In which more problems present themselves.

"E? Who the fuck is E?" Hank asked angrily, taking the note from Sean's hands.

"My brother. Eric." Sean looked like he was going to pass out.

"Didn't your brother Eric die? Like, blown up?" Sean shook his head.

"He faked his death and has been in New York, somewhere upstate. And now he's here. And apparently really pissed off at me. This is bad. This is really, really bad."

"You don't... you don't think he kidnapped Monroe, do you?" Sean's face, already pale, went stark white. He sank to the floor, taking his face into his hands.

"Oh no, no, no..." he started rocking back and forth, and Nick kneeled next to him. He instinctively started rubbing his boss's back. "What if he did? Oh my God, he might torture him... he might kill him... oh my God, we need to call Rosalee..." Hank got on his knees and held Sean still.

"We are NOT calling Rosalee! We can figure this out. You need to calm the hell down." Sean stared hard at Hank for a moment before he exploded.

"CALM THE HELL DOWN?! MY BROTHER, the guy who tried to raise a damn zombie army IN MY CITY and kidnap MY GRIMM and take him back to Vienna has taken OUR FRIEND from right under our noses and could be doing God knows what to him... and you want me to CALM THE HELL DOWN? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" There was another knock at the door. This time, Bud went to answer it, and was gruffly brushed aside by a large dark man in a leather jacket and combat boots.

"Where are you, Sean?" he growled, woging. A Hundjäger. Sean's head fell back in exasperation.

"Really?" he whined from his position on the floor as the Hundjäger stomped over to him.

"Where's Eric?"

"I don't know." The Hundjäger reached down and pulled Sean up by the collar.

"I said, Sean, where's Eric?"

"And I said, Axel, I don't fucking know." Axel eyed the Royal suspiciously

"I don't think I believe you..."

"He... uh... he isn't lying..." Bud commented meekly. "We, uh... sort of have our own problems to deal with right now... and finding his brother isn't really... uh... high on the list... not that Eric isn't important or anything..."

"Can it, Beaver Boy, before I am inspired to harvest some Castoreum." Bud gulped and backed away.

"I don't even know what the hell that is, but we don't know where Eric is. Please leave before I make you regret it," Nick said, stepping toward the intruder. He started looking for items in his peripheral vision that he could use to fight.

"Oh, look, it's Sean's pet Grimm. How sweet, having a nice romantic getaway, are we?" Axel laughed coldly.

"Look, man," Hank stated, raising his hands, "we're just here for a bachelor party weekend, and like we said, we've got our own problems right now. We don't know where Eric is, and honestly, if we did, we'd tell you."

"Bachelor party?" Axel looked around the room. "Who's getting married?"

"Well... uh, you see..." Bud stuttered, "remember how we keep saying we've got our own problems...?" The Hundjäger finally let go of Sean's collar and started laughing. It was a deep, menacing sound that did nothing to lighten the situation. Hank slowly backed away toward the dining table.

"Wait, wait... you lost the groom, didn't you? Did you roofie yourselves like in that movie? That is one of my favorite movies, it is so funny..." Axel cleared his throat and stood up straighter. At that moment, Hank brought a chair crashing down on the Hundjäger's head; the chair splintered. Axel swayed for a moment, then collapsed as well.

"We're just racking up damage today, aren't we?" Sean muttered as they stood regarding the unconscious Wesen. "Now what?" Hank cocked his head to the side.

"You know, it's a little fuzzy, but I think I vaguely... hold on, I'll be right back. Make sure he stays out... maybe tie him up with something?" Hank ran out of the room.

"Tie him with what?" Bud asked.

"Well, Monroe brought a few ties..." Nick began.

"Which I'm sure he would like to keep!" Bud woged again from stress. "I hope this isn't going to be a recurring theme today..." he mumbled as he pulled himself together. Sean looked around the room and pointed at the windows.

"The curtains! They should have some sort of pull or something... May as well be hanged for the sheep as the lamb, right?" Nick and Bud nodded. They took a smaller curtain tie and bound the Hundjäger's wrists behind him. They also tied his feet. They were finishing up as Hank returned, looking somewhere between flustered and disgusted.

"I don't know how or why I knew it, but there's a service closet down the hall that's unlocked. However, we might want to wait a few minutes, because somebody down that way just got married or something... some hardcore headboard rattling going on."

"Jealous, Hank?" Nick snarked, punching his partner's shoulder.

"Shut up. No, I just don't like hearing other people... Ugh, it just weirds me out, okay? Anyway, we also have to figure out how we're going to get him there without being seen. I didn't see anyone out there... but..." Hank slapped his forehead. "Hold on, I'll be back... again." He returned a minute later with a cart laden with dirty dishes. "I checked, we can put him on the bottom..." He started pulling up the cloth, and sure enough, there was plenty of room to put the Hundjäger. They hoisted Axel onto the cart and replaced the cloth.

"This is un-fucking-believable..." Sean muttered. "I'm waiting for somebody to jump out and tell us we're on Candid Camera or some shit..."

"Well, if they have Monroe with them, I promise I will not think any less of you if you kick him in the nuts for setting us up... in fact, I'll hold him so you can get a really good shot." Hank assured him as he started pushing the cart out the door.