She'd decided to go with Charlie to the bar that evening but first she'd have to wait out the rest of her day, which she did by shifting between lying in bed doing nothing and transcribing the books while watching TV.

In the afternoon, around three pm, Hasle come by for a visit. She said it was to check that Trubel had taken her meds, but she stayed long after she'd done that, chatting while watching some cop show on TV. Her bed wasn't big enough for two so Hasle had opted to sit on the single chair instead, placed near the bed for easy viewing.

About half an hour into the cop show Hasle changed the subject abruptly.

"Have you thought about how you're going to frame the reinibashers?" Trubel glanced at Hasle, who hadn't looked away from the TV.

"I have, but so far the best I've got is to catch them in the act and convince the victims to purger themselves. I could ask Nick I guess, he always seems to manage."

"Nick's another Grimm?" Hasle turned to look at her. She hadn't meant to say his name since there was always a risk that someone might try to use any information the could get against the Grimms, but it was too late to worry about that. Besides, Nick was already fairly known among the enemies of the Grimm.

"Oh, yeah. He taught me a lot about being a Grimm, including that not all Wesen are evil. He's also a cop so if anybody knows how to frame Wesen for crimes they've committed he'd be the one."

"And if he doesn't know?" She was clearly worried about something, either the Reinigen or what she'd do to the Klaustreich.

"I could ask him right now if you want, that way he has some time to think about it."

"That'd be good."

Trubel turned down the volume on the TV before she called him.

"Burkhart." He answered after just one ring, he had to have already gotten off from work.

"It's Trubel. I was wondering how you usually frame your perp when it looks like it was an animal attack."

"Depends on the animal."

"Mountain lion." If it had been canine she might have been able to say they used dogs, this was harder to explain.

"I usually lie about the exact method. Anything from fake claws to using an actual animal will work, but it wouldn't hold up if I wasn't a police detective assigned to the case. You could do it by stacking a court with a Wesen only jury or maybe bypass conventional courts entirely by appealing to the Wesen council."

"I'm not sure that'll work." Hasle got worried the moment she said it, maybe she shouldn't have left the room before calling.

"Yeah, might not. If all else fails you could just kill them, assuming they're killers. I'll ask around, see if anybody we know has a better idea. Maybe Renard knows someone wherever you are?" Trubel wasn't sure if that's how she wanted to succeed. Sure the royals were well connected, so that strategy could work, but if she always had to depend on others to put the killers away she wouldn't get much done.

"I'm in Seattle." She decided she'd figure out how to do things on her own with time, and that what really mattered was getting things done one case at a time.

"Then maybe Rosalee knows someone who could help."Rosalee?

"Why would she…?"

"She used to live there before she came to Portland. Seven years if I remember right. I'll call you back if we have something."

"Alright then. Thanks." Trubel hung up.

"That didn't sound too promising."

"It isn't as bad as it sounded, really. We have several strategies that might work, it's just that I don't like them. Ideally we'd have a surefire way of framing them, or better yet there'd be a Wesen court with a Wesen only jury, but it doesn't seem like I can do this on my own like I'd hoped to."

She called Kathrine again, to ask if she could reach out to the Wesen council, and gave her a number for them to call, the number of another burner phone she'd prepared. After that she reached out to another organization, hoping one of them could be the solution.

Hasle left when Charlie came to pick up Trubel, at around five thirty pm. She wasn't really a fighter, despite how well she'd handled the Grosersauger lat they'd met, so she had no intention of seeking the monster out, whether it was that big guy or not.

Trubel, for her part, wasn't back in fighting condition yet, the stab-wound hadn't healed and her bones where still soft, but she was the only one who could identify the suspect so she had to be there , but she didn't have to fight unless Charlie got in trouble.

The car ride there was fairly uneventful, only thing of note was that the burnt down building from the news was just one building away from the bar, and they spent most of it going over what they knew about Grosersaugers: that they were big, strong, slow, and don't mind getting pinned by a car but decapitation was supposed to work. Their necks were also wide so just one swing wasn't likely to be enough.

Charlie had brought a freshly sharpened broadsword hidden under a trench coat and Trubel had her machete under her jacket. Right before they entered the bar Charlie gave her the car keys, so he wouldn't have to drive if they'd have to chase their suspect.

At a glance she couldn't see the big guy, but she did spot Scott so she sat down at his table.

"Oh, great, what do you want this time," Scott snarled at her.

"I was wondering what the bartender from the other night was called."

"This place only has one tender, his name's Kennith. Why do you want to know?" The big guy had called him Kevin, so he'd been wrong about that name too.

"Another case I'm looking into. The big guy from last time, the one you argued with, is he hew in the area?"

"Think so." Scott nodded.

"Have you seen him around today?"

"He's in the corner over there." Scott pointed to a table in the alcove by the windows, and sure enough, there he was gulping down a glass of water with a half empty pitcher next to him.

The moment he saw Trubel looking his way he bolted towards the door, pushing several people aside and spilling many drinks along the way. She and Charlie were hot on his tail.

As soon as they got out of the bar Trubel ran to the car. Charlie was chasing the guy on foot, towards the burnt building, and he was catching up so the car wasn't needed to catch him, but she still drove off after them.

She decided against slamming him with the car, mainly because if he isn't the Grosersauger she'd risk crippling him but also because the Grosersauger wouldn't, so it was a loose loose.

The big guy looked behind himself and, seeing not only Charlie but a car chasing him, woged, growing several decimeters, and took a sharp turn into the burnt down building.

Charlie didn't follow, and it took Trubel half a second to see why: The entrance, that the Grosersauger had effortlessly fit through, was collapsed, leaving only a small opening. Charlie wasn't a bodybuilder but he was bigger than Trubel and she'd have to struggle to get in through a hole that small.

Or, she would. Normally.

"I'm going inn after him." She rushed out of the car and squeezed through the gap, feeling her bones move and compress, allowing her through. As soon as she was through she pulled out her machete.