Adalind waited until the next morning to call him. She waited as she listened to the phone ringing, waiting for him to answer. She could almost see him looking at the phone, debating whether or not he should answer. He would be caught somewhere now, between hating her and wanting her. As it continued to ring she wondered briefly if he would decide to ignore her. But she heard the phone pick up with a curt, "What?" on the other end. Poor Grimm. This must be confusing for him, feeling the way he must be feeling now.

"Nick…I know I'm the last person you want to hear from right now. But there's something you need to know. Sean isn't who you think he is." He didn't say anything, but he also didn't hang up, so she was taking that as a good sign. "I know you think you can trust him, but you can't. He's a zauberbiest and he knows what you are. He's playing you."

There was a derisive sound from the other end of the line, "And I'm supposed to trust you? What makes you think I'd believe anything you say?"

"I'm not asking you trust me, Nick. I'm just trying to warn you. You need to be careful. Sean is playing you. He wants something from you, and he's dangerous, he won't let anything stop him. He wanted me to help him, he tried to make me help him. He wanted me to go after Hank, to manipulate him and use him to get to you. I refused, and he isn't happy about that. He was waiting for me last night, he wants me to help him, and he won't take no for an answer. I'm scared of what he might do to me, to you."

There was silence from the other end, and she waited, she knew he had seen Sean last night, he knew at least part of what she said was true.

"Why are you telling me all of this? Even if I did believe you, why would you want to help me?"

"You saved my life, and I know you might not believe it, but that means something to me. I don't want to be your enemy Nick. I think it could be beneficial to both of us if we were friends. You might believe that I want to help you, but I do. I know you don't trust me yet, but be careful of Sean. He's more dangerous than you know." It wasn't a lie. She might not be telling Nick everything, but it was true, Sean was not someone to be underestimated.

"Whatever is going on, I'm going to find out. Adalind, if you're lying to me…" His threat went unsaid. There was a pause before he spoke again. "If Renard bothers you again let me know." With that the line went dead. The conversation had gone better than she had hoped for. She knew he already had his doubts about Sean, and now she had given his suspicions more credence. She had given him a purpose, not a reason to trust her, but a reason to protect her. Whatever else he was, he was still a cop, and now he was the damsel in distress that he could ride in to save. Sean might not appreciate her turning him into their common enemy. But he wouldn't be able to argue with the results. Besides, if he wanted her as an ally then he should have listened to her from the beginning, instead of trying to control her.

Winning over the Grimm was proving more difficult than she had anticipated. With any other man, he wouldn't have been able to stay away from her. He should have beeShe couldn't be sure when he was going to be at the coffee shop she had first run into him. But she knew he was a regular, so she took to hanging around, trying to "accidentally" run into him. She was becoming dangerously close to a lethal amount of coffee before her efforts finally paid off.

She was sitting at a table by the window when he entered. She could see him hesitate, looking like he might just turn and go. But he was not one to be deterred and went to order his coffee, choosing to ignore her. After he ordered she stood up, and stopped him. She put a few bills on the counter, indicating that she would pay for his order. "You don't have to do that." His voice was more hostile than polite. "I know we got off on the wrong foot. Consider this my first attempt to make things right."

"You tried to kill my aunt. I'm not sure it's possible to make a worse first impression." He kept his voice low so that no one else could hear them. She leaned in, keeping her voice a harsh whisper, matching his. "She was a Grimm. As far as I knew she was going to try to kill me. I think I had good reason to be afraid."

She could see his expression soften slightly, more sad now than angry. "This must be hard for you, trying to figure all of this out." She said, her sympathy genuine. The most important person in his life had been lying to him, and he only now was discovering the truth. That had to be a lot to deal with.

"Look, I know you still don't trust me, but I think I could be an ally for you. If you have questions, or if you want to talk, give me a call. If you let me, I could be a valuable asset." She touched his hand with hers, nothing showy, just a gentle contact. He looked down briefly, but didn't pull away. He looked like he might say something else, but instead he took his coffee and turned to go with nothing more than a not unfriendly, "I'll be seeing you."

The next night she received a call from Nick. He was working a case and wanted to ask her questions about a possible wesen connection. They talked about his case, then about other things. As the time wore on, and he was still on the phone she knew he was thoroughly ensnared in her web. Poor Grimm, he never stood a chance.