Chapter 45

The aroma of dinner wafted up to my nose in the stairwell. It was heavenly. I went downstairs and headed into the kitchen. Monroe may not have wanted any help, but I could at least keep him company. He was busy moving pots and pans and had all four burners on the stove in use. He smiled when I walked in, but he never stopped moving. One of the saucepans had chicken simmering and I raised an eyebrow.

"Chicken? Is that wise?" I asked Monroe, pointing to the saucepan.

"I have control," he reminded me and smiled. "And I do mean I have control… of everything." And there was glint in his red eyes. Oh, Mr. Wolf was talking again. I gave him a coy smile and walked over to the dining room table to start to work, but the table was already set. There were two red taper candles as center pieces.

"You already did this, too?" I asked.

"No, your mom wanted to help me," he replied, turning back to his pans on the stove, "so I suggested the table and she went all out." Mom had used the good dinnerware we saved for the holidays. She must have considered this a special occasion, and I sighed at the thought. I eyed the candles again. Red ones just wouldn't do. I went to the hutch and found two white ones and switched them out. With nothing further to work on, I felt completely useless. I walked back over to the stove.

"You know I can chop, cut, or dice anything you need," I offered to Monroe as I massaged his shoulders and kissed down his neck while he was stirring a pan. He made a pleasing noise at the massage and the kissing.

"Go sit. I've got this," he replied and then added, "but I'll want more of that massage later." He turned to give me a wink. "And definitely more of those lips," he added.

"At least I have some use left in me," I replied, letting go of his shoulders.

"Oh, I have quite a few uses in mind for you tonight, Red," Mr. Wolf said. My teeth went into my lip before I had a chance to stop myself.

"It's a good thing I'm halfway dressed for tonight under these clothes," I replied in a blasé tone. Monroe jerked toward me, his red eyes penetrating my body like he was trying to see past my clothes to view the 'Blutbad Red' underwear.

"I'd have you on the ground right now… but I might burn my zucchini and corn casserole," Mr. Wolf said with a dash of Monroe underneath.

"I'd be willing to risk the casserole," I retorted. My recklessness was talking again. Mr. Wolf's fiery eyes were telling me that he'd let the casserole burn to a crisp if Monroe would let him.

About that time Monroe's cell phone rang.

"Ah, Nick and his impeccable timing," I smirked. I was ecstatic that he called back, but he'd paused our little game. Nick didn't know it, but he'd just saved the life of a casserole. Monroe made a face and answered it as he went back to stirring a pot with the other hand.

He told Nick he'd went to the library, found the film, and saw the woge just like I'd suggested. I crept up beside Monroe, hoping to hear Nick's response, but my human hearing wasn't nearly as good as a Blutbad's.

"Yeah… Oh, you did? Oh. So, then… Well, okay. Yeah… You too, man." And Monroe hung up.

"What did he say?" I asked anxiously. I was on pins and needles.

"Well, apparently Nick also found a film canister that had footage of Hitler. And he'd already seen what you did today… that Hitler was a Blutbad. So, he, umm, thanked us for the effort but he already had what he needed."

"Really?" I grumbled. So, the Grimm had done the same thing I did and found film footage. I shouldn't have been too surprised. He was a Grimm and that's what they do. He even told us he was going to do research. My arms hung at my sides and I let out a low sigh.

"Hey, it's okay. You figured it out without Nick. And if you hadn't found the photo and guessed he was Wesen, Nick wouldn't have even looked in that direction." Monroe always knew the right thing to say. He gave me a hug with his free arm as he continued to stir his pan.

"But it's still intriguing… I just want to know more," I said aloud.

"I understand. Maybe you will eventually," he said and smiled at me. "You know, if you do turn out to be a Grimm, you're already a great one." Hopefully I was just a fairy.


A/N: Next chapter is dinner... We have 15 chapters left to go!

Ooh, I've hit over 100,000 words! Looks like this is the only Grimm fanfic to do that so far. Yeah, I'm a wordy gal. LOL!

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