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"Where are we? What are we doing here? We need to get to Kelly," Adalind said when Eve pulled to a stop. She had been making comments in a similar vein all through the drive in the city, but Eve paid it no heed, just as she paid it no heed now. She was out of the car and striding briskly towards an elevator before Adalind had unbuckled her seatbelt. She had taken Adalind to a parking garage somewhere in midtown, about ten blocks from where she worked. She climbed out of the car and ran after Eve, who never slowed her pace. They had almost reached the elevator by the time Adalind had caught up. She leapt and tackled Eve from behind, catching Eve off guard, but Eve recovered quickly and flung her off as though swatting a fly. Adalind smacked the pavement hard and winced. She heard something crunch.

"You bitch," she muttered, when she had gotten up, fishing her cellphone out of her pocket. The screen was now in about 300 cracked pieces. She tried to press a button and received no response. She punched at the screen and sound buttons before finally dropping it on the ground in defeat. "You're just going to let them take a child? He's Nick's son," she emphasized, hoping that it touched that part of Eve that still remembered her history with Nick. "He's just a baby," she pleaded.

Eve said nothing. "You loved Nick once," Adalind continued, "You know how much Nick loves his family; if anything happened to his son, this would tear him apart. You have to help me—Nick—keep Kelly safe!"

"Nick loves you," Eve observed, "Why?" and Adalind faltered.

Why?

Why? They didn't have time for this. Every moment they spent arguing was another moment that Kelly could be slipping away from them. She didn't know where Nick was at, and she hoped he had made it to Kelly, had him somewhere safe, but she wasn't going to relax until she saw him.

"I—I don't know why," Adalind said. "What does it matter? Maybe he doesn't! It's not the same as…it's not like when he was with you," she added. "It's…it's a different kind of love, maybe…look! I don't know, all right? We don't have time for this!"

"You tried to destroy him. You tried to destroy me. You destroyed our relationship," she continued, no inflection or accusation and that somehow made it even worse. "And now you love him. Most fascinatingly he appears to be sentimental about you."

"I know, look, believe me—"

"You love him, and because you bore him a child he gives his loyalty to you."

"He was just—"

"We spent six years together. I remember everything. I gave up my whole life for him. Anything you threw at him we worked through, no matter the cost to everyone around us. You tried to ruin his life and because your sleeping with him resulted in a child from your union he gave his loyalty to you. I became a hexenbiest to restore his Grimm powers and he couldn't even look at me," Eve remarked calmly, and Adalind swallowed. It occurred to her that maybe Eve without Meisner's direct influence was not something she wanted to experience a whole lot of.

"You're a hexenbiest. Or you were," Eve said, and Adalind felt her body grow colder. "Do you think Nick would be so loyal to you if you were to become one again? Would he want a child of his raised by you?" and she asked the question as though she was really curious as to the answer, which unsettled Adalind even more. No she wasn't sure that he would. She realized long ago that much of their relationship's present harmony was due to the fact of her suppressed and then ultimately gone powers. That if she woged anywhere around him that he wouldn't be so accommodating perhaps.

"I don't want to go back to that life," Adalind said, wondering if she needed to get her hands on a weapon, but there was nothing close and she knew Eve could be on her the moment she took her attention away from her.

"Why? You could have your powers back. You wouldn't be so...helpless," Eve noted. "So dependent on Nick. Unless you like being dependent on Nick," she added, regarding her thoughtfully, and Adalind realized this was more animation than she had ever seen with Eve. "He always did have a bit of a hero complex. Perhaps he likes it, too," she observed, cocking her head, considering.

"Look," Adalind said, "We're wasting time. We need to protect Kelly."

"No," Eve said, "We don't."

"We can't let Louis get a hold of him!"

"That's not my concern," Eve replied.

"You're supposed to be protecting him!"

"That's not my mission," Eve said.

"Your mission? Your mission is to keep the Wesen uprising from getting to Nick and compromising you both. The key to that is keeping Kelly safe! How is that not your mission?" She cried, and Eve allowed a smile, a rather cold dead thing on her face. "I mean, what are we even doing here? Where are we at?"

"Exactly where we're supposed to be."

"Holy shit! Can you actually answer a question for once instead of speaking in riddles."

Eve gave her a flat look. "I did answer the question."

"Did you hear me? We need to get to Kelly. I need to see that he's safe. His daycare is-"

"His daycare is of no concern to us right now." Eve glanced around her, taking in the surroundings with a critical eye. Adalind spared the space a glance before refocusing on Eve.

"My baby-Nick's baby, Eve-could be in serious danger. Do you want to see a poor little defenseless baby hurt?"

"Your, or Nick's, child, however you want to think of him, does not concern me. He made his choice there long ago, and he was quite adamant that I have no contact with his child. There are others tasked with taking care of that mission. This building belongs to black claw," Eve said, and Adalind glanced around again, this time taking in more details.

"Great. Have Meisner put somebody else on it. We need to get to my son!"

"Meisner has other concerns. There is more going on in the uprising than just the attempt on your son," Eve said, a little condescendingly. "I need more information before we can proceed." Eve looked at her before striding away.

Adalind looked around the garage. She needed to get to a phone. She could call the daycare, a cab, Nick. If Eve wanted to look around and investigate something else, she could go ahead and do whatever she wanted, but Adalind had different priorities. "If you're not going to help me get to my son then I'll find someone who will."

She moved opposite of Eve, looking for the exit arrows and heading in the direction they pointed. She helped when her arm was wrenched around.

"Ow, watch it, you bitch!" she screeched.

"You can't leave," Eve said. "You need to stay here."

"Why?"

"Those are my orders," Eve said after a moment.

"Whose orders? Oh my god, you're not working for Louis are you?" Adalind said after a moment where her mind ran through possible scenarios.

"I wish," a masculine voice said and Adalind whirled, registering the whistle and snick of an arrow connecting with its target only when Eve bent forward slightly. There was another snick, snick, and two more arrows connected. Eve stumbled and Louis appeared from the stairwell, a large club in his hand. He brought it down smoothly against Eve who collapsed from the force. Two more men appeared around Louis and attended to Eve's prone form.

"Well," Louis said, looking at Adalind apologetically. "this is awkward," and he swung the club again.

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She came to slowly, groaning when she moved her head and it throbbed painfully. She almost felt sick, and wondered vaguely if that meant she had a concussion. She rolled to her side and swallowed back the bile that crept up her throat. She opened her eyes and squinted as the light stabbed her eyes, and frowned when she realized a body was lying next to her.

Eve.

She sat up suddenly, and regretted it immediately when she retched. She coughed and choked for a moment, before she spat on the floor next to her.

Eve still wasn't moving and Adalind realized she needed to see if she was dead. She crawled forward and touched her shoulder, half expecting to have Eve suddenly reanimated at her touch, but nothing happened.

"Eve?"

She looked around the room, a windowless cellar, with concrete floor and walls. She hoped they weren't back at the house again, but she didn't think they were. She wasn't sure how long they had been out, but she didn't think they had been moved any farther than to this room. Which begged the question: where had Eve taken them to?

"Eve," she said again, shaking her shoulder. She looked her over for obvious signs of injury but could find nothing except for three large puncture marks; two in her abdomen and the other in her arm, and Adalind sat back with a cold sense of foreboding.

The azithrotoxin. She wondered if it had worked, and then wondered if she was looking at the answer. She didn't think Eve would still be lying on the ground unconscious if it hadn't.

"Juliette!" she tried, but still nothing.

Great. She was on her own for the time being. She wondered if Nick had any idea where they were. He had told her to stay at the house at wherever, but then that had been possibly hours ago and she wasn't sure if he had any leads. She blinked back tears and hoped he had Kelly safe at least. She took a deep breath. She couldn't afford to let that distract her right now. Right now, she had to stay alive long enough to see them again. She took another glance around the room again, this time scrutinizing the details. She actually had a lot of experience in rooms like this over the course of her lifetime. She needed to use it to her advantage. They were clearly in a holding type cell, not a difficult deduction to make, and since neither she nor Eve were dead, they clearly still had some use to somebody. That somebody was probably Louis, which meant that maybe they still had yet to put their plan in effect to manipulate Nick, which meant there was still some time to alter said plan.

"Uhhh…" and Adalind whirled, having momentarily forgot about Eve.

She crawled back to her side and smiled in relief when she saw her wince.

"Oh, good, you're awake," she said. Eve opened her eyes and jumped back when she saw Adalind. She supposed she was a little close, and then Adalind noticed the look in her eyes.

"Juliette?" she asked and Juliette raised a hand to her head and then tried to move away.

"Don't move too fast, you'll—" but Juliette was already scooting back to the wall. She turned, clutching her stomach and dry heaved over the floor. "—be sick," Adalind finished.

"Where are we?" Juliette asked, and it was Juliette. The question held a note of concern she would never associate with Eve.

"No idea," Adalind replied, watching her carefully. "You brought us here, I think. If we're still where you brought us. Are you all right?"

Juliette nodded after a moment. She took a few breaths, and then looked at Adalind.

"The azithrotoxin. Looks like you were injected with it," Adalind replied, and watched as Juliette tried to woge. Her face rippled a couple of times, but nothing else happened. "aaaaand it looks like it works."

Juliette raised her eyes to Adalind's. "We need to get out of here."

"Well, I suppose we can just call the bellhop to come get our stuff. Hello! We're ready to check out now!" she hollered, and then winced when her head protested.

"Concussion?" Juliette asked, and Adalind risked a small nod. "Maybe. Probably," she amended.

"How long have we been here?"

"I don't know. I don't even know where here is. Where did you take us?"

"Bentley and Andersons, but I don't think we're still there."

Adalind squinted. The name was vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it. "Why?"

The lock on the door clanged, surprising both women, who obviously didn't expect such an answer to Adalind's request earlier. They both looked to it. Juliette scrambled to the side, and Adalind jerkily got to her feet to greet whoever came through it.

"Louis! Louis! Oh, thank God," Adalind cried, remembering herself and her cover. She moved a few steps back, towards Louis and away from Juliette, but kept herself out of everyone's reach just in case.

"Ah, you're awake," Louis said, ignoring Adalind. He looked at Juliette carefully and she braced herself against the wall behind her and got slowly to her feet.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"It appears our little experiment worked," he remarked and Adalind looked at Juliette.

"I'm normal?" she said, running her hands over her body.

"Hmm…close enough," Louis said. "Nicholas will be pleased," he added, looking at Adalind, and she felt her heart drop. Juliette looked at Louis and then Adalind.

"What are you talking about?" she asked backing away from Louis.

"Your one true love, reunited," Louis replied and Juliette shook her head.

"No," she said, and took another step back.

"He mourned you terribly, you know. Forced to take up with the mother of his child to soothe his loneliness and regret over losing you so horribly. I heard you died in his arms, my dear. Yet here you are, and as he loved you so completely before," and Adalind looked at Juliette and shook her head, too, heart breaking. All Nick had wanted was for Juliette to return to the way she was. They had lost the only chance they had when Juliette had destroyed the potion, but now… Juliette took another step back and looked back at Adalind silently.

"I expect you'll have much to talk about when you're reunited," Louis said. "A few hurdles to overcome," he added, looking at Adalind conspiratorially, "but, true love conquers all, doesn't it? And what you have with the Grimm," he said to Adalind, sneering, "can hardly be classified as that." Adalind swallowed, trying to summon a reply and some sorely needed bravado when she realized Juliette twitched her head…towards the open door.

Louis turned his attention back to Juliette, who had moved another foot closer to the door while Louis had been preoccupied, and Adalind shifted a step closer.

"It was over between us before I died," Juliette said. "He's not interested in resuming a relationship again," and Adalind moved another yard before she was forced to stop when Louis glanced between them. Juliette moved away from the door and closer to Louis. "You'd do better to leave well enough alone."

"I think you underestimate his devotion to you."

"I think you overestimate it" she said, and Adalind move another yard. "He has a child now with…her," Juliette said, and Adalind glanced up. Juliette had taken another few steps forward, toes in Louis' personal space. He watched her warily and Juliette stepped slowly around him, forcing him to turn slightly to keep track of her. "He won't give up his responsibility." Adalind sidled further to the door, and met Juliette's eyes over Louis' shoulder.

Juliette leapt, her right leg extending out in an incredibly precise kick, that caught Louis on the chin. He crashed into the wall, and then the floor, but Adalind didn't see what else happened since she was out the door, and soon trailing in Juliette's wake. She couldn't tell if the speed and precision in which Juliette had executed that move was Eve bleeding through the effects of the azithrotoxin, but she wasn't about to slow down and ask.

"Hurry," Juliette said and Adalind risked a glance behind her and saw Louis appear in the corridor.

"Nice move," Adalind said, panting as they sprinted down another long hallway. "Did they teach you that at the Wall?"

"No. Nick," Juliette replied, and Adalind raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then gave up the conversation when she heard Louis' bark out something behind her.

"Do you know where we're going?" Adalind asked.

"I don't even know where we are," Juliette replied, and they rounded a corner and screeched to a halt. Four doors, and they split the difference evenly and tried each one.

"Shit," Adalind said, and glanced behind her. "Maybe we can kick one down?" she asked and Juliette looked behind her as well. She nodded. "On three. One…two…" and both kicked at one door on the next count.

"Ahh!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Adalind said, hobbling.

"Nick always made it look so easy," Juliette muttered and Adalind looked at her. She glanced behind her and said. "Again!" Both girls lunged forward and cursed again when it didn't so much as budge.

"He's almost here," Juliette said, and turned again to the door. "One more time," but Adalind screamed in pain when Louis' wrenched her back by her hair. She blacked out for a moment and realized her face was pressed against the floor. She heard Juliette yell, heard the sound of contact being made as Juliette attempted to fight him off, and then she heard Louis say, "I suppose the bruises will only hasten his sympathy to you. You're welcome my dear," and then Juliette went silent.

Adalind tried to get to her feet, but the concussion from earlier and now this latest attack had her reeling, and she couldn't stop her head from spinning enough to find a solid purchase. She blacked out before her cheek hit the cold cement again.