A/N: SO SORRY. Yet again here I am with a late update. And not only that, but this chapter is really short (But only because it needs to be! I plan to finish this story within three more chapters!) Please enjoy.

[Time Skip- Two days]

Three hours had passed since they'd left, and the all of the group except Juliette and Hank (the both of whom were at work) sat at the table waiting for the call. Nick's phone sat in the center of the table, all of them quietly staring at it- as if at any moment it would ring.

"He said it'd take around three hours." Monroe muttered impatiently, "So why hasn't he called yet?"

"You know him, he's always so…" Rosalee closed her eyes as she thought of the word, "jumpy. He'll call, we just have to wait."

"We have been waiting." Trubel muttered as she absently turned her sheathed machete over in her hands.

Nick opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the ring of his phone. He immediately reached out and switched it onto speaker, "Burkhardt."

"It's me, Clarisse." Came the voice from the phone. Trubel immediately put down the machete and leaned over towards the phone.

"Is Bud there?" She asked, straight to the point as always.

"H-here!" Came the skittish response of the Eisbiber,

"Did he get the message?"

"He got it." Clarisse replied. "Bud certainly knows how to get a message around fast. All he had to do was tell one person and ask for the message to be passed on. Bud just got off the phone with him. The message's recorded."

"Let's hear it." Nick said,

They heard Bud shuffle around as he brought out his phone. "Here goes." He muttered as he turned on the recording of their conversation.

"I hear the Grimm wants to set a meeting?" Stetson's voice asked.

"You heard right." Bud's voice replied, his words tight and nervous. "Says to meet at the forest twelve miles south of Forest Hills Storage. Tonight. At nine."

"I'll be there." Came the flat reply as the phone clicked dead. The recording ended with a beep.

{ GRIMM }

"Do you think he'll, I dunno, bring his buddies?" Trubel asked as she scooped a pile full of spaghetti up off the serving dish and plopped it onto her plate. It was seven o'clock and Monroe, Rosalee, Trubel, Clarisse, and Hank had met up at Nick and Juliette's place to eat dinner.

"I would...think not…" Monroe said as he stared as Trubel picked up the fork and dropped it back down carelessly onto the table and began devouring the food with her hands, "Siegbarstes are mostly solitary."

"I doubt he'll have anybody with him." Clarisse put in, as she reached out for the spaghetti plate without batting a second eye at Trubel's eating habits, "He seems to have too much pride staked on this fight."

They ate in silence for a while. Trubel's vigorous slurping of spaghetti the only sound in the whole room.

Trubel finished her meal and stood up with the plate in her hand to go put it in the sink, but before she could leave- Nick interrupted her with a tap on the shoulder. "Wait, first, who here is going to come to with Trubel and me tonight?"

"I'm in." Hank said, raising his hand as he pushed his chair out and stood up to join Nick.

Clarisse stood up too and woged into a Hundjager, "I'll be there. Definitely."

"We'll be there." Monroe said as he put his arm around Rosalee and woged into a Blutbad. Rosalee nodded in agreement as she woged into a fuchsbau and she and her husband stood up.

"Don't leave me out." Juliette said as she too stood up. "I may be human, but I'm not weak. I've already hurt a Siegbarste before." Nick smiled at the memory of Juliette splashing a pot full of boiling water into the face of a Siegbarste that had been attacking Nick.

Trubel's eyes warmed as she saw the whole table standing up in unision. The wesen woged back to their human faces, and they all were smiling- as were Nick and Juliette.

A/N: The next chapter will be posted tomorrow, and the battle will FINALLY begin! Please look forward to it, and I hope you enjoyed this short chapter! Comments? :)