Nick POV: What was that annoyingly piecing sound? Alarm? Phone? No, that was not his phone. Nick had been restless and slept very poorly, so this was not welcome. His eyes reluctantly opened to see his nose was nearly in Adalind's hair. He didn't want to move, but that noise was insistent. Inhaling that smell that was Adalind in one long breath, he slowly moved. She always smelled like spices and some exotic flower. He wished he could stay in bed a little longer but life didn't work that way for a cop, let alone a Grimm.

That sound was the phone he got from Chavez. "Hello," he was alert now.

"Burkhardt?" It was Meisner's voice.

"Yes." Nick was defensive. Too many circumstances that had left Nick sorrowful were connected to this guy. Trubel keeping things from him and Juliette's body being taken as well as his mother's head. Now Juliette had resurfaced and Nick did not like being kept in the dark.

"We should meet. You probably have questions," Meisner's voice revealed nothing. At least he seemed to know someone should explain a few things.

"One hour, outside my place," he stated as if there was no question whether that was possible. He didn't want to do this in front of Trubel and Adalind needed to sleep.

In one hour, he stood ready as Meisner pulled up. Nick calmed his temper. If he didn't keep his head, he had a feeling he would learn nothing from Meisner. As unreadable as other times Nick had seen him, Meisner started, " I came to give you a few answers. I'm not free to say everything, but you're welcome to ask."

"Trubel, was she a volunteer?" Nick began with something he knew. He wasn't ready to take every word this guy said as truth.

"No, Trubel took some convincing, but not when you imagine. We started following her when she left your house and Portland before. That's when we had to conscript her," he stated briefly as if there wasn't anything wrong with that. Still it matched what Trubel had said, which was not as reliable as he had previously believed.

"Was Juliette dead or was she tranquilized?" Nick felt a pang of regret that he couldn't save her from herself. Now here she was alive and had saved his life.

"It's a little more complicated than that. I can tell you she was revived and then reconditioned," Meisner replied. "That's all I can really say."

"And my mother's head?" Nick didn't like the concise manner in which Meisner explained things, but he understood it being that he was a cop.

"That I can't say fully, but I can say we could not have her identified. I do apologize for that," Meisner showed some concern. "Listen Burkhardt, we need you in this fight."

Maybe Nick should let it go. However he was in no forgiving mood this morning. His blood was up. "I want to see Juliette and talk to her," he insisted.

"That's not my call. You don't know what you're asking for, trust me Burkhardt," Meisner seemed almost more upset than when he asked about his mother's head.

"Then no. I'm not going to join you. I've already given up enough to your fight," Nick said in a hard voice. Meisner shook his head then looked Nick in the eye. "Think about it. This is bigger than even you might have previously heard, I can guarantee," and with that he left. Nick gulped down his bitterness and got into his car to leave for work.

Adalind POV: She woke to no Nick which gave her a slight panicked feeling. Getting up, she found herself scouring the house for him in the wake of last night's events. On the table he left a note that he had to meet someone for an early appointment and he would call later. Relieved, she went to get Kelly who seemed to have awakened. Looking down at him, she could of sworn he looked more like Nick every day. Especially when he furrowed his brow in concentration, or maybe it was gas.

" You are going to be so handsome, just like your dad," she said in high pitch tones. Kelly gurgled with a smile. When she passed through the main room, Trubel was sleeping and there was a freedom in talking to Kelly. "He doesn't know it and I may never be able to tell him this, but your dad is the best thing that ever happened to me . We have to help him, because he's hurting pretty bad right now." At that moment, her phone rang.

"Hey Adalind," Rosalee's voice sounded tentative, "I understand some pretty wild things happened last night. Is it true Juliette is alive?"

"According to Nick, yes. I don't have to tell you what kind of reaction Nick had. Turns out Trubel knew. I think she knew all along," relating the story to Rosalee brought her fresh misery. It may have been greedy, but she didn't want to share Nick.

"How could Trubel do that to him?" Rosalee seemed incensed. "Is she still staying there?"

"Yeah but I'm almost certain she'll be trying to avoid Nick for a while," she guessed.

"You two and Kelly should come over for dinner. We would really like to be of help to Nick if we can," Rosalee explained.

"I'm not sure he's up to it, but I think it'd do him some good. I'll see what I can do," she promised. She hung up thinking about these friends of theirs. It was new for her, to have real friends, but the credit all went to Nick. Her heart swelled with pride in him.