Disclaimer: Grimm is owned by NBC. I'm just borrowing the characters for a while.

Thanks to all who have read and reviewed. I love this fandom.

A/N: The flashbacks set to when Katie and Monroe met are set during the series somewhere between the episode where Monroe shoots the Ogre and when he gets beaten up by the Reapers. I made up the time frames. I assume that not all of Nick's cases involve a Wesen character. So more time passes between episodes than the show leads us to believe.

"So, just what is Nick doing out there?" Monroe asked.

"Probably raiding my refrigerator," Katie said with a shrug.

"I thought he only did that at my house," Monroe replied.

"No, he does that everywhere. I'll never understand how he can eat so much," Katie said, pulling away, feeling calmer. She didn't know how he did it, but being around Monroe always made her feel safer.

Monroe put his shirt on and sat down on the end of the bed while Katie took a shower. He wasn't really sure how Katie thought she was going to keep their secret with both he and Nick stuck at the house for next few hours. He knew Nick wasn't leaving and he sure wasn't leaving her alone anytime soon. What he had told her was true. No one would hurt her, not as long as he was around. Human or not, she was his mate. He knew that now. Truth be told, he'd known it from the first time he saw her. It had just taken him a while to come to peace with that.

One Year Earlier

Katie's eyes popped open a minute before her alarm clock went off. She quickly jumped up and turned it off. She looked at her husband sleeping peacefully in the bed. She sighed with relief. He hated to be woken by the alarm.

She went into the kitchen and started making breakfast. She just wanted this morning over with. Tommy was flying out to Chicago for business and would be gone for a week. Traveling always made him nervous and he wasn't easy to be around when he was nervous.

She took the bacon out of the refrigerator. She looked at it for a second, then threw it down on the counter and ran to the bathroom. Lately, everything made her sick. She had thought it would have stopped by now. She was four months along, after all. Tommy had been so happy when she'd told him and for a while, things had stopped.

She brushed her teeth and washed her hands and face and rubbed her slightly swollen belly. If she could just get things right for the next few months, everything would be okay.

As she was finishing up breakfast, Tommy came downstairs with the suitcase she'd packed the night before. He walked over to her and put his arms around her waist.

"Is the little guy giving you any trouble?" he asked.

"Not much," she replied with a smile. Maybe things weren't going to be bad today.

He kissed her cheek, fixed himself a cup of coffee, and then went and sat at table while she fixed him a plate.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked.

She smiled, "Maybe when your son calms down a bit."

Tommy caught her wrist and squeezed it. "Its my last morning here for a week. I'd think the least you could do is sit down and eat with me before I leave."

She sat down and nibbled at a piece of toast while he rambled on about his trip. All through the meal, his phone was buzzing. He'd pick up and look at, then set it back down quickly. He brushed off her concerns about it.

While he was in the shower, his phone started ringing. Normally, she never picked it up, but it just wouldn't stop.

She looked at the display screen. Charlie. Well, the picture on the screen certainly didn't look like a Charlie. She put the phone down, unanswered.

When her home phone rang, she picked it up, expecting to hear Nick's cheerful voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

No was there.

"Weird," she thought as she hung up.

Tommy's phone buzzed with a message. Katie knew she should leave it alone. She knew whatever was on there was the end of her good morning, but she couldn't help herself.

She picked up the phone and opened the message.

"Can't wait to see you. Have you left yet?" It said, followed by another picture of 'Charlie' in some slinky lingerie.

She put the phone down. So that's where they were at again.

"Katie? Have you seen my extra phone charger?" Tommy called from upstairs.

Katie didn't answer, just stared at the offending phone.

"KATIE! Where's my charger?" he yelled this time.

Katie lost her cool. She was tired of everything. She snatched the phone up and went upstairs. At the bedroom door, she asked, "Why don't you yell at Charlie to find your damn charger?"

"What?" he asked, confused.

Katie held up the phone. "Why. Don't. You. Ask. Charlie?" She held the phone up.

His face changed from confusion to anger for just a second, then back to feigned confusion. "I don't know a Charlie. What are you doing with my phone?" He reached for it, but she pulled it out of his reach.

"Really? Because she wants to know if you've left yet," Katie said. She knew she was pushing too far but she couldn't stop herself.

"The only Charlie I know is a business contact," he said. "She may be at the meeting. She works for the company we're trying to buy."

"Do all your business contacts send you pictures of themselves in skanky underwear?"

"What?" He snatched at the phone.

It rang again. Katie looked at it. "Well, its Charlie. What a surprise."

This time Tommy lunged at her to get the phone, but Katie was quicker, moving into the hall and answering the phone. "Hello?"

There was silence. "Hello, Charlie?"

"Is Tom there?" came a shaky reply.

Katie held the phone out to him. "She wants to talk to you."

He shrugged. "Hang up the damn phone."

"So, you don't want to talk to her? What a pity." She put the phone back to her ear. "He won't talk to you because he's too chickenshit to admit that you're not just a work contact." At that she threw the phone at Tommy. "Oh, and tell her don't ever call my house again."

Tommy scrambled to get the phone. "Charlotte? Are you there? Charlotte?" He put the phone down and looked at Katie murderously.

In a second, he'd crossed the small space between them. He grabbed her, his fingers digging into her shoulders painfully. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded. "Why do you make me do this? Why do you have to start some shit this morning? Do you really think your little scene is going to change things? I'll teach you not to mess with my things."

Katie struggled to get away.

The first blow landed on her left temple and she saw stars behind her eyes. The next one landed on her right cheek, knocking her to floor. Her head was throbbing and her lip was split. She managed to get to her feet and ran for the stairs. If she could get outside, he wouldn't follow. He was way too concerned about appearances for that. At the top of the stairs, he caught her by the hair and jerked her back.

"I think you like this," he snapped, shaking her. "I think you like all the drama. You like everyone paying attention to poor little Katie."

She jerk away from him. "Stop, please, Tommy. The baby..," she stepped back.

He pushed her away.

Katie lost her balance, tripping over the carpet at the stairs. She hit the wooden stairs hard, falling, rolling to the bottom. She tried to stop her self with one hand while she wrapped the other arm around her stomach protectively. At the bottom, she tried to get up again, but couldn't. One leg was turned at a strangle angle and she couldn't put any weight on her wrist without pain. All she could was lay there and wait. He would kill her this time for sure.

Tommy stomped down the stairs and stepped over her without concern. He went into the kitchen and took her phone off the charger. He slammed it against the counter, shattering it. Then he took the home phone off the hook. He came back to the foyer. "Now, let's see your stupid cop brother come rescue you."

He picked up his suitcase.

Katie knew if he left, she'd really be in trouble. "Tommy, please. I'm sorry. Please. The baby. Please help me."

Tommy looked at her with a sneer. "If you'd cared about that baby, you wouldn't have made me do this." He stood up and before she could brace herself, he kicked her in the stomach and left, slamming the door behind him.

Nick was on his way to Clackamas to interview a potential witness to his latest case when his phone rang.

"Burkhardt."

"Hello, is this Nick Burkhardt?" a strange voice asked.

"It is," he replied cautiously.

"Detective Burkhardt, this is Susan St. Charles, I teach with your sister, Katie, and well, I thought you should know she didn't show up for work today, and she didn't call in."

Nick's heart began to pound. He had always known he'd get a call like this. "Is it possible she just decided to skip today? Maybe she called in earlier?" He asked, hopefully.

"Not really. I mean, this wasn't really a day she could miss. I've got to go, I just thought you may want to check on her."

"Thank you."

"No problem, I just hope she's okay." Susan hung up.

Nick immediately called Katie's cell. No answer. Then he tried her house only to get a busy signal.

He hung up the phone. "Hank, I gotta head back," he told his partner.

"What? Why?" Hank asked.

"Katie didn't show up for work and no one can get in touch with her. I got to go check on her."

"Did you call her husband?" Hank asked.

Nick shot him an incredulous look.

"Right," Hank said, remembering Nick's theory about his sister's frequent bumps and bruises. "Well, can't Juliette go?" He really wasn't looking forward to going all the way back home and then back to Clackamas when it turned out to be nothing more than Katie taking a personal day.

"She's in Salem with her mom," Nick replied. He tried calling Katie again with the same results as before. He punched the dash out of frustration. He didn't know what to do. If he turned around and it was nothing, he'd be in trouble at work. If he didn't go and it was something, he'd never forgive himself. Then it dawned on him.

He quickly dialed the numbers on the phone. "Monroe?" he said, before the other man could even talk.

"Hello, Nick," Monroe replied. "I was in middle of a very delicate clock repair."

"Sorry. Listen, I need a favor," Nick said.

"What?"

"I need you to go to 113 Franklin Street and check on my sister," Nick rushed on, mistaking Monroe's annoyance for agreement.

"Dude, you have a sister?" Monroe asked.

"Yeah, and I think she might be in trouble. I'm an hour outside of town. Can you please go look in on her?"

Monroe started to Nick where to go. He was still sore over the whole Ogre shooting thing and was getting a but tired of Nick always needing him, but doing the whole 'we're not friends' thing when others were around, but something in the younger man's voice stopped him. Nick sounded wigged out. Something he'd never seen the younger man be and they had been in plenty of situations that called for it.

"Okay," Monroe agreed, reluctantly. "I needed a break anyway. What kind of trouble are you talking about?" He was getting his keys as Nick was talking.

"Oh," Nick said, just as they were hanging up. "She can see you."

"Well, I would hope so," Monroe replied, taking the statement at face value. Then the meaning of what Nick was trying to say hit him. "Wait, you mean..she can see Wesens? And she's not a Grimm? Of course not," he answered himself. "There's only one in every family. Fascinating."

Five minutes later, Monroe had found 113 Franklin street. As he walked up to the front door, he thought it odd that in three months, Nick had not mentioned that he had a sister, or that she lived in Monroe's neighborhood, approximately.

As he knocked on the door, he smelled blood, and lots of it. Fresh blood. The wolf in him fought to come out, but managed to keep himself under control.

"Mrs. Jones," he said, banging on the door louder. "I'm a friend of your brothers. He wanted me to come by and check on you." He looked through the small window in the door and didn't see anything. He turned to leave. Nick was probably over-reacting. But the smell of blood was bothering him. He knew he couldn't leave till he'd at least seen that Katie wasn't home. He walked all around the house and managed to find a door that was unlocked.

"What kind of idiot leaves their door unlocked?" He asked himself.

He let himself in, announcing very loudly who he was. He remembered Nick's warning about Katie and if she was somewhere hurt, having Blutbadden walk up on her unannounced would be a very bad shocked.

Katie heard the man pounding on the door. She'd tried to answer, but couldn't call out loud enough. When she heard him in the house, she cried out. "I'm in the front."

Monroe was not prepared for the sight that he found. There was blood all over the floor and the poor broken girl in the middle of it.

The beast in him roared to life. He turned to go, knowing that he couldn't control himself around so much fresh, red blood. Friend or not, he couldn't help Nick this time. He'd tear her apart if he got any closer.

He backed out the room, saying he'd call 911 or something, he wasn't sure. All he could think about was getting away from the sweet smelling red blood.

Katie looked up at her would-be savior, then shrank back in terror. Of course. Her day couldn't get any worse. Now she was going to be eaten by a werewolf. "Well," she thought to herself. "At least it'll be quick."

That had to be better than lying there and bleeding to death in pain.

Then he just turned and left. Katie didn't understand. He practically ran out of the house.

Monroe was on the porch before the blood smell dissipated enough that he could think straight. He figured he'd get in his car, call 911, and watch until they arrive. Back to his nice, safe, non-red car.

He was on the steps when he realized that despite it being her blood he was smelling, it wasn't her blood he wanted. He didn't want to go back in there and finish the job. He realized with a shock that he wanted the person who had started it in the first place. He envisioned himself tearing the man whose scent permeated the house, limb from limb. In that second he knew he didn't want to leave her. He had to protect her.

He turned again and went back in the house. He didn't really understand it, but this feeling was as strong as the one that had driven him from the house. He could see the terror in her face as he approached her.

"It's okay, Katie. Nick sent me. I'm not gonna hurt you," he said, walking toward her slowly with his hands held out in front of him. "I'm going to help you, okay?"

She nodded, even though she still looked terrified.

He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. "I'm going to pick you up. Ready?"

He lifted her up easily, but she still cried out. "I'm sorry. I know that hurts," he said, soothingly. "We're going to get you some help."

He got her settled in his car, then fished his cell out of his pocket to call Nick.

"Burkhardt."

"I'm taking her to Mercy. You'd better meet us there," he said.

"That bad?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "Its that bad."

A/N: This chapter is a bit extreme and was hard to write, but I wanted to show why Katie would be so scared of her ex that even having a Blutbad as a protector didn't make her feel better.