A Fanfiction Inspired by Blue Exorcist.

I do not own Grimm.

I do own my OC.

II

Nick yawned as he walked over to his desk with papers sprawled over it. He mentally noted to himself to organize them later when he's finished with that morning's work. He plopped down onto his seat with a sigh and was immediately greeted by his partner, Hank. "Morning, Hank..."

The black man rose an eyebrow at him with an amused smirk, "Long night?"

He forced himself not to roll his eyes as he shrugged, "Yeah. I stayed here a little longer to file some reports."

"Nick... You never stay up later to 'file some reports'." Hank looked at him worriedly and lowered his voice, "You okay?"

No. He was not okay. From the second he knew what Adalind had done to Juliette and to the moment when the doctors confirmed that she was in a coma for an unknown period of time, he hasn't been okay at all.

All he wanted to do was stay at home in his room, sprawled out on the floor, and just think about the times he had spent with Juliette with the occasional imagery of a torture method used on the ex-Hexenbiest. When his girlfriend had indirectly told him straight to his face that he was crazy it felt like a slap in the face. Of course he understood why she said that, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

Nick nods and feigned reassurance with a fake smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just finish up this case so I can clean up this mess."

Eating my last bite of the pumpkin muffin, I tossed the brown paper bag into a trash can. Normally I would ride my motorcycle to work, but today was different. I was getting a promotion for the work that I did, and I was pretty damn nervous.

I have full confidence that I will be fine with it, considering that I've spent half of my life trying to get to this point, but sometimes you can't help getting nervous. This is a huge change and great opportunity for me, so naturally I would have some nerves. Maybe they're happy nerves?

I was only able to get a couple hours of sleep. My insomnia decided to take it's place last night and my usual five hours of sleep turned into somewhere between one and two hours. I lost count after the fifth time I woke up.

At four o'clock in the morning I decided to just call it quits and to do a little trip to one of the Hells on Earth. After that, I got dressed with my usual hoodie and went out to get breakfast.

Now, I'm only a couple of blocks away from Portland Police Department a couple hours later. I tugged the hood over my head to shadow my eyes. I'm sure I looked pretty damn suspicious with my get up, but it's better than have everyone staring at me for a completely different reason.

I sped up the stairs leading to the main doors of the department that I will be in from today on. A few police officers glanced at me suspiciously, but they didn't stop me since I wasn't doing anything and the fact they have more important things to do for the day. I have never really come here when I was just a normal officer, considering my outside occupation, and only getting involved with other officers when I get a call.

Pushing up the door, I made my way through the halls and looked around. There were police officers bustling around, speaking to one another, heading to their destination, and even a couple were bringing suspects in cuffs.

My eyes caught what looked like a mother and her daughter sitting on a bench. The daughter was sobbing into the woman's shoulder, and for a brief moment, their faces changed. Mauzhertz.

I quickly look away in order to not be mistaken as a Grimm, or something, and picked up my pace. After taking one last turn, I ended up in a large office with desks specifically for detectives to go over and solve their cases.

Ignoring the looks that I was given, I made a beeline to Captain Renard's office and knocked on the door. After a few moments, I heard a faint 'come in' and entered the room. I closed the door behind me and briefly took a look around the small office.

It was quiet and homey, perfect for privacy. I switch my gaze to the captain who was watching me silently with his hands folded on top of his desk. This was my first time personally meeting him, and his aura of superiority is nothing compared to when I watch him speak in front of the flashing lights and cameras.

He motioned to one of the three seats in front of his desk, "Sit down."

I took one more glance at the door before making my way over and sat down on the one right in the middle. For a moment I considered whether or not to take my hood off, it's rude and I want to make a good first impression, and that's saying a lot coming from me.

Making a final decision, I reach up and pull my hood down. The moment I looked back at Captain Renard I wanted to absorb with the chair I was sitting on and be no longer in this world as he eyed my hair and my eyes, but the moment he cleared his throat and sifted through his files I wanted to sigh in relief.

Captain took one in his hands and placed it in front of him, opening it to scan the first words and glance up at me. "Kazuki, Juno?"

I grunted my affirmation as I watched him continue to read my file. It was quiet in the office with him taking his time to read it and to be completely honest... I was bored as fuck.

So me being me, I pulled out my iPhone and decided to check up on my bots back at my main system. I tapped in the green text quickly in what looked like gibberish to any other person before I was able to view them. I rolled my eyes when I saw a few of my bots disappearing before reappearing. Seriously, can they take a hint that they can't get rid of them?

"Well, Juno..." I look up from my phone to see him close the file and return my gaze, "You have done exceptionally through your four years here. Especially at such a young age. You have done great things with your skills in the tech area and your handling on fugitives. You'll do great as part of Portland PD." He gave a reassuring smile.

I merely nodded back silently. What had happened to my talkative self? I guess it's only meant for Monroe, since the captain makes me a little uneasy...

His smile wavered slightly at my silence and sighed as he picked up the office phone, "You don't talk much do you?"

I only shrugged at the comment, knowing that it was true. I only talked when I wanted to or needed to.

Renard tapped in a number and exchanged a few words with someone on the other line before hanging up. "There are two detectives coming in. I've decided that you will be working with them until you get the hang of things, and if you want, I can assign you your own partner or if the other two agree, you can stay with them."

"Who are they?" Were the very first words that came out of my mouth through out the conversation.

He was about to answer my question, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in."

I shifted in my seat, pulling my legs up to cross them Indian-style as I turned my head to look at my soon-to-be partners. The door swung open, and the first person I saw was a man with dark skin. He had a buzz cut that was grown out slightly, a mustache, and a small tuft of his beard on his chin.

My eyes then landed on the other man and instead of looking at his appearance, I looked at his eyes and- oh my God they were such a deep green that it reminded me of the forest at the very beginning of sunrise. He was gazing straight back at me unblinkingly and was just as tense as I was.

I felt nothing bad from him. Nothing evil. Nothing that made me feel uneasy like the captain did. No, for once in my life, I felt in peace... I felt the need to be close to this man in ways that even I'm not sure about. At that moment, it was taking everything in me not to move my hidden appendage wrapped around my torso under my shirt.

"You needed us, Captain?" The other detective spoke, oblivious to our staring. The one I was staring at ripped his eyes away from mine to look at Renard.

Realizing what had just happened, I face forward once again and bowed my head slightly so that my bangs and hair concealed my wide eyes. What the actual fuck just happened? Did I seriously just have a Disney moment or some shit? No, no, no, don't get ahead of yourself. He was just staring at your eyes because they're weird. Everyone, and especially you, know that.

"Hank, Nick, take a seat." Renard motion to the empty seats on either side of me. The both of them did as they were told and looked at him for an explanation of why they were there exactly. "Juno, this is Hank Griffin and Nick Burkhardt. Hank, Nick, this is Juno Kazuki. The one who will be working with the both of you for a while."

Hank, who I assume was the dark-skinned one, was the first to turn to me and give me a welcoming smile with a hand held out for me, "Nice to finally meet you. Welcome to the team."

After a moment of hesitation, I shook his hand before turning over to the other, who I assume was Nick. He smiled at me as well and also offered me his hand. I shook his hand and felt, oddly, highly aware of how much bigger his hand was compared to mine. Why was I born to be so feminine?

The captain nods. "Now that we've introduced each other, one of you should help Juno get settled and give the basics on our procedures."

They both stood and walked over to the door. I stood as well and, with my foreign manners being forever drilled into my mind, I gave a small bow to Renard before making my way to the door. My steps faltered for only a few seconds once I saw Nick waiting for me while holding the door open.

I quickly looked down and rushed out of the office.

Jesus. Christ.

Yes, I know. I'm an ex-alter boy and yet I say the Lord's name in vain, but whatever. The sins I've committed without my damn control are far worse.

But anyway, Nick was the one who helped me get settled and explained the procedures just like the captain had told him to. Hank was out somewhere for a small case he was on since he had found a lead, so it was just me and him.

As he did all of this, with me being quiet the whole entire time, I was wondering why the hell his name sounded so familiar. I tend to forget simple things easily, which was a great addition to my insomnia - note the sarcasm.

Right now, I was searching up someone for Nick while he did the same for that someone's partner. At the same time, I was furiously tapping in codes on my phone with one hand to replace the ones I had before to enforce security.

"Got it." I said softly after the face of the man popped up on the screen, "Henry Lofter. A few tickets for speeding and there's an arrest for drinking and driving..." I barely notice Nick getting up to walk over and lean over beside me to read along, while holding the back of my chair to support himself up, "He's also had charges for assault and has been affiliated with a gang outside of Portland in the past."

"Look at this," I nearly jumped hearing his voice coming from right next to me as he points at a symbol tattooed on Henry's neck in the mug shot. "That's the same gang sign those guys that he met up with had."

I shook my head from side to side, "Henry can't be the only one involved with that family's death. The neighbors would have heard something going on if it was just Henry... This could have been planned and there might have been more than one killer involved."

The detective was silent for a while. Honestly, it worried me a bit so I sneaked a peak of his face, but the thing is - is that he was looking straight at me. Heat rose up to my cheeks, so I quickly looked back down at my lap to fiddle with my phone in my hands.

"That's... very possible." He finally broke the silence, "We just have to prove it somehow." He went back to his seat to type on his computer. "Starting off with family members. Both the victims' and the suspect's."

"I'll find Henry's."

The moment his eyes met her's... He froze.

The first thing he had noticed was her strange white hair. It was long and cascaded down over her shoulders with her bangs framing her face, both long and short. It was a pure white and reminded him of snow from his favorite season of the year. But that wasn't what really caught his attention.

Her eyes weren't the same color like everyone else's, each one had it's own color. Her right eye was a shimmering gold, while her left eye was a metallic silver. All of her skin was flawless and not a blemish was in sight. The only thing that he noticed about her skin was that there were dark circles under her eyes, but all he felt was a twinge of worry and curiosity at the sight.

Everything about her screamed unique to him. She was-

No. He couldn't. She was his and Hank's temporary partner now. Maybe he was just missing Juliette...

But even so, he couldn't help but glance at her every now and then. Relish the sound of her soothing voice that never wavered, a soothing voice that greatly reminded him of a high hippie - as horrible as it sounds. It was like every time that she spoke serenely, her voice sounded faraway.

He also couldn't help, but get close to her when he had the chance as she read aloud the suspect's profile.

And he also couldn't help, but wonder why she hasn't frowned, scowled, or even smiled. She was just...

Blank.