Guess who gets chapter 9 early you guys do.


(Terra's POV)

My iPhone started making horrible noises to wake me up. I groaned and I looked at the small demon on the night stand. I hit snooze and rolled back over to sleep. Five minutes past which felt like seconds and it went off again. I groaned and I got out of the soft arm bed. I shuffled into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and got dressed in my work out cloths (which consisted of yoga pants and tank top). Thank god like most apartments in Portland there was a fitness room in the building. Sneaking out of the apartment was a little difficult due to the creaking floor boards. Once out the door I let out a sigh of relief and pulled on my cross trainers. I ran down the hall way to the stairs and jogged down to the sixth floor. The lights in the fitness area was on and a small amount of people were working out. When I walked in the room a few looked at me some ignored me. I walked over to a punching bag and plugged my ear bud in my head to drown out everyone in the room.

Abraham's Daughter played as I started hitting the punching bag. I gave it a right hook then a few jabs fallowed by a round house kick. I kept that pattern for a while and I rotated between my left and right for a couple of minutes.

"I see you the fitness area," Renard walked in with an unpleased look on his face.

"I need something to get my anger out," I grumbled as I Sparta kicked the damn bag.

"Besides kicking someone in the balls," he sent a glare at me.

"I have no problem doing it again" I snapped at him. I took a deep breath and I punched the thing one more time. "I'm going for a run," I said and rammed my shoulder into him. I turned my music up louder and I ran down the hall building. I ran down the stairs and outside on to the side walk. The cold air felt nice after my work out up stairs and hell my temper was kept at bay until his royal half-blood ass made an appearance.

The man always seemed to get on my nerves. Just his mere presence bothered me. I picked up my pace as I ran to the trails. When I reached a couple of miles my iPod switched to Fully Alive by Flyleaf and made me run faster. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I knew I wasn't alone out hear. I stopped and looked behind me first. I couldn't see anyone at first then I saw a speck of something in the distance. I squinted a bit to see if I can make the thing out that was running behind some trees. The speck rounded the corner and my rage instantly filled to the brim at the sight of "Prince" Renard. He didn't seem to notice it was me until we were only a few feet apart. I turned back around and I started running faster. I turned my music off so I could hear how close he was getting.

His feet pounded the ground as he tried to pass me. I picked up my speed and so did he. We ran out of the park and back to the apartment still trying to out run the other. It seemed no matter how hard the other tried we couldn't pass each other not even for a second.

I was the first in the building and up the steps. By the fourth floor he was ahead of me. When we reached the twelfth floor I was ahead. When we reach his floor he was ahead again. I ran up so we were shoulder to shoulder again as we raced for the apartment door. We reach his door at the same time and rammed into each other and the door at the same time. With me being smaller then him I hit the ground. We stared at each other for a moment then started laughing. We both looked totally exhausted and we were drenched in sweat. Just the sight of the other breathing was hysterical. He held out his hand,

"Here," he chuckled. I took his hand and he pulled me up. He unlocked the door and we walked in. he went straight to the kitchen and got two mugs for coffee. He poured the hot liquid in to the mugs and pushed one over to me.

"Thanks," I said breathlessly and I took the hot drink. When I took my first sip was when I realized what Renard was wearing as his work out cloths. A single pair of black basketball shorts and grey running shoes. He had no shirt on so I could see how ripped the man was. I swear the Prince/Captain was just solid muscle and nothing else. I put my mug down a little too hard on the granite counter and cleared my throat. "I'm going to take a shower," I left before he could say anything.

(Renard's POV)

I took a drink of my coffee and slid the second mug over to Terra.

"Thanks," she said and took the mug. I took another drink and I notice how nicely her body was shaped. She was turning from that skeleton girl I first met to a nicely curved women. I noted her muscle tone that was nicely forming under her skin. My eyes traveled up to her breasts. When she put her mug down I looked away. "'I'm going to take a shower," She said and turned away. When she was in the bathroom I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose.

What the hell is wrong with me? I thought.

~OO~

The ride to the shop and the precinct wasn't very long in fact it was a fast ride. Terra had gotten out without a word and opened up the shop. When I got to work the entire office was covered in red and pink. I was usually the first one here and stopping the festive decorating but this time I was beaten to work. I walked into my office and was slightly horrible that it had been hit too.

"I'm going to kill someone," I grumbled and tour down the decorations in my office. Sargent Wu came into my office as I tore down a heart and ripped it in half.

"Not a big fan of V day I guess," he commented.

"What do you need?"

"We arrested a guy this morning who had a possession of one of the girls that was taken," He handed me a picture of a guy and a small evidence bag with a silver necklace that had a dragon pendant on the chain. "Twenty-nine year old Evan Perkins"

"What did you get him for?" I asked.

"He was beating his girlfriend in front of her house,"

"They don't live together?"

"No she's an eighteen year old kid that's still in high school," He handed me more photos this time of the girl.

"God," I looked at the photos of the girl. She was small in many ways with large brown eyes with black hair streaked with red. She was covered in bruises and large gashes on her body.

"We believe he came at her with a knife but one wasn't recovered at the scene," I sighed. I think I knew why that was.

"Where is he now?"

"The interrogation room Detective Griffin is about to go in," I nodded and dismissed him. I walked out of my office and straight to Hank who was getting up out of his chair.

"Are you going into the interrogation room?" I asked him

"Yeah why?"

"I think this man might be a Klaustreich,"

"A wesen? How are you sure?"

"I'm not but I'm the only one who can see a fellow wesen until Nick get back,"

"Alright lead the way,"

~OO~

"I told you for the last damn time I found the necklace on the street and decided to give it to my girl!" Evan was furious but he hadn't woged yet. "She likes dragons and I thought since its valentine's day why not,"

"What about beating her half to death?" that's when he woged.

"She shut the door in my face and told me it was over," he looked at me. "I'm pretty sure a Zauberbiest can understand what I had to do next," he looked at hank as he changed back.

"Klaustreich?" hank asked in a locked glare with him.

"Exactly," I left the room and turned to the officer by the door. "Lock him back up he confessed into beating his eighteen year old girlfriend," Renard looked back and Evan rolled his eyes because of his big mouth.

(Terra's Pov)

I closed the shop early because no one had come in for the past couple of hours. Also the performance herb was completely out of stock. So I decided to get some coffee and bring it to the precinct. I figures Hank and sergeant Wu would be happy and maybe even Renard. Luckily I remembered the order list so I wouldn't have to guess.

Climbing the steps was easier with only three cups of coffee. When I reach the right floor I was immediately met with the face of Captain Renard further down the hall. He came out of the door of the interrogation room and said something to the officer standing by the door. As I got closer a man in hand cuffs came out of the room. I stopped instantly in my tracks when he looked at me. I remembered him.

The man smiled at me as he remembered me. He Woged and I lost it. Renard must have realized something was wrong because the last thing I heard from the real world was.

"Get him out of here!" and his voice sounded Miles away.

"Terra?" I heard a voice I wanted to forget but was right there…. I was right there. Back in the trailer mouth tapped shut with my hands and feet tided so I couldn't get away. I felt a hand on me and I knew it had to have been my foster brothers. I started screaming as I saw his face. I screamed louder as the man in the hallway's face appeared in its younger form. I begged and screamed for them to let me go and to leave me alone but they just laughed. I tried breaking loose but it felt like the rope the around my hand and ankles grew tighter. I felt them touching me and hurting me again. I heard them laughing as I screamed. "Terra" I heard them say my name. I closed my eyes tight but it was no use I could still see them. I started crying because they were going to do it me again.

I started to feel only one pair of hands were on me now. "Terra?" I heard a familiar voice but that I couldn't place. I soon started to realize how gentle the hands were being like they were afraid to break me. The images started to fade away as the new voice grew louder. "Terra?" I knew the voice was also softer then it was usually was. "Terra, its okay" the soft voice said. "Terra open your eyes," the voice was starting to grow louder but the other voices was still over powering it.

"Look at me you little bitch!" A voice screamed at me. I didn't want to open my eyes because I was afraid I would be with him again and not the softer voice.

"Terra, its okay pleas open your eyes," I was still scared but a part of me wanted to trust the softer voice. While the other part knew it couldn't be trusted. "Terra" I slowly opened my eyes and was met with familiar green eyes of Captain Renard. For the first time I since I'd known him he showed an emotion besides annoyance to me. And for the first time I showed a feeling I had been suppressing since I was fifteen and I had done something I hadn't done since I was six, I cried. I was crying so hard and I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried in to his shoulder. "its okay" he said and rubbed small circles on my back. I started shaking when I closed my eyes again. "It's okay" he cooed again. His touch and Sent made it feel like it going to be okay.

"Please don't let go," I begged when I felt his grip loosen around me. He said nothing and his arms tightened around me.

"Terra what happened?" He asked me. I kept my mouth shut but I decided it was about time for someone to hear the real story.

"He and my foster brother hurt me," Renard pulled away.

"What?" his eyes were full of concern as he looked at me. "How did they hurt you?" I looked away from him and held back my tears. I pulled my shirt over my abdomen and showed him my scars that started there and went up my back.

"Why isn't this incident in either of your records?" He asked me.

"Then I would be my word against a biological's…" I looked him in the eyes. "A Grimm's versus a Wesen's" Renard was full on cop right now as he asked me these questions.

"Did they sexually assault you?" he asked. I nodded and almost broke down in tears again. Renard nodded then pulled me into his arms. My face was in his chest and I started crying again. "How did he know your foster brother?" he asked me.

"Their best friends and cousins," He nodded.

"How long ago did this happen?" he asked as he pulled away.

"Five years ago. I was fifteen," Renard looked up set by this.

"And how old were they?"

"Matt my foster brother was nineteen and Evan was twenty four," Renard nodded.

"I need you to fill out a report about this okay," I nodded. He stood up and turned to leave his office (which I just realized we were in)

"Renard" he stopped and looked back at me "Tell anyone about me crying like this and I spike your next cup of coffee with Grimm blood," I told him. He simply nodded and he left his office

(Renard's pov)

"Detective Burkhart?" Nick picked up his phone.

"Terra was Attacked by two Klaustreich," I told him.

"Is she okay?" he asked in a panicked tone.

"When she was fifteen," I explained. "That's was she had an episode here at the precinct when she ran into one of the guys that hurt her,"

"Where is she now?"

"Her room," I looked at the guest room door was she was resting.

"How is she?" he asked.

"Shaken up but fine"

"What was this guy doing there anyways?"

"Suspect for our case and he beat his eighteen year old girl friend when she said it was over,"

"Oh god,"

"Yeah I really hate Klaustreich"

"Do you want to come back?" he asked.

"No we have it under control," I told him.

"Are you sure Terra is okay?" he asked.

"She's resting," I told him "enjoy the rest of your weekend," he hung up. I walked over to Terra's room and opened the door just a crack. She was facing the door so I could see her sleeping. She looked peaceful as she snored softly and drooled a little.

After all the years I had served as a police officer I always hated stories like hers. Kids and women were things that always stuck in my mind. Terra was a kid that didn't trust anyone to tell what happened to her. I had seen that a lot too. It was the worst part of my job.

I closed the door and got myself a drink. I sat down on the couch and I kept and I on her door. I opened both her file and Perkins' file. I looked through them both had bit of a rap sheet his had more serious crimes then hers. His was full of assault charges and sexual assault. Terra's was just stealing either wallets off of people or food from convenient stores. Everything Terra had done screamed she was trying to survive while Evan was just a typical Klaustreich.

I looked father back into Terra's file. Her parents had her at nineteen and if they both were alive they would be my age. Her father was a solider and died in combat before she was born. Her mother died in a car accident when she was six. I flipped through the pages in her file and ran into a few mug shots of hers ranging from the ages of fourteen to nineteen. Some pictures she had bruises and others didn't and all showed her thinning out to the walking skeleton that I first met. But in each one her silver eyes screamed sadness, anger but most of all pain. Her eyes still said that now and all I wanted to do was make sure she would never feel it again.


In the words of Balthazar from supernatural "awkward" the age difference thing is very awkward. Also I think I may have given Renard a drinking problem. That was very unintended.