Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and most obviously not Grimm or its characters. Some story concepts may have been borrowed and adapted unintentionally or intentionally from other fictions, books, tv shows, movies, religions, geography, history, theology, etc. This is what happened when I ran out of Nadalind stories to read.

WARNING! THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION (no beta)

Author's Note:
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General Notes:
Hexenbiest and Zauberbiest are used as both singular and plural nouns. (I don't speak German)
Italics – thoughts or memories
Bold – quotes from TV series
"separated dialogue" – telephone conversations

Chapter 11
May 3rd – Around 1:45 PM (Again)

Nick had to smile to himself as he waited in the kitchen. Monroe and Renard were also waiting at the top of each staircase, just out of sight. Adalind gently used her powers to herd the Verrat into the living room, so they wouldn't be seen before it was time. The Agents didn't know they were already trapped.

Initially, Renard wanted Nick to wait outside of the side door in the living room, but Nick didn't want to have a closed door between himself and his family. Not that Adalind really needed him. She proved that when she protected his neighbors.

Nearly an hour ago, Juliette had told them that two Verrat Agents, posing as pedestrians, had been conducting surveillance of the intersection, since right before she called the house. A third agent, her driver, was scheduled to loop back if she didn't check in by 1 o'clock.

The pedestrians were easy. Juliette pointed them out on the street, and Adalind used her powers to walk them right into the house. She'd actually needed to make a funny little doll, out of tape and paper, to use as a focus. She looked just like a kid playing with her dollies, except she was looking out the window at the agent, and whatever she made the doll do, the agent mirrored. Well… that and the glowing eyes.

Once they'd closed the door behind the Agent and verified they were Verrat, Nick broke their neck. Easy. When the driver finally came back around, Henrietta stopped the car and cut the power. The driver got out of the car to check the engine and Adalind used her paper doll again. Monroe moved the car, into the fenced-in driveway behind the house.

That was when they prepared to set up the ward, which was also surprisingly easy. They printed out a satellite view of the houses they needed to protect, from google maps. Juliette used a highlighter to mark off the ward perimeters, and then Adalind only needed something specific to ward against, so they wouldn't end up blocking the neighbors too.

The first suggestion had been to ward against Hundjäger, but that was too hard to isolate specifically by thought alone, especially if they weren't Woged. Adalind also needed a totem of some sort. Renard suggested they use the tattoo as the identifier, and Henrietta collected the sample. Luckily the dead Agents were currently stored in the guest bathroom upstairs, so the bloody stump could drain in the bathtub. Unluckily, Henrietta had used a frying pan to cauterize the severed hand. Nick made sure she used the cheapest one, which he then put in the trash outside.

They set Adalind up comfortably on the couch with the map and the severed hand. Her eyes glowed as she concentrated on the two totems. Everyone else stayed near the windows and watched as the Verrat attempted to pass through her ward.

When they saw half of the vans drive away, while the other half moved toward the house, she released the ward and tucked the map under her blanket.

Now, as he listened in on Adalind's conversation with Kenneth, he slowly realized something was wrong. The plan was for Adalind to disarm them, but she hadn't yet.

Nick closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound of Kenneth's voice. He can picture the prince's location in his mind. He focused on the sound of his clothing as he moves. The sound as he turn's the severed hand over in his.

He doesn't have his gun drawn.

Nick opened his eyes. Adalind was waiting for Kenneth to draw his weapon.

Nick needed to make it happen.

He listened as he moved.

"So, where's Juliette's ex-beau I've heard so much about? The Grimm. You and your child can't be very important to him if he's using you as bait." And there's my queue.

He walked out through the dining room.

"Well, she's not bait…"

Kenneth quickly drew his weapon at the sound of Nick's voice. Thank you.

He watched as his mate finally saw the opportunity she'd waited for, and her eyes begin to glow.

He grinned.

"She's the trap."

Adalind was relieved to finally be able to disarm them all. She pulled all the guns to the center of the ceiling, as Sean, Monroe, and Nick attacked the surprised Verrat. They would require less of her concentration, all in one spot.

"Kill her!" She heard Kenneth shout, just before she trapped him. She wanted him to suffer more later. They all did.

Just as the non-engaged Agents turned to go after her, Nick Woged, forcing everyone in the room to change as well. With the additional surprise at seeing the upgraded Grimm, the three men find the Hundjäger much easier to take down.

Five minutes later, and every Agent was either dead or unconscious. Nick handcuffed Kenneth and knocked him out, and Adalind let out a breath in relief.

She let the guns fall from the ceiling.

One fired and hit one of the already downed Verrat.

"Jesus Adalind!" Renard scolded the stunned witch, before disarming and collecting all the fallen weapons.

The three women rushed down the stairs at the sound of the gunshot.

"I hope nobody heard that." Monroe commented. They really didn't need the neighbors calling the cops.

"I don't know. I was isolating the sound in the room before it fired, but…" Adalind began to blubber.

Renard sighed at the sight of her tears. He did not want to incite Nick's ire, again. "Look, I'm sorry—"

"No! It's not that." she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks now. Nick had hurried to her side at the first sign of upset.

"Adalind. What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yea…It's—It's just…"

"What is it?"

"I used the puppy pad… "