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"How the hell!?" Angelina jumped out of her chair fast enough to send it crashing into the counter of his kitchen, a good ten feet.

Gregory just looked tired. He would have to go to Pottery Barn to get some more chairs if Angelina was staying. He waved a hand. Minna took a breath.

"You look at the photos for only a second. Then you look away, angry. You growl at me in a way that seems more than out of the ordinary. You are angry it involves a Grimm. I can only say from the look on Gregory's face when you whispered to him that a family member is dead. And it involves a Grimm. However, from the look on your face now, the Grimm wasn't the killer. It was something else. I assume it was a bauerschwien, since you two don't have good history and you have had run-ins with law enforcement." She took another look.

"You have been on the run for a few weeks. You either room with people you know or borrow money to get a place. The last hotel you stayed at was at most two stars. Your hair, though nicely arranged, has the sheen of hotel soap build up. You are a carnivore as I can tell by your order and the blood stain on your sleeve. Rare steak?" Minna eagerly looked for a response. A nod was all she got for her trouble.

"Jedi mind tricks," Angelina hissed. But she found what remained of her chair and sat.

"More like Sherlock mind tricks," Gregory offered. Cable had managed to hook him up with On Demand movies.

Minna's face brightened. Angelina sighed a "he's addicted to crime novels" sigh and glanced at the Grimm. "Granada failed you?"

"No. I mean the RDJ one." That earned another sigh. This one was a little more of a "yep, he's gone and done it."

"Just don't turn into Uncle Martin." Minna raised an eyebrow.

"He fell for a Grimm, almost lost his head in the process," Gregory supplied.

"We don't talk about it," Angelina noted pointedly.

Minna just stared between them. "It was the weider church that ended your happy relationship."

They glanced at her. All their history, just like that. "Yeah."

Gregory guessed it was time to tell Angelina what he hadn't told her before. "I didn't want to join at first. I saw Marie Kessler. She was terrifying. I jumped right on the boat." Angelina looked at him with a new sense of being. She waited a few moments before speaking.

"Kessler?" He nodded. He had been fifteen at the time. Not the best time to decide something for the rest of your life, but she was just that scary. Angelina seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"She's dead." Minna looked pained.

"Grimm?" Angelina seemed to have re-noticed her.

"Yeah. There's one up north. Burkhardt." That was another Grimm family line. There were the traditional Burkhardts and a Grimm line that Angelina seemed to know. "What's your name?"

"Minna Viveca."

Angelina smirked. "Wiped out. You're not the last but probably going to be the only one still alive at twenty," she glanced at Gregory, who was squeezing his fork a bit harder than necessary, "If he has anything to say about it, that is."

Minna nodded solemnly. "You said something about Monroe?" The look on her face told she realized she stepped on a land mine.

Angelina flipped her hair. "Don't worry about it. He's just my back stabbing ex. He traded my in for a GRIMM!"

Minna inclined her head. "I can imagine your anger."

"Of course!" Angelina broke into a rant about how Monroe and his backstabbing ways were going to end with a Grimm taking over Portland and her never getting to go back and visit Hap's grave. That and how the whole bloody church was an idiotic set up that brain washed wesen of their history and being. Then came a torrent of insults to the Grimm. There were a few about his stupid jacket and his boy band hair. It was better articulated that expected.

Gregory realized breaking out a bottle of wine wasn't wise around Angelina so he didn't and Minna just listened, soaking up the information.

"I have to see it for myself." Minna remarked, "A Grimm and a blutbad? Really?"

Angelina looked puzzled. "Yeah, it's beyond stupid." She looked between the two of them.

"I think so too in the current climate. Far too messy," Minna concurred. She made for the kitchen with their dishes.

"I'll load the dish washer. You paid for dinner," Gregory muttered following her.

She smiled. "Thank you."

Angelina peeked in. "What was all that about the rope any way?" She looked at the chair still in the middle of his living room with disdain.

Gregory offered, "We were reenacting a crime scene."

Angelina rolled her eyes. She picked up a photo. "You know, you tied the knots backwards."

Minna blinked.

"Gregory, I'll let myself out." She was out of the kitchen in a moment.

"Minna?" She was already in the hall, forgetting to close the door.

"The scent is hot!" he heard the distant patter of footsteps as she took the stairs instead of the elevator.

"Minna?" There was no sound.

"She'll be back eventually. She always comes back," he muttered. The station was her favorite place to be after all.

"Do you still like cheesecake?"

Angelina nodded looking peeved but not as angry. "Save me the strawberry one. I have to make a call."

Gregory got out the plates and served the multi-colored and multi-flavored cheesecake. Belatedly, he realized he had served three. A strawberry one, a plain one, and a coffee flavored one. He put the coffee one in the freezer.

"Who knows?"