(Renard's POV (Saturday))

I walked into the interrogation room where Evan Perkins was beginning held.

"How many times do I have to say I found the necklace?" he seemed very cocky.

"How many time do I have to say I don't believe you?" I said back to him.

"Look were both wesen here so cut me some slack," he gave me a cocky half smile.

"You beat your eighteen year old girl friend and rapped a fifteen year old girl!" I was so angry I woged. I knew if any of my officers came in they would see my face. Perkins looked at me. His face didn't changed but his eyes did. I knew that he had done what Terra had said he'd done.

"I didn't touch her," he sounded especially cocky. "I've never even seen that girl before,"

"How do you know who I'm talking about," I stood behind him and woged back to my normal face.

"The girl with the blonde hair?" he looked at me. "I saw how she reacted to me and I saw how you reacted to her," his cocky smirk seemed to grow a little. "Kind of hard not to notice her freaking out and you trying to avoid her little episode," he looked away from me.

"You've said you have never seen her before?" I set a five year old photo in front of him. The photo was in someone's back yard or garden and everyone in the photo raged from the ages of one and twenty-four. "This family photo says otherwise," he looked at the photo. It was around a holiday that I couldn't really tell which. "There's Terra," I pointed to a Fifteen year old girl in a powder blue blouse and naturally curly dirty blonde hair and torn up jeans. Terra wasn't smiling in the picture she actually looked sad. "And there's you," I pointed to a younger Evan with an arm around a younger male. He had the same cocky smirk that he had on now.

"My aunt and Uncle took a lot of foster kids in. it's kind of hard to remember them all," he smiled.

"I saw how you looked at her yesterday," I put my hands on the table. "You remembered her," he looked at me with that same smirk that I was about ready to rip off his face.

"I think I'm starting to remember now," he said in a cocky/teasing tone. "Terra was the bat shit crazy one wasn't she?" he chuckled and his cocky smirk turned to a cocky grin. "Always lying making up stories about seeing monsters," he looked me in the eye. "But we both know that she was really a Grimm and a crazy one at that,"

"She's not crazy," my voice sounded dangerous.

"Now that's a lie" he chuckled again. "She is indeed crazy. You saw how she flipped out when she saw me and started screaming and thinking she was surrounded by monsters,"

"That's because she has PTSD" I glared at him.

"Putting a name to it doesn't make her any less of a psychopath,"

"You know Terra has made friends with some interesting people," I said. "A women who can name a few hundreds of different poisons at the top of her head," Evan kept his eyes down. "Another Grimm and most importantly a royal," his jaw clenched.

"Are you threatening me captain?"

"Not as a captain," He looked at me.

"As what?" he was getting angry. "A filthy half-blood? Or as the Royal bastard that no one respects?" I woged again. He woged and growled at me. I turned away and let my face turn back. I reached for the door as he yelled.

"Your kind should be wiped off the earth!"

"My kind?" I turned back to him.

"Half breeds," he smirked. I fought the urge to smash his face into the metal table in front of him. I opened the door and walked out of the room.

"Take him back to the holding cell," I ordered an officer.

I walked down the hall to my office. Many of my officers avoided me because they seemed to know how angry I was. When I got back to my office I slammed the door behind me. I sat in my chair and threw the open file on my desk. I sat there trying to control my rage so I wouldn't woge on the next person that walked in my office.

"Captain!"

"What?!" I woged to the point anyone could see me. Luckily it was Hank that walked in.

"Wow," he mumbled. I let my face change back.

"Sorry,"

"Couldn't get a confession?"

"The only thing we have is him beating his girlfriend and that he knew Terra,"

"And the necklace?"

"Still saying he found it," Hank sat down in the guest chair and groaned in his hands. Hank looked up and turned the picture to see it better.

"Who could hurt a kid like her?" Hank questioned.

"I don't know she's actually a good kid," I admitted. Hank looked up at me and handed the photo over to me. "She was living with this family when she was arrested," I looked at the photo and I noticed a slight bruise on her bottom eye lid. She must have been wearing makeup to cover up a black eye. "She looks so innocent," I said as I looked at the picture.

"This the worst part of our job," Hank agreed. I put the photo back in the manila folder.

"Have you found anything on the cousin yet?" I asked.

"Last known address is in Seattle," Hank told me. I nodded

"Call Seattle PD and have them bring him down," Hank got up and left my office. I looked back at the photo of Terra. I picked it up and stared at her image and saw other things I hadn't noticed before. She was thin like they were starving her. Her silver eyes screamed "Someone save me" and she was also standing as far away from the rest of the kids in the photo as much as possible. How can anyone hurt you? I thought. She looked so innocent and almost angelic in the photo. I put the photo back down and sighed.

(Nick's Pov)

I kissed Juliette's neck and she giggled.

"Nick I'm cooking," she giggled.

"So," I smiled and let my hands glide down her sides.

"Unless you want a burnt dinner I recommend occupying your time with something other than me," she smiled. I was about to say something charming when my phone buzzed in my pocket. "Is that your phone or are you really happy to be this close to me?" she teased.

"Both," I kissed her neck again and I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

"What is it?" Juliette asked.

"It's a text from Hank," I told her. I opened the message and smiled.

"What's it about?" she had her asking is it work related face on.

"Plan working. Captain said she's actually a good kid," I smiled.

"That's good," Juliette smiled. She turned around in my arms so she was facing me and kissed me.

"I guess some alone time was good for them," I said.

"who would have thought,"

(Terra's Pov)

I sat on the leather couch with one of Nick's books with my music blared through the apartment. I was reading a passage about La Llorona when Prince Dickwad walked into the apartment.

"What are you doing here?" he asked and turned off my music.

"Living here till Nick and Juliette get back from their vacation," I said in an annoyed tone without looking up at him.

"I mean aren't you supposed to be in the shop?" I looked up at him with a confused look.

"Closing time was two hours ago," I told him. Renard looked at his watch then back up.

"Lost track of time," he simply said.

"What time did you think it was?" I asked and looked back at the book.

"Six," I looked at my watch then him.

"It's almost eleven," he took off his tie and suit jacket and flopped down on the couch with a groan.

"Difficult day?" I turned my gaze back to the book. Renard groaned again.

"We can't get Perkins to confess to the missing kids or what happened to you," he told me. I looked up at him. Renard had his head against the top of the couch cushion, his long legs were stretched out and he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Why are you trying to get him to confess to that? That happened years ago," my throat tightened when I asked him.

"Just because he got away with it then doesn't mean he will now," I looked away from him then back.

"Why?" I asked him.

"It's my job," he said without showing any emotion like normal. He looked at me with his green eyes. "Put away people like him," we sat in silence for a while.

"Want to watch a movie on Netflix?" I offered.

"Sure," He shrugged and turned on the TV. Netflix popped up on the TV. "Pick a movie, I'm going to make popcorn," I set the book on the coffee table and started searching for a movie in the classics. I looked through Netflix till I found a movie I loved.

"Charade?" Renard said from the kitchen.

"Problem?" I looked over the couch.

"No I'm just surprised you like older movies,"

"Audrey Hepburn is one of my favorite actresses," he came back with the bowl of popcorn and sat back down. "Also it was the last movie I ever watched with my mother," I looked down.

"At least you know a good movie when you see one," he said trying to lighten the mood.

"Well I love classic movies," I said and I hit play. The beginning credits started to roll after the guy fell off the train dead. Neither Renard nor I spoke as the movie play we just sat on the couch and watched Audrey do her work. We shoveled popcorn in our faces as she tried hitting on our "hero".

"Was she wesen?" I asked. As the thought popped into my head

"No sh!" he said quickly and ate another hand full of popcorn.

"How do you know?" I asked. He threw a piece of popcorn at me that bounced off the tip of my nose.

"I said sh!" I took a hand full and threw it at him. He gave me a half unamused half emotionless look. I was going to say he started it when He then took a hand full and threw it at me. Due to him being much bigger than me there was more popcorn. I gave a joking gasp and I took the bowl and dumped it on his head. A small smile broke his face. "Alright you asked for it," he said and started scooping hand fulls of popcorn off his lap and threw them at me. I took as much popcorn as I corn and threw it at him. It took both of us a moment what the weird sounds coming from our mouths was laughter. I guess neither of us had laughed in such a long time we had forgotten what it sounded like which made us laugh harder as we chucked popcorn at each other.

Renard's cell phone started ringing, "Time out!" he yelled with a laugh as I threw another hand full at him.

"One minute," I held up my index finger. He picked up his phone and tried to make himself the serious captain/prince he was.

"Renard?" he said with a huge grin on his face. When the other person started talking his smile faded and he turned back into the serious Police Captain he was. "I'll be right there," he hung up his phone and looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Four of the missing kids were just found,"

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