what I've seen, I wouldn't believe any of this." Hank shook his head as if even though he'd seen it he still couldn't believe it. I couldn't blame him.

"Neither would I." Nick admitted.

I couldn't exactly join in on the sentiment, I was born a Wesen and even though it wasn't easy it was what I was used to.

"All right, let me get this as straight as I can. The Captain is a member of a royal family. He's also partly one of these Hexenbiest things that Adalind used to be but isn't anymore because of you?" Hank said, trying to wrap his brain around all the craziness, and I almost chuckled. Adalind got exactly what she deserved that night. Hopefully it would humble her to know what it felt like to be vulnerable.

"In a nutshell." Nick said.

"Yeah, that's where they're going to put us if this thing goes on much longer. Where you gonna keep that key now?" Hank asked what I wondered.

"Around my neck." Wait, what? Had Nick lost his mind?

"Playing it a little close." Hank stated with concern.

"The next person who tries to take this from me is gonna have to kill me to get it." Nick stated as he put the key on a chord around his neck.

"That's what I'm afraid of, Nick are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked, worried.

"I can take care of myself." He said stubbornly. But I could sense that he was becoming reckless, and I have a sinking suspicion I knew why.

"Well, let's just hope it doesn't come to that. What about Tatia?" Hank asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. I hope she's gonna be okay, but right now I'm just trying to give her a little bit of space." Nick said, I could tell he was still trying to be optimistic about their relationship. It made me want to gag. As far as I was concerned Tatia wasn't good enough for Nick anymore.

I wanted to tell him he could do better but I didn't think he'd appreciate that from me right now. Hopefully that potion put some things into prospective for her at least.

Tatia's point of view-

It felt raw. The feelings I was having right now; like something was grating at me over and over again. Even though I knew this wasn't real, I felt terrified. And a bit angry too because my mind was playing these stupid tricks on me.

At some point I had moved to the stairs of my house and clung to the railing. I didn't remember how I got to there, just the movements. One foot carefully in front of the other, like when I walked on a balance beam when I was a kid. But I hadn't even bothered to try to go up the stairs because they were never ending right now. All could do was watch the black abyss hole with trained eyes, as if I was waiting for it to do something.

Had Rosalie known this was going to be a side effect of the potion? No. She would have told me if she knew something like this was going to happen to me. But I couldn't help but wonder, was Sean experiencing something similar? Was Nick? I hoped they weren't… Especially Nick. After the shit he's been through, he didn't deserve this.

I continued to stare at the hole in the floor, finally I peered over the edge of the stairs.

I didn't know what I was expecting to see. Perhaps I was hoping it didn't look as deep as it appeared to me, but it was. My body, on its own, snapped backwards and my hands tightened on the railing. I shut my hazel eyes tightly again.

"It's not real." I whispered out again.

This wasn't real. I knew that, but now I had to figure out how to get around this. No one was going to be able to help now. I wasn't even sure my friends (if I could still call them that) could, or would, help me.

I was on my own.

Maria's point of view-

When Nick and Hank got the call I volunteered to ride along. I needed the distraction anyway since the worrisome thoughts were coming back. Nick didn't know anything about Meinherz and I needed to talk to him and Hank about it soon, so we can find her. Apparently there was a bank robbery and it really scared people, like horrified them somehow. Then again when is being held at gunpoint not scary?

"They were all wearing these masks... horrible, so realistic." I could hear from one of the witnesses as they spoke to an officer.

"What kind of masks?"

"I don't know. Wolves' maybe." The woman said, feeling uncertain. "But they weren't the cheap kinds. These were, like, real. Real skin, real teeth. I'm sorry. I've just never seen anything like it before. Will you excuse me?" I'd seen witnesses at crimes scared, feeling lost, even angry. I'd never seen one look so confused

The officer walked away from the suspects and to Nick and Hank. "Okay, there were three robbers. Heavily armed, came in shooting. They were all wearing some kind of animal masks.

"Surveillance cameras?" Nick questioned.

"Yeah, securing them as we speak." The officer said and I heard a low, shrill whistle that hurt my ears.

I turned to the sound in annoyance until I realized the sound came from my dad. "Monroe?" Hank said, confused.

"Dad?" This isn't happening.

"Thanks." Nick said and we moved over to where dad was.

"I am glad you guys got the call." Dad said as I wrapped my arms around him.

"We got this."

"Are you ok?"

"Are you ok dad?" Nick and I said at the same time.

"I'm fine." Dad assured me.

"You were here?" Nick asked.

"Smack dab in the middle. This is bad. We got to find those guys, like, right now." My dad stressed to Nick, his tone was urgent. "Those masks they were wearing were not masks. They were full-on woged when they blew in here." Oh hell. Like I didn't have enough crap to deal with today.

"You're telling us everyone in the bank could see them?" Hanks asked as if he couldn't believe it.

This was bad, people weren't supposed to see us. "Yeah. They were doing it on purpose." Dad said, almost frantic.

"What were they?" I asked.

"One was a Skalengeck and the other two were Blutbaden, which personally, I take great offense at." Dad said, no wonder he looked so irked.

"So they obviously knew what they were doing." Nick stated, looking as shocked as I felt

"Oh, dude, it is way bigger than that."

"Bigger than robbing a bank in the middle of the day?" Hank asked.

"It's way worse." I said, letting the seriousness of the situation sink in.

"Yeah. They broke the Gesetzbuch Ehrenkodex." Dad said.

"The what?" Nick asked, a bit confused.

"The Gesetzbuch Ehrenkodex." I stated.

"It's also known as the code of Swabia. It is the most important law of honor that we have. I mean, you break the code, you put all Wesen in danger. There was a huge meeting like four hundred years ago." Dad explained, "Representatives had to come from all corners of the known earth. Look, this is a huge Grimm thing too. You've probably got something about this in your trailer." Dad said, pulling me in closer. I could tell he was worried too.

-Grimm-

We drove out to the new trailer location and started looking through the texts. "Here's something. Looks like it dates from the council of Walenstadt of 1521. It's in German." Nick said over an old textbook.

Monroe walked over and started reading over Nick's shoulder. "Yeah. It says right here, "it establishes guidelines to ensure the safety and well-being of the Wesen community". Bottom line, very bad things happen when Wesen reveal themselves in order to take advantage of normal folk. The great witch hunts of the 16th and 17th century... you think those were witches they were burning?" Dad looked at Hank and Nick as they nodded. "Uh-uh. Bunch of knuckleheads like in the bank today got that ball rolling back then, and for three hundred years there was hell to pay. And if you think that can't happen again, here today, think again." Dad said frantically.

"The fact that these guys were Wesen when they robbed the bank is going to make it impossible to find them. No prints, nobody to I.D. them." Nick said with annoyance.

"Hello, except me." Dad pointed out.

"Yeah, and your testimony about two Blutbaden and a Skalengeck should go over really well with a jury." Nick deadpanned, emotions were starting to run high.

"Yeah, that sounds more like a way to get you sent to the funny farm dad." I warned.

"All right, so how do we find them?" Hank asked, trying to calm us down.

I took a deep breath and Nick said, "The way they hit the bank, I get the feeling this wasn't their first costume party."

"Okay, let's see if we can find any recent cases where masks were used." Hank suggested.

"When this gets out it is going to spread fast, and a lot of Wesen are gonna freak. And when you get the Wesen community freaked, somebody is gonna know somebody who knows somebody who knows something. So I'm gonna start asking." Dad said, I could tell even he was a getting a bit jumpy.

"We might already know somebody who knows something." Nick stated, siting up.

"Who?" I asked.

"Tatia." Nick stated and I snorted, going back to my book.

"I'd take that call outside." Dad suggested, not wanting to start a fight.

Dad knew how much stress I was under and I didn't want to get in it with Nick about what I thought of Tatia right now. Nick nodded and went outside, dialing her number. I could see Hank looking at me and I knew what he wanted to ask but dad was shaking his head. I knew it wasn't my place to spread rumors but Hank deserved to know right?

Third point of view-

As Nick stepped outside to take the call, Hank whirled around in his chair to face Monroe and Maria.

"Have I missed something?" Hank knew all about the memory thing with Tatia. He knew she didn't remember Nick. But he felt as though he was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle here. He was Nick's friend and partner. So he deserved to know what was going on.

"No."

"Yes." Maria said at the same time as Monroe. Her father shot her a strong look. However, the younger woman disregarded it and continued to precede. "He should probably know dad." She reasoned with him.

"Know what?" Hank questioned, raising an eyebrow. Now he knew he was missing something in the "weird and freaky club".

"Tatia didn't only lose her memories." Maria began to the older human male. She saw Monroe shake his shaggy haired head out of the corner of her eyes. He looked as though he could really use a drink. "She began to have… Intense feelings for another man. Our Captain to be exact."

Hanks's eyes went wide and he felt himself choke on air. His Captain and his best friend's girl? Oh that was so many levels of wrong.

"But that was only because of the spell that Tatia was placed under." Monroe added, defending his half-Grimm friend. Someone had too. "And the, uh… Captain was kind of under it too." But that was another story for another day.

Hank was quiet for a few seconds as it sunk in. His face twisted a little as he tried to understand it, trying to wrap his mind around it. He couldn't though. "So I'm guessing you're not exactly happy about it?" He asked Maria, sensing that was the reason why Tatia was not a good subject to bring up right now. Maria nodded to him, arms crossed against her chest. "… Damn are lives are weird."

"I hear yah." Monroe agreed with the human man. He completely agreed with that one, hands down.

Tatia's point of view-

Tatia's phone rang loud, startling her and her body jolted again out of reaction. She was really losing it. Since when did things like that startle her? Since never.

She lifted up her head and saw it, blinking on the table. Could she do it? Cross the balance beam like walkway to the table, just to get her phone? She probably needed it anyway. She hadn't called into work, saying she would be out. But Sean- no Captain- she corrected herself- probably took care of that for her.

Breathing deeply, she got up, her hand on the rale of the staircase, only to feel a wave wash over her. Suddenly it was as if she was having a sense of déjà vu.

Her hazel eyes searched widely to find the source, but couldn't.

This had to be a good sign though. If she was having a déjà vu sense that meant her memories were going to return to her. That was the hope anyway.

Breathing out again she tiptoed across as her phone stopped ringing

As she tentatively picked up her phone, it suddenly began to ring again, and in her current state, Tatia fumbled, and dropped it into the abyss. Tatia let out frustrated cry. Could nothing go right in her life right now?

Nick's point of view-

When Tatia didn't answer, Nick was a bit worried, and admittedly a little hurt. But he played it off as her not wanting to talk to anyone right now. Which must include him. He could understand that though. She had a lot to figure out. So he didn't want to bother her anymore, which might further her complicated feelings even more so.

So he, Hank and Maria went back to prescient while Monroe was on the prowl. They were all looking at the surveillance videos when their Captain called Nick into his office.

With hands in his pockets, he stood straight and looked to Maria, who looked as though she were a loaded spring. The Grimm shook his head though, indicating he would be find as he entered his boss's office.

-Grimm-

"You still having feelings for Tatia?" Nick questioned with slight sass, as Sean closed the door. The younger man didn't make eye contact with him initially, and his hands were deep in his jacket pockets. He truly feared he might deck the older man before him.

Sean sighed internally, looking at the young detective face to face. "You want to go there first?"

"I do." Nick's words were like a tightly coiled spring. They had a pressure behind them, and they were constricting in his mouth, making his jaw lock. Did he truly want to know this? No he didn't. But he needed to know this.

"Truth is not as much." Which translated to no more than usual. This damn potion drudged up old feelings that never seem to go away, and it infuriated Reynard when he couldn't just burn them away. "I'm truly grateful for that." Sean said honestly, looking at Nick. "I think we both know why I felt the way I felt, so don't take it personally… We truly had all but forgotten our relationship. When she moved on with you, I was happy for her." Because Sean was no fool- he knew Nick could give her what she wanted. With him, there was too much danger, and he held things back from her. With Nick, there were no secrets or lies… Well until now.

Nick wanted to laugh at the older man. How could he not take this personally? His Captain, a man he looked up to, had been obsessed with his fiancée. Not to the mention the two had dated. Knowing that information, it made him feel sick, because he felt like he should have known. I mean he was, or had been, Tatia's fiancé, for heaven's sake. He knew deep down that she had probably been trying to spare his feelings, but he still felt angry and hurt.

"I'm trying not to." Nick said with gritted teeth.

Sean sensed the anger radiating from the Grimm. However, he didn't seem to be phased by it much. "You and I need to be able to work together if you're gonna stay on in this precinct." They all needed to be able to work together. Him, Nick, Tatia and Maria had to stay united.

"I have no intention of leaving." Like hell he was going to leave this prescient.

"Well good, because I don't want you too." Sean put his hands in his tailored suit jacket pockets. "There are far more important things going on here."

"What do you want from me?"

"Not from just you, but Tatia and Maria as well." Sean explained to him. Nick's demeanor became a bit tenser and protective as he mentioned the girls. "You, Tatia and Maria, you all hold value to a lot of people, myself included." Nick because he was Grimm, Tatia because she was purely unique, and Maria- a girl who could sense death. "I've protected you in situations you don't even know about. I protected her."

Nick rolled his grey colored eyes, not entirely believing him. But in truth, he didn't disbelieve him either. "You want a bouquet?" He asked sarcastically.

"You all need to understand your places." The Captain clarified, "If we can overcome our differences, we will make history."

"And if we can't?" Nick questioned, almost uneasily.

"Well," Sean began, trying to find the right words on his tongue "then history buries us all."

Maria's point of view-

I didn't want to intrude, really I didn't. But I was so mad at the Captain I woged a little. And when I heard Sean mention my name I knew I couldn't just let it be. I ignored Hanks protests and walked in as Sean asked, "How much have you told Hank?"

"Just about everything. We didn't have much choice with everything going on. It was getting too dangerous." I said as I walked in, closing the door behind me. "Sorry, I couldn't help but over hear." I told Nick.

"And he's on board with that?" The Captain asked, ignoring my subtle intrusion.

"He's working it out." Nick stated.

"Well what else can he do? You can't not know once you've found out." I said, still a little worried about Hank, it's big news to be processed in a short amount of time.

"Still, probably better that way." Sean said and I agreed reluctantly

"What about Adalind?" Nick asked, nearly spitting with anger.

"She wants the keys. For my brother." Wow.

"Why don't you give it to her?" Nick asked.

"Because I trust you, and certainly trust Tatia, more than I trust my family." Sean said.

"Don't take this the wrong way but that's really sad." I said, almost feeling pity for him. If you can't trust your family who can you trust?

Sean shrugged nonchalantly. "There's way too much at stake to let either one of them have it. And the families, they'll stop at nothing until they get their hands on those keys. And you. And you Maria if they knew you existed so, can you work with me on this?" He asked me. I had to admit I was surprised; I didn't think he'd actually ask for my help.

I let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry Captain I don't think I'm any good to you right now."

"Why not?" He asked and they both looked at me, confused. I'd never admitted to being weak in any way before.

I looked down, not being able to look at either of them as I lifted up my sleeve so they could see the tattoo (I might as well call it that, that's what the rest of the world is going to see it as). Sean's eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hand. Nick just looked confused.

"You got a tattoo?" Nick asked, his face scrunching up with confusion as I plopped down in the seat across from Sean's desk.

"No." I said, rubbing my temples, I could use a stiff drink right now. "Captain, could you-" I waved between him and Nick.

He nodded. "It started in the fifteenth century. The black plague was ravaging Europe and this was causing a lot of problems for the Todesfee because all the deaths were starting to affect them. They were becoming too powerful and they were starting to go mad."

"Why were they becoming so powerful?" Nick asked, growing concerned.

"Todesfee are messengers of death, they fed off death." Captain stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Anyway, the only ones who weren't going nuts were the happily married ones and considering Todesfee were married for political gain back then, you can imagine how few and far between those were. So there was an emergency council meeting and it was found that a powerful Wesen was able to help the Todesfee share their power but only "perfect matches" could share power."

"So I'm guessing whoever's tattooed on Maria's arm is her "perfect match"."

"Yes but-" Nick's phone rang.

"The real important part is-" His phone rang again. Crap

"I guess were done?" The Captain said reluctantly.

"For now, yeah." Nick said and motioned for me to follow him out the door.

Tatia's point of view-

It must be nearing the end of the day now. I could see the day dwindling away through the blinds of the windows. It was getting dark now, the Portland sky giving its overcast nightly glow. Had I really wasted the day away being a coward on the stairs? It made me angry. Almost angry enough to woge.

Getting up again, I leaned over to see the abyss again.

It reminded me so much of the eyes of a Hexenbiest. And speaking of Hexenbiest, when I got a hold of Adalind, I was going to behead her like the witch she was. I would make my Grimm ancestors proud for sure. And probably satisfy some of my own raging bloodlust.

As I continued to lean over, I jumped with surprise when I saw a blue-white spark. What the hell was that? I thought to myself as the blue-white sparks continued to move like electricity on a power line wire.

Up and down, until it suddenly stopped.

I decided then and there I wasn't going to be afraid anymore.

Breathing, I mentally prepared myself. "It's all in my head." I said quietly and began to take baby steps forward on the wooden floor. It was all in my head. I repeated mentally. "It's not real." I said as I took another step.

Suddenly the floor began to build itself, like a pathway or a bridge. Little by little I took steps forward until finally it built it self all the way.

There in front of me was my cell phone. It was on the dark wooden lacquered floor, not in some deep, dark, abyss. With a shaky breath I picked it up and walked over to the couch.

Feeling exhausted I laid down on the large couch and stared up at the ceiling.

This is the only the beginning. I thought to myself before falling into a restless sleep.

Maria's point of view-

When Nick, Hank and I got to the parking lot of the bar Dad got out of his car and into Nick's police car. "What makes you think anybody's gonna talk?" Nick asked

"Trust me, the codex has been broken. They'll be lining up to stop those idiots." Dad said confidently.

"Well, it's worth a shot."

"Let's go."

"Whoa! Whoa! Guys, wait. This is a Wesen bar. You got to woge your I.D at the door." Dad explained to the guys, "I can do this alone. I'll be out in ten minutes." He added.

"You mean we'll be out in ten minutes." I stated, I could tell he was going to protest "It's you and a bar full of mean drunks, I'm going with you." I said in a -that's the end of it- tone.

"What if you two get in trouble?"

"If I run into a problem I can't deal with; we'll be walking right out that door." Dad said looking at me with "you better do what I say" eyes.

We walked up to the guard at the door and dad woged to him. He nodded and then looked to me. I stepped up and woged to him and he smiled. "You can go in. Just let me know if you get into any trouble in their pretty lady." He said in what I'm sure he thought was a flattering smile but really just made me want to puke.

"Thanks." I said and moved my clearly disgruntled dad to the door. I wanted to tell that guy I wasn't interested but he could actually be helpful in case something bad happened.

We walked in, some loud braying music playing. Man this place reeked of booze and sadness. "Man, I love this place! Whew! Hey, can I get a hefeweizen? Such ambiance." Dad said with fake enthusiasm.

"Laying it on a little thick dad." I warned in his ear. Man this place was loud.

The bartender put dad's beer down and looked at me- "And for you miss?"

"Nothing thank you." I said politely, it was best to keep a clear head in a place like this.

We sat down and dad went straight to business. "Did you hear about that bank robbery today?" He asked the man sitting next to him. The big guy just got up and walked away. Can't say I blamed him. Dad wasn't being subtle at all.

"Got to be honest, the thing I like about this place, you come in by yourself, you sit down, and you strike up a conversation."

"Dad"

"Yeah?"

"I love you but please stop talking." I demanded and he rolled his eyes. "You're acting weird. Just…let me do the talking." I said and unzipped my leather jacket and took the ponytail out of my hair letting it down.

Unfortunately, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. I looked across the table and sent him a flirtatious smile.

He grinned and I wanted to puke again.

I sometimes hated being a Todesfee because my genetic makeup was literally making me want to puke because I was flirting. Once fate decides who your Meinherz is, it doesn't like you straying even if it is just pretend.

"Hi." I said with a little wave and a bat of my eyes.

"Hi." He said moving closer to where I sat. Wow, if ever there was a time I wished a man showered more.

"Did you hear about that robbery today?" I asked curiously, as if I was just some gossiper hoping to start a rumor.

"What about it?" He asked, no longer looking so interested.

"Scared me to death." I said, putting my hand over my heart to portray some damsel in distress who didn't really know who she was talking about.

"I heard about that, I was scared too." Dad don't get in the way! "Breaking the code? It's not good for any of us, right?" He said and then put his arm around my shoulder.

That guy went from interested, if not a little cautious, to mad and disgusted. Clearly he didn't like me "flirting" with him when my "boyfriend" (gross) was right there. "Piss off."

"Way to go dad." I said with sarcasm and annoyance. "If you hadn't interfered we might have something now." I rolled my eyes, throwing his arm off mine.

"He was looking at you as if he wanted to know what you looked like naked, not ok." Dad said protectively.

"That was kind of the point dad and it's not like I was really interested remember?" I said, tapping my inner arm where my tattoo was hidden.

"I know but still..."

"Look." I said with a subtle nod of my head. "That woman over there has been eying you since we got in, why don't you try flirting and see where you get." I suggested.

I wouldn't have let him do it under normal circumstances buy hey, if it got results. "Sure, let me show you how an old pro does it." He said confidently.

Barf.

He walked over to the blonde with me closely observing. "Buy you a drink?"

"Mm, twist my arm." She teased.

"That's cute." He said and I could see three people, including the guy I had flirted with, walk up to him. Our luck was just going to hell. "So, um, did you hear about that bank robbery today?"

Biker asshole clunked his beer bottle onto the table.

"I did."

"Pretty crazy, right?" Dad said, trying not to sound nervous. I approached the table slowly.

"I think what they did was pretty ballsy." Biker bitch (I should probably not think such vulgar names but my dad was in trouble) said.

"Are you kidding? They... they broke the code. That's not ballsy." Dad said, "That's cowardly." Oh shit.

"Hey, what did you say?" Biker asshole said as he woged in front of dad. "As I recall, you're the one who was cowardly."

"What do you say now, big mouth?" Biker bitch said.

"I'd get away from my father bitch, before you find yourself in an accident." I demanded loudly, so all three of them turned to look at me.

They started chuckling so I woged in front of them, they backed off instantly. "Actually I'm glad we found you guys." Dad said, trying to gain back control of the situation. "Because the cops have been all over me to tell them what I saw. Kept my mouth shut. I think that's worth something." He bragged.

"Like what?" Biker asshole said.

"Oh, I don't know. You know, a little piece of the action. I mean, not a big piece, just a commensurate piece." This wasn't going to end well.

"How about a little piece of this, huh?" He said and all three of them grabbed him and threw him at me!

It's on!

I jumped out of the way and grabbed one of the pitchers and threw it at the biker bitch who dogged it and ran at me. I was dogging punches while dad was trying to block those guys with a pool stick when- "Police! Break it up, now! Shut that music off!" Thank God! I thought as Hank pulled me and biker bitch apart while Uncle Nick threw Dad against a pew.

"Hey, get your hands off me!" Dad yelled, playing the part of pissed of passerby.

"What'd you say to me?" Huh, not bad acting.

"Hey, you're not going anywhere!" Hank said to the guy trying to leave.

"He started it. He grabbed my ass!" I was really starting to hate this bitch.

"I did not!"

"Hey, everybody shut up. Get out your I.D.s. Or not, and we can take you to jail." Nick demanded and we gave him our I.D.s. Once we did, Nick turned to me. "You said he grabbed you. Would you like to press charges?" Nick asked me.

"We can all go downtown and talk about it." Hank said and I could tell he secretly hoped they said yes.

"No need. Let it go." Biker asshole said.

"Any property damage?" Nick asked the bartender.

"None that I can see."

"Anybody want to press any charges against anybody for anything?" Nick asked and we all shook our heads "Well, then I suggest we all go home."

"Starting with you two." Hank said and started pulling dad and I forward.

We started heading towards the door when biker bitch said "Lucky for us a couple of handsome Detectives were cruising by." She said, wrapping herself around Nick

"Don't do it dude." I said, feeling bitchy. "She's like the town cresol, everyone's had a ride at least once." I said, making a circular motion with my finger and smirking. Even Tatia was better than her, and she would also kick her ass.

"What'd you say bitch?" She said, clearly ready to come at me again.

"Hey!" Nick said, his voice full with authority. "Go home." he demanded, looking at me in a way so I could tell it wasn't acting this time.

I huffed and walked out the door. Dad in tow. This wasn't just a bad mood from being in a bar brawl. I was seriously starting to feel moody and my muscles were starting to feel like they were forming giant knots. "What was that Maria?" Dad asked I could tell he was about to lecture me. That wasn't my usual behavior.

"Dad, I don't feel so hot." I answered, clutching at my arms and looking at him so he knew I was serious.

"Oh, we better get you to the spice shop." Dad said, becoming concerned as he took my arm and lead me to the car.

Dad called Uncle Nick, "I didn't think we should stick around. We're headed for the spice shop, but that was them." Dad said and hung up soon after.

This couldn't be happening. I shouldn't already be feeling like this; I took the potion. What's happening?

-Grimm-

When we got to the spice shop Rosalie patched up my hand from when I managed to hit the Wesen biker chick and got dad an ice pack for his neck. Dad was worried, I could tell.

"These are bad times; you know? People out of work, can't pay their mortgages. All it would take is a few more clowns with the same idea, and I can't even think what would happen." Dad moaned out, "Not to mention my daughter may be going off the deep end, no offence sweetie."

"Non-taken." I snorted, I felt like I was going off the deep end.

"Something happened?" Rosalie asked concerned.

"Did the potion you gave me come with side effects mom? Because I think it's starting to affect my moods. I'm becoming more short tempered, angry." I admitted to her, a bit shameful of it.

She paused, thinking things through and I could tell she got the answer when her eyes widened. "I forgot sometimes when…the Todesfee is powerful enough, sometimes they need a second potion. Don't worry, I can make it but it'll take some time." She assured me "You know you sound just like my brother." She told dad.

"And that's a good thing?" Rosalie's brother had…issues.

"Freddy made a lot of mistakes, but when it came to doing what's best for the Wesen community, he never wavered. He used to say, "above all, our job is to protect each other"." Rosalie said proudly.

"Sounds like he was pretty cool deep down." I said and she smiled.

We heard the bells chime and knew Nick and Hank were back. "Did you arrest them?" Dad asked before they could get a word in.

"Based on what?" Nick asked, clearly not in a very good mood either.

"They were the ones that robbed the bank, man. I recognized the tall one when he woged." Dad said.

"Can't present that to the D.A., but at least we know who they are." Hank said, trying to look on the bright side of things.

"Cole Pritchard and Krystal Fletcher. Both have records and they live together." Nick informed. Typical, biker bitch is getting laid and I'm taking potions to deal with my body feeling rejection. My life sucks.

"There was another guy. He was, like, stocky with a beard. I think he slipped out when you guys came on. I remember because the loser thought he could hit on my daughter." Dad said as if he had a bad taste in his mouth.

"That was the third guy?" Nick questioned.

"I think so." Dad said and I nodded.

"I saw them talking." I added.

"Yeah, I mean, he was with them." Dad said.

"So what do we do?" Rosalie asked.

"Not much we can do until we get evidence to tie them to the bank." Hank stated, not liking the rules either.

"We're gonna check out their address first thing in the morning." Nick assured us.

"Nick... You know, this is a pretty serious situation." Dad tried to come off gently, "If you can't get the hard evidence you need, you, and Tatia, might just have to put the badge aside and deal with this as Grimm's." Dad said reluctantly.

"There's a lot of attention on this." Nick stated, trying to reason with us. "We've got to try and take them down as cops first." He said and started heading towards the door with Hank in tow.

I could tell dad wanted to stop them but really, what else could he say. Either Nick would handle this as a cop or a Grimm. Honestly I kind of wondered if Nick was just taking the easy way out. "You didn't tell them about the council." Rosalie said.

"The Wesen council? No. God, no. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that." Dad said, a bit panicky at that though, and I couldn't help but agree. If the council got involved it meant the situation was dire. Let's hope it didn't come to that.

Third point of view-

The sound of the phone startled Tatia awake from a dream. Or was it a memory? She didn't know quite yet. She would soon find out though.

Stretching, she sat up and fumbled for her phone. Without her coffee, and plus the restless sleep, she doubted she sounded very friendly, or human. One might assume she was Blutbad with her groaning and growling.

"Hello." She muttered out tiredly.

"T- Tatia?"

Nick. If she wasn't awake before, she most certainly was now. Her hazel eyes snapped wide open and she jumped up at his voice. It was Nick. He was calling her.

"Nick." Tatia began to gnaw her, now chapped, lips as she headed into the kitchen. She had a feeling she wasn't going back to sleep now. So she might as well make some good coffee to wake her the hell up.

"Hi." Nick greeted, sounding relieved that she had answered. It was obvious he had been worried about her. "I, uh, don't mean to bug you. I just… Wanted to make sure everything was okay." To make sure nothing unexpected was going on. To make sure she had no unexpected visitors, or anything like that.

Tatia felt a vague recollection, just a feeling really, that he was concerned about her a lot. Had she been concerned about him, as much as he was about her? She must have been. Because she got the impression they were very much in love.

Silence ensued her for several moments as she brewed her coffee. Lights streamed into the kitchen from the half-open blinds. Finally, only after it was done, and she poured a cup for herself did she answer.

"It's better Nick." Tatia did feel better, but she didn't want to give him too much hope. It was still early and she had yet to remember anything else, except those vague images that haunted her last night. "Thank you for calling. I mean it."

Nick felt himself smile at her words, and his heart beat a bit more widely. He was sure Monroe could hear it from downstairs. She was glad he had called.

"Anytime." He grinned like a fool. "Will I see you at work today?" Nick questioned.

"Yeah." Tatia nodded, "I'll see you later today… Bye Nicki."

-Grimm-

Nicki.

Nick felt himself smile like a fool as she hung up. She had called him Nicki. This was a good sign. It had to be a good sign.

Rosalie said these things took time. That her memory would come back little by little. So he knew he shouldn't be getting ahead of himself by doing a happy dance just yet. But he knew that his was good.

-Grimm-

After her talk with Nick, coupled with two cups espresso coffee and a nice hot shower, Tatia would admit she was feeling good. She wasn't feeling great, but it would take time. Giving herself one last look in the mirror she grabbed her bag.

As she walked to the front door though, something happened.

She heard the sound of laughter. It was her laugh, and there was another, more masculine, laugh too. As she stayed frozen, something danced before her eyes. Faded images played out before her. It was like watching a movie for the first time.

Finally, after staring at them, for what felt like forever, she realized how these people were. It was her… And Nick.

Flashback- 2009

"Nick." Tatia pouted as he led her by the hand. She was currently in a bit of a blind state right now, having a blindfold over her eyes, curtsey of her loving boyfriend. "Why can't I take this thing off already?" She asked him.

"Because it's a surprise." Nick laughed out to her as lead her across a path. His grin was wide, stretching boyishly across his whole face. "Watch your step." He said, carefully helping his girlfriend up the hardwood porch steps

Once she reached the top, Tatia decided she could not be patient anymore. "Okay you can take it off now." She heard Nick say she could, and she did so with much relief.

In front of her though, was something she did not expect. A house.

The younger woman frowned, confused as she turned on her heels. "Nick?" Tatia questioned her boyfriend. "Why are we at a house?" Better yet whose house was? Were they trespassing? She hoped they weren't. Getting your own workforce set upon you would just be embarrassing.

Suddenly, Nick became nervous. You could tell because of his shift in posture, the way his hands ran through his black hair, and his breathing rate changed as well. "Nick?" She questioned him once more. Her tone more pressing.

"Because…" Nick trailed off, breathing shakily. "It's our house."

Silence. Dead Silence.

For a second, Nick thought he made terrible error in judgement. Had he read this all wrong? Because he got the impression they were pretty serious. He was beginning to overthink things, until Tatia threw her lithe body at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

"You bought a house." Tatia said, her face buried into his chest, a smile dancing across her lips. "You bought us a house- to live in. A house for us."

Relief swept through Nick like a tidal wave. "You really like it?" Nick asked, looking down at her so he could see her face better. It was clearly bright, and she was smiling. So he took these as all good signs of her being happy

"Like it? I love it." She corrected her boyfriend. "And I love you Nick." No one had ever done this for her before. Buying a house, it was as if Nick was saying he wanted this- he wanted them- to be long term.

Nick laughed with that boyish laughter and that grin on his face. Before suddenly he, quite literally, swept Tatia off her feet. "Nick." She laughed out to him. "Put me down." She told him, still smiling, feeling amused by all this. But Nick just ignored her as he fished out the key in his pocket.

Without ever even dropping her, Nick opened up the door and the two walked in. The two of them laughing like excited children. And perhaps they were.

"Welcome to our new home."

End flashback

Tatia found herself clutching the table close to the door, the other hand over her mouth. She tried to decipher what she was feeling, but as of right now she couldn't. It was a series of mixed emotions coming at her in rapid tidal waves. She didn't even have time to prepare herself for it. So there was no way she could fortify against it.

But she knew one thing. She just had her first memory of Nick, and she was sure there were more to come.

Maria's point of view-

Mom said I had to wait for her to make the potion and that I should make myself scarce until then. Which means I had to call in work sick. It also meant that whatever potion Rosalie gave me was effecting me more than I thought. I was tired, my nerves were shot, and I felt like any little thing might make me blow up. I wasn't happy and it showed when I walked downstairs.

"Hey sweetie." Dad said in a soothing tone. "How you feeling?"

"Pissy." I admitted, "Like any little thing might set me off."

"Well don't worry, Rosalie will be here with that potion soon. You just try to stay calm until then, ok."

"Ok." I said, taking a deep breath and sitting down.

"Hey!" Dad said to Nick as he walked downstairs.

"Morning." He said, smiling. At least one of us was having a good day. "What is that?" He asked, looking at our breakfast.

"Quinoa blueberry pancakes with a spinach, basil and walnut puree maple syrup." He said and Nick made a face somewhere between confusion and distaste. "I know. It sounds a little weird, but taste is a small price to pay for health. And I figured, you know, it's our first sort of breakfast as roommates, so why not pull out all the stops?" Dad said cheerfully. I never complained about the food, if it helps keep you fit why bother?

"Uh... I'm okay with just some coffee." Nick said, I was getting agitated. I took my glass of orange juice and took a sip.

"French press Honduran high Mountain roast, ready to go. But come on, a pancake isn't gonna kill you." Dad said, looking at my unhappy expression and growing unsettled.

"How can you be so sure?" I'm about to lose it.

The glass of juice was starting to crack in my hands. "My dad made you breakfast; can't you just say thank you instead of being an ass about it." I said angrily.

Dad laughed awkwardly, trying the glass of juice from my hands. "Well, we're still here."

"So Nick, what has you so perky this morning?" I asked, trying to cool myself down. I shrugged my dad away and drank more orange juice, knowing angry and hungry were a bad combination.

"Just stuff," He asked. Looking at me as though he didn't recognize me. "You know, we made a little headway in the case, it's a nice day, and I talked to Tatia-" He rambled, unaware that I just lost it.

"YOU WHAT?!"" The glass in my hand shattered.

"Uh, Nick, maybe you should-" Dad said, flustered.

"Why did you do that Nick huh?" I asked angrily, jumping up from my chair so fast it fell over. "Did you think you would just call her up and talk to her and everything would go back to the way it was before you found out she was a big fat cheater!" I spat at the end.

"Don't call her that." Nick demanded authoritivly and with his own building up anger.

He had no idea he was waving a red flag in front of a bull. "Why, because it's the truth?" I hissed.

"Guys, lets-"

"You don't know anything about it." Nick said, upset and confused. I was too mad to care. "What is wrong with you Maria, this isn't like you."

"What, you mean everything isn't great Nick? You think I'm not perfectly fine? Do you think maybe you finally pulled your head out of Tatia's ass long enough to realize there was other stuff going on!?" I said, feeling borderline hysterical.

"Maria-"

"I watched you Nick! I was the one watched you fall apart every day and every night." The memories of my hopelessness made it worse. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME? WHY NICK?!" I grabbed my breakfast and threw it against the wall, the plate shattered.

"Maria," My dad was clearly concerned, if I didn't feel like an erupting volcano I would have to. This is not me.

"Maria!" Rosalie ran into the house. She looked at me and her face went from concern to almost horrified. "Oh Maria." She ran forward and wrapped her arms around me. I would've considered it a motherly embrace except her arms were wrapped too tight, like she was trying to keep me from escaping.

"Let-" I wasn't able to finish because of the needle being jabbed into my neck. I gasped and threw her off me. I took the syringe out of my neck and looked at what must have been the potion I thought she would make me drink. "What did you do?" I demanded

"I'm sorry." she said not just to me but to dad and Nick. "There was no other way, the potion took time and the effects of the other one were turning her into a ticking time bomb."

I thought I would just get angrier but just as I was about to find more china to throw at her, I became overwhelmed with a different emotion, emotion. Not just blind rage but sorrow, despair and fear. I wanted to cry. "Wha', why did you do this to me? I don't want to feel like this." I said, covering my ears and shaking my head as if that would somehow block the overwhelming emotion I was feeling.

"You had to." Rosalee said sympathetically. "Sometimes when a Todesfee is as mentally strong as you the potion doesn't just suppress your urges it starts to suppress your emotions until eventually it all boils over at once. You can't just pretend you don't feel Maria, or you won't be able to handle your emotions at all." She said, talking to me like a mother concerned for her kid.

It was like a tidal wave, hitting me all at once. The sorrow I felt when Nick worried about Tatia. The sorrow I felt for losing that trust in Tatia, who was once my friend. The concern that I was useful anymore so my dad might kick me out of the house. The fear that I found my Meinherz and might never see her again. And an overwhelming grief at the realization that I couldn't handle everything on my own anymore. I was too use to having a support system, and I couldn't go back to being alone anymore.

I could feel the tears dripping down my face like a leaking faucet. "Mom…dad." I looked at them, not knowing what to say.

"Oh honey, it's ok." Rosalee said and opened her arms out to me. I broke down.

I was full on sobbing now as they both put their arms around me. Poor Nick was just standing in a corner, looking lost and confused, which made me cry harder.

Dad moved me so I was completely in Rosalie's embrace and motioned for Nick to follow him in the living room. I just hoped he would forgive me for this.

Third point of view-

Nick had a complicated morning.

It had started out all fine and well, Tatia calling him "Nicki" had made him smile. It made him get that warm feeling in his chest and his heart pound a little. All of these things were good… That was until Maria had lost her ever-loving mind.

Honestly he didn't get it. How could he? He could only understand a fraction of it, the loss of a loved one, in a manner of speaking.

Nick felt bad for Maria, the young woman was his friend after all. But right now he had his own personal issues to worry about. Like finding out who was going this and getting his affairs in order.

-Grimm-

Tatia was hunched over the ground outside the bank, examining the bodies and surrounding evidence. Wu stood by her, hovering over her like a curious child. He always seemed fascinated by the forensics while simultaneously doing his job.

She heard the footsteps of two males approached and looked up slightly. Her hazel eyes sparked surprise when she saw it was Nick and Hank.

"Déjà vu all over again." Wu claimed to the two arriving detectives as they ducked under the police tape. "Same MO, same everything." It was like watching a return of a movie or something. Except this time there was some deleted footage.

"Except this time the stakes were higher." Tatia added to claim as she stood up. "Hey Nick, Hank." She hoped that didn't come out as awkward as it sounded.

Hank greeted her, while Nick just nodded- something obviously was weighing on him. But now wasn't the time to ask about his feelings. Perhaps later? Would that truly be a good idea though? The stress of everyone's own situations were overpowering right now.

"Surveillance?" Hank asked, leaning down to one of the bodies.

Wu sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "From what I hear, you guys will be watching a rerun." That meant the people were in their Wesen forms. This wasn't good at all. Sooner or later if something wasn't done the council would play their hand. And that wasn't something Tatia particularly wanted- having always felt an awkward disposition with them, seeing as she was only half Wesen. Her and Nick would need to deal with this as Grimm's, not members of the police force. "Hey! Get that news van out of here!" Wu yelled, going forward, leaving Nick, Tatia and Hank alone at the crime scene outside.

Tatia looked to Nick, who shared a distressed look with his partner. "Hey Nick, can we talk?" She asked, knowing this wasn't ideal timing, but this had to happen. And it might as well be now.

"Sure." Nick sighed, following Tatia to a spot a few feet from the crime scene. He looked at her face, which shined a bit in the dull day of Portland. "How are you doing?" He asked her.

"Okay I guess." Tatia shrugged a little bit. Biting her lip, she tried to shift past the awkward tension that now permeated the air. She knew Nick could feel it too. "I'm just trying to… Working things out in my head, you know?" She told him.

Nick nodded a little, getting that. She had a lot to work with right now. Her own issues were taking over her personal life and then she had her work issues. Well their work issues. As he stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets, his grey eyes met her hazel ones. To him though her eyes seemed a bit more on the green side today.

"So I'm guessing you didn't pull me away from Hank to…" To play the "how are you doing" game with him. Nick watched her scrunch up a little bit, and brief memories flashed of her when she did that before with him. This always meant that she was going to say something he didn't like probably. Or that she didn't like something.

"You're right I didn't." Tatia said getting straight to her point. "I wanted to tell you that, I think we need to deal with this as Grimm's, not police force." Maybe it was because she had been a Grimm longer than Nick had been. And it was also probably due to the fact that Tatia grew up with Grimm's- having been taught a certain mentality.

But that wasn't Nick. Nick grew up normal, and he hadn't been a Grimm that long in the long running game. He tried to avoid dealing with things as Grimm. He wanted to play it by the cop's rules he swore to uphold as a detective. So his uncomfortable shift in demeanor was normal as he watched Tatia's gaze become harsh. She was all too ready to let her Grimm side out and deal with them it seemed.

Nick never really knew what to think about this side of her. He sometimes thought this was why she worked in forensics and not as a detective, being a detective meant living by a code. Being a Grimm, you lived by your own rules. There were times when he liked that about her. She knew things he didn't and had always been more assured, confident in her movements than he was. Right now he wasn't so sure.

The look in her eyes was determined, would she do this no matter what he thought?

The tension crackled in the air as she stared at him with dark hazel eyes. He knew her well enough to know the answer to that question. Yes- yes she would.

Maria's point of view-

After my little meltdown dad told me to go upstairs and try to sleep. I really tried and I even managed to get a few minutes but it was hard. I have people that I would die for. But I never imagined needing someone so that I could live. I didn't like it. This girl had been my Meinherz for five minutes and she's already making things difficult. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to think about it. Dad came to "wake me up." Rosalie needed us at the spice shop.

It was a good thing we got there when we did too, the place was packed and it didn't take a genius to figure out it wasn't because Rosalie was making a sale. We walked in just as things were getting crazy. "They did it again!" O God, this whole thing was going out of control.

"Oh, my. And did you hear about the copycats?"

"Dissolve this in water. It'll help relieve some of the stress. I'll be right with you." Rosalie said, clearly trying to keep her cool.

"And how much longer until they realize they're not wearing masks?" The next customer asked, terrified.

"What are we going to do?"

"We can't just do nothing. We need to protect our families." Another one added. Fear and panic reeked in the crowd.

"Everybody calm down. Just hold on. The Portland PD has got this under control." Dad said, trying to calm the growing riot. But it didn't seem to deter them at all from their rising panic.

"This is not a job for the police, we need the council."

"That's what Freddy would have done."

"Calm down. Everybody calm down. There is need to panic." Rosalee tried to soothe.

"We'll be chased from our homes."

"That's not going to happen." Rosalee promised.

"Freddy knew who to talk to." That must have stung a little.

"And so do I." Rosalee stated, silencing the crowd for all but a minute. Dad gave her one of his famous scrunched up looks, obviously he hadn't known that piece of information.

"Really?" My patience was starting to wear thin. I may be better but my temper was still short.

"Now, please, do not be afraid. Go home to your families, there's nothing you can do here." Rosalee insisted to the Wesen crowd, "You trusted my brother, you can trust me." She said, looking at me and ushering them out as soon as possible.

"If Rosalee says she can do it, I believe her."

"We have no choice."

"I wish Freddy was still here."

"And I wish men didn't bitch like little girls, we all have our problems." I said, making dad move them out of there faster.

Once they were all ushered out, I sighed in relief. Rosalee however turned sharply on her heels and looked at me and my dad.

"I need your help." This is going to be a long day.

Tatia's point of view-

Being the same room with the Captain and Nick wasn't totally awkward… No not at all. Especially since Nick wasn't pleased with me right now. How was I supposed to know that he didn't necessarily like to deal with things as a Grimm?

It didn't matter though. I would have to sort out my feelings later- right now we had an upcoming crisis on our hands.

I tried to avoid looking at either men, instead leaning forward and favoring to look at the small video screen instead. Hank was the only thing that kept this from becoming even more awkward. I didn't trust the three of in a room alone together. Not with all the tension radiating from us.

"So that happened this morning in the southeast, and we got this one a half-hour later." Sean said leaning on his desk. His arms bracing himself for support and I tried not to think about how close he was and inched away a little.

Nick leaned in too on the other side. The video showed robberies happening again- this wasn't good. "This is getting out of control fast." He claimed, his eyes dark and his face scrunched with pure concern. It must have mirrored my own.

"Tatia and Nick tell me you know what's going on." The Captain said, looking briefly over to Hank before his eyes flitted back to the screen.

The dark skinned man nodded, his face a bit perplexed. "Let's just say I've been initiated." Hank said. I sensed that bitterness twanged his tone a little bit.

"Welcome to the club."

Yes, welcome to the club of all the things that are weird and creep under your bed at night. Shaking my head, I tore my eyes away from the screen for a second. "We have to do something." I claimed to the men, standing up straight "Innocent Wesen lives are at risk here. If we don't do anything, a full scale riot will be on our hands."

I could see Nick shift for a moment and nod, agreeing with me. At least we agreed on that much- we needed to stop these assholes right now.

"Handle it." Sean said, sitting back down. His face full of concern, partially because his own life was at risk. We were both invested in this more so than Nick was because we were Wesen ourselves. It was our necks on the chopping block right now.

The three of us nodded and moved to leave, as I almost made it to the door the Captain told me to stay. I should have known this was going to happen. I saw Nick's eyes flash and Hank gave an uneasy look. "I'll catch up." I told them before closing the door behind me.

I spun on my heels to look at Sean. He was still sitting down, but got up after a beat and leaned back on the front of his desk. His arms crossed in front of him. "You seem better." Sean noted to me. His tone was ever so casual, but I didn't mind. I needed this to be kept casual and easy.

"I am in a way."

"Good." He nodded and opened his mouth again. "I noticed there was some tension between you and Nick. Am I going to have a problem?" Of course he noticed the tension between Nick and I. He always noticed things like that, which irritated the shit out of me. But it wasn't all bad, I knew that one from personal experience. One I never hoped to relive.

I sighed, leaning on the wall. I still didn't trust myself to get close to him, even if we were at work, where we had to be professional. "Se- Captain- I don't think you should ask me that." Yes, personal. Personal as in how we should handle this Wesen problem. I may have been more compliant to talk about my issues before, but now was a whole new ballgame. I was getting my memories and feelings back. "I don't think you need to know details of my personal life with Nick. Not anymore"

"Tatia." Sean sighed out to me. The way he said it made me believe he was concerned with me.

I shook my head though, my long brunette hair flying with me as I did. "Look, I need to focus on getting better, and getting my relationship with Nick back on track." I claimed, looking at him dead in the eye. My hazel ones met him "And I can't do that if I'm having someone else look over my shoulder… Sean, I care about you a lot, but I love Nick. I have to repair the damage I've done to him." I said and opened the door, "And maybe you should work on it too, repairing the damage you've done."

Sean looked as though he wanted to say something, but thought better of it. Instead he nodded, almost as if it was a confirmation of understanding before I closed the door.

Shit. I thought to myself as I ran my hand through my hair. Why was my life to complicated?

Maria's point of view-

Rosalie had dad grab a large chest from the basement and we walked into the back of the spice shop while she explained. "I was really young the last time this happened. I remember, my parents, my aunts and uncles were panicked, just like now. They wouldn't let me or Freddy go outside. Not even near a window. The only one who wasn't panicked was my dad. I don't know what happened, but after about a week, my dad walked into the shop and said it was over." She said, kneeling down to open the chest

"That's it? He just... Said it was over?" Dad said, clearly confused. I was too.

"That seems horribly convenient." I admitted, not sure how else to put it.

"Next day, everything just went back to normal." She said as the chest squeaked open. "I never knew exactly what happened. When Freddy turned 18, my dad told him something. I tried to get Freddy to tell me, but he never would. Until my dad died, then he finally told me. He said that our father had an uneasy alliance with the council. They did things that he didn't agree with, but he did what he had to do. And Freddy took over for my dad, and I was supposed to take over for him if anything ever happened, because he never had any kids. I just...I didn't think it ever would." She said. I'll admit I was expecting something...cryptic, just not a cell phone. "This is it. Freddy told me that our dad served on the council at one point. Before we were born, I think. This letter is from Freddy's contact... De groot." Wow, what a name.

"How do we know they even still deal with this kind of thing?" Dad questioned, a bit uneasy.

"How do we know that their cell phone number is still the same?" People do change numbers. Even if they are some weird and strange council.

"We don't, but I have to call." Rosalie said, trying not to sound nervous.

"You want me to do it?" Dad offered kindly.

"No." She said in a firm tone, shaking her head at us. "They knew my father, they knew Freddy. They'll know me. It's my responsibility now." She added, her voice growing stronger, I couldn't help but be a little proud.

Dad and I leaned in closer to mom so we could hear the phone ring. Someone sleepily answered the phone. "Hallo. Wie is dit?

"Hallo. Spreekt u engels?" Rosalie asked.

"Yes. Who is this?" The man on the other questioned in English now.

"My name is Rosalie Calvert. I'm the daughter of George Calvert and the sister of Frederick Calvert. I'm reporting a violation of the gesetzbuch ehrenkodex." She said steadily.

"Wait a minute." There was no going back.

Tatia's point of view-

Finding out who the scumbags were wasn't very hard. The hard part was going to be how we dealt with this. I was still all in favor in dealing with this as a Grimm. I was ready to deal with this like we should be. But Nick was still being wishy washy about it.

I had the feeling that this was an issue for us. That how to deal with things came up a lot in our relationship. I could imagine it being the source of frustration for us. And I wondered briefly, and very darkly, how it hadn't drove us a part.

-Grimm-

When we found the body of Gus Campbell I finally had enough.

Those two f*** Blutbaden were escalating in their violence game. This time they ripped out their partners own throat… With their teeth. At this point I could care less about Nick's feelings on being a Grimm. This wasn't about one's feelings anymore; this was about doing your duty. And being a Grimm meant taking down Wesen like this.

As I looked to Nick, my eyes darkened and I saw his own darkening. "Call it in." Nick ordered Wu as I got up. I wasn't going to stay here, right now I was calling in my break. "We're going to the old Cuthridge factory on frontage road."

"Copy that." Wu nodded and radioed it in. "This is Wu, I got 12-49." He said as we were rushing to get out of the small apartment.

Nick grabbed arm and looked at me. "Tatia." His tone warning. His grip on my arm loosened up and I pulled it away gently. "We need to deal with this as cops."

"Nick I get it, you're still learning." I told him as gently as I could. I also knew I needed to be firm though, making my stance clear on the apparent issue. "But trust me when I say this, this isn't a time to play cop. We need to deal with this as Grimm's, and that is what I will deal with this as." My stone a bit steely. "Now if you're with me then fine, and if you're against me that's fine too. But Nick? Please don't get in my way."

Harsh? Yes, it was. But I needed to make him understand that Grimm's didn't tolerate threats like this.

-Grimm-

When I got the old abandoned factory with Nick and Hank, we all preceded with caution, sticking mostly to the shadows. Nick had yet to look me in the eyes since I told him to stay out of my way at the apartment. I knew he was hurt. I wasn't blind, and I knew that wasn't the best way to make up with Nick. But I was only doing what I had to do to keep Wesen and people safe.

The darkening of the sky caused a nice cast over the buildings. My eyes adjusted just fine though in the darkness that was going to surround us.

I knew it was hard for them to bring me along. For Hank it was because I was technically forensics even though he knew everything now, I always had to convince him even before he knew. For Nick it was because he really didn't want me doing things my way. Some things are just inevitable I guess, when it comes to dealing with things.

We heard more noise, I could tell it was them so we turned off our flashlights. It suddenly got quiet. It was one of those moments when they were there and both parties knew it, so you couldn't tell who the hunter was and who was the prey. But I knew when the gun shots started ringing and we started ducking. Then it was just a matter of me getting me shot in and it would all end. Technically, we would have handled it as cops so Nick couldn't complain.

But then one of the marksman stopped. I could hear one of them trying to shot but there was something wrong with the gun. "Damn it! Cole!" I could hear her voice as she motioned for the man, they were running.

Hank chased after the girl while I went after that Cole guy, Nick right behind me, on my trail.

He jumped Nick when we managed to circle around after him. I pulled him away and punched him. The one thing I loved about bad guys, they weren't afraid to hit back just because I was a woman. That just made me more determined to knock them down a peg or two. So I really enjoyed the look on his face when I grabbed the arm he was going to hit me with and punched him in the stomach.

Nick grabbed him back and knocked him to the ground, I think the guy really thought he'd win until he saw that we were Grimm's. "Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!" The male Blutbad screamed at us. "Take it easy. I didn't know you were Grimm's." I hated how smug he looked despite being caught. "You can't kill me, your cops. You gotta arrest me, it's the law."

To hell with it. "Grimm's have their own laws." I pulled out a gun and watched as the smug look he wore disappeared from his face. It was replaced by that frightened doe-like look, the one most Wesen got when they saw us.

"Tatia don't." I turned half way to Nick, my look of anger turning to shock as I saw his gun pointed at me! What the mother fricken hell was wrong with him? Had it been like this when we were together? Fighting over how to deal with rogue Wesen? "He's right, we work for the law, and we've got to turn him in."

"When are you going to realize we're not just badges?" I yelled, not in the mood for this argument. Nick had to understand that we were not just people who worked for the police department. We were the enforcers of the Wesen order. And our very name meant death.

"When are you going to realize you're not just a Grimm?" He demanded, hitting below the belt. I faltered for a second but stayed strong. "You're a Wesen and first and foremost a person!"

Hank walked up to us, the girl trapped with him in handcuffs. "We can't stop you from killing them but if you do this we won't protect you. You won't be a badge anymore, you'll be a vigilante with a gun and you'll be the one in jail." He said, not looking me eye. I could tell he wasn't messing around either. They would throw me in jail- all because I was trying to do what Nick and I were meant to do.

This was a betrayal and it felt like a slap in the face. "Fine" I growled, stepping back so Nick could cuff them, placing my gun into my holster. "But whatever happens next is on you two." I could hear the couple yelling about how we had no proof. They were clearly idiots, even if we couldn't get them for bank robbery there was still murder and shooting at the police. Not that I cared at the moment.

I know Nick really wanted to work it out, but at the moment I wasn't sure if I was ready to.

Maria's point of view-

I walked in while Captain Reynard was being interviewed, what a shmuck. "What can you tell us about the masked bank robbers?"

"The arrests have been made, and the fugitives are being brought into the precinct now. We will have to wait for confirmation of identities." I can only imagine how that would go.

"Captain Reynard, do you... They're coming in.!" Sure enough, there was Nick and Hank with the robbers, Tatia in tow. Hey weren't there three of them?

Tatia wasn't looking very happy and I bet I knew why. Tatia was a Grimm first and badge second, while Nick was the other way around. It had been one of the few things they fought about. I could only imagine how a confrontation with these boasting idiots would go. "We're just the beginning of what's coming." Biker asshole said. O boy.

"You tell them, babe." What a skank.

"You'll never be able to stop it now. Nobody will. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"Uhhuh. We'll be out before the end of the night."

"Yeah, we will."

Wow, and dad and Rosalie said I was dealing with anger issues. Tatia's head looked like it was about to blow up. I would have been angry too, if I didn't know what I did. I Knew Uncle Nick could handle this, Tatia just couldn't remember that. Tatia didn't remember what it was to be a person, that it was Nick who made her one.

They were getting ready to turn into the office when a man with a trench coat marched past me, shoving me out of the way as he did so. Then all hell broke loose. "Gun! Everyone fell to the ground, myself included and then all I heard was gun shots and screaming. "Aah!"

"Get him!" But as I looked over I could see that it was too late. Those bank robbers were dead.

-Grimm-

I could tell Nick was disappointed with how things turned out, death was not justice in Nick's eyes. But hopefully the apology I owed him would help him feel better. "I'm sorry Nick." I put my hand on his shoulder as he sat there staring into space, getting the will power to finish his paperwork.

"There was nothing we could do." He shrugged, trying to sound indifferent to the whole thing.

"Maybe but I meant about this morning." That got his attention. "I was so wrapped up in what I lost that it didn't occur to me that I might lose someone else."

"Maria-"

"I haven't forgiven Tatia yet Nick, that's going to take a while, if ever. When someone hurts someone you care about, it's worse than when they hurt you. But I had no right to belittle you about wanting to be back with her. I might not like nor understand your choice but you're my uncle, so I need to try harder to respect it." I said honestly

"Thank you Maria." His expression softened and he smiled softly. I knew I did the right thing.

"You're welcome but Nick?"

"Yeah."

"I need your help."

Tatia's point of view-

I laid in bed wide awake. My mind in a stage of racing thoughts that could not calm down. I knew what happened at the prescient wasn't some random occurrence. I wasn't an idiot- I knew that the Wesen council had those two people shot.

My mother told me about them. And once when I had visited her, something bad had happened, but almost immediately she told me not to worry about it. The council had taken care of it. Those were people you did not want to screw with- not at all. I wouldn't go around pointing fingers at anyone, but I had a strong feeling that it had been Rosalee, or another Wesen, who called them. It had been the right thing to do.

They could have exposed us all.

I tried to warn Nick about this. Maybe I should have done more, but this wasn't on me anymore. I just needed to wash my hands of this situation. I had bigger things to worry about. I had to worry about myself, and how I was going to deal with Nick.

Sighing I rolled over in my seemingly cold bed. I hated it.

I realized now as I remembered more things, the lonelier I became. I was in that awkward state right now- I couldn't remember everything, and what I could remember wasn't always clear. And it often left a feeling in my heart and stomach that made me feel sad and sick at the same time.

It also made me question things.

Who was I with Nick? Who was Nick with me? How did we deal with the apparent differences we had? How did we deal with rogue Wesen? Did we ever talk about having a family?

Shit did Nick even want kids? Because he seemed like the type of guy who wanted a family. I knew I wanted kids, but only if I found someone right for me. Nick seemed to be that man. I had a feeling I loved him more so than I did Sean. Hell Nick and I were going to get married.

That thought made me very cold inside. I wasn't sure we were getting married anymore, and deep down that made me very sad. And angry; Nick wouldn't approve, but it was the murderous and deep bone kind of anger.

A Grimm's anger.

I felt it wanting to consume me. I had been prepared to do what was ever necessary to those Blutbaden. Was Nick right though? Was I more than just a Grimm? I knew I was part Wesen, I was frequently reminded about how I was a freak- an outsider.

But that person Nick spoke of me being? I felt like she was just a shadow. I was losing her day by day and becoming more and more Grimm.

Did Nick do that for me? Was he the one that kept this side of me from taking over? From flying too far off the deep end? I think he was. But it didn't really matter now, because even when I did get all my memories back there was no guarantee he would even accept me again. Or maybe it was that I wouldn't let him- maybe that was punishment for some odd ass, karma-kicking reason. Maybe it would be better if I just let Nick move on.

As I turned restlessly in bed again my phone began to ring.

Frowning my arm outstretched to grab it and my finger slid across the talk button. "Hello?" I asked in mumbling tone. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to people. "Hello? Who is this?" I repeated once more. Silence echoed the phone until a strange static voice was on the other line. I couldn't really make out the words and frowned as I pulled my phone away.

The screen was black.

Had I imagined it? Or maybe this was another memory trying to come through? Suddenly my phone began to spark. Just like the floor had done only a short time ago.

And that was when I knew. I knew it was it was going to be a long night.