Derek went after the bad guy Wesen with a sudden ferocity. They tumbled down the stairs together, a blur of teeth and claws, leaving Nick alone with the mysterious blond woman. She raised Hank's gun angrily, beginning to suspect she wasn't going to win this one.
"You were stalling me!" She shrieked angrily. Nick tugged at the bedpost he was handcuffed to frantically, wobbling it a little.
"This is all your fault!" She squeezed the trigger just as the post broke free, Nick rolling out of the way, the bullet lodging itself into the wall. He jumped at her, swinging the post he was still chained to. It smacked the gun out of her hands, making it clatter to the floor. She lunged at him angrily, clawing at his face. He threw her down and managed to handcuff the squirming woman to the old radiator in the corner. She screamed at him, furious. He attempted to rouse the others, but got no answer except a low moan from each. He heard fighting outside his window. It sounded like Derek and Carl had decided to take the fight outside.
Nick slid a huge locked trunk out of the closet and opened it quickly. Inside were tons of weapons, all things he had taken out of the trailer Aunt Marie had given him before she died. He knew they would come in handy someday. He quickly searched his mind for anything he had seen in any of the ancient books he owned that would help him kill whatever kind of Wesen Carl was. He vaguely remembered seeing a picture of something close and a description of how to kill it. What was it, what was it? Yes! He pulled a shimmering axe out of the trunk, weighing it in his hands. Realizing what he was planning to do, the woman shreiked even louder. He ignored her and took off down the stairs and out into the street.
He spotted all the lights on in the surrounding houses, and an angry yelling from one yard in particular. He grimiced. It was old lady Macreed, the meanest thing, human or Wesen, Nick had ever met. She was yelling angrily and spraying the hose at the two figures fighting, destroying her prized garden.
"Ma'am, go back inside!" He yelled at her as he charged past, holding up his badge in the hand that was not currently occupied by an axe. She complied begrudgingly, muttering something about hooligans in masks as she slammed the door shut behind her.
Derek seemed to be winning at the moment, digging his teeth into Carl's furry arm. "Move!" Nick yelled as he rushed in. Surprised, Derek rolled out of the way just as Nick's axe connected with the Wesen he had been fighting with moments before.
"Gross."
They looked down at the body. Suddenly it started to bubble and fizz, dissolving into nothing except a patch of the garden that looked like nothing was going to grow there ever again.
"Well that was convenient."
They walked back to the house together. Nick could only imagine how ridiculous they must have looked, with Derek's clothes all torn up and Nick wielding a giant battle axe.
"So, werewolf?" Nick asked
"Werewolf." Derek confirmed.
"Great."