Kidnapped Chapter 14 AKA Safe and Sound, a grimm fanfic

We have now reached the end of this story; this is the original idea and song that made me come up with the scenario. Thank you to everyone who read and offered encouragement, especially my regular readers. Now that this is finished, I will be continuing with MonRosalee's Playlist and Monroe and Rosalee Make a Porno as the ideas come.

I still don't own the characters, the show, NBC, or this song.

I could lift you up;

I could show you what you wanna see

And take you where you wanna be.

You could be my luck;

Even if the sky is falling down,

I know that we'll be safe and sound.

We're safe and sound.

I could fill your cup;

You know my river won't evaporate

This world we still appreciate.

You could be my luck;

Even in a hurricane of frowns,

I know that we'll be safe and sound.

Safe and sound, we're safe and sound.

Hold your ground, we're safe and sound.

Safe and sound.

The janitor (and part time Haunted House Monster), Daryl Conroy, needed to be treated for some broken bones and, according to the paramedic, a bite from something that almost took his finger off. Nick looked at the unconscious man's finger, and it definitely looked a little like hamburger meat. She may not be woging yet, but Sophia could definitely do some damage when she wanted to; the Grimm made a mental note not to piss the little Alpha off.

Since this all took place off the books, much of the story had to be changed. Conroy was determined to be in need of a psych evaluation; he believed his twin brother, who was killed in a car crash when they were 20, was still alive and it was the dead brother's idea to cleanse Portland of "abomination" children. The woman evaluating him, a Balam, whispered to Nick that she was pretty sure his delusions meant he was working alone, and Monroe, Rosalee, and their growing brood should be safe.

I could show you love;

In a tidal wave of mystery,

You'll still be standing next to me.

You could be my luck;

Even if we're six feet underground,

I know that we'll be safe and sound.

We're safe and sound.

Safe and sound, safe and sound.

Hold your ground, safe and sound.

I could lift you up;

I could show you what you wanna see

And take you where you wanna be.

You could be my luck;

Even if the sky is falling down,

I know that we'll be safe and sound.

Monroe and Rosalee excitedly wait to see their newest family member on the screen. They promised to bring Sophia home a picture of her new sibling; Sophia kept correcting them to the plural, but they figured it was just a verbal quirk, as she still tends to pluralize some things that shouldn't be and make some things singular that should be plural.

Doctor Julliard says that since it is so early, they will be able to see more if they did the ultrasound vaginally. Rosalee adjusts herself as Monroe holds her hand. They watch the screen, and Doctor Julliard pushes some buttons to make adjustments. She points at two little separate little bubbles.

"Guess what, mom and dad? Twins! Sophia's going to have a pair of little siblings!" Monroe smiles and gently nuzzles his wife as they listen to the heartbeats of their twins. His little Pup will be a great big sister, and, if the last few days were any indicator, she will always keep her siblings safe and sound.

We're safe and sound, we're safe and sound.

Safe and sound, we're safe and sound.

Hold your ground, we're safe and sound.

Safe and sound.

Thanks for reading!