A/N I do not own nor do I have any rights to the show Grimm.
Chapter 1
It was 5:30 P.M., on the first Sunday in June, in Portland, Oregon, seven years after the Zerstörer was defeated, and Detective Nick Burthardt, his partner for the past four years Detective Erica Espinosa, Sargent Drew Wu and two police officers were in Professor Jeremy Knight's house.
Erica was Valentina Espinosa's first cousin once removed and also a Balam. She was thirty-years-old and stood 5' 7".
Hank Griffin had been promoted to captain four years ago, soon after Sean Renard had been promoted to commander.
Professor Knight (a healthy forty-two-year-old professor at Portland University) had been found dead in his home of unknown causes by his thirty-six-year-old sister, and Nick and Erica were looking for evidence of foul play.
A few miles from Professor Knight's house, Dr. Kristy Cain (a forty-eight-year-old doctor of psychiatry) had driven her blue Ford Escape from her recently sold home in Twin Falls, Idaho to Portland before parking in her parents' driveway. The U-Haul trailer that she was hauling was filled with her family's personal belongings (such as clothes and other small personal items) and it hung slightly in the street. Kristy's furniture and larger items were brought to Portland by way of a moving company, and it had been placed in a Portland storage facility.
Kristy was a Korean/American woman. She was slender with an hourglass figure, and while barefooted she stood 5' 9". She had long dark brown hair that was pulled back into a pony tail and brown eyes. She wore blue jeans, a pullover light blue shirt and tan tennis shoes. Her jewelry consisted of her wedding ring, earrings and her watch.
Kristy's eighteen-year-old son, Benjamin (Ben) was sitting in the front passenger seat. Unlike his recently deceased dad, Detective Daniel Cain of the Twin Falls Police Department, (who was a Caucasian man with light brown hair, blue eyes and stood 5' 9" as well while barefooted), Ben stood 5' 10" and had prominent Korean features with dark brown hair and brown eye. He wore blue jeans, a short-sleeve tan shirt with a collar and brown hiking boots.
Kristy's fifteen-year-old daughter Olivia was laying across the backseat. Olivia—while barefooted—stood 5' 7" and she too had prominent Korean features with dark brown hair and brown eye, and like her mom, she was slender. She wore blue jeans, a white pullover shirt and blue tennis shoes.
In the house, Dr. David and Megan Chang (Kristy's parents) were sitting on the living room couch while watching TV. A wingback chair sat on the left side of the couch and a recliner sat on the right side of the couch.
David (also a doctor of psychiatry) stood 5' 10". He was seventy-three-years-old, and since he was in good health, he didn't want to retire.
Megan was seventy-two-years-old and stood 5' 7".
Once Kristy turn off her engine, Ben looked towards the back seat and said, "Wake up, Olivia. We're here."
"I'm not asleep," Olivia replied in a tone as if she was mentally trying to overcome pain of some sort.
As Olivia remained where she was at without opening her eyes, Kristy asked. "Does your head still hurt?" When Olivia didn't answer or move a muscle, she continued to say, "Olivia, it's been sixteen days since you had uttered a syllable to me. Don't you think that this childish behavior had gone long enough?"
Without saying a word, Olivia sat up, shoved opened her door and got out of the SUV as quickly as she could.
Olivia slightly slammed the door shut once she was out and then stormed towards the front door.
"I guess not," Kristy replied before sighing. She and Ben then went to get out of the SUV.
Once out of the SUV, Kristy grabbed her purse and followed behind Olivia and Ben.
Olivia rang the doorbell as soon as she reached it and waited patiently for one of her grandparents to answer.
Megan answered the door and greeted Olivia with a hug, and during the hug, she asked, "How are you doing, kiddo?"
"Not well," Olivia answered honestly before breaking the hug.
"It will get better. Just hang in there," Megan said before looking at Kristy and Ben.
Olivia watched David as he stepped up and asked, "How about a hug for your grandfather?"
"As long as you are asking as my grandfather and not as Dr. Chang," Olivia replied while watching him closely.
"Yes, I'm asking as your grandfather," David replied.
Olivia pursed her lips for a moment before moving into David's arms.
"I'm glad you are here; although I would have liked it to have been under better circumstances," David told her during the hug.
"Me too," Olivia replied before breaking the hug. "Anyway, I want to lie down. I have a headache."
"We have Advil in the kitchen cabinet," David informed.
"Are they capsules or tablets?" Olivia quickly asked.
"They're capsules, I believe," David replied.
"Then I'll pass," Olivia quickly said.
"Do you have something against capsule medicine?" David asked curiously.
"Yeah, I'm not taking the chance that the medicine inside the Advil capsule was replaced by another type of medicine," Olivia replied.
"I wouldn't do that," David assured Olivia.
"Well, your daughter attempted it," Olivia replied. "I caught her in the act of switching out Tylenol for psychotic medicine, and when I refuse to take the drug after I caught her, she put me into a seventy-two-hour psychiatric watch."
"Yes, I heard that you were mentally evaluated two weeks ago," David replied.
"So thanks to your daughter, I'm only taking tablets with either the word Tylenol or Advil written on it," Olivia continued.
"Well, you left me no choice, Olivia, then to sneak the medicine to you," Kristy said to the back of Olivia's head. Olivia refused to acknowledge Kristy. "You have been dreaming about demons killing people since March 25th, and you have convinced yourself that those demons are real and your dreams are prophecies."
"I'm going to lie down," Olivia said before moving past David.
"Seventeen days ago, Olivia did dream about a fire demon killing Dad, and Dad did die in a fire two days later—one day after you and he had stuck Olivia in the hospital," Ben informed as Olivia was walking towards the bedroom that she would normally use when visiting.
"A fire demon didn't kill your dad, Ben, a serial arsonist did when your dad was trying to arrest him," Kristy quickly said.
"To-mayto; to-mahto," Ben replied.
"No; there is no to-mayto or to-mahto about it," Kristy replied. "Demons don't exist and people can't predict the future. How she was able to convince Dr. Sturgeon that she was mentally competent is beyond me."
"Kristy, I need to show you something," David told her.
"Sure, Dad," Kristy replied. "What is it?"
"It's in my study," David informed before turning and walking away.
"Okay," Kristy said as she, Ben and Megan followed David.
"And it's on the research that I was doing on the pages that you had emailed me on Olivia," David continued.
"The only thing I emailed you was a copy of Olivia's dream journal," Kristy replied. "From March 25th to May 20th, she had described twenty-one dreams in great detail. So there wasn't really anything to research."
"Actually, it turned out that there was," David replied. "When you emailed me Olivia's dream journal, I printed it off at the office. I then quickly got busy and I didn't get those pages off the printer right away and one of my associates came across them. He read the pages while attempting to figure out who printed them off, and after reading a few pages, he saw something about them."
"What did he see?" Kristy asked.
"I'll show you," David replied.
David led Kristy, Ben and Megan into his study and pulled out a black two-inch binder that was mostly filled.
"This binder is filled with Olivia's dream journal and newspaper clippings of unsolved homicides, bizarre deaths and deaths related to animal attacks," David told Kristy while holding out the binder for her to take.
"Okay," Kristy said in an uncertain manner while taking the binder and then opening it to the first page.
As Kristy looked at the first eight pages, she saw that for every dream that Olivia had about a demon attack, the details of the dream had almost perfectly matched the details of an unsolved homicide, a bizarre death or a death that was thought to have been caused by an animal attack. Each death occurred within fifty miles of Twin Falls and within three days of her dream.
As Kristy moved onto the ninth page, she told David, "Please tell me that you—a doctor of psychiatry—are not trying to convince me that Olivia is in fact dreaming about actual demon attacks."
"I highly doubt that demons are responsible for any of those deaths," David began. "However, I do believe that Olivia is having psychic dreams about people being killed. And for whatever reason, Olivia's subconscious is replacing the actual cause of death with a demon, whether the actual cause of death would be from a murderer or from a wild animal on the loose or even from a bizarre accident."
"Dad, you are a doctor; a man of science," Kristy retorted. "Hell, I've seen you sneer at carnival psychics. So how in hell can you stand there and tell me that you believe that Olivia is having psychic dreams?"
"Five years ago, Third Eye bookstore opened up," David began. "It's one of those new age bookstores that sell books and items on the supernatural and the paranormal. Also Athena, Helen and Phoebe, the identical triplets who own the store, offer tarot card readings and palm reading. Anyway, one of my patients went there when they first opened up and had her cards read. Her appointment with me was the next day, and when she showed up for her appointment, she talked about that tarot card reading and the good news that had been predicted for her.
"I felt that my patient was too vulnerable to be jerked around by false hope, so I went to confront the tarot card reader. I got there and gave Athena—the sister who had done the reading for my patient—a piece of my mind. Without speaking or trying to stop my verbal assault, Athena stood still and listened to every word that I told her. It was only after I ran out of something to say to her was when she spoke. In a respectful way, she told me that my patient had come to her for a reading and that she had given my patient an honest reading. When I went to argue that any psychic reading was never an honest reading, she—without reading tarot cards or my palm—told me my immediate future.
"Within forty-eight hours, I was going to be a witness to a resurrection. Of course I didn't believe Athena, but by noon time two days later, I was in fact a witness to a resurrection. Jayne Gallo—a woman who everyone she knew in Portland had thought to have died while vacationing in Miami, Florida twenty years before—came walking into The Corner Café. Jayne's family even had a funeral for her. Anyway, it turned out that Jayne's boyfriend—an elite prosecuting attorney—was shot and killed in front of her and the person doing the killing attempted to kill her as well, but Jayne had dextrocardia. Ben, dextrocardia is a rare congenital condition in which the apex of the heart is located on the right side of the body instead of the left side of the body."
When Ben acknowledge David with a polite grin and a nod, David continued to say, "Anyway, Jayne survived being shot in the chest, but the FBI told the public that Jayne had died on the operating table and was then ushered into witness protection. The person who wanted Jayne dead died himself, so it became safe for Jayne to leave witness protection. So she did and came home."
"I do see why you are considering Jayne's return as a resurrection, Dad, but that could very well have been coincidence," Kristy replied.
"I thought that too, so I went back and talk to Athena," David replied. "I had her do a prediction for me and that prediction had come true as well. I then sent other people into her bookstore for psychic readings, and each of those predictions had even come true. So now, even though I still think that most carnival psychics are frauds, I do believe that there are legitimate psychics among us as well."
"And you think that Olivia is a legitimate psychic?" Kristy questioned as she indicated to the papers.
"I think we should seriously consider it," David replied before gesturing towards the binder. "There is physical evidence that even suggests it."
Kristy pursed her lips before placing the open binder down on the desk, taking a seat at David's desk and saying, "I want to finish looking at this."
David nodded before saying, "We will give you some privacy so you can study that." He then gestured for Megan and Ben to leave the room. "Let's go."
"Do you need anything before I leave, sweetie?" Megan asked. "Tea, water?"
"I'm good, Mom; thanks," Kristy replied.
Megan nodded before she, Ben and David left the room and shutting the door behind them.
An hour later, Kristy—while carrying the binder—entered Olivia's room. Olivia looked at Kristy just long enough to see who had walked in and then turned and faced the wall.
"Olivia, I'm sorry for the last seventeen days," Kristy began to the back of Olivia's head. "Your dad and I should have heeded your warning seventeen days ago. If we had, your dad might still be alive." When Olivia failed to respond, Kristy told her, "Olivia, I'm genuinely apologizing to you. You were right all along to trust that your dreams were future warnings of people dying."
"Are you attempting to use a psychiatrist trick on me, so I will start talking to you again?" Olivia asked without looking at Kristy.
"I'm not attempting to trick you," Kristy replied. "Your grandfather had compared your dreams from your dream journal to actual events and each one of your dreams matches an actual event. I have proof of that in my hand."
Olivia slightly hesitated before facing Kristy and sitting up.
"So you now believe that I'm seeing demons?" Olivia questioned as she looked towards the binder.
"I'm convinced that you are dreaming about people dying, and I believe that your subconscious is substituting the actual cause of death for a demon," Kristy replied.
"So you still don't believe me," Olivia accused.
"I do believe you, sweetie," Kristy claimed. "I now believe that you are seeing people die in your dreams hours and days before their deaths occur. You are just not seeing how they actually die."
"But I am seeing how they actually die, Mom," Olivia replied. "Those people died from being attacked by a demon."
Kristy pursed her lips before asking, "Assuming that people are in fact being killed by demons, Olivia, what am I supposed to do with that information? You and I can't exactly go to the authorities and tell them that people are being killed by demons."
Olivia thought for a moment before saying, "Proof. We need proof to take to the authorities."
"Olivia, when you dream of demon attacks, do you recognize the locations of each attack or see the time when each attack occurs?"
Olivia cringed slightly before admitting, "No to both."
"Then I don't see us getting proof of demon attacks," Kristy informed.
"So I'm stuck dreaming about demon attacks with no solution on how to stop them," Olivia replied.
"I could prescribe you something…" Kristy was only able to get out.
"No," Olivia uttered in a definite tone. "No. I won't take psychiatric drugs."
Kristy made a surrendering gesture while saying, "I was only making a suggestion. And how were you able to convince Dr. Sturgeon that you were mentally competent?"
Olivia shrugged before saying, "I don't know. I told him the truth of me dreaming about demons. He had even asked me to describe a few of them and I did. After I described six of them, he sketched me a picture based on the sixth demon I described him, which was a wolf type demon. After he sketched that picture, and I confirmed it as one of the demons that I was dreaming about, he asked me if I was related to Marie Kessler. As far as I knew I wasn't and that is what I told him."
"Strange, he asked me if your dad was related to Marie Kessler as well," Kristy shared. "After telling him 'not as far as I know', I asked him why that he wanted to know. He shrugged nonchalantly and replied, 'No reason.' I could tell in his face that there was a reason though, but he wouldn't share his reason with me. Anyway, sweetie, you don't have to take psychiatric drugs if you don't want to, and I promise that I won't try to trick you into taking psychiatric drugs. So you don't' have to be scared to take capsule medicine around me. So if you still need something for your headache, I swear that your grandparents' Advil are in fact Advil."
"I will never trust you again if it's not," Olivia replied before moving to stand up.
"I might have been planning to trick you seventeen days ago, but I'm not tricking you now," Kristy said before she and Olivia left the bedroom.
Olivia went into the kitchen, got a glass of water and two Advil capsules and took them. Olivia then joined everyone in the living room.
"Are you hungry, Olivia?" Megan asked.
"A little," Olivia replied.
"We had chicken earlier and the leftovers are in a container in the refrigerator," Megan informed. "Or if you don't want that, there are TV dinners and pot pies in the freezer."
"Chicken sounds good," Olivia replied before turning and returning to the kitchen.
At the police station, Nick was given the report on Professor Knight. Tabitha Paxton (the Medical examiner for the past five years) placed Professor Knight's time of death two days ago (last Friday), and the cause of death was from severe brain damage; however, there was no indication of head trauma, infections, toxin or parasites. Nor did he have history of head trauma.
Nick checked to see if there were similar cases in Portland, but there was none; however, when he cast the net out wider, he came across three twenty-year-old cold-cases from Seattle and two forty-year-old cold-cases from Cambridge, Massachusetts. All of the victims—including his current victim—were geniuses.
After researching as far as he could, he went home and pleasantly greeted Kelly (his eight-year-old son) and Diana (his nine-year-old stepdaughter) with hugs for both of them; however, Diana looked closer to twelve-years-old than her actual age of nine years old. Diana had tested high on an IQ test as well, so instead of being an elementary school student, she was enrolled in a private institution for accelerated learning. Sean picked out the school and was paying for half of the tuition.
Once the hugs were over, Nick entered the kitchen and greeted his wife Adalind with a kiss.
"I caught another bizarre case this afternoon," Nick said after the kiss ended. "Last Friday, a healthy man with a healthy brain—in fact the man was a genius—suffered severe brain damage with no apparent cause for it and died."
Adalind made an expression that she was stumped before saying, "I don't know what is capable of doing that."
Nick nodded in an understanding manner.
Nick and Adalind wanted to keep Kelly in the dark about Grimms and Wesen as long as possible, so after considering what to do next, he said, "I'll call Monroe and Rosalee and see if they know anything."
Adalind nodded before saying, "I'm cooking meatloaf with mash potatoes and gravy."
"Depending on if Monroe and Rosalee can't tell me anything, I might be going to the spice shop to hit the books," Nick replied. Adalind pretended to pout. "But of course I will eat supper with you and the kids first. "Adalind's expression turned into a pleasant grin. "Anyway, I'm going into the study to make my phone call."
"When you get in there, look at the notebook on the desk and tell me what you think," Adalind told him.
"Okay," Nick replied in an uncertain tone.
Nick walked away, and once in the study, he picked up the large notebook that was titled, "Grimm's Fairytales'. He then thumbed through the pages and saw that the contents of the notebook was a watered down and child-friendly version of his years as a Grimm.
After putting down the notebook, he took out his smartphone and called Monroe and Rosalee's home number.
Rosalee picked up on the second ring with, "Good evening, Nick. How was your day?"
"My day was going well until I caught a bizarre case," Nick began. "In fact, that's what I'm calling about. I need help identify the Wesen involve."
"Let me put you on speaker so Monroe can hear," Rosalee replied before clicking the button for the speaker phone. "Okay. Go ahead."
"Last Friday, a healthy forty-year-old male with a healthy brain suffered severe brain damage and died," Nick informed. "His body was discovered today. Also he had no injuries or sickness at the time of his death. Is there a Wesen out there that could cause that?"
As Monroe made a sound as if he was stumped, Rosalee supplied, "Triclops."
"Triclops?" Nick and Monroe echoed curiously.
"What on earth is a triclops?" Monroe was the one to ask.
"I was about to asked that as well," Nick replied.
"They are Wesen with a third eye in the center of their foreheads," Rosalee began. "Triclops has the ability to telepathically copy knowledge of another person to him or herself while using his or her third eye. Also they have great memories and they are instinctually compelled to learn everything they can so they normally seek out anyone with a high IQ and copy their memories. Mentally healthy triclops know when to stop telepathically copying someone's mind, so they can do this with no harm to anyone. However, a mentally unhealthy triclops doesn't know when to stop, and depending on how severely the triclops mental disorder is, the triclops will leave his or her victim mentally impaired or the victim dies from having brain damage."
"So the Wesen I'm looking for is a mentally unhealthy triclops," Nick commented. "Do you know where I should start looking for him or her?"
"During school session, adult triclops can be found at universities and they will either be students or professors," Rosalee began. "Teenage triclops will come across like nerds and will be found anywhere where they could learn, like schools, libraries or museums… perhaps even art galleries. When schools are not in session, my best guess is to check libraries, museums and art galleries."
"Is there anything else you can tell me about triclops?" Nick asked.
"Only that it is extremely rare for a triclops to be born with a mental disorder, so most likely you are looking for a triclops who had suffered a head injury or who had suffered an illness that would mentally impair him or her," Rosalee informed.
"Thanks, that's helpful," Nick replied.
"You're welcome," Rosalee replied. "So is there anything else that Monroe and I could help you with?"
"That's it for now; bye," Nick told them.
"Bye," Rosalee and Monroe echoed before ending the call.
After Nick put his smartphone away, he rejoined Adalind in the kitchen and told her, "According to Rosalee, I'm looking for is a mentally impaired triclops."
"Triclops; wow," Adalind replied in an impressed tone.
"So you know about triclops?" Nick asked.
"The only thing I know about them is that they exist," Adalind replied. "In fact, when I was in law school, one had almost knocked me down the stairs of the university. Apparently he was in a hurry to get to his next class and he was attempting to maneuver around people who were in his way as quickly as possible. When I had threated to boil his entrails, his face shifted and he showed me his third eye. He then left in a hurry and I hadn't seen a triclops since."
Nick nodded before sharing what Rosalee had told him about a triclops.
Monday morning, Nick and Erica began interviewing Professor Knight's colleagues and to see if any of them was a triclops.
At David and Megan's house, Kristy, David, Ben and Olivia were taking their seats at the table for breakfast. Megan was placing a plate of eggs and bacon, utensils and an empty cup in front of everyone. Milk and orange juice were setting on the table.
Kristy was dressed in dark blue slacks, a light blue blouse and her black two-inch high heel pumps that made her 5' 11".
David wore dark blue slacks, a gray short-sleeve shirt and his black shoes.
Ben wore tan slacks, light blue short-sleeve shirt and his black shoes.
Olivia wore denim shorts, a green sleeveless pull over shirt and her lime green tennis shoes.
Megan wore blue jeans, a purple blouse and her black flat shoes.
"So how did you sleep, Olivia?" Megan asked as she sat down to eat her food.
"Okay," Oliva claimed.
"Any dreams about demons attacking people?" Ben asked as he was pouring himself a glass of milk.
"I didn't dream about any demons attacking anyone—for a change; however, I did dream about them singing karaoke," Olivia replied. "It was weird."
"Was the owner of the bar green and wore a suit?" Ben asked.
"No," Olivia questioned.
"Are you sure?" Ben questioned. "Because you might have been dreaming about the show Angel."
"What are you talking about?" Olivia quickly asked.
"Angel, the spin-off show from Buffy, The Vampire Slayer," Ben replied.
"I don't know anything about Buffy, The Vampire Slayer or Angel," Olivia replied.
"It's been about twenty years since TV had even broadcasted Buffy, The Vampire Slayer and Angel," Kristy supplied.
"So?" Ben questioned with a shrug. "I have heard of them and I have even watched them from the Internet."
"Yes, well, you like those type of shows, and Olivia likes those doctor and police shows," Kristy informed.
Ben shrugged again before saying, "I like those doctor and police shows too, and if Olivia would give Buffy, The Vampire Slayer and Angel a chance, she might like those shows as well."
"Yes, well, I'm not dreaming about vampires anyway," Olivia told Ben.
"Those shows have demons in them too," Ben informed.
"Okay, well, my dreams don't have anything to do with any shows," Olivia retorted in a slightly agitated tone.
"Let's change the subject, you two," Kristy ordered. "Mom, what will you be doing today while Dad and I are at the office?"
"I need to go grocery shopping," Megan replied.
"I'll go with you," Olivia quickly said.
"That's fine," Megan assured her. "What about you, Ben? Would you like to tagalong with me and Olivia?"
"I'll tagalong, but only because I want to fill out a job application," Ben replied.
David named off four other locations where Ben should fill out job applications, and after a short silence, Megan began a casual conversation about plants and flowers.
At 11:05 A.M., Megan, Olivia and Ben entered Katco (a warehouse store that was recently established). Ben went directly to customer service for a job application.
"Olivia, go pick out the cereal that you and Ben like," Megan told her before telling her where the cereal aisle was located. "When you get the cereal, I'll be in the produce section."
"Alright," Olivia replied before walking away.
Monroe was in the cereal aisle while looking over the ingredients on a cereal box when Olivia entered the cereal aisle and began looking over the selection.
Almost immediately Olivia found the cereal that she wanted on the shelf high above her head and next to Monroe. She then quickly grabbed Monroe's attention when she attempted to reach the cereal box by awkwardly climbing on the bottom crates.
"Kid, before you fall and break something, may I?" Monroe requested.
"Okay. Thanks," Olivia replied before backing up slightly and pointing to the cereal that she wanted. "I want that one."
Monroe grabbed one of the boxes from the shelf and glanced at the name of it before holding it out for Olivia to take.
Olivia's fingers touched Monroe's hand when she went to take the box, and immediately following she was given a series of visions of when Monroe had woged over the passing years.
Once Olivia became quiet and still, Monroe asked, "Are you okay, kid?" When Olivia didn't answer, he placed his right hand on her left shoulder. "Hey, kid." Olivia came out of her vision with a slight start and with noticeable goosebumps across her arms and legs. When she looked towards Monroe, Monroe continued, "Kid, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Olivia unconvincingly said while backing up and nearly tripping over her own feet.
"Careful," Monroe urged as he looked down at her feet. "I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself."
Olivia continued to slowly back up, and with a nervous laugh, she told him, "I'm tripping over my own feet all the time."
"And so do my three kids, but I don't want them falling either," Monroe replied.
Oliva gave Monroe a puzzled look for a moment before gesturing behind her, nervously laughing and saying, "I'm going to go." Before turning away, she indicated to the box of cereal and said, "And thanks again for getting the cereal for me."
"No problem, I'm happy to help," Monroe sincerely told her. Olivia stared at Monroe for a short moment as if she was confused about something before turning and dashing away. "Strange kid."
Monroe watched Olivia until she turned the corner and then went back to selecting a cereal.