A/N: Thanks for sticking with me thus far! (I promise that cans of whoop-ass will be opened shortly...) Full disclosure, I found the info about FrightTown online, and one of their houses is Contagion/ zombie virus of evilness-themed; other than that, I have no idea what they're like, their set-up, their schedule, nothing. Sorry.

Monroe handed the phone to Nick.

"I guess it's probably useless for fingerprints now, isn't it?" he asked miserably. Nick noted how exhausted his friend sounded.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back to bed? We can wake you up when we have a plan?"

"I didn't mean to fall asleep before. The adrenaline just ran out, you know? And Rosalee's out there and who knows what they're doing to her… But I don't want to leave Soph if there's more than one…" he yawned wide. Hank took Monroe's arm.

"It's okay, big guy. We'll see what we can do. Go keep Sophia safe." Monroe nodded, and headed toward the stairs. He turned and looked the Grimm in the eye.

"You will wake me if I can help, right?"

"Of course."

"And you won't, uh, kill us in our sleep, right?" Nick rolled his eyes.

"How long have you known me? Seriously?"

"Well, just, you know, don't invite your Mom over or anything..."

"GO TO BED."

"Going!" The Blutbad shuffled up the stairs, yawning. Nick heard the door close above him, and he turned his attention to the phone in his hand while he dialed Renard on his phone with the other.

"Renard."

"Sir, we have a phone that Monroe says doesn't belong to them from the scene."

"Do you think they'd have her phone?"

"If they do, it's off and we wouldn't be able to track it."

"Are you turning it on?"

"Yes, but the screen is cracked, I don't know if we'll be able to see anything." Just as Nick suspected, the spider webbing made it impossible to see anything on the phone.

"But it does work?" Renard asked, and Nick and Hank gave the affirmative. "I think we're going to have to bring Wu in on this. You know he's our tech whiz."

"Will he be able to do it?" Hank asked absently, but remembered in time to say it along with Nick and Renard.

"Of course he can, he's Asian."

Sergeant Wu was finishing up a World of Warcraft session when Renard called. Hank and Nick were coming over for something that was off the books. The Sergeant didn't ask, and the Captain didn't tell. The detectives arrived around 11, and Wu invited them in. They showed him the phone, and he pulled out his laptop and a USB cable with multiple different connectors on it. He found the one that fit and waited as his computer recognized the device.

"Well, the phone is named Daryl's Phone, so I think we'd be looking for a Daryl." Wu then pulled up the photo stream. Many of the pictures involved a blonde man with a buzz cut, but no tattoos or identifying marks. A perfectly nondescript, forgettable person. Wu scrolled through the pictures, and there were some that looked like they were taken in a haunted house; they continued scrolling until the last picture, which looked, to Hank and Nick, eerily like the picture Sophia had Neil draw for them, a picture of a dirty old operating room.

"Can you get a location on that?" Nick asked.

"Don't need to. It's the laboratory at FrightTown."

"What? How can you tell?" Wu pointed at the corner of the screen.

"See the jars? Actually, this one in particular. It's the bright purple brain labeled Abby Normal. It's the only haunted house in the area that has a bright purple brain in a jar named Abby Normal."

"Can you get a time-stamp on it?" Wu clicked his mouse a few times.

"It was taken two days ago. That's weird, though, they close right after Halloween and don't open again until August."

"You're a connoisseur of haunted houses too?" Hank asked.

"Only the good ones," the Sergeant replied, "and FrightTown is one of the best in Portland. It's all underground, under the Veteran's Memorial Coliseum, it's pretty much an entire city block. It's amazing."

"Could you find us a map of it?" Wu nodded;

"I've been there so much, I could draw it myself in my sleep. I'll try to include the chicken exits, too; that'll make it much quicker."

It was around 1 in the morning when Nick and Hank arrived back at Nick's house. Their plan was simple: get a few hours of sleep, then wake Monroe around 5. They would then make their way over to the haunted house, and see if they could find Rosalee. Hopefully they'd be able to catch the guy making his 6 am call.