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Moment 3.

Nick was fast losing any respect he had for his captain. That being said, the revelation that he was the Royal in Portland was just something else to add to the list of reasons why is day had monumentally sucked.

'Yeah, well, if anyone is going to kill him,' Adalind informed him, using her fingers to tug a corn chip free of the mountain of guacamole, sour cream and four different kinds of cheese, 'it's going to be me. He slept with my mother.'

And he kind of wanted to hit Renard now. Being reprimanded for striking his captain could only improve his day. Because, in all seriousness, nachos and beer in a booth at the back of a bar with Adalind was the easiest thing to deal with given how his day had been going.

It had started with Juliette. Juliette who had woken him at 4am with the power of her stare. There was something horribly uncomfortable about waking up to the feeling that someone was watching you and when he'd opened his eyes to find Juliette staring down at him with a fierce (if not angry) expression he didn't think anyone would blame him for the way he leapt away from her, almost falling out of bed.

'I did warn you it could happen,' Adalind pointed out.

And she had warned him. When she'd used some of her mother's blood and hair to create an antidote to the spell Catherine had put on Juliette, Adalind had warned him that counteracting the spell in such a way would undo everything Catherine had intended. She'd been very specific about how the memory loss that was part of the original spell wouldn't hold.

That had seemed like good news at the time, and the fact that Juliette had woken from her coma and recognised him seemed to support Adalind's theory, but he'd been perfectly willing to hope the memory loss surrounding the hours before she'd been hospitalised would hold.

The staring unblinkingly at him at 4am was a very clear message that all of that had come roaring back while Juliette had been sleeping.

'I did offer to make sure it stuck.' The smirk Adalind gave him over the top of her beer said she knew exactly how much he was regretting not listening to her two weeks ago.

But he hadn't wanted her involvement known, it was bad enough that his mother was aware Adalind existed, he really didn't need Monroe or Rosalee knowing that Nick and gone to Adalind for the antidote and that Juliette hadn't just woken as Hank did when Catherine lost her powers.

Which was why, when Adalind had called him and ordered him to meet her, he hadn't put up much of a fight.

Nachos and beer with a hexenbiest? Way better than having the same argument with Juliette for the fifth time about wesen and what it meant to be a grimm and why he had been lying to her for months.

Or having the same damn conversation with Hank. Because one of the people in his life learning about wesen wasn't enough, two of them had to hit him with it in the span of two days and Nick wasn't the only one tired of the questions and scrutiny. It was why he hadn't gone and hidden out at Monroe's; his best friend had earned a nice quiet date night with Rosalee.

As if sensing his thoughts, his phone rang. He declined the call, sending Juliette straight to voicemail. He didn't even care that she would know he'd done it, he wasn't in the mood to listen to her blaming him for things that were out of his control. He'd been honest with her as soon as he'd known she was in immediate danger, that had to count for something. She hadn't exactly taken the revelation about wesen and his being a grimm well when he'd first told her, panicked as he was by her cat scratch and the possibilities surrounding Catherine's revenge, he'd been a little frantic and probably hadn't been making much sense.

Mind you, having the conversation at 4am, making a trip out to the trailer and then a terribly early call on Monroe and Rosalee hadn't exactly been a walk in the park.

And yet, his morning had still been better than Adalind's.

'Manhandled into the back of a car!' she'd snapped at him when she'd called and demanded he take her out for a drink. 'I was basically kidnapped!'

There'd been a wholly unfunded moment of fear until he'd realised that he had no reason to be afraid because it was Adalind (who he didn't particularly care about) and who was a pretty powerful hexenbiest (had she become more powerful since regaining her power?) so her getting shoved into the back of a car wasn't really his problem.

He'd mostly believed that, and it hadn't really taken more than a heartbeat (or five) for the fear to be replaced by annoyance because she'd called him and didn't she have any friends?

'Oh, and I didn't even tell you the best part,' she said, bringing his mind sharply back to the bar and the surprisingly delicious nachos. 'I got fired.'

'What?' Nick frowned at her. 'What did you do?'

She looked momentarily offended that he'd assumed she'd done something wrong, but he just raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for an explanation.

'Someone from the firm saw me getting shoved into the car and recognised one of Viktor's men.'

'So?' Nick didn't understand how that could result in her getting fired instead of the police being called.

'Well apparently none of the partners want to be associated with someone who pissed off the royal family.'

That sounded like bullshit to Nick, like they'd been looking for any excuse to get rid of her, although he had no idea why they'd have been looking for an excuse. As far as he could tell, Adalind was good at her job, loved her job even.

'Can't you fight it?'

'Oh, I did,' she informed him ruefully. 'They agreed not to fire me if I resigned.' She raised her glass in a sarcastic gesture. 'Looks better on my resume.'

That hardly seemed like a win to Nick.

'Well, now I'm unemployed, I've pissed off all of the royals for refusing to work for them and the only person I can stand to be around is you.'

Nick grimaced. 'At least you could refuse,' he pointed out. 'I actually do work for one.'

'Sucks to be you.'

Nick rolled his eyes. 'What are you going to do?'

'I am going to get very drunk. Nick,' she looked at him and the only thing he could see in her expression then was a fierce determination to ruin everyone and everything that had tried to bring her down. 'get me drunk.'

In response, all Nick did was flag down the waitress for more beer.