"Anyone else think this is strange?" Wu asked as he looked between Sean Renard and Nick Burkhardt.

"I thought you would be used to this kind of strange," Hank commented from his seat.

Wu looked over at him before looking back to Sean and Nick, from reports they had both fallen into a coma at the exact same time. The nurses had been whispering about it when they'd came up to the room. Strange news travels fast.

"Do you think that we should be looking this up?" Monroe asked as he paced.

"Nick already looked through everything in the trailer," Rosalee pointed out. "And I looked through everything that we had at the spice shop."

"You think that this is a spell?" Trubel asked from beside Hank. "You said that they have a connection?"

They looked over at a knock at the door as Agent Chavez stepped in and looked around. She shut the door as the tension in the room went up. She looked each person over before focusing on Hank.

"Reception said that I could find you up here, Detective Griffin." She said, evenly. "Can we talk?"

"We can talk here," Hank replied, not moving.

"In that case," Chavez answered. "The FBI have taken over the scene and locked it down. North precinct has also been locked down until we can work out that mess or hand it over to someone with a bigger overtime budget than ours."

Chavez glanced over at Sean and Nick before looking back at Hank.

"How are they?" Chavez asked and her normally hard eyes softened.

"Doctors aren't sure," Hank replied. "Nick's condition they can understand…"

Chavez nodded.

"If you need anything, just call." Chavez offered before striding from the room.

"Nice woman," Monroe muttered and Hank snorted.

Sean suddenly groaned and rolled onto his side and the room went quiet. Monroe quickly rushed over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Sean?" Monroe said quickly and the man peered up at him. "How do you feel?"

"Like I was hit by a truck," Sean grumbled and slowly sat up and looked over to Nick. "Did I pass out?"

"You fell into a coma," Hank pipped up and Sean looked over at him sharply.

"A coma?" Sean uttered.

"I'll get a doctor," Rosalee offered and slipped from the room.

"Hank?" Sean questioned and Hank stepped over to him.

"They don't know what happened," Hank told him. "Both you and Nick fell into a coma at the same time."

Sean looked over to Nick in the other bed next to him.

"That's-" Sean went to say then stopped as the doctor bustled in with Rosalee a step behind.

Everyone went quiet as the doctor looked Nick over before focusing on Sean. The Captain took the questions in good humour but the others knew him better. Each question was tipping him closer to losing his control.

"We'll keep you in overnight, Captain Renard." The doctor informed him.

"We'll also keep an officer on the door," Hank told the man.

"Are you expecting trouble?"

"As a precaution," Hank stated and the man nodded.

"Would you like me to watch the door?" Trubel offered, once the doctor had left. "Could help to have a Grimm here."

Hank nodded.

"Thanks," Hank said with a smile. "I'll watch from inside the room."

Trubel's phone suddenly went off and she frowned as she pulled it out.

"Yeah?" Trubel answered.

"Someone broke into the house," Josh said in a rush. "I…I killed someone."

"Josh," Trubel said, quickly. "Calm down, I'm going to pass the phone to Hank."

Hank grabbed the phone.

"Josh?" Hank asked.

"Someone broke into the house," Josh explained in a rush. "I was upstairs and heard the glass break. I grabbed Sean's spare gun…I thought he was a well…I shot him, Hank. I don't know what to do."

"Wu!" Hank barked. "We have to move. Trubel stay here, Monroe we might need your nose."

"Hank?" Sean asked.

"Someone broke into your house and Josh shot them," Hank told him, then said into the phone. "Josh stay there, we are going to call it in."

"Oh, okay." Josh sighed. "I think there was only one."

"Stay there, Josh." Hank repeated. "We'll be there soon."

Hank hung up and shared a look with Sean as he palmed the phone off to Trubel.

"Stay alert," Hank warned. "They could be drawing us off."

Sean nodded and they left the room with just Trubel left behind. The Grimm wandered over to Nick's bed and laid a hand on his arm. Sean slowly sat on the side of his bed and looked at them as Trubel looked up and their eyes met.

"How are you feeling?" Trubel asked.

"Rough," Sean answered and Trubel quirked a smile.

"You look rougher."

xXx

"I know I shouldn't say it," Wu muttered. "But this is the first dead man for this house."

Hank glared over at Wu and he held up his hands in his defence.

"Just saying. How many did we cart out of the Captain's last place?" Wu pointed out.

Josh stood beside them and shifted his weight from one foot to the other and the two cops felt for him. Even after everything that Josh had seen, he still had an innocent and open feel about him. You wouldn't think that his father had been a Grimm and that he'd been on the run from Verrat since his father had been murdered. His wide eyes looked around and Hank felt the pull to treat him like one of the victims that they met.

"Let's hope that this isn't the start," Hank countered. "We just tidied up one mess."

Wu looked around at the damage and fact that the dead man had a gun beside him.

"What-what should I say happened?" Josh stuttered as he shifted nervously.

"The truth," Hank replied. "A man broke into the house with a gun and you shot him."

"They will believe that?" Josh asked.

"They will when I'll be writing up the report," Wu added and Josh shifted.

"What about him?" Josh asked, looking over at the man that he'd killed.

"I'm sure that the Captain has a number for a clean-up crew," Hank retorted.

"God knows he's needed them more than once," Wu drawled.

"Hey guys," Franco called from the doorway of the living room. "The front door was open."

Hank waved him in and Franco came in followed by the coroner and forensics.

"Come with me, Josh." Wu told the nervous man. "I'll write your report up."

"Thanks," Josh muttered and Wu led him out.

Hank looked around before pulling his phone and calling Trubel.

"Do you want Sean?" Trubel answered.

"Yes, thanks." Hank answered and he heard the phone being handed over.

"Yes?" Sean questioned.

"Unknown man with a gun," Hank reported. "It may have just been a simple B & E and he didn't realise that Josh was upstairs. You'll have to call your cleaning crew in."

"Fingerprints?"

"Turned up nothing so far," Hank replied. "No tattoos, at least. He only got as far as the living room."

"How's Josh?"

"He's shook up, Wu's taking his report now. Forensics just turned up."

"I'll get Josh booked into a hotel," Sean told him. "I'll send you the details and get that clean-up crew there tomorrow morning."

Monroe waved at Hank from the doorway and he headed that way.

"Hold on, Monroe just got back." Hank said into the phone, then looked at Monroe. "Did you find anything?"

"Three more houses that were broken into," Monroe told him. "I got yelled at by an old man five doors down that you might have to talk to."

"I have Sean on the phone," Hank stated and palmed the phone off.

"Hey, Sean." Monroe greeted then gave his report.

Hank looked over to see Rosalee standing beside the nervous Josh while he gave his report to Wu. He looked around at the other police cars and the few neighbours looking over in interest. He was sure that this was a quiet neighbourhood before Sean moved him. He almost felt pity for them.

xXx

"Hey Wu," Franco called out. "How old is this trunk?"

Wu glanced at him before walking over and Franco pointed out the trunk near the front door of the Captain's house. Wu was sure that they just hadn't had time to move it somewhere better.

"Old," Wu replied. "Was Mr Porter's great, great, grandfather's I think. Why?"

"Oh," Franco muttered as he looked at it.

"My Uncle used to have one like it," Franco replied and opened the trunk.

Wu tensed beside him as Franco looked at a couple of leather-bound books in interest. He picked one up with a whistle.

"I bet these are worth a bit," Franco remarked. "Don't see leather bound now a days."

"I imagine a lot around here is worth a bit," Wu commented as he crossed his arms. "I don't think the Captain would like you pawing through his things."

"I thought you said that Mr Porter owns this?" Franco pointed out but he placed the book away carefully and closed the lid. "Do you think he might be interested in selling it?"

"He just killed an armed intruder in the Captain's house, Franco." Wu drawled. "I don't think he would be interested in selling his great, great, grandfather's trunk."

"Yeah," Franco agreed with a nod. "I suppose you're right."

Wu just gave him a stare before wandering back over to Hank. Franco's eyes caught on Josh Porter as he stood there nervously as the forensics worked. It always seemed that odd things happened around the Captain and Nick Burkhardt. He let that go, he wasn't paid enough to think about the weird things that happened in Portland.

xXx

Meisner crept towards the dark house with a frown. He paced around the property in interest and couldn't see anyone inside. He carefully stepped up to the windows and glanced inside before picking the lock and looking around for an alarm system. If there was one, he couldn't see it as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. He used the soft light coming in from outside to look around before heading up to the bedrooms. He could tell that each room was being used and his frown deepened until he came to the main bedroom and he paused.

He chanced a light and shone the small torch around as he stepped towards the wardrobe. He looked at the clothing and that confirmed something in his mind. He'd been turning the thought over in his mind since he'd seen Sean at the police station. The clothes hanging up confirmed that Sean Renard and Nick Burkhardt were living together. His frown deepened at that, it looked like things had changed in his friend's life as he walked back out into the main room.

He clicked his light off and wandered back downstairs and to the office that he'd seen down there. He stepped in and closed the blinds before turning the light on.

"What are you doing here, Meisner?"

Meisner started at the voice and spun around to see Sean standing in the doorway. He had his hands in the pockets of his overcoat as he stood there casually. Meisner took in the man's pale complexion and drawn features. He must have only gotten home from the hospital.

"Breaking into your office," Meisner remarked mildly and Sean quirked a smile.

"Can I help you find what you are looking for?" Sean questioned.

"Possibly," Meisner answered. "We heard that Conard Bonaparte was going to make a move."

"Your information was delayed," Sean stated and leaned a shoulder into the doorframe, looking like he needed the support. "He's dead."

Meisner gave Sean a rough grin.

"Your work?" Meisner asked.

"Yes," Sean said with a hard edge to his voice.

"With the Grimm's help?" Meisner asked and saw the slight twitch in his old friend expression. "I saw your bedroom upstairs."

"Then you know enough," Sean said mildly but Meisner knew the other man well.

"How long do you think you can hold Portland?" Meisner questioned.

"As long as I can," Sean answered.

"With a Grimm by your side?"

"Two."

Meisner paused at that and looked at Sean.

"Two?" Meisner uttered. "Two Grimms?"

Sean nodded sharply.

"You have set yourself up well here then," Meisner stated. "And your plans to take your place in Vienna?"

Sean's jaw clenched and Meisner had his answer.

"And the resistance?" Meisner pressed. "You would leave them without your support?"

"They don't need a Royal bastard, Meisner." Sean stated coldly. "I am happy to help where I can but my place is here."

Meisner nodded slowly at that, he'd heard rumours and he could see that Sean had finally made his mind up about who's side he was on. Revenge could only get so far and killing Eric Renard had helped settle Meisner's mind that little more. Watching as that monster's car had gone up in flames had given Meisner a moment of satisfaction. The birth of Adalind's baby was another, to bring a babe into the world when the Royal family had taken away that chance for him.

"I didn't offer my condolences on the death of your daughter," Meisner said softly.

Sean tilted his head in acknowledgement and Meisner could see the pain, a pain he understood well.

"What are you planning on doing now?" Sean asked. "After you finish breaking into my house."

"Always something to keep me busy," Meisner commented with a shrug. "Keep in contact, Sean."

"I will," Sean replied and stepped forward.

Sean held out a hand and Meisner clasped it. He was surprised when Sean tugged him into a hug and he returned it briefly before releasing him. He stepped back and looked at Sean before giving him a nod.

"You really don't look well, my friend." Meisner mentioned.

"It comes from being shot with a bullet proof vest on," Sean drawled and Meisner smirked.

"I've been there," Meisner muttered. "Good night, Sean."

"Good night," Sean countered.

Meisner was halfway down the hallway before Sean called out and he turned back

"Meisner," Sean said with a smirk. "Try using the front door next time."

"Where's the fun in that?" Meisner replied with a wave over his shoulder.

Sean just chuckled in answer.

xXx

Nick woke slowly with a pounding headache and blurred vision. He could tell that he was in a hospital room, more off smell then sight.

"Hey Nick," Trubel said from beside him. "How're you feeling?"

Nick looked over in her direction as his vision slowly came into focus and he took in the image of the young woman.

"Like I took a metal bar to the head," Nick replied, hoarsely. "What happened?"

"You took a bullet to the head," Trubel said mildly. "That's like a metal bar, I suppose."

"What?" Nick uttered in confusion as his headache kicked up. "Bullet to the head?"

"Side of the head," Trubel amended. "Fractured your skull."

Nick tried to remember what had happened without luck.

"I don't remember," Nick remarked.

"What do you last remember?"

"Someone pulled a bag over my head and threw me into the side of a van," Nick answered.

"That would have been the start of the kidnapping," Trubel said evenly. "It doesn't get much better from there."

Nick winced, reached up and touched on a bandage on the side of his head.

"Do you want me to get the doctor?" Trubel asked.

xXx

"Sean Renard?"

Sean turned to the nurse on the desk before he could reach Nick's room.

"Yes?" Sean questioned.

"The doctor would like to talk to you before you see Mr Burkhardt," the woman told him with a smile. "Just wait a minute and I'll call him up."

Sean tapped the desk impatiently as he waited. He hadn't slept well and he just wanted to see Nick. His eyes focused on Doctor Jackson Jones as the man hurried towards him.

"Sorry to hold you up, Captain Renard." The doctor said quickly and led him over to two chairs. "I wanted to catch you before you saw Mr Burkhardt."

"Did something happen?" Sean demanded.

"Nothing bad," Jackson assured. "Mr Burkhardt woke up but is having memories problems."

Sean felt a sinking in his stomach and his mind went to what had happened with Juliette.

"What kind of memory problems?" Sean questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"From what we have summarised," Jackson told him. "He remembers being attacked and thrown into a van then nothing after that."

Sean felt a chill.

"I wanted you to know," Jackson continued. "His mind is still fragile at this stage and we don't want to put him under any added stress."

"I understand," Sean agreed.

"Just take it slow," Jackson warned. "The memories may come back as the swelling goes down."

Sean nodded sharply.

"Anything else?" Sean pressed. "When is he being released?"

"In a couple more days," Jackson suggested. "Maybe a little longer, depends on Mr Burkhardt at this stage but he is healing quickly."

"Thank you," Sean stated and gave him a nod.

Sean walked down to Nick's room with the doctor's words in his head. He looked through the glass window to see Trubel beside Nick with a book in her hands. He opened the door and the woman looked up sharply with that dark presence around her before giving him a nod and a small smile.

"He woke up," Trubel told him. "He wasn't awake for long but he's woken up a few times."

"Yea," Sean said as he closed the door behind him. "The doctor spoke to me. Why don't you pick up Josh from the motel and go home?"

"Sure," Trubel said and clasped a hand to his shoulder on the way out.

Sean settled into the seat that Trubel had been in and started up his laptop.

"Hey," Nick whispered, some time later.

Sean looked into Nick's glazed eyes and gave him a smile.

"I was about to see if a kiss from a prince would wake the sleeping beauty," Sean remarked.

Nick frowned in confusion and Sean grew concerned until the look cleared and Nick quirked a smile.

"Did I miss that?" Nick whispered. "How about now?"

Sean chuckled, leaned forward and gently touched his lips to Nick's in an innocent kiss. He pulled back and Nick smirked.

"You call that a kiss, my prince?" Nick drawled and Sean laughed. "I would have slept through that one."

"Doctor's orders," Sean stated.

"What happened?" Nick questioned. "Trubel couldn't tell me much except that I was kidnapped and shot in the head?"

"That is correct," Sean told him. "You were kidnapped in an attempt to use you as leverage against me to help place certain people into positions of power."

Nick frowned at his answer.

"Something went wrong?" Nick questioned.

"I didn't agree to help them," Sean said carefully. "In the resulting confrontation you and I were both shot. My vest stopped the bullet aimed at me, you weren't so lucky."

"You are using 'press' talk," Nick pointed out with a frown. "What are you leaving out?"

"A fair amount," Sean admitted. "But the doctor warned me to not put you under added stress. How are you feeling?"

"Head is killing me," Nick confessed.

"Do you need more pain killers?" Sean asked, already on his feet.

"No, Sean." Nick said quickly. "They just send me back to sleep."

Sean settled back in his seat.

"The FBI have taken over this case," Sean told him. "I'm sure that Agent Chavez will be by to take your statement."

"The little I remember," Nick grumbled.

Sean just slipped his hand into Nick's and gave it a squeeze.

xXx

Nick sat up on his bed as the doctor asked him the same set of questions and he answered them. He still had a pounding headache but the doctor had told him that he was healing and that he may have headaches for a while. He looked over when Agent Chavez arrived at his door and he gave her a nod. She stepped in and the doctor wrapped his questions up and left.

"How are you feeling?" Chavez asked as she closed the door and walked over to his bed.

"Besides a pounding headache and memory loss," Nick drawled. "Not too bad."

Chavez gave him a small smile before pulling her notebook.

"Captain Renard filled me in from his side," Chavez told him.

"I'm not sure that you'll get much from my side," Nick remarked as he touched the side of his head.

"Do you know when you are getting released?"

"Tomorrow they said."

"Is Josh Porter a Grimm?"

Nick pulled back with a frown at the question.

"No," Nick replied. "I thought you had his file?"

"I do," Chavez confirmed.

"But not everything is in a person's file."

Chavez gave him a smile and a nod.

"Look, Nick." Chavez broached. "I should tell you that I am part of a group-"

"Stop," Nick ordered. "I know that you are more than you seem, Chavez. You don't need to tell me, we are working well together at the moment. I'm sure if it becomes an issue we can deal with it then."

Chavez nodded and slipped her notebook away.

"Keep in touch," Chavez offered with a nod. "Hope you are feeling better soon."

"Thanks," Nick said with a smile.

After Chavez left, Nick sat there for a while in thought.