Chapter Summary: Nick calls Renard and then returns home to Monroe

Disclaimer: Grimm and all its characters do not belong to me; they belong to the show creators and to NBC.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in chapter posting. I was on vacation, IN PORTLAND! It was awesome and I got so many ideas for this fic. Then I got back and was getting a new, and by new I mean a hand me down that's better than the one I currently have, and I didn't get a chance to post. I have some handwritten stuff that I need to put in to text for from my plane ride home, so next chapter should be up in about a week.

Once Nick and Hank had everything cleaned up, the body dumped where no one would find it, and the scythe placed in the trailer, Nick decided to make a call before Hank drove him back to Monroe's.

"Nick?" Renard picked up on the second ring, "Is everything okay?"

"They're back," He told him, deadly serious. "They went after an eighteen or so year old girl just because she knows Monroe. I'm done giving warnings. Next Reaper I see dies."

"Agreed," Renard replied smoothly, though Nick knew him long enough now to know that he was anything but calm, he was just as pissed off at these Reapers as Nick was. "Just don't do anything that I can't get you out of. You're no good to anyone behind bars, Nick."

"I understand," Nick consented; he had come to learn that this was his captain's way of showing his concern for the Grimm. "I will keep you posted. Let me know if you find anything on your end."

"You'll be the first one I call," Renard confirmed and then hung up.

"That the captain?" Hank asked as Nick was pocketing his phone. Nick nodded in affirmation. "You ready to head back then? Monroe's right? Since he has your car." Nick nodded again; the events of the night were starting to catch up with him. They both crawled into the patrol car and Hank took them to Monroe's place. Hank didn't even get out of the car when they got there, just dropped Nick off. He was exhausted and he still had to take the patrol car back to the precinct and check in with Wu, let him know what happened, or at least their story of what happened.

Nick knocked on the door when he reached the front porch. He had a key and normally he would just walk right in, but he didn't really want to startle Kira any more than she already had been that night. "Its fine, Nick. She's already in bed." Monroe didn't raise his voice, knowing Nick would hear him. Nick quietly opened the door and moved quietly through the house to find Monroe in the kitchen, cleaning up some coffee mugs that probably had some of his calming tea in them earlier. "She was exhausted," Monroe informed him when Nick walked in. "Between what happened tonight and the fact that I think she took buses all the way here from Arizona, I don't really blame her." He set the mugs on a towel to dry and moved to the fridge, pulling out two more of the beers from earlier. This time Nick had the bottle opener ready and popped off the caps with ease. He leaned against the counter to wind down and discuss what they were going to do next."I kind of gave up your room tonight, you're welcome to take my bed, I don't mind the couch, if I am even able to sleep tonight," Monroe offered.

"Nah," Nick brushed it off, "I'll take the couch. I have to go in to work early tomorrow anyways to help Hank with paper work from tonight. Though I can't sleep on a couch every night, suppose I should just get used to my place again. I've been intruding far too much as it is," Nick observed.

"I'm going to talk with her in the morning, see why she's here and probably send her home. If not, I need to clear out that old work room anyways. I'll set her up in there if she's staying. Though, if that is the case, you're totally helping. I won't turn her away, but I really don't think she should stay here, not with how dangerous Portland has been for us recently. She wasn't even here a whole night and she already had a Reaper after her." Monroe sighed. He had only ever wanted a quiet life here in Portland. Meeting Nick had changed all that, but Monroe wouldn't give up the friendship he has with the Grimm now, not for anything.

"So, Uncle Eddie, huh?" Nick asked, changing the subject slightly. "She's your niece then I take it?"

"Yeah, my sister's daughter, though I haven't seen any of them in years. Not since I declared myself a Wieder Blutbad. Some of my family didn't take kindly to the choice. My sister and father most of all, though my father's lightened up on that front a bit. I was basically banned from ever seeing or talking to Kira again, in order to prevent me from corrupting her with my influence." Monroe made a face at that.

"I see it didn't work as well as your sister had hoped," Nick observed.

"Yeah, not so much. Kira was always finding ways to get in touch with me. Mostly it was when she was at my mother's house, but only if my father wasn't home." Monroe sighed. "My mother doesn't necessarily approve of my choices, but she accepts them and believes that family is more important than petty squabbles….doubt she'd be as understanding about our friendship though."

"The whole 'Grimm killed your Grandfather' thing?" Nick clarified.

"Pretty much," Monroe nodded. "Anyways, I was Kira's favorite before I was banned from my sister's household. When she was younger she couldn't understand why she wasn't allowed to see me, and then when she was old enough to understand why, she didn't care. She was actually curious about what being a Wieder Blutbad was all about, so of course I told her as much as I could, I missed her." Monroe's gaze went to the ceiling and Nick could see his friend's warm affection for the girl in his eyes. "It didn't really take too long for my sister to figure out what was going on and took more proactive measures to ensure that Kira doesn't contact me. It'd been a few years since I've heard from her and then all of the sudden she's in Portland." Monroe turned his gaze back to his friend. "I don't know what to do about this Nick."

"We'll figure it out tomorrow," Nick assured him, placing a comforting hand on his friends shoulder. "I'll help in any way I can."

"Thanks Nick," Monroe smiled at him gratefully, knowing that Nick meant it.

Neither Nick nor Monroe slept that night. They spent the whole night in the kitchen, talking, though they had eventually migrated to the table. The conversation had started about Kira and moved into the Reapers and what they were going to do about them, which of course led to the avoidance of sadder topic, and eventually they started talking about random things, anywhere from Nick's cases to Monroe's clocks, to what funny things Wu had done that week to help cheer everybody up, despite Hanks extra attempts not to laugh at them. For someone still oblivious to the wesen world, while having to constantly interact with it, Wu was still incredibly perceptive.