Here's the next update, I hope you all enjoy it and by the way there is a flashback in this chapter that reveals a lot more information but still not the information that I know a lot of you are still anxious to learn.

BTW, I just recently realized in the last few chapters that I have been spelling Endeizechen Grimm Endeischen Grimm, which I have corrected in this chapter in case anyone is confused by the change in spelling. And another thing, Juliette is in this chapter at the very beginning but only because I figured it was required that she show up again at some point to express concern for her missing boyfriend.

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Enjoy!

When Hank returned to the station bull pen he was surprised to find Juliette waiting for him at Nick's desk, a worried look on her face as she stared at her phone, likely waiting for a text or call from Nick.

He shouldn't be so surprised that she would show up at the station looking for her boyfriend, but contacting her hadn't even crossed his mind as him and Monroe read book over book looking for information that would help them find and save Nick.

Seeing him approach Juliette put her phone away and quickly met him in the middle of the room, "Hank I've been trying to call Nick for hours and he isn't picking up or returning any of my calls. He didn't come home last night and all these officers are looking at me with pity and concern that it's got me thinking some really bad things so just tell me what's going on, right now!" she ordered, the frantic wild look in her eyes making him feel all the more guilty for not calling her sooner.

Placing his hands on her shoulders he tried to soothe her, but it was really no use seeing as the news he was about to deliver.

"Juliette, Nick…Nick was kidnapped last night by a killer that we've been investigating" he delivered, the words had been caught in his throat like a kernel of popcorn but once the words had managed to slither out there was no relief, only more pain at the coming reaction.

Tears filled her eyes and she couldn't keep in the gasping breaths that escaped her, her hand coming to cover her mouth in shock at what she had just heard. She shook her head, denial and fear coursing through her.

"Oh god" she whimpered, involuntarily collapsing into the chair behind her, her hands shook as she struggled to accept what she had just been told.

Hank wheeled his chair over and sat down across from her, taking her still shaking hands into his own to offer as much comfort as he could. It wasn't much considering what was going on but he could tell she appreciated it by the way she gently squeezed his hands back.

"We're going to find him Juliette, I promise you" he assured her, hating to see her like this.

She couldn't help the small scoff that escaped her.

"You and I both know what those chances are, especially considering he's a cop" she retorted, looking away from and over to the kitchen area where she briefly met the eyes of some of the police officers who quickly looked away, having been caught in their pitiful staring at the distraught girlfriend of one of their own.

Hank gulped, taking a moment to look down then back up at her.

"We are going to find him" he reiterated, he purposefully left out what state that would be in because he honestly didn't know and he didn't want to voice what they both feared.

She nodded, the fear and sadness remained in her eyes though as she slowly removed her hands from his and used the back of her hand to wipe at her eyes, her makeup long since smeared.

Figuring she could definitely use some he handed her a box of tissue off his desk and waited in silence as she thanked him then dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose a few times. When she was done she wadded the tissue up and threw it away in the trash bin beside her.

"Do you have any leads? Anything at all?" she asked, her voice a little raspy from the crying.

Hank bit the inside of his mouth. There were two different routes he could go with this question. The first one was the truth as far as the police station was concerned, that they had no concrete leads as to the identity of the killer and now kidnapper. The other was the entire truth, the route that converged Nick's life as a Grimm and the world that had no idea about the supernatural in the world.

If he told Juliette the second one there was high doubt that she wouldn't believe him and could even become angry with him. The chances of her believing him were exponentially low and at a time like this, without any proof at his side, he would likely be doing more harm than good. There was also the matter that it wasn't his secret to tell, it was Nick's and consequently every living wesen's.

No, his best option was to go with the first truth, or rather a half truth.

"At the moment we don't have much to go on" she inhaled sharply, her eyes looking upward towards the light to ward off stinging tears.

"But we are going over every scene with a fine tooth comb and the moment we have anything I promise I will call you" he promised, knowing it wasn't but still hoping that she could take some comfort from his words.

"I know you are, I guess it's just hard to believe that something like this could be happening" inhaling a shaky breath nervously started to play with her bracelet, the beads rattling with each move.

Coming to a decision he rose from his chair, "how about you head on home, or to a friend's house maybe and I'll call you once we have anything new" he suggested, looking down at her.

Seeming to be debating for a moment she slowly rose from the chair and nodded, her eyes looking down at the floor as she spoke.

"Yeah, I'll go stay with my friend Lisa" her voice was small as she sidestepped him and headed for the door, never turning once to look back as she left the bullpen for her car.

When she was out of sight Hank breathed a sigh of relief and, wheeling his chair back to his desk, sat down and sighed in exhaustion and dread. He honestly didn't know what to do from here other than wait for Monroe's call to tell him whether or not Rosalee knew anything.

~break~

Sean had watched the discussion between Hank and Juliette in quiet seclusion from his office, his eyes reading their lips as they spoke in hopes of finding out what information, if any, that Hank was going to share which turned out to be only the facts that the police themselves had, so in all nothing useful.

Once Juliette had left Sean righted his blinds and went back over to his desk to stand in front of his window, the curtain drawn and the blinds up to show him his city that had died down as nighttime deepened. Looking down at his wristwatch he saw that it was nearing midnight, the witching hour and his own thought filled him with dread.

It was past time for a lot of his officers to go home, most of their shifts having ended two to three hours ago, especially that of Detective Griffin but just as he was heading for the door his private phone rang from inside his desk drawer.

Putting his plan on hold he bent down and pulled the drawer open, the ring of the phone becoming louder as the muffle of the desk was taken away. Picking the phone up he answered, not bothering to look at the caller id.

"Renard"

"Sir, I have more of the information you requested" his contact answered, his voice echoing as if he was in a subway or something.

His attention grabbed Sean sat down in his chair, his ears perked in attention.

"What have you found?" he worked to keep his voice neutral, not wanting to show how eager he was at the news, it wouldn't do to show how anxious he had been even if the person he was communicating with was an ally.

"I looked everywhere and I'm not sure if it's related but on May 31 1969 a man from the village over went missing during the night and his mother claimed that he was taken by "hooded demons that covered their faces with darkness." When they finally found him three nights later it was in the woods he was lying against a tree, both his wrists had been slit, a chest wound that was likely from a knife and a G of some sort had been drawn onto his forehead in his blood. Needless to say he was dead and the authorities never caught the murder or murderers" he relayed.

There was very little doubt in his mind about the murderers from that event were Endeizechen Grimm but the information he had been given still didn't tell him the reason as to why.

"Did you find out the significance of that day? Moon cycles, star formations, anything like that?" he questioned, hopeful that he had thought of looking into that.

He could hear the sound of crumpling paper on the other end and waited impatiently for the other man to speak. His fingers impatiently tapped in a spasmic rhythm, his anxiety building up in coils that clenched his every nerve.

"Yes, I thought of that sir and I looked into it and there was a blue moon that night"

Sean's throat went dry and he had to readjust his grip on the phone.

"You're sure it was a blue moon?" he questioned, not having time to mistakes.

"I'm sure sir why does that mean something to you?"

"I'll have to call you back, good work" before the man could get another phrase out he ended the call and dropped his phone on his desk, the device skittering a little across the wood surface before coming to a stop near the right edge of the desk.

Following his contracting gut he turned on his computer and went to his officer's database where he looked up Nicholas Burkhardt's personnel file where his eyes immediately dived down to the date of birth.

March 31st 1981

Minimizing the page he went to the internet and looked up the next blue moon date and what he found confirmed his fears.

Not only was there a blue moon due in a few days but it just so happened to land on Nick's 33rd birthday.

No, no this was not good at all. If his suspicions were correct then Nick was in serious trouble and if he didn't save him soon then not only Portland would be in trouble but potentially the world as well.

~GRIMM~

She twirled the dagger in her hand, the blade shining each time it hit the stripe of light from the few sources of light in the trailer.

"Almost 28 years ago I was betrayed by the one person I trusted the most in the world…"

Flashback

In a small smoke filled Romanian bar that was filled with drunken laughter and loud often lewd language in the foreign language known as Romanian.

Going on behind the loud conversations and consumption of alcohol in a private room in the back that was hidden behind an old wooden door marked private was a meeting of the oldest and most respected clan of Romanian Endeizechen Grimm and the purpose behind the gathering was world changing.

(Conversation taking place is spoken in Romanian but I have written it in English to make it easier to read)

"There is no doubt that this is a most joyous occasion but we must remember what has to occur during the coming years" an older man spoke, his voice raspy but filled with great conviction.

There were murmurs of agreement, no one in doubt that this was true.

"Of course, no one is disagreeing with you but my only concern is whether we should take greater care in hiding the boy until he is of age to be trained. There are many wesen who have the capabilities to become aware of the boy's destiny and who will hunt him down and kill him to prevent us from fulfilling it" another man, younger than the first, who looked around at the three people who surrounded him.

"We need to take him underground now. He's almost at the age where he can start his training, I say the sooner we have him in a secure location the better" a third voice, this time a female added.

There was a knock at the door and the table silenced as the second male voice rose from the table and slid the square peephole open to see who the knocker was before sliding the opening shut and opening the door. A young woman carrying a tray of shot glasses silently entered the room and she quietly set the glasses down in front of the room's occupants and exited without a word.

The drinks were left untouched as the meeting continued.

"I agree" the final voice, also female and the one who had the greatest stake at his meeting spoke and all turned to her, waiting to hear what else she had to say.

"We'll leave tonight and as soon as he is of age his training will begin" her voice left no room for argument and all gave their agreements.

A few moments of silence went by before the oldest male spoke again, "then it is decided, young Nicholas will be sent to one of our underground camps until he is of age to start his training. Now, shall we all raise our glasses and toast for the resplendent future of our clan" each picked up a shot glass and raised it in the air before knocking their drinks back.

Having come to a decision the small group stood from the table and filed out of the room.

~break~

Arriving home Kelly walked up the steps to her small two bedroom home and took out her key, the sound of laughter reaching her ears as she opened the door and stepped inside, she could smell freshly baked cookies the further she entered the house and she came to a stop in the entry way to the living room.

She watched in silence as her sister Marie played with her son on the floor with the train set Marie had gotten him for his 5th birthday, their laughter bringing no smile or even a twitch to her neutral face.

"Marie"

At hearing her name her sister looked up and met her gaze, her smile immediately wiping off her face at the serious look she was at the receiving end of.

Looking away Marie averted her gaze to her nephew and addressed him, "hey Nicky, I have to talk to your mommy right now but I'll back in a few minutes, can you be a good boy while we're busy?"

Receiving a quiet nod Marie rose from the floor and followed Kelly into the kitchen area, a playing Nicky remaining in their sights.

"What's going on?" Marie questioned, sensing the unvoiced tension Kelly had entered the house with.

"We're leaving tonight. I met with the heads and we've agreed that it would be best to relocate Nicholas to one of the underground camps until he is of age to be trained" Kelly stated, her voice unwavering as she watched her sister's reaction.

Marie scoffed and shook her head, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"He's just a little boy, you can't just uproot him like this! He won't understand what's going on, please just reconsider this" she pleaded, not wanting to see her nephew carted off to some goddamn 'camp'.

"The decision has been made and it is final. Until he is of age to be trained he cannot defend himself and with his destiny-"

"Destiny? Will you listen to yourself, this is your son we're talking about not some mythical warrior! He is just a child, your child and yet you talk so easily about sending him away to be molded and broken down in the way same ways that we were, you can't seriously want that for him" Marie's voice was choked with unshed tears, wishing and praying with all her heart that her sister would see reason and break out from the unfeeling warrior that she had been crafted into.

Her rant was met with silence, and the stillness was only filled with the breaths that passed between them and the muffled clanking of the toy trains.

Her eyes narrowing Kelly responded, "I am doing this FOR him, how can you stand in the way of his destiny, of this clan's destiny? Nicholas is meant for greatness and he will complete it. I can hardly look at you right now let alone believe that you are truly my sister" her voice was filled with disgust, and the words were hitting Marie like a barrage of bullets aimed straight for her heart.

"I am trying to protect him, to protect him from turning into… into THEM, into you. That's why I can't let you take him, I swear to you with my last dying breath that I will do whatever it takes to stop you. At one point you may have been my sister, but she's dead, she died the minute you left for your 'training'" Marie hissed, she made to move past her but Kelly blocked her path, her posture rigid and ready to pounce.

"Get out of my way" Marie ordered, her voice low and filled with unveiled threat.

"You're not going anywhere" Kelly retorted, her hands twitching at her side in anticipation.

A breath of silence and rootedness passed, the air filling with the crackling energy that was soon to hit like a sonic boom and the fallout would leave both parties cracked beyond repair.

Both moved at the same time, their movements as fluid as water with all parts of their body. Kelly lashed out with her fists, her aim for all the vulnerable areas being knocked away by Marie's blocks.

Changing tactics Kelly kicked out with her foot and managed to deliver a staggering blow to the back of Marie's legs, the force causing her to involuntarily to bend forward and be susceptible to the elbow that was harshly delivered to her back that sent her crumpling to the linoleum floor. Though her attacked muscles were vibrating in pain Marie managed to flip herself around before Kelly could get in another punch and raised her legs to ram her feet into her stomach.

With the few seconds that gave her Marie pulled herself up from the floor and managed a few steps back towards the living room she was grabbed from behind, Kelly's arm wrapping around her neck, cutting off her air supply but only amplifying her strength to win the fight. Not letting her mind panic at the lack of air her nails digging into the arm around her throat she used the limited space to throw her head back and felt the back of her skull make contact with Kelly's face and she heard a groan of pain as she was released from the hold.

Taking a step, continuing to get closer to the door Kelly once again managed to stop her, but this time it was by grabbing ahold of the collar of the shirt she wore and yanked Marie back so harshly that Kelly stepped out of the way and allowed her to smack back into the breakfast bar. Before she could protect herself Kelly was on her again, this time her hands wrapped around her throat but they were not hard enough to cut off her oxygen more just to keep her in place as she leaned down and spoke to her.

"You are no longer my sister, you are no Endeizechen Grimm; you are a disgrace to everything we stand for! Now listen, I am taking my son and we are going to the camp and there is nothing you can do to stop me and I'm going to make sure that you can't stop us from fulfilling his destiny" one of her hands remained at her throat, her grip increasing due to the loss of anchor and reached into her back pocket and pulled out her pocket knife, the wicked blade whipping out with a flick of her wrist.

Just as she was about to slice her neck open a voice stopped her, "momma?"

Her concentration lapsing for just a split second Marie took advantage of it frantically grappled around the breakfast bar until her hand came into contact with something, her fingers curling around it and using all her strength she rammed the object into the side of her face, the glass shattering on impact and gouging into her skin but most noticeably in a C formation around her left eye.

Seeing that she was still standing Marie carried out the final blow with a vicious well-aimed punch to the face that instantaneously knocking her out even before she hit the ground.

End Flashback

"When I woke up both of you were gone. I tracked her movements for months but she was always five steps ahead of me and it wasn't long before you both just vanished, no trail, no evidence at all that you or her even existed and none of my contacts in all parts of the world could give me anything. It was years before I found her trail again, 2 years ago in fact, right here in Portland. Sure she was going by a different name now but I knew it was her, and by that time she was already dead so I was denied the privilege and the right to kill her myself" she finished, the look on her face enough to make Nick's very soul tremble in unease.

She had been right, it was incredibly hard for Nick to accept what he had just been told. How could he believe that his own mother was willing to send him away to some underground camp where he would be molded and brainwashed into the perfect warrior. Mothers were supposed to protect their child at all cost, love them unconditionally but instead she had muted all of her maternal instincts all for the cause of "fulfilling his destiny". But looking into her eyes, listening to her speak he knew that she was speaking the truth.

"That's why she moved us around so often, she did it to protect me from you" he whispered, puzzle pieces finally coming together.

She shook her head, "no, she did it to stop us from going to the next level, from achieving your destiny! That cățea (bitch) she was a traitor to OUR clan. Because of her you were not trained properly, you were not aware of the sacred destiny that you have to fulfill and it is because of her you are nowhere near ready for what is to come"

Nick met her nearly fanatic gaze, the words he wanted to express lodged deep in his throat. He couldn't believe that this woman was actually his mother. It frightened and disgusted him that her DNA flowed through his veins, that he shared anything with this woman made his skin crawl and the urge to vomit was almost too strong.

"What is to come? What entails my so called 'destiny?' Are you going to sacrifice me to some fucked up god?! I mean since I seem to be so important here I think I have the right to know what exactly you plan on doing with me" his voice was raw with anger and his manacled hands made violent jerks in her direction that only served to dig into his wrists and the blood from the still bleeding cut on his palm to drop onto the floor.

"You'll understand soon enough why this has to happen. Isaiah!" she called out.

He heard the door behind him open and was soon grabbed from behind by whom he guessed to be Isaiah who started to pull him out of the trailer. Nick struggled with everything in him but with his hands bound and the brute strength of Isaiah's arms restraining him all he could accomplish was spastic jerks and kicks.

"Whatever your planning, just know this, Come hell or water I swear to God I'll stop you!" he growled as he was lugged out of the trailer and back towards the tent he had woken up in.

The eyes of the Endeizechen Grimm followed him as he was dragged across the camp, their eyes void of emotion as they watched their progress right up until Nick and Isaiah disappeared into the tent.

Wasting no time Isaiah somehow managed to keep him still long enough to reattach the chain to the manacles but instead of sitting back down in the chair he forced Nick to follow him over to a beam-like structure and tossed the end of the chain over the top of the structure where it landed on the ground on the other side. Isaiah pushed him up against the board then walked around him to pick up the chain and pulled forward, forcing Nick's arms to raise to a painful height that was on the verge of dislocating his shoulders and his feet to dangle 5 inches off the ground.

Keeping a grip on the chain Isaiah picked up the spike that was close by and bending down he placed the spike through one of the holes in the chain then picked up a nearby mallet and pounded the spike deep into the ground with three well aimed strikes.

Nick glared at Isaiah as he walked back to face him, the smirk on the man's face increasing the extreme hatred that he felt for the man.

"You should get some rest, you're going to need it for tomorrow" with that Isaiah turned and walked away, the amusing sound of Nick cursing him out made his smirk widen and the thrill of the following days to seem all the sweeter.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this update and are all riled up for the next one. Please review, because as you've no doubt noticed I am a review addict, so please, please review because it really makes me feel good about this story.