Harry froze on his back porch and stared blankly at one of the trees on the edge of his property around fifty feet away. He swore that he had just seen a face peeking from behind it before whoever it was had quickly ducked back behind the Pine tree. He waited a few moments and watched as the being peaked around the tree again looking about cautiously. It was most definitely a person… He examined as the individual who he could now see was a male tilted his head up as if sniffing the air and quickly ran to another tree that was a little closer to Harry's house. Harry watched as the guy ran from tree to tree carefully looking about from behind each one slowly and edging closer to his house in the process. He watched one eyebrow gradually raising in the process with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. Did this man honestly think that Harry couldn't see him? It wasn't like the guy was being very covert in his bright yellow and blue checkered sweater vest. The trees around the guy made a background of green and brown the man wasn't blending in at all. Honestly advanced death sight or not Harry would have to be blind not to see this guy!

What was this guy doing out here anyway? It was around 6:00AM in the morning. Harry guessed that some people might like to take advantage of the crisp morning air by taking a jog but there were no walking paths around his house for at least two miles so this guy was way off course. Maybe he was lost? He wasn't a threat Harry new at least that much since he has set up wards at least a hundred feet away from the property. They would have kept a person who had any ill intention far from the house by forcefully ejecting them. This man had made it fifty feet in so he clearly did not have any ill will towards Harry. But still he seemed awfully suspicious as if he was up to something… Maybe not something threating or harmful. But something no less…

When the guy was around twenty feet away Harry cleared his throat, and called out. "Hello, can I help you?"

The man seemed to freeze in mid step his eyes widening and his muscles locking. Harry could swear that guy had stopped breathing. Harry not knowing what to do with this person called out again. "Are you lost? Do you need me to call someone?" He man turned towards harry with a bug-eyed look and just stared for a few moments mouth moving but no sound coming out. Harry paused and looked over the man maybe he was an escapee from an intuition of some sort? The poor guy was acting like he had never seen another person before in his life.

Right when Harry was about to give up and call Dobby and ask him to come outside and help with the guy. The man seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had been in. "H-Hello, I'm sorry but it seems that I have gotten myself a bit lost. I was on one of the trails taking a morning walk when I saw a deer and followed it in hopes of getting a better look. But I wasn't keeping track of where I was going and I seemed to have gotten turned around along the way. I hope that I haven't disturbed you."

Harry was a bit cautious the man's story didn't feel completely right. "Well you must have followed that deer for some time. The nearest trail was around two miles back you traveled quite a bit."

The man gave a nervous smile and scratched the back of his head, "Yes well if you could just point me in the right direction to the nearest road or trail I will gladly stop bothering you and be on my way."

Harry looked the man up and down with his eyes his mind slightly torn on what to do next. Harry really couldn't in good conscious just point in a random direction and send the guy off into the woods. Judging from his behavior earlier the man seemed rather scrambled. On top of that if he was indeed telling the whole truth. (A fact that Harry still doubted) Who in their right mind followed a deer off trail into the woods for two miles without at least a water canteen if they weren't hunting, camping, or at least knew the woods well. The man had already confirmed that he had been taking a walk along one of the trails and then decided to follow the deer and there was no hunting gear anywhere on the man. The fact the guy got lost said that he was most likely unfamiliar with the woods. He could have been camping however and lost track of his campsite when he spotted the animal. But who left their camp sight to go into the woods without any supplies in a sweater vest, dress shoes and khaki pants? If the man was indeed telling the truth, he needed more help than he realized. And if he was lying well…. Harry was sure that he could take the man should he try anything. On top of that the wards did let the guy in so he couldn't be too violent.

"Well its morning and with you being so off course. I'll just drive you back, there are a lot of bears and large animals in these woods. I would hate for you to get hurt trying to find your way back." Harry looked at the man who seemed to become slightly nervous at the offer.

"Oh, well I would hate to trouble you please don't go out of your way on my account." The guy was shifting back and forth in a way that made Harry think that he might have to use the bathroom.

Harry gave a warm smile laced with a small amount of magic trying to get the seemingly nervous man to except his offer so that they could both get inside and stop standing in the crisp morning air. Refreshing as the air was it was starting to get a bit nippy. "Nonsense it's no trouble at all! It's rare that I get visitors since I live so far out into the woods. Please come join me for breakfast. After we eat I will drive you back to where you need to go. (Harry couldn't help but add) Also there is a bathroom if you need to freshen up."

"Oh well in that case thank you for your kindness." The man despite smiling seemed to sag slightly in on himself and an air of defeat could be sensed coming off of him.

Harry's beamed at the man and turned in order to begin to lead the man into his home. "My names Harry by the way. What is yours?"

The man had a slight blush of what Harry assumed to be embarrassment due to his lack of manners. Or perhaps the magic he was using in his smile was a bit too strong for the man in front of him? "My name is Monroe pleased to meet you."

CHANGE POV

Monroe was mentally cursing Nick, it was all his fault that he was in this situation! After meeting the young Grimm (Or the mini Grimm as the wesen had come to nick name him now officially known by name as Harry) Nick had become what some would say almost obsessed with him. Apparently, he had given the mini Grimm his number two weeks ago, but he hadn't gotten a call from the guy. Monroe had said that it was possible that the other Grimm had no interest in Nicks offer of a faux tour. After all it wasn't like the guy couldn't just walk in the park by himself. Nick wouldn't listen however and was convinced that the possible wesen Dobby (What kind of name was that anyway!?) was keeping the mini Grimm from contacting him. He was worried that the mini Grimm might be being held prisoner against his will or something. A theory that Monroe really doubted due to what the other Wesen around town were saying. Word was that the possible Wesen Dobby appeared to Worship the very ground that the Mini Grimm walked on. He referred to the Mini Grimm as Master and happily did anything that the Mini Grimm asked with no questions. A lot of wesen were curious as to what could cause such loyalty, of course there were rumors but most of those were just so ridiculous that Monroe refused to even acknowledge them. Nick used his police connections to find out where the mini Grimm lived. He basically begged Monroe to scout out the Grimm's house despite Monroe refusing several times in the end of course Nick won.

It all started off well enough with everything going to plan. Monroe was just going to slowly get closer to the house by edging his way bit by bit and tree by tree. Then he would see what scents he could pick up around the property (Specifically any blood, tears, hormones released during distress, etc.….) to see if any violence had taken place around the property. He had sniffed the air around the property a few times not smelling anyone or anything other than the natural decay of leaves and the scents of animals. He was more focused on using his nose since he would smell anyone long before he would see them. He got around twenty feet near the house when a voice made him stop dead in his tracks.

It was the mini Grimm but it was impossible Monroe should have been able to smell him! Monroe was so shocked that he just stared at the mini Grimm his mouth gaping like a fish. Could it be that the mini Grimm knew that he was somehow coming and prepared by hiding his scent? Monroe had heard about how the mini Grimm grew plants with strange abilities could it be that he used one to mask his scent? It took him a few awkward moments to regain control over his body and stop staring at the Grimm.

Monroe could tell that the Grimm wanted to know why he was out in the woods far from any normal walked trails. He blurted out the first story that came to mind something about a deer in the woods Monroe was so scrambled that he barely even knew what he was saying. He knew that his story must have seemed thrown together and had given up hope that this Grimm was going to let him live without a fight of some sort. He was already mentally preparing how he was going to take down the Grimm and his large counterpart if he decided to make himself known.

What Monroe did not expect was for the Grimm to offer to drive him back to where he came from. Monroe still wasn't sure if this was a trick so he attempted to turn down the offer but the Grimm gave him a warm smile and just wouldn't take no for an answer. When the Grimm invited Monroe into his home that's when Monroe really began to panic. It was all a trick he was going to get him into his home and then behead him he just knew it! But he didn't smell blood… He also didn't smell the Grimm who was standing only a few feet in front of him so the fact that it could all be a trick did not fade. However, the warm smile that the man was giving him almost seem to have a hypnotic effect. It was like he couldn't resist and before he could stop himself he felt his feet moving to follow the Grimm. Monroe was so deep in trance that he almost didn't hear when the Grimm introduced himself and asked for Monroe's name. The warm smile was still on the Grimm's face and Monroe found himself blushing for reasons that he himself could not really understand. It was like the Grimm's smile was slowly melting away his guard and forcing him to relax. What was this Grimm doing to him!? It must be some new power of some sort that the new generations of Grimm's possessed. Monroe really hoped that wasn't the case because if it was then all wesen were screwed.

"Dobby we have a guest so please prepare an extra seat at the table." Harry called to Dobby once they were both in the front door. He turned and watched as the man walked through the door way with no trouble. Well that settled it the man was not a threat to him or Dobby. The wards that were around the property a hundred feet out were strong and would eject any person with ill intent who dared attempted to enter them. But the wards around his home were a total different story they were truly devastating one might even say horrifying. But Monroe passed through with no problem so he was going to have breakfast with Harry and Dobby after all.

"Oh are we having a guest Master Harry? I wish that you would have let me known sooner so that I could have tidied up the house." Monroe jumped when the voice seemed to materialize behind him. He looked behind him and had to keep himself from flinching Nick wasn't kidding when he said that this other guy was huge. He was a monster! Monroe felt a little bit of his inner hope shrink once he realized that even if he managed to take the Grimm out he had little chance of beating the huge behemoth of a man behind him.

"Well he is a surprise guest Dobby and you know that there is not a single speck of dirt in this house. It looks amazing." Monroe watched as Harry's shoulders seemed to relax unconsciously in front of the large man behind him. So he felt comfortable with this Dobby person? Despite the fact, he could probably crush them both with one hand? (No seriously this guy's one hand could probably wrap around Monroe's head.)

"Your to kind Master Harry, I will go set another place at the table." Dobby turned away already planning what extra foods to cook for their guest.

"Feel free to sit where ever you would like." Harry led Monroe to a round table containing three chairs located in what appeared to be a kitchen.

"T-Thank you" was all that Monroe was able to stutter out as he plopped down into the closest chair to himself. He was distracted by the life like decorations on the kitchen walls. Creatures or rather what appeared to be a form of Wesen that he had never seen before were all along the walls. They were frozen in place each one doing a different activity. One was breaking bread, another was stirring something over a stove much larger than itself, Another one was holding a huge bowl full of some sort of soup, etc. The art work was so realistic that Monroe almost expected for the small creatures to jump off the painting and run towards him. Monroe was broken out of his musings when several plates of food around a foot in Hight were placed on the table in front of him. He swore that he heard the poor table in front of him creak threateningly.

"Please help yourself, as you can tell Dobby tends to make a bit too much food. You would be doing me a favor if you eat as much as you possibly can." Harry gave Monroe another one of his kinds smiles.

Monroe paused and looked at the food for a moment. It looked amazing and smelled even better. It was like the aroma was taking his very senses dancing. The thought of poison did cross his mind but he couldn't help but think that if Harry really did want to kill him he would have done it already. After all it wasn't as if he lacked help…

"This is… I can't even begin to… Wow… Just wow…" Monroe was at a loss for words. The food was like nothing he had ever tasted. It was beyond this world beyond this dimension even! He was pretty sure that even if the food was poisoned he could die happy right now.

Harry had to hide a smirk while taking a bite of his own meal. There truly was nothing like the cooking of a house elf. They were culinary master minds, sadly however this trait often was left underappreciated since years of cooking from house elves made wizards take them for granted. "It would appeared Dobby that you have once again created a masterpiece."

"Master Harry, you and your guest are truly too kind." Dobby gave a small smile and began to nibble on his own plate."

"To kind? Man you should really become a chef for a living!" Monroe was now done and had to admit he was a little ashamed of making a pig out of himself like that. He had finished around four plates of the amazing food.

"You know Dobby a hobby may be just what you need. Becoming a chef would be a nice change of pace for you." Harry beamed at Dobby holding back a chuckle when he saw a disgruntled look on Dobby's face.

"Master Harry I really have no interest in doing anything of the sort. I rather enjoy working in the plant shop." Dobby quickly began to clear all the plates on the table as if to distract himself from the current topic.

"So Monroe do you have any hobbies of your own?" Harry turned his attention back to Monroe after seeing that Dobby was successfully teased.

"W-Well its not a hobby per say more of my job really…" Monroe feeling that everyone's attention was now on him gulped.

"Oh? What type of job do you have?" Harry leaned forward slightly giving Monroe his full attention.

"W-Well you see I fix clocks. It's really not that interesting most people find it quite tedious and I would hate to bore you after you so kindly invited me in and offered me food. On top of that I was supposed to meet a friend and I should really be going." Monroe didn't really know if he should allow himself to tell the Grimm about his personal life.

"Nonsense, Dobby and I don't often receive guests living in the woods and everything. I would love to hear more about your job. If you would like however we could talk about it while I drive you home." (Harry and Dobby tended to use magic for transportation since it was faster. However Harry did buy a car for appearances.)

As Harry drove Monroe home he learned all about how clocks worked and what type of clocks were in style and what types he should never buy. Honestly Harry's head was beginning to spin from all the clock information he was receiving.

"Oh right here is fine." Monroe pointed to the police station that was on their right.

"Here? Your meeting your friend at the police station?" Harry once again began to question Monroe's mental stability or the character of this so called friend when he looked up to see Nick Burkhart waving and starting to walk over to his car.

"Yah, Nick is my good friend he's the cop who is waving and walking towards us. I actually promised to meet him today at the station." Monroe opened the car door and had one foot out.

"Ah, yes he actually came into my shop at one point to buy a plant for his boss." Harry smiled and waved back at the approaching Nick. A part of Harry wanted to just drive away. ever since Dobby said that he didn't trust the officer Harry had dropped the man from his mind and was content to ignore his offer for a tour. However here he was about to have what looked to be a akward conversation with the man who he had snuffed. Harry gave a mental sigh and resisted the urge to roll up the windows and lock the doors. Looks like he wasn't getting gout of this one.