"What do I wear?"

That was Monroes first question when Nick told him they were going to see her.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously, oh my god you have no idea how big a deal this is. You know how many Wessen would give anything to see an Einhorn?"

"I guess not!"

"C'mon we're gonna be late, let's go"

They jumped into Nicks SUV and were soon in the hotel parking lot. They took the elevator all the way up and were soon outside her room.

"Ready?" Nick asked a very nervous Monroe.

"Yeah, yeah, just go for it!"

The door opened before he had a chance to knock.

"Hey" he smiled.

"Hey. You must be Monroe" she smiled, offering her hand.

Monroe was frozen on the spot. Everyone knew meeting an Einhorn was not like meeting other Wessen. Their face didn't change, it was a totally different, albeit more subtle experience. Basically, she made him feel oddly warm on the inside.

Nick nudged him. "Hi, hi" he managed to stammer, eventually.

"Come in"

"Wow, this is nice. Real nice" Monroe commented on looking at the opulent suite.

"Well when you're In hiding for a hundred years the interest just sort of builds up, y'know?"

"Right"

"So Nick, tell me what you know, given that I can't tell you what I know"

Monroe looked at her quizzically. "He's been here Nick, I can smell him"

"What? How did he know you were here?" Nick questioned.

"I don't know, maybe he followed me?" she lied, knowing Renard had tracked her down by calling in a few favours.

"What did he say?" Nick asked.

"Oh you know the usual, run away with me…. I'm in control of you now line"

"What a bastard" Monroe commented. "No wonder you all went into hiding, for someone to have control of you must be awful… especially when they're Royal and trying to make you their pretty political puppet- no offence" Monroe replied angrily.

"None taken. You have no idea what I'm up against here. I literally cannot resist him. Think of the most intense love you ever felt for someone and magnify it by a million….. with an undercurrent of I shouldn't be doing this but I can't help myself!"

"Isn't there any way to break this, this hold he has on you?" Nick asked thoughtfully.

The Wesen exchanged glances. They both knew of the old wives tale that gave the answer to that.

"What, what aren't you telling me?" Nick questioned.

"There's this old, story I guess. My mother used to tell me that back in the old time there was an Einhorn who escaped a Prince. I mean it's probably just some Wesen kids bedtime story but well, in the story the Einhorn is saved by a Grimm, or rather, the spilling of his blood which broke the hold he had on her."

"Why do I always have to spill my blood In these Wesen stories? Remember that time with Adelaide, god that was horrible. "Nick replied.

"Adelaide?"

"A Hexenbiest. I stripped her of her power by getting her to bite my lip and ingest my blood"

"Oh. Hexenbiest? Bloody horrible creatures. Bet she was pissed."

"Yeah, it's um, a long story."

"So" Monroe interjected. "All we have to do to save you is for Nick to die. Great"

"Hey wait I didn't have to die with Adelaide!"

"Unfortunately in this story, all your blood has to be spilt. And since I came to help you, not kill you, I most certainly will not be pursuing that train of thought."

"So what, you're just gonna give up? Let the Prince use you any way he wants to gain more power?"

"Well I'm not thrilled about it, but I will not have a Grimm killed to save me from it. We need Grimm's, to protect us from the, shall we say less desirable Wesen out there with a penchant for human blood? You keep the balance in check. You're not going anywhere"

"We have to figure out another way" Monroe mumbled quietly. "Nick lets go to the trailer, there has to be something other than a Wesen bedtime story on this"

"Ok yeah, let's go. Listen, if he comes, well I'd say call me but I'm guessing you probably can't. Just. Be careful and don't do anything stupid, ok?" He asked, worried.

"I'll be fine, he doesn't want to hurt me, he wants me for his own. I'll be quite safe" she replied, not sure she quite believed what she was saying.

"Ok, we'll let you know what we find"

"Ok, go. See you later. You know where to find me!"

As the Grimm and Blutbaden left, she only had one thing, or rather one man on her mind. And she prayed silently that she didn't.