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Back at the netting;
"Will you just SHUT UP?!" Nick shouted at the psycho maniac, who's been screaming his head off for the last twenty minutes. Nick felt bad for Monroe, this was giving him a headache, and Monroe had 'special ears'. Nick often told him he had 'special eyes' too, and asked if he had a 'special brand'. Monroe never watched that commercial, and never got why Hank laughed.
Normally, Monroe would take every opportunity to complain about how Nick 'dragged' him everywhere, but now he was just... silent. "Hey," Nick reached over (not far to reach, because of the one-person net) and patted Monroe's arm, catching the man's attention, and pulling him out of his far away thoughts. "We're going to get through this." Nick gave him an encouraging smile, which Monroe returned. Then Nick noticed just how red his eyes were. That made Nick feel guilty. Maybe going on these trips was effecting Monroe more than Nick knew, maybe it really was a bad idea to bring Monroe along, it's just that Hank doesn't have that homey, sarcastic companionship Monroe had. Though, honestly speaking, as helpful as Monroe was, Nick didn't need that much help. He didn't need Monroe to come with him tonight, but he'd asked anyway.
But he missed Monroe, he missed the two of them being badass together. Fighting the bad guys was his job, but anyone could make that his job, only one person could make his job fun. To make him look forwards to it. Only Monroe's enthusiasm (and sarcasm made him want to pull out a morning star and say 'let's do this'. He remembered when he told Hank he'd be going after that not-a-grimm. How he pulled out a crossbow, and Hank looked at him like he was crazy. Monroe would have joined him in cross-bowing would probably even ask if he could shoot it, too. He missed that. He turned back to said blutbad. Monroe was eyeing the psycho and spoke at last. "Don't know about you, but I'd say... I got nothing." Nick breathed a sigh of relief There was nothing wrong with Monroe, he was just trying to focus on thinking up a gameplan.
-o-o-o
Around twenty minutes earlier;
Monroe stretched and turned slightly to the side, feeling something jostle on top of him. He was not used to that. His eyes snapped open as he panicked, forgetting where he was. The comforting scent of Nick calmed him down, as he remembered going into the basement with Nick and getting caught in the net. Which meant the 'something' on top of him... Nick balled his hand into a fist in his sleep, clinging onto Monroe's shirt. Monroe rubbed the grimm's back, lifting the tension. Nick made a sleepy, satisfied kind of grunt which totally turned Monroe on, but he refrained. This was Nick he was talking about. His buddy, his friend... his true love. Really cheesy when you put it that way, and 'mate's cheesier, but that was how he saw it.
He kept rubbing Nick's back, wondering what would happen when they got out. Nick would probably run back to his girlfriend. Rosalee would tell him to 'go after his dreams' or whatever she said in her last pep talk about emotions (which Rosalee was no good at, but compared to him, she was a pro) he wasn't kidding when he said relationships baffle him. I mean, Nick already asked Juliette to marry him! He still couldn't believe she said no... who could say no to those big, misty eyes, or that real charming smile? Nick was just... perfect. He couldn't see how Juliette couldn't see that. Juliette seemed... nice. A bit inquisitive He actually had a good time when he came over for dinner. Because he was making up stories with Nick. Nick. That was why he was happy. What was he supposed to do, act like he didn't feel this way, like he didn't want to wake up with Nick like this every morning?
A loud clang! Interrupted his thoughts and Nick leapt up, eyes wide. "What was that?" He whispered, and the psycho made his reappearance clanging pans. Where did he even get those pans? And shouting incomprehensible words. Monroe felt really angry at the guy for waking Nick up, now he couldn't rub Nick's back, and watch the rise and fall of his chest. He wanted Nick to go back to sleep, but if you could sleep through this (psycho was now banging a pan with a pipe, shouting something about a loose dog's heart) you could sleep through a zombie Apocalypse. Which he couldn't. Nick couldn't either.
-o-o-o
Monroe wasn't awnsering his phone either so Hank drove down to his house. He slammed on the door. "Monroe? Monroe! IT'S HANK, I'M COMIN' IN!" Hank bust down the door. Not good if they're both fine, but with a grimm... Hank noticed a newly broken window. "GUYS? I NEED BACKUP!" He barked into his phone. The entire window was shattered. Not good. Not good at all.
Aaaand we're good! Didja like how I used the boys breaking the window as evidence for a crime scene? Aaanyway, I don't own grimm (breaks down in sobs at admitting it) but please reveiw/favorite/follow anyway! BTWYHOF (by the way your hair's on fire) out! (wow, even the nickname's long)