Nick and Roddy were at Rosalee's shop helping her find what she needed.

"You know, the Siren thing makes me think of myself a little. I can control rats with my violin. In a way, this girl reminds me of a Reinegan." Roddy said to Nick as they searched for an herb Rosalee needed.

Nick nodded, "It is pretty crazy how some Wesen can be connected and similar in strange ways."

"People are too, I guess." Roddy shrugged. Nick had to agree with him. He'd seen some strange people who weren't Wesen.

"Got it!" Roddy yelled as he and Nick ran to Rosalee who was concocting a brew that would diminish a Siren's voice.

"Will this actually work?" Nick asked her. Rosalee nodded.

"What about her pheromones?" Nick couldn't help but ask, "Couldn't she still secrete the stuff."

"What I know about Sirens is that they need their voice to even begin the spell. Their voice is the worm at the end of the hook. The fishing line is the pheromone." Rosalee explained.

Roddy nodded, "You have to be able to deliver that first key note to cast your spell. If you can't even do that, no one's hooked."

Rosalee smiled at him, "You'd be a good apothecary."

Roddy shrugged, "I think I'll stick to what I know."

Rosalee put the finished brew into a very small dart and gave it to Nick, "If you have a crossbow, this will help. You have to aim it just right at her larynx. They have a very strong vocal cord so be careful."

Nick took the dart, thanking Rosalee and left the shop. Rosalee looked at Roddy and smiled, "So, we survived the wolf den."

He nodded laughing, "Man, I really thought that one jerk was gonna get slashed by Hols."

Rosalee couldn't help but laugh, "I thought he was gonna wet his pants."

"They are nice people, at least the nice ones were." Roddy admitted, smiling.

Rosalee nodded, "You made a good impression Roddy."

"Just a violin." He said, shyly.

Rosalee shook her head, "No, the way you are with Holly is what impressed them. You didn't have to go today, but you did. That takes guts."

"You came too."

She smiled, "Not much fazes me."

"And I'm sure you and Mr. Monroe have a 'thing' going on." Roddy joked. She giggled, "You got me."

"Think this will work." Roddy asked, helping her clean up.

"It should, let's just hope he finds who he's looking for and that no one else gets hurt." Rosalee said.

"I'm gonna head out. You need anything before I go?" Roddy asked, getting his coat.

"No, I'm fine, you go ahead. Bye Roddy!" she said.

About ten minutes after Roddy left, Rosalee was thinking about Monroe and how amazing he and his family were. His parents reminded her of the way her parents were. How understanding and willing to fight for their family and support other Wesen. Although she used to hate them invading her life and going on secret missions, she missed them. She just wished they could see her now and how much she was becoming the Fuchsbau they wanted her to be.

She was so distracted in her own memories; she didn't hear the bell ring. Someone coughed behind her.

"Sorry." She said, turning around, "Can I help y-"

She froze in terror.

"Hi Rosalee. Long time no see." Jason grinned.

….

Monroe's parents went back to the hotel, promising to pick up Holly for a fun day tomorrow. Monroe was so relieved that the day was over, he practically slumped onto the couch after he and Holly cleaned up. Holly sat next to him and curled up.

"Dad?" she asked, quietly.

"Hmm." He murmured, his eyes closed.

"I want to talk." She said.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, "You want to what?" he asked.

"Talk." She said again, "About me."

Monroe sat up and turned to face her, "You want to talk about what happened, you mean?"

Holly nodded, "When Addison took me…and mom hurting me."

"What brought this on?" he asked her. Granted, he was happy she was talking to him, but it caught him off guard a little.

She averted her eyes, "I just…want to talk to you."

Monroe nodded, "I'm listening, Hols. Take your time."

Holly took a breath and began. Once she started, she didn't' stop until two hours later. She cried as she spoke. But as she did, she felt a release. Her dad never took his eyes off of her, he didn't say a word, he even cried with her.

When she was done, she suddenly felt back in the moment. She looked at her dad's face. He was crying, just like her, but smiling. She couldn't help but smile back and they both hugged each other.

When they drew apart, Monroe asked her, "Did something happen that made you want to talk about it?"

She shrugged, "I just wanted to talk to my dad."

Monroe suddenly felt a weight lifted. He knew that even though Holly was growing up, she would always come to him when she needed him. He would always be her dad.

He nodded at her, "You can talk to me anytime, I'm always right here." He said, hugging her again.

"I know." She said.

"Well…Isn't this touching." An eerie voice said behind them.

They both turned, morphing. But before either could react, they were hit with some kind of dart that knocked them out. Monroe reached for Holly, who lost consciousness before he did. He tried resisting the drug, but his eyes blackened as he looked up and saw a black robed creature come towards them.

….

Rosalee felt nothing but pain as Jason laid blow after blow, yelling at her, calling her names. It was just like old times, she thought grimly. By the time he was finished, she was certain he'd broken a couple of her ribs. She groaned on the floor, spitting up blood.

"God, you always were disgusting." He sneered, "And weak too."

Rosalee said nothing. She always imagined she'd be ready for him when he came around. The one time she was ill prepared and he shows up. He was right. She was weak.

He paced around. She was attempting to get up, but he kicked her straight back down.

"Always easy to kick when you're down too, eh Rose?"

"What do you want?" she groaned.

"What do I want?" he got down on her level, "First, I want to find your pathetic brother and end him for nearly sending me to jail."

"Freddy's dead you moron!" she spat.

He slapped her, morphing, "Really? How nice, I'll have to thank the clowns that did it, though they let him off easy I'm sure."

Rosalee started crying angry tears. Jason had always taken away her bravery. All her tough talk and changed healthy ways were nothing around Jason. The things he said and did to her she never forgot and never told anyone. He always made her the most vulnerable woman out there.

"Well, since your brother's taken care of, we can get down to business." He said.

"Just kill me then. That's what you want, isn't it?" she yelled.

"No. I prefer you alive to enjoy what you're about to see." He sneered, "Let's get you over to your new boyfriends. You aren't gonna wanna miss the fun things we plan to do to him and his little brat."

Rosalee screamed as he dragged her outside. He quickly slapped her, knocking her out this time.

When he threw her in the backseat, he suddenly morphed. He caught a whiff of something. He looked over and just saw a rat. He shrugged, ignoring it.

What he shouldn't have ignored was Roddy.

Monroe groaned as he woke up. His vision was blurry at first but as his eyes adjusted he realized he was chained to a chair in his kitchen. His head was spinning from the drug. He wondered what it could have been. But what concerned him more was how that person got into his house without getting sensed. Monroe felt a stinging feeling in his shoulder. That must have been how the poison got into him. He shifted but couldn't seem to get out of the bonds. It was some very tough chain. He growled, trying harder.

"No use, Blutbad." A voice said behind him. He looked over and saw a man in a black robe sitting on his counter.

"Who the hell are you? Where's my daughter?" Monroe yelled.

"Relax, she's fine for now." The man said, smiling. Monroe's eyes shifted.

"Wolfsbane, in case you were wondering." The man said, sounding bored. Monroe continued to glare at him.

"I'm a distant relation to a man you imprisoned a while back. I'm also your worst nightmare right now." The man said.

"Give me a name and maybe I'll go easy on you." Monroe growled.

The man laughed, "Shultz. But I'm also something else." He shifted and Monroe felt a knot in his stomach, "Reapers." He whispered.

Shultz laughed, "You catch on quick. I can see why the Grimm comes to you so much."

They heard a muffled cry in the other room.

"Ahh, someone's finally awake. And just in time to start the show." Shultz said as he went to the other room.

"No!" Monroe yelled, struggling against the chains, "Leave her alone!"

Shultz dragged Holly in, who was also bound heavily to a chair. She was starting to wake up. She saw Monroe, who was looking panicked. She panted and struggled.

"Holly, take it easy!" Monroe said, trying to sound calm, "It'll be okay."

She stared at him, fear in her eyes. Monroe was desperately trying to think of a way to get Holly out.

"Good, now all we need are for the last guests to arrive, then we are all set to go." Shultz said, lazily. He sat on the counter, he was admiring all the clocks.

Holly and Monroe continued to stare at each other. Monroe was trying to calm Holly down with his eyes. But she was beginning to feel claustrophobic and have shooting memories of what her mother did to her. She panted heavily.

"Holly." Monroe said gently, "Listen to me…breathe. Like this." He showed her how to breath using his yoga methods. She copied him shakily.

"You two are pathetic." Shultz mumbled, rolling his eyes, "I've never seen such pansy Blutbaden."

Holly glared at him.

"Do what you want to me, you let her go now!" Monroe yelled at him.

Shultz continued to admire the clocks, "This is quite the craftsmanship. You could have made a much better Eisbeiber."

Monroe knew it was a lost cause at this point. There was no negotiating with Reapers. He could only pray luck was on their side and that he would get the brunt of the Reaper, not Holly.

They heard a door open and someone come in.

"Finally. Took you long enough." Shultz said.

The man came in carrying someone over his shoulder. Monroe's stomach dropped. It was Rosalee. Only she looked terrible. She was bleeding and growing fresh bruises all over. He glared at the man and realized it was the Aufbehen-Freuden. Monroe remembered his name being Schnell. Now he was really panicking. Holly was terrified.

"You look like you had some fun before business." Shultz said, annoyed.

The other man dropped Rosalee in another chair and tied her up. She was unconscious, but waking up.

"It was pretty easy. She always was." Schnell sneered.

Monroe wanted to throttle him, "Let them go. Deal with me all you want."

They both ignored him and began arguing in German. Monroe could have translated but focused on Rosalee who was waking up. Her light blue t-shirt that she'd worn today had bloodstains on it. She was having trouble breathing. Not to mention all the bruises just covering her exposed body was enough to make Monroe sick.

Holly whimpered, "Rosalee…"

"She'll be okay." Monroe said, more for himself than Holly.

"Dad…I'm really scared." She whispered, crying.

"I know, but I'm not gonna let them hurt you." He promised, hoping to God he could keep it.

"Monroe? Holly?" Rosalee groaned, finally able to see.

"Rosalee! Are you okay?" Monroe asked her.

She groaned and winced in pain, nodding, "I'll be fine."

"What did he do to you?" Monroe asked her, concerned, wishing he could hold her and Holly right now.

Rosalee looked sadly at him, "He broke me. Like he always does."

"You know him?" Monroe asked, dumbstruck.

"Is he your dangerous ex-boyfriend?" Holly asked.

Monroe looked back and forth between the two. Then he remembered the photograph of Rosalee.

She nodded sadly, "I'm sorry, I should have told you Monroe." She said, tearing up, "I shouldn't have brought this to you and Holly."

"Rosalee, I think there's something more going on here." Monroe said, "The other guy is a Reaper."

Rosalee looked up, fearful, "Oh God!"

"Well, at least she can talk." Shultz said, angrily glaring at Jason. Jason just smirked at Rosalee who wanted to vomit.

"I suppose you are all wondering what you're doing here." Shultz began.

"Please, do tell, and make it nice and long and boring." Monroe spat. Shultz glared at him, shifting. Jason lunged at Monroe and punched him.

"DAD!" Holly cried.

"Shut up or you're next." Jason growled at her.

"Jason please, leave them alone." Rosalee pleaded.

"Will you all just shut up!" Shultz yelled, "God, all this drama is making me sick."

"Continue cousin." Jason said, backing up. Monroe was now sporting a bloody nose.

"You are all here because we want something that you all have information on." Shultz continued, "You are all going to tell me everything about this Grimm, Nick Burkhardt."

Monroe groaned, "He's an ass, you can have him."

"What?" Rosalee and Holly yelled.

Monroe rolled his eyes, "Seriously, I only help the guy out because he's incompetent and I pity him."

Rosalee looked stunned and Holly looked a little hurt.

Shultz and Jason looked intrigued, "You have a funny way of showing your disdain for the Grimm. From all we gathered, you two seem very close." Shultz said suspiciously.

"Yeah well, it's called fattening a guy up before you eat him." Monroe said.

Rosalee and Holly continued to stare at him.

"Rosalee, you seem to like this Grimm." Jason said, coming towards her, she flinched as he raised his hands. Monroe's eyes flashed.

"She only helps him because she's indebted to him." Monroe said, "She just didn't think we were telling anyone about our plan."

Rosalee still looked confused but Monroe nodded to her. She suddenly caught on, "I hate him. He practically makes me work for him, like a slave. Promising not to kill me if I help him out."

Holly stared at them both, confused. Monroe gave her a look and she finally understood.

"My dad's trying to find a way to end him." She put in.

Jason and Shultz looked confused, "You mean you've been helping him so you can destroy him later?" Shultz asked them.

"Duh!" Monroe said, "Seriously, why would a Blutbad want to help a Grimm?"

Rosalee scoffed, "The better the acting, the closer you get, the easier and better it is when they fall."

Shultz nodded, "You two would make good Reapers if you succeeded."

"No kidding." Monroe huffed.

"There's just one problem with your plan." Shultz said.

"What?" Rosalee asked.

Shultz took out a knife, "its complete bullshit."

He went over to Holly and pushed her head forward. He pointed the knife into the back of her neck. She panted heavily, struggling.

"Leave her alone!" Monroe yelled.

"Please, let her go!" Rosalee pleaded.

"Dad…" Holly cried, trying to look up to see her dad.

He dug the knife in slowly making a cut along her neck. She screamed in pain and Monroe was struggling to get out.

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you everything you want to know!" Monroe yelled.

Shultz let Holly go and came over to him, "No more lies, Blutbad. The next little fib you tell will be another tick mark on your daughter's body."

Monroe breathed heavily, staring at Holly who was crying, staring at him helplessly. He nodded to Shultz.

…..

Roddy had tried calling Nick five times. He was getting scared. He was outside Monroe's house and he could see everything that was going on. He felt useless but knew he couldn't just barge in there with a Reaper and an Aufbehen-Freuden running loose. He needed a plan. Something, anything.

He felt a hand on his back. He turned, ready to fight. He was surprised when he saw a girl, who looked to be only eleven years old standing there. She was…beautiful, for a young girl. She was pale and blonde with the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen. There didn't seem to be a flaw on her. The only thing that stuck out oddly, was the look of fear in her eyes. She held up a piece of paper. He read it: Please help me! I can't talk, someone could get hurt.

He looked her in the eyes and it hit him. This was the Siren. He was ready to bolt, but then realized, if she wanted to hurt him, she would have by now. Her note indicated she knew what she was capable of. He nodded to her. She smiled and showed him another card that read: Nick Burkhardt?

Roddy nodded, "I know him, I'm trying to call him. But my girlfriend and her dad and friend are inside."

She nodded and wrote something down: I know. He's in trouble too.

Roddy looked up shocked. Then he realized he may have to do this on his own. He thought for a minute then looked at her, "Do you think you can help me?"

She shrugged and mouthed, "Maybe, I'll try."

"Can you sing?" Roddy asked.

She nodded, confused.

"Are you scared of rats?" he asked her morphing. She jumped a little, but shook her head, bravely.

"Good." Roddy said, taking her hand and leading her to his car.

Holly screamed as Shultz cut her along her shoulder.

"I'm telling you the truth!" Monroe yelled, angrily.

Shultz let up on Holly, "You're telling me what I already know." He snapped.

"What do you want to know? Be specific!" Monroe practically cried.

"I want to know weaknesses." He clarified.

"He doesn't have any." Monroe said, shaking his head. Shultz made a beeline for Holly's leg.

"He doesn't have any physical weaknesses." Rosalee clarified quickly.

Shultz stopped what he was doing, "You're saying he has fears? Emotional weaknesses?"

Rosalee nodded, "Don't we all." She grumbled.

Shultz crossed his arm. Jason went up behind her chair, playing with her hair. She groaned as he touched her.

"Tell me…what are his fears?" Shultz asked.

"Rats." Monroe said suddenly.

"The Grimm is afraid of rats?" Jason asked, suddenly confused.

Holly looked up and her face brightened, "No, but you're about to be."

Shultz and Jason turned around as a swarm of rats came into Monroe's kitchen. They crawled all over Shultz and Jason, who fought them off. Monroe struggled against the bonds trying to break free. Suddenly, a young girl came in and undid his chains with a bolt cutter. Monroe had never seen her before. She motioned for him to cover his ears. Monroe did as he was told, though he was confused. He saw her open her mouth. Both Shultz and Jason stopped fighting and sank to the ground. Monroe realized that this was the Siren. She stopped singing and then helped Monroe break Rosalee and Holly free. Shultz and Jason were lying helplessly on the ground getting devoured by rats. Monroe led them all out of the kitchen.

Roddy was outside playing the violin. He stopped playing when he saw them. Holly ran up to him and hugged him. He embraced her and then took out his earplugs.

"You okay?" he asked her, looking her up and down. She nodded, "I've never been happier to see rats in my life."

He laughed.

Monroe was helping Rosalee sit on the grass.

"I'm fine, go to Holly." She said.

"Holly's with Roddy for the moment, you need someone." He said.

Holly and Roddy both came over. She smiled at them all, then felt herself slipping. Monroe caught her before her head hit the ground.

"Dad, will she be okay?" Holly cried.

Monroe got out his phone to call Nick, "Yes, she will. I'm not letting anything else happen to my girls." He said, confidently.

Nick still didn't answer. Something wasn't right.

He quickly called 911 then looked up as the girl came over, looking very upset.

"Thank you for helping us." Monroe said. He couldn't believe a child had saved his life.

The girl looked forlornly at him, then showed him a pad of paper. Monroe took it and read: My name is Lorraine. My sister has been killing people. She needs help. She's going after Burkhardt.

Monroe looked up at her. She looked ashamed.

"Where is she?" he asked her. She took the piece of paper and wrote feverishly: I can show you the way.

..

The ending is on its way. I can guarantee it will be done on my birthday as a treat for you all. So on Tuesday, May 29th you can expect the ending and a surprise just for you!