A Fanfiction Inspired by Blue Exorcist.

I do not own Grimm.

I do own my OC.


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I fell on my bed face first with a long, and painful groan.

Life is just starting to get better and better - note the sarcasm - first there was a slightly horrifying homicide. Second, there was me slightly freaking out in the inside once I realized what the symbol branded on the victim's body was. Third, we find out that a suspect had been killed and was recorded confessing to kidnapping a little girl. And fourth, we find out that Ryan was the Endezeichen Grimm, but he was Wesen. Plot twist of the century. I knew there was something wrong with that guy...

In other words, I'm exhausted from all of the running around.

Sighing, I rolled onto my back and allowed Luciel to climb on me, laying down on my stomach. I absentmindedly stroked his fur as I thought back to before it all happened. Specifically, when Nick had answered the question that I was so afraid of asking.

I never knew that something like that would happen. The way he held me was something that I knew wasn't normal between two friends. From what I've observed, friends don't hug each other as if they were going to disappear in their arms, and they most definitely don't run their fingers through each other hair... But what do I know? I've never had a friend.

I didn't bother to get up from the soft blankets to change out of my clothes. Instead, I closed my eyes and allowed myself, just this once, to imagine I was tucked into the warmth of the Grimm's embrace.


I heard my phone ring through the rock music I was playing. I had decided to go do a little training outside since it's been a while, and I never really had the chance because of work. So I had decided that I would wake up early, set up my dummy outside, grab my bamboo sword, and touch up my combat.

Sweaty and still pumped with energy, I shut off the iPod and pulled my phone out of my pocket as I used my discarded shirt to wipe the sweat off of my forehead. "Katsune."

"Hey, Juno! It's Wu!"

I paused and narrowed my eyes at nothing in particular. He sounded like he was forcing himself to be cheerful. "...What happened?"

He sighed, "Sorry to tell you this, but, Hank's in the hospital. Someone or maybe even more beat the crap out of him after breaking in."

"What?!" I shouted as I dropped my shirt and sprinted back inside my house. "Is he okay?"

Wu sounded almost startled by my reaction. "Yeah, I heard that he'll be fine. Just need to rest."

"Thanks, bye." I said hastily as I pulled on a random red tank top and a grey jacket. Not bothering to zip it up or pull my hood on, I hastily told Luciel what happened before I went out to my motorcycle and started driving like a madman.

All the while, I felt the familiar rage pump through me. Whoever did this may or may not die by my hands if I found out who they are and where they are.

I hastily parked my bike and nearly made the nurse behind the desk scream when I demanded to know where Hank's room is. I tried to be as calm as I could, but I'm guessing the look on my face made me a bit scarier than I usually am... Oops.

This time though, I made sure to take a few calming breaths to temporarily ease away my anger. Negative energy in a hospital room is never a good thing. Remember, Hank is fine. He's alive.

I push the door open and my eyes instantly land on the unconscious form of my partner. I winced at the sight of his visible bruises and the bandages that wrapped around his torso... Even in his sleep he looked as if he were in pain. Are they giving him enough pain killers?

"Juno..." I finally realized the other person that was in the room. He was sitting in a chair beside Hank's bed, looking as if he had just woken up.

"Morning, Nick." I greeted as I shut the door behind me and went over to the only other chair in the room. I sighed and sunk back into the chair, staring at the man's unconscious form.

Nick shifted in his seat. "I never thought that Hank would get like this... Ever."

I nodded in agreement. Hank was strong, I can admit that, but seeing him beaten like this? It's a bit unsettling considering that he wasn't even able to shoot one of them. Did it really happen that fast? Something smells fishy...

"Hey, are you okay?" I jumped, snapping my head over to the Grimm who had a noticeably worried look. I then look down at my lap and pressed my lips into a thin line once I realized I was playing with the cloth wrapping around my sheathed sword.

I moved it away from my lap to lean it against my chair on the floor. I need to control myself. I'm no where near the people that hurt Hank, I don't even know where they are, yet I'm already so tempted to take my sword out. Instead, I began to mess with the ends of my sleeves in hopes of distracting myself. Okay, Juno, think about cake. An island full of cake. Do not think about slicing the people who did this into cubes and burning them.

Once again, I jumped, but not because Nick spoke. Because he had, for some damn reason, placed his hands over mine. I look up and skillfully hid how taken aback I was by his reassuring smile. "Don't worry. He's going to be fine."

"I know, it's just..." I trailed off in a soft voice as my eyes drifted over to my sword.

He followed my gaze and gave my hands a squeeze as he sighed. "Yeah... Me too." He said as if he read my mind. "Let's just wait until he wakes up, okay?"

I nodded and didn't dare move my hand. They were just so warm and-

I mentally shook myself, knowing that this wasn't the time to think weird thoughts right now. I look up at Nick to find him watching Hank again, eyeing the machines at his bedside. My brows furrow once I realized how Nick looked.

He may have looked decent to everyone else, but to me there was just something... wrong. Something very wrong. Hell, his eyes don't look as bright like they always do. "Nick... What's wrong?"

Nick looked at me, surprised. He wasn't expecting the question, that's for sure, but all he did was shake his head. "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine." I gave him a look that clearly showed that I didn't believe him. "Really, I am!" Such bullshit. He may be a great liar, but this time I knew that something had happened.

Sighing for what had felt like the millionth time since I had gotten to the hospital, I decided to let it go. But I wasn't going to let go the fact that Nick is troubled... I'm not exactly the type to comfort, but... Fuck it.

I swallowed thickly and looked straight ahead so that I wouldn't have to look at the man. "Y-Y'know... If you need anything. Anything at all..." I pulled my hand away so I could hold his sleeve between my fingers. I would have placed my hand over his, but I'm sure I would have started steaming from my ears. "You can come to my place, okay?"

The room was then submerged into a tense silence and I fidgeted in my seat. Why isn't he saying anything? Did I step over the line or something?

"Juno... I-"

My head snaps over to Hank the second I heard a quiet groan escape him as he struggled to open his eyes. The both of us get up from our seats in order to stand at his bedside, our conversation forgotten for now. "How long you been there?..." He asks weakly.

Nick slid his hands into his pockets, "Long enough to get really pissed." I silently agreed with a nod, "Who did this to you?"

"Didn't get much of a look." His voice wavers slightly, "It happened so fast... I could have been killed. I kind of let my guard down..."

Nick and I pulled up our chairs so we were once again sitting, but at his bedside. "What were you doing?" He asked.

"Calling you."

"About what?"

"You're not going to believe who stopped by last night to see me." He grunted in pain, "Adalind."

That name again... "Adalind? She's here?" The Grimm tensed.

"Oh, yeah."

"Are you two talking about Adalind Shade?" I ask as they both turn to me, "From what I gathered, you guys hate her guts."

They both look at each other for a moment. Nick sighed and turns to me properly, "Adalind tried to kill my aunt and Hank, and was the one to put Juliette in a coma. She's a Hexenbiest, well... Was."

I blinked for a long moment before paling slightly. "You... Did you?... Oh, Nick, you poor bastard, you took away her powers?" I asked incredulously, "This is bad news bears... Hexenbiests are a bitch to deal with, especially ones who want revenge."

"I had no choice. It was the only way to save Hank." He stated, seeming to be slightly unnerved by my reaction. "But who's to say that she did this as revenge? She already got Juliette and took away her memories of me, I'd say that's enough revenge."

"You're right." Hank cuts in, "It's for something else. She thinks you had something to do with her mother's death." I saw something click in Nick's eyes. "You didn't, did you?"

He looked at his partner before averting his eyes. "It wasn't me, Hank."

"But you know who did it."

The Grimm nods, "Yeah."

"And you're not gonna tell me."

"Or me." I add.

He glanced at the both of us before settling his eyes on Hank, "I'll tell you what I think. I think Adalind had something to do with you getting beat up."

Confusion was clear on his face, "Why?"

"I have something that she wants. And this..." He motions to his beat body, "This gets you out of the way."

"I'm gonna find her." Nick stands up.

"No." I shook my head as I followed him, picking up my concealed sword. "We are going to find her."

"Juno-"

"I don't give a flying fuck, Bright Eyes!" I threw my hands up in exasperation once I recognized the tone in his voice, "I already have a bone to pick with Schade after I heard what she did to you guys! Besides, she won't expect me. None of them will." I said before heading to the door. "Get better, Hank."

I heard Nick sigh loudly as he followed me out of the room. "Seriously Juno, you don't need to help. It's dangerous and it's between Adalind and I."

I stopped in my tracks and spin around to look at the Grimm properly. He looked rather nervous and by the look in his eyes... I guess it's because of me coming along. Does he think I'll fuck up or something? "You don't need to worry," I attempted to say soothingly. "I've exorcised Demons, been hunted by Demons, fought Wesen, and I can defend myself. I won't let Adalind get away with what she did. She hurt you guys." Especially you. A part of me wanted to add.

Nick stared at me for what felt like forever before he finally shook his head, "Even if I tried to stop you, you would have still helped, huh?" I nod and continued my way towards the exit of the hospital. "I do have one question though..." He said as he falls in step with me.

I hummed in acknowledgement. "Did you just call me 'Bright Eyes' back there?" My steps faltered, almost causing me to trip, but I quickly regained balance. "What's that suppose to mean?"

I swallowed thickly as heat crawled up to my face. I felt myself get light headed for only a second as my heart suddenly pounded against my rib cage. Gathering up my courage, I chanced a glance at the man from the corner of my eye... Which I instantly regret.

He was looking right back at me with an amused smirk on his face. Embarrassment flooded through me as I quickly averted my gaze. Once I realized my face was an unnatural bright red, I pulled my hood up in an attempt to hide it, "Shut up..." I muttered.

All he did was chuckle deeply at my reaction.


Bright Eyes... He liked it. No, he really liked it. Maybe a little too much.

Of course, he didn't understand why he was given this nickname so suddenly, but honestly he couldn't care less at the moment. Instead, he took said moment to relish in the fact that the man had given him a name that was meant for him and only him. Well, at least he hoped it was only for him.

Speaking of men, he couldn't help but wonder how the hell he didn't notice that Juno wasn't a woman. After he had bluntly told him and Hank what genitalia he had during the whole Monroe-being-targeted-for-being-a-Grimm's-friend ordeal, his masculinity became painfully obvious.

Although his face was feminine, if you looked carefully, it had that hint of masculinity. Most importantly was his flat chest. A chest that was much too flat to be a woman's. He would list off more observations, but that would take too long. After realizing these things, he just wanted to slam his head into a wall until there was no wall at all.

Hank and Nick apologized for their mistake and he had just waved it off with a shrug and an "It's fine." He can only assume that he was use to the whole thing.

The Grimm sighed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently as he stared at the red light. He took a glance at his rear view mirror to see Juno just behind his car. The Exorcist had his helmet on and had one foot planted on the ground as to not fall over along with the motorcycle.

His motorcycle was a beauty. It was a simple black motorcycle, the entire thing so clean and taken care of that you can probably see your reflection off of it. But not as beautiful as Juno. He's like an angel in disguise. Maybe even-

He abruptly stopped his persistent drumming of his steering wheel in order to look down at his hands in bewilderment. He tried his best to control his now erratic heart and breathing. He didn't mean to say that and he didn't want to say that. Yes, it was said in his mind, but he had still said it.

Nick felt his own forehead with his hand in a poor attempt to see if he was having a fever, because he knows his heart shouldn't be beating this fast, or his stomach feeling as it would during a drop on a roller coaster. But somewhere deep in him, he knew that thinking about Juno and reacting this way from these thoughts was not some type of illness.


"We just saw Hank." Nick said as we entered our captain's office.

He turns to us. "Yeah, I read the report. How's he doing?"

"Not great. They beat the crap out of him." The Grimm said in obvious irritation as we approached him.

"Any leads?"

"Yeah, one. Just before the attack, Adalind Schade was at his house."

"They use to be involved right?"

"It didn't end well."

He nods before asking curiously, "Did we ever tie her to her mother's death?"

Nick shook his head. "We didn't know where she was until now."

"I think it's about time we did. Juno, is there any way you can track her down?"

I shook my head as I tapped on my phone with both of my thumbs. "Not really. I would need an old phone of her's or some type of electronic she owned to find an exact location, otherwise I can't do much other than find where she's last been at."

Renard sighed, "Alright. Do whatever it takes to find her."

We both nod and leave. As we were making our way to our desks, Wu approached us, "Hey! You two see Hank?"

"Yeah. And we know who's responsible." Nick said as I sat on my seat to take out my laptop.

"Hope you got a name."

"Adalind Schade. She's somewhere in Portland. Check all hotels, train, airline, bus schedules over the last week. And there's a picture of her on file. This has priority. Juno, you do the same thing just in case they miss something."

"Yeah, I'll get everyone up to speed." Wu said before he left, while I just nod and got to work immediately. Nick's phone rings and he answers it.

As I was typing and clicking away, I couldn't help but wonder why Nick was sounding more and more worried. I wasn't exactly paying attention to what he was saying, but once he was finished with the call, I shut my laptop closed and looked at him.

He was staring at his phone with a troubled look, though he did meet my gaze once he realized that I was still there. I rose an eyebrow, clearly showing that he was going to tell me what happened whether he liked it or not.

Nick sighed and shook his head. "We gotta go. Juliette might be in trouble."

I didn't hesitate to place my laptop in my backpack and follow after him as he called Juliette. He cursed after a minute, "She's not answering."

His steps sped up into a jog once we got outside. He told me to go into his car instead of following him considering the fact I had no idea where his house is. The whole entire drive, he was fidgeting and trying his best to keep a straight face. It was only when I gently grabbed the sleeve of his jacket did he break his poker face and allowed a deep frown to show.

Yes, I was worried about Juliette, but I was more worried about Nick. When he was worried about something, he usually buries it somewhere deep within him - or like when Monroe was going to get killed - he replaces the worry with anger.

Seeing the usually calm and collected Nick expressing how concerned he was? That was something new to me, but it was understandable. I would probably be the same if it was a loved one of mine. But oddly, his reaction rubs me the wrong way... Strange.

It felt like it had only been a few seconds before we arrived at his house. He haphazardly parked his car before he practically shot out of it. Sighing, I followed after him and entered his home after he unlocked it.

As he called out Juliette's name, I decided to silently look around the house in case of an intruder. As I did so, I admired the house itself. It was cozy and much bigger than mine, aside from the church connected to it. I found myself in the living room as Nick checked upstairs, blinking when I saw a pillow and a blanket from a bed on the couch. Does Nick sleep there?

Pressing my lips into a thin line, I scanned the area for anything strange. My eyes caught the sight of a framed photo on a small table of both Nick and Juliette. I paused for a long minute, staring at the picture. It made me feel... as if I didn't want Juliette to be in Nick's loving hold. I wanted someone else there.

I sighed and decide to ignore my weird thoughts to continue looking around. If only Luciel was here, he would be able to sniff out an intruder.

A shout suddenly cut through the tense silence, causing me to jump and nearly knock over the picture I was previously staring at. I pulled out my gun as I rushed to where it came from, immediately pointing it at the person in the room from the doorway.

"Jesus Christ, I said, it's me! Don't shoot!"

I lower my gun as annoyance creeps up to me. "One day, I really will shoot you and I won't feel bad." I growled out as the man sighed in relief. I silently noted that Nick was at the other door way, pocketing his gun.

Deciding to keep mine out, just in case I do end up shooting something, I announce, "I'm raiding your fridge." Before I did just that. To be honest, I don't care if I'm being rude. I was still angry that Hank got his ass kicked and now I'm highly irritated that Monroe scared the shit out of me. So at this moment, I could really use a drink. I looked in the freezer, and lucky me found a bottle of vodka. Vanilla flavored, nice.

I grabbed a shot glass from the cabinet after going through a few of them. I poured one for myself and tossed it back, not flinching once as it burned my throat. During the few years after the geezer died, I guess you can say that I've had my fair share of experience with alcohol. Strangely enough, it takes quite a lot to get me even the slightest bit drunk.

"Are we too late?" Monroe asked as I filled up another shot.

"I don't know. She's not here." Nick said.

"Well, nothing seems broken."

"What are you doing here?" The Grimm finally asked the universal question.

"You told me about Adalind, I figured I'd better just get over here, you know, to be safe. Did you try calling her?"

"She didn't answer."

"Well, try her again."

He did just that, but once again, she didn't answer it. Abandoning the full shot glass, I downed the rest of the bottle in one go.

"Slow down, man! Are you even suppose to be drinking during the job?"

I look up from the empty bottle, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "No. I rather not punch a hole in Nick's wall..."

"Drinking?" My partner appeared at the doorway with Monroe after pacing out in the dining room when Juliette didn't answer. He looked at me with wide eyes once he saw what was in my hands, "Juno- What are you-"

"I have a high tolerance for it." I told him calmly as I threw out the bottle. "Let's get back to the precinct."

Nick stared at me a little longer before sighing, walking over to the counter, and drinking the shot of vodka that I had abandoned.


Huehuehue, Juno loves Nick's eyes~ e3e

HEY I JUST REALIZED THAT LUFFY'S BIRTHDAY IS ON CINCO DE MAYO AND I'M LAUGHING MY ASS OFF.

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