Okay, little warning here. In this chapter, I both went over past episodes and a bit of the wiki to make sure things made sense, so I apologize in advance if it doesn't to you, if I missed something, or you're just confused.

A Fanfiction Inspired By Blue Exorcist.

I do not own Grimm.

I do own my OC.

XI

"Still can't believe that you drank half a bottle of vodka... I shouldn't have let you drive, let alone come back to the precinct with me."

For the thousandth time, I rolled my eyes. "If you're so worried about the alcohol getting to me, then I'll tell you that my body burns off most of it due to it's heat."

"Another thing to add onto the unique things about you."

"More like weird things..." I muttered more to myself as Wu approached us with a file in his hand. He explained how Adalind arrived on a plane from Vienna - lucky bastard - but there was nothing that showed that she rented a car, which meant someone may have picked her up, and there was no hotel or motel room signed under her name. In other words, she may have been in someone else's.

"Alright. Juno, I want you to triangulate Juliette's phone. You can do it quickly, right?" Nick asked.

I already had my laptop out and ready to use by the time he finished, "Let's just say that you're lucky to have me. Number?"

He wrote it out for me just before Captain Renard called for him to go into his office. I took a quick glance at Nick's retreating back, before turning back to the screen.

"You're really good at that... Why aren't you part of the tech team?" Wu asked as he watched me type in an impressive speed.

"Too boring." I said shortly before clicking the enter button. I glared suspiciously at the blinking red dot on the map. Shutting my laptop, I picked it up and carried it to the captain's office. I knock on the door and got my okay to enter.

I look at the two seated occupants of the room. "I got it. Portland Java."

"Who we tracking?" Renard questioned.

"Juliette." Nick replied. "Adalind knows her, and if she went after Hank..." He trailed off.

Renard nods his head, leaning back in his seat. He looks at my partner, "Call her."

I sighed silently as I leaned against the wall, watching him take out his phone to call Juliette once again. Though, I was pleasantly surprised when the Grimm breathed out a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, there you are..." A few seconds of silence. "I'm sorry, I was... worried. Are you alright?" Pause. "Are you alone?" ... "Who?" ... "Is it Adalind?"

Nick then looked at me almost nervously. I gave him a reassuring nod. Whatever it was, Juliette was getting annoyed. I would too if someone was asking who I was with. "No, I know. I was just trying to get a hold of her. I thought maybe she contacted you. I heard she was in Portland?" ... "Fine, Adalind. You?"

Renard made a motion to me and I nodded, leaving the office to get Wu and tell him to get some officers in cars. And soon enough, I was taking a ride with Nick to Portland Java with sirens blaring in front of us.

"...Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand your rights?"

"Yes."

"Let's go."

I winced the moment I stepped inside and saw Juliette and Nick having a stare down as Wu cuffed Adalind. Okay, I'm going to slooowwwly back away now... Then leave the shop and-

"Why is she being arrested?" Juliette caught up with me. Damn.

"She's a suspect in her mother's murder." Phew, she's talking to Nick.

"You think she killed her own mother?" She narrowed her eyes at him as I leaned against the wall of the little cafe away from them, but in hearing range.

"I think she needs to answer some questions." He tells her as if it were obvious.

"Nick, she was in Europe when her mother was killed. And you used me." Ugh, she's right.

"I didn't use you. Juliette, I was worried about you!"

"Why don't you stop?" She spun around to look at me. "Juno, do you really believe this?"

Oh God, I'm facing the wrath of a female, okay... Choose your words wisely, Juno. I open my mouth to speak, but... Nothing came out. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell her my reasons of letting this arrest happen. No matter what I say, she won't believe me.

I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration when she gave me a hurt and angry look before rushing back inside the cafe. She's mad. Really mad.

"That didn't go so well." Was the first thing Nick said as he entered the room behind the one-way mirror.

"Well, sounds like she can prove where she was when her mother was killed."

"Well, that doesn't mean she wasn't involved." The Grimm argued, "She could have hired it done. Just like with Hank."

"What about this key that she mentioned?" Now that he mentions it, I'm curious as well. "Mean anything to you?"

He shook his head, "No."

"Nick, if you're involved in anything..."

"She's a lawyer, I don't know what the hell she's talking about."

"Let me talk to her."

They both turn towards me, surprised. Renard glanced at Adalind through the one-way mirror before raising an eyebrow at me. "You sure?"

I shrugged. "She won't confess, but I can get a reaction from her."

He sighed, "Go for it."

I nod, taking off my clothed sword and backpack, leaning them against the wall. I point at them and look at Nick, "Don't let anyone touch." Before leaving the room.

On my way there, I took a couple of calming breathes. If I didn't keep myself collected, then I might explode at the sight of the woman.

I didn't hesitate when I twisted the knob and entered the interrogation room, closing the door behind me. The blonde woman looked up from where she sat and smiled at me, though she eyed my hair and eyes. "Hello."

I nodded in greeting and made my way over to the chair across from her and sat down in it. I crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned back in my seat. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Schade..."

Smile still glued to her face, "Pleasure to meet you too. Considering the circumstances." She folds her hands on top of the table. "Are you going to ask me questions too? Like where I was? When I was there? Why I was there?"

I shook my head. "No..." I tilt my head to the side as I stared at her. Her hair was almost identical to her mother's, a pale blonde. Their façade as well. They constantly have it risen for all to see.

Of course, I'm not naive enough to believe that smile on her face is real. You know how people say that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul? Of course you have, but like most windows, they have curtains. I guess I'll have to open her's.

Escaping my inner thoughts, I silently watch her fidget under my gaze. I've interrogated people before - or more like Demons - and I tend to get a sense of pleasure seeing them squirm in discomfort under my gaze. The bad ones of course. I guess it's the blood I share in my veins causing it. "Have you ever wondered... Why people do what they do?" I suddenly ask. "Simple things like a mailman or cashier... Maybe bigger things like robbery or even murder."

She looks at me strangely and shakes her head, "If you're trying to get me to admit that I killed my mother, I'm sorry, but you found the wrong person. I was in Vienna while she was killed-"

"I know." I cut her off. "It's just that, people have reasons, y'know? Working to keep up with rent... Robbing a convenience store to support the family... Murdering for vengeance... There can be both good and bad reasons for doing what people do. So tell me, Ms. Schade... Why did you come back to Portland other than to possibly visit your mother's grave?"

"Nothing. Why, do you think I'm up to something?" She asks in confusion.

"Of course I do. Please don't take me as an idiot." I uncrossed my arms to rest them on top of the table. "I'm not going to say that you killed your mother, or anything like that."

"Say, you look familiar. Have I seen you before?"

I mentally scoffed at her attempt to change the subject. "Maybe. After all, your mother tried to seduce my father. It was really a surprise when I saw her dead body, covered in scratches, cuts, and bruises... Lying there in her own blood. Glass everywhere, furniture destroyed... Her eyes, wide open. Bluish-green eyes just like your's. You can tell that the moment her life was taken away, she was terrified."

The smile on her face struggled to stay as her locked fingers on the table tightened every so slightly. "I don't really appreciate you-"

"I heard something got taken from you." I announce in interest, eyeing her tense form. "Not sure what, but... It's really important to the family, isn't it? I wonder how your mother felt... Her parting gift... The very last time you saw her, let alone speak with her."

Her smile dropped.

"You poor, poor thing." I whispered unsympathetically. "Must've been hard, hm? You leave to a beautiful place like Vienna, enjoying your time there while your mother was being killed... And when did you find out she died exactly?"

"A few days after." She grits out in her best neutral voice.

"I see, and when you came back to Portland, the first thing you did was visit Hank?"

"Oh, yes." A grin immediately popped up, "I missed him. Me and him use to date."

I shook my head in confusion, "But I'm sure that the second you got here, you would have visited your mother's grave."

"I arrived here during the night, the cemetery wasn't open."

"Of course, I almost forgot, but why visit Hank when he clearly despises you?"

She shrugged, "I just wanted to say hi. Like I said, I really missed him."

"Yes, and that makes me wonder, why does he despise you?"

"We didn't agree with some things."

"I don't believe you."

"Then what does this have to do with the murder of my mother?"

"It doesn't." I stated bluntly. "It has to do with you. Like I said, I'm not an idiot. I'm not a cop that just asks simple questions. I can see something in you that no one else can." I leaned a bit closer, locking my eyes with her's. "I can see what you hide behind that thing you call a smile."

Both Renard and Nick leaned closer to the glass in anticipation. When Juno first came in, they both looked at each other. The atmosphere had been tense, especially since the Exorcist barely spoke a word and did a lot of observing.

It wasn't until he started detailing her mother's dead body, did they realize what he was doing after the slightly random questions before that. He wasn't just trying to get answers from her, but was trying to get through her psychologically. The reaction was immediate, they clearly saw her fidgeting and the moment her smile dropped...

"He's getting to her. I'm not sure how, but-" Renard cuts himself off when Juno asked her about Hank, then leading it up to this very moment.

"The thing you used around Hank when the both of you were dating. Even Nick when he was just in here. Your mother as well. I wonder if you even cried when you heard about her death."

"I was angry." She states.

"Oh? Finally starting to share your feelings now? Anger usually leads to very bad things, like vengeance... Perhaps you wanted to avenge her? To who you thought killed her?"

She stayed silent, her gaze unwavering from his.

"You must still be bottling it up inside... All of that anger. Hate. It all just wants to explode. Though, things don't add up. The day after you arrived, you had plenty of time to visit your mother's grave, yet there was no sight of you anywhere near the cemetery where she lies. Trust me, I've checked many, many times."

A frown tugged on her lips as Nick shook his head in amazement. Yes, it's strange hearing Juno talk this much, but he was enjoying this side of him too much to take note of it. He was good. Dangerously good.

"I was visiting my friend, Juliette."

"But wasn't the whole purpose of coming to Portland is to visit her grave? I find it rather pointless to come here to talk to some friends if that was it. Especially if you were having a nice, hot cup of coffee, chatting away for so long, that visiting hours come to an end for the day."

She placed her hands on her lap. "I lost track of time."

"Lost track of time?" He repeated, "How could you when you're mourning your mother's death, and have yet to visit her? I find that confusing."

Adalind remained silent, though she started to glance around the room as if she were avoiding something. That was until her gaze was finally pulled back to meet Juno's once again. If it was possible, her body got even more tense.

"Or maybe you didn't come here to visit her grave. Maybe you had a chat with Juliette to get some type of information. That's very low... Chatting it up with a so-called friend just to get information you want as your mother's body is slowly rotting several feet under-"

"Stop talking about her!" She finally snapped. "And stop staring at me!"

"Why should I? Does it bother you?"

"Yes!"

"I don't care." He said in a highly amused tone. "Your eyes really do look like her's. Well, if they weren't drained away with life, that is." He leaned back in his seat once again, watching her figure relax. "Everyone else out there may be completely oblivious, thinking you're innocent once you give them the proof and walk out of here. But just know... That I know. I know what you've done and will do. It's just like I said, I see the things behind that thing you call a smile... And now..." He stands up from his seat, "Your eyes." He leaves the room.

The second the door closes, Adalind immediately relaxes, nearly sinking back into her seat in pure and utter relief. She tried to keep her shaky breathes at bay as she set her hands back onto the table, watching them shake for a while before trying to collect herself.

Juno walks back inside the room we both were in and immediately turned his gaze to Adalind. Almost instantly, she tensed and looked around the room. "Hm... Did I overdo it?" He muttered to himself, tilting his head to the side rather... cutely in Nick's opinion.

"A little, but it was necessary." Renard answered him. "You did a great job. You may be right about her up to something, but we don't have the proof." He then walked out of the room, most likely heading to his office.

The Exorcist turned his gaze away from Adalind to look at Nick, who had been watching him for a while. He again tilted his head slightly, "Hm?..."

He seemed to have snapped out of it and shook his head. "Nothing, sorry." With a light red staining his cheeks, he made his way towards the door.

Juno followed after him and took a hold of his sleeve, stopping him from opening the door. Nick turned and looked down at him, "Yeah?"

His multi-colored eyes scanned over his face curiously before he reached up with his free hand to poke his cheek. "You look better when you smile." He told him before letting go and leaving the room with his things in his hands.

The only thing Nick could do was watch him leave with almost comically wide eyes and heat creeping up to his face.

There's definitely something wrong with me.

Again, I'm sorry if the little interrogation scene didn't make sense, missed some parts, or it just confused you. There is a reason why I did it, and the reason will come in the future. If you have any questions, ask me and I'll answer them in the next chapter!

Even though I've just started this story recently, and I don't have that many followers compared to other people, I appreciate those who have stayed with me this far along. So thank you! :D

Oh, and a little teaser for next chapter - Prepare for the feels.

Juno: Oh God, what are you planning now?

Pommy: Nothing~

?: Fufufu, little Juno is scared? How amusing.

Pommy: HEY! You're not suppose to be in the fanfic yet! GET OUT!

?: Boo... You're no fun, my dear writer.

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P.S. I have a question... Should I add a lil'... sexy time in the future? Huehuehue...