Adalind POV: Dinner with Monroe and Rosalee was just what Nick had needed, she could tell. She didn't know if he would come, but Trubel was unavailable for comment this evening. She had received a call mid morning, then said she had to get out a little to excuse her leaving. Trubel had been worried she could see, still Adalind wasn't ready to get chummy after what she did to Nick, so she had made no move to inquiry.

Smiling at the couple across from her and they're interactions, Adalind wondered if it would shock them to know exactly how she felt about Nick. She was a ex witch, after all, and she would have loved a reaction, but this feeling was for her and Nick alone just yet and Nick didn't know all of it.

"Wow, so Juliette back in the flesh. Man, that's got to be mind blowing," Monroe broke through Nick's somber mood.

"Monroe..." Rosalee hinted at this being too abrupt. "Nick, we just want you to know we're here for you. Monroe said you were rather shut down last night, but if you'd let us, we're here for you. If you need anything, just ask." Adalind felt a new level of kindness towards the Fuchsbau.

Nick just nodded with a stoic face. "I'm okay," he simply stated. He seemed to want to leave that subject behind as Adalind wished she could have read him better.

"This 'Occultatum Libera' movement seems to have gone on the offensive," Monroe appeared to understand guy talk for 'Leave it alone'. "They played us good and we wouldn't be here if it weren't for... someone intervening."

"I think the orders to intervene were Meisner's. He tried to recruit me today, but there are just too many unexplained things for me to jump on that wagon just yet," Nick justified.

"I understand you perfectly, bro. This needs to be cleared up," Monroe agreed forcefully.

Yeah, Nick needed this support. She looked down at Monroe's delectable pasta primavera and her stomach rolled as she remembered a sudden attack of nausea and abdominal cramps from earlier that afternoon. It was brief but intense which made her take mental inventory of what she ate the day before. Maybe she should just go easy.

Nick POV: Dinner with his friends was good, if not a bit strained. He had been holding on to his sanity a little too tightly as of late. They were just leaving for home with Kelly asleep in the back seat when Adalind smiled over at him. She was right, he needed that. Adalind had kept him anchored in the last crazy twenty-four hours. He wished he could tell her so, but Juliette's face, as he saw her last night, flashed unbidden across his mind. He needed to sort some things out, so he just returned her smile.

Around the next corner, there were three cars turned broadside blocking his progress. The drivers were out of their cars and, though it was a little distance, his Grimm sight knew they were Wesen in full Woge. Stopping the car, he started to back up when more pulled up behind blocking their retreat as the drivers also got out. Panic threaten to suffocate him as he glanced back at Kelly and then up at Adalind, seeing his own emotions mirrored in her eyes. "Stay here! Call Hank and Monroe. Monroe first since he's close," he commanded as she nodded wide eyed.

There were eight of them and on all sides. He knew even for himself, this was too many.

Adalind POV: That pounding she heard was her heart as she looked back again at Kelly. Nick looked like he was assessing all possibilities. Hank said he was on his way, but he was across town. Monroe didn't answer the first time, so she called Hank. She tried Monroe again as one attacker yelled, "We will not be shut down by one Grimm!" They began attacking Nick as Monroe picked up. "Monroe you've got to get here, they're going to kill Nick," she shouted frantically. "We were just getting on to the main road coming from your house. PLEASE, come quickly." She hung up as the scene before her made her head ache. Nick had taken down his second assailant, when one guy to his left knocked him down. As they rushed him, Adalind screamed as she felt like her head would explode and a tremor with through the car.

Suddenly there was a thin figure atop the car directly across from her vision. The women wore skin tight clothes and had platinum hair in a jaw length cut. Adalind kept her eyes on those attaching Nick, but the woman had a familiarity that struck her. When she raised hand and several throwing knives hovered in the air, she knew it was Juliette. Adalind had never been more horrified and grateful at the same time in her life. Like lighting, the knives impaled one attacker after another, as every one of them fell. Someone knocked on her window, which made Adalind jump since she was transfixed by what had just happened. Meisner stood by her door. Juliette turned jumping down from the car and walked the opposite way while Nick struggled to his feet.

"Juliette," he called after her, but she kept walking. He glanced back toward the car at Meisner, who nodded. Then Nick took off after Juliette, as Adalind's elation, that he was still alive, evaporated while she watched him go.