A/N; Hi! This is my first Grimm story but i have always loved this show. I realize that this particular OT3 is unusual but i like this story in particular. I just hope I'm not alone! lol This story takes place after Key Move.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Sean Renard gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove to the precinct. The meeting he had with the two Black Claw members last night rang fresh in his mind. They had tried to appeal to him through political power, stroking his ego with a promise of control and stability. The woman, Rachel Wood, had even tried to seduce again as well. But he knew better than to fall for that again, after Andrew Dixon had been shot in front of him.

What he had not counted on is what her partner had up his sleeve:

"We said that we could get you anything you wanted," the male said, taking a step to where he was in front of Sean. "We mean anything. Wealth, power... Or perhaps, something else?"

With that, he took out two photos and handed them to Sean, who took them wordlessly. When he looked at them, he pursed his lips into a fine line.

One was a picture of Adalind Schade, pushing a stroller down the street, passing people as she went. The blonde had a genuine smile on her face, one that Sean had thought her incapable of. Her blue eyes seemed to show a happiness that shone with every fiber of her being. She was beautiful.

The other photo was of the local Grimm, Nick Burkhardt, at a crime scene beside his partner, Hank. An intense expression adorned the handsome face, stormy blue eyes narrowed at something off camera. His posture exuded his confidence and power, strong both inside and out. The young detective was in his element and looked natural at it.

Sean could not deny his attraction to the two in the photos. While he had relations with Adalind before that had not ended well, Sean could tell that the blonde had change since having her son. She had become more kind, yet did not lose her fighting spirit. As for Nick, he had piqued Sean's interest more than a few times, with both his raw power and natural confidence. Every time Nick earned a new ability or made progress, Sean's interest grew but he never once acted on these feelings. Nick was as oblivious as he was strong, so he had no clue to his captain's feelings towards him.

Green eyes flicked up at the two in front of them. The man was smirking while the woman looked put out that her seduction had not worked. Sean narrowed his eyes at them questioningly.

"Just what exactly are you proposing?" Sean asked. The man chuckled.

"A way to tie them to your side," he replied, a smile growing on his face. "To keep them with you, for good."

Sean repressed a skeptical snort. "You know who they are don't you?" He asked with an amused smile. "What they are? If you think that they're going to be tied to me easily, you're wrong. Especially if Black Claw is involved."

"We are aware of the Portland Grimm," the man responded, unfazed. "We are also aware of Ms. Schade's position as a Hexenbiest. However, I wouldn't count us out so soon. We have resources, valued resources. Grimms aren't immune to everything and neither are Hexenbiests."

Sean sighed as he pulled his car into the parking garage. The offer...was tempting. But he wouldn't agree to anything unless he was sure that it would work. Even then...he still wasn't sure.

As he walked into his precinct, Sean looked around at the bustling officers around him. His eyes eventually found Nick, who was making a phone call at his desk. Pressing his lips together, he briefly studied the strong features of his detective, stubbled face, intense stormy eyes, jet black hair, strong stature. He was a man that most would go crazy for.

Sean moved his eyes away from Nick and walked into his office. He sat down at his desk and pulled his laptop towards him. Opening it up, he pulled up a picture of Adalind that was taken in Vienna. Golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a crimson smile, beautiful figure. Most would go crazy for her as well. A few have...

There was no doubt that Nick and Adalind had both captured his attention. Now the two had come together to raise their son and Sean knew that they made a formidable pair. A pair that no one would have imagined possible, Sean included. Grimms and Hexenbiests were like oil and water; they hardly ever mixed well together. As usual, neither one stuck to the status quo and seemed to make their relationship work. Sean respected that about them.

Sean folded his hands and closed his eyes a moment to think. As he did, he began to imagine what it would be like to have the two at his side in addition to the power he would gain from this deal:

Sean was standing at his balcony, a roaring crowd below him. He could hear them chanting his name as he stood before them. A smile crossed his lips as he scanned the energetic crowd. His ears strained as he heard three sets of footsteps approaching him from behind. Not feeling threatened, he turned towards the sound and smiled even wider.

Adalind stood there, a radiant smile on her face. Her hair was done up in a formal bun held together by a diamond clip. Her dress was knee length, form fitting and black with a V-neck, matching her black high heels. A diamond ring adorned her left ring finger, and her right hand was on the shoulder of a child- Diana, their daughter.

Diana grinned and ran over to her father; arms open for a hug. Sean smiled and scooped the child up into his arms. Her blonde hair was braided down her back and had a pink flower in it. She wore a ruffled pink dress with white tights and pink, Velcro dress shoes. Her blue-green eyes shone was happiness as she looked at her father. Smiling warmly, Sean looked over at Adalind who smiled, strode over, and kissed Sean gently. Then they parted and looked at the other two people in the room.

Nick grinned at Sean, a spark of mischievousness in his stormy blue eyes. His inky, black hair was combed over to one side and his stubble was ever present on his face. He wore a black suit with a white button up, the first two buttons undone, and black dress shoes. A simple silver band adorned his left ring finger, and he held a small, clothed bundle in his arms. Sean was sure it was Nick's son, Kelly.

Well, young Kelly had three parents now.

Striding over to the other three, Nick kissed Adalind gently, then kissed Sean as well. When he pulled away, Nick gestured for Sean to look at Kelly. Adjusting Diana in his arms, Sean peered down at the baby with a smile. Blue eyes stared back at him, a happy smile on his face. Kelly had his mother's blonde hair and her eyes, but that smile was Nick's. A small hand reached out from the blankets and touched Sean's face, happy coos coming from him. Yes, Kelly was Sean's now, too.

Sean smiled proudly at his family before gesturing to the balcony. Adalind put her hand on Sean's elbow that held Diana while Sean put a gentle hand on the small of Nick's back. Nick adjusted Kelly in his arms before nodding at Sean in affirmation. Adjusting Diana in his arm one last time, Sean led his family out on the balcony above the roaring crowd.

Nick and Adalind stood tall and proud on either side of him, their gazes cool as they stared out at the crowd. The crowd cheered loudly at the sight of the family of their leader. Pride swelling within him, Sean felt his woge ripple through him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Adalind had woged as well with a roll of her neck. On his other side dark aura came from Nick as he narrowed eyes at the crowd- the Grimm's aura. Diana's eyes glowed purple as she stared blankly at the sea of people and Kelly gurgled happily, unknowing of the current situation. They were the most powerful family in North America, with a following of millions of people. With such formidable mates at his side, no one dared to cross Sean Renard. Not if they wanted to feel the collective wrath of a Hexenbiest and a Grimm. And if anyone came after his mates, God rest their souls...

Sean opened his eyes and leaned back in his seat, a thoughtful look in his eyes. He glanced out of the window to his office: Nick was still at his desk, now typing away at his computer. His eyes then shifted to Adalind's picture on his laptop screen. A smile crossed his lips.

A tempting offer indeed... He thought, leaning back in his seat.

The two Black Claw members came to Sean's home a few days later. When he opened the door, the two greeted Sean with cool expressions. Sean gestured for them to come in and they did. Once the door was closed, the man turned to Sean and asked, "Well? Have you thought about our offer?"

Sean folded his arms over his chest. "Yes, I have," he replied, giving them a leveled look. "It's why I'm giving you four days to prove to me that this is possible. If they're not by my side in four days, safe and sound, then the deal is off. If you kill any of their friends-" Sean's eyes hardened. "-I will return the favor. And Nick and Adalind's son is not to be harmed at all."

The pair smirked then the woman replied, "Of course. Anything else?"

Sean kept his expression cool. "Only if you want the extra credit."

The man looked at him, mildly interested. "What is it?"

"Find my daughter."

Nick leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh, running a hand down his face. This case that he was working on was particularly frustrating; victim had no family, no ID, no home. A John Doe that no one would miss, supposedly. He had been killed at a construction site; his throat was ripped out. From the looks of it, Nick was sure that it was Wesen. The sheet brutality was key to this. But which Wesen...? That he wasn't sure of.

Hank was going through surveillance footage from the apartment just across from the construction site. They were praying that the cams caught something, anything that might be useful. Sighing, Nick turned back to his screen and clicked through a few files. No information caught his eye, and he began to grow agitated.

"Dammit," he swore under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

"My thoughts exactly," Hank agreed, looking up from the surveillance footage. "Feels like dead ends everywhere."

Nick huffed out a scoff. "No kidding. The M.O. can fit any number of wesen. And no one in the apartment building heard or saw anything."

"Could be that they saw something they thought couldn't be real," Hank pointed out.

Nick nodded his head in agreement. "Seems to be the norm these days," he mumbled. He thought for a moment and said, "Might have to do some...family work tonight, if that's the case."

Hank's eyes met his. "Need back up?"

Nick shook his head, leaning towards him. "Not for a recon," he said quietly. "But I promise to have you or Monroe on speed dial if I need you."

Hank gave him a smirk. "He's hounding you too?" He asked, amused.

Letting out a laugh, Nick said, "Yeah. Rosalee's the same way as both of you. Said that I should be careful if Black Claw is around."

"Well, she isn't wrong, partner," Hank pointed out. "Who's to say that they aren't after you because of...what you are?"

Nick gave Hank a wry smile. "They'd have to get in line behind everyone else."

Later that night, Nick drove to the crime scene to see if there were anything that they might have missed. He parked his car across the street from the construction site and hopped out, slamming the door shut. Sliding his keys into his pocket, Nick strode across the empty street to the construction site. Ducking under the yellow tape, he looked around at the area.

The darkness of the site made the machinery seem more eerie, casting giant shadows as Nick walked by. Gravel crunched beneath his boots as he looked around carefully with his flashlight, his eyes narrowed at the scene around him. The blood from the earlier investigation was still there, as were the markers for evidence. As he looked around, his ears picked up the crunch of boots on gravel that weren't his own.

Whirling around, Nick put a hand on his gun and called out, "Portland PD! You're trespassing on a crime scene! Identify yourself, now!"

A low growl responded, and Nick quickly pulled out his gun, looking around the area with his flashlight. Inwardly cursing his luck, Nick had half a mind to call Monroe, but he didn't want to involve the blutbad unless necessary.

Suddenly, he caught movement in his peripheral and ducked, narrowly missing the swing of a closed furry fist aimed at his head. A snarl was heard, and the beast lunged for Nick again. Nick rolled out of the way and aimed his gun, pulling the trigger twice. The bullets hit the beast- which Nick now recognized as a Hündjäger- and it groaned, dropping to the ground.

Before Nick could even move, something ran up behind him, Nick barely sidestepping it. Sharp teeth and claws with a furry face and yellow eyes gave away a shakal and Nick groaned inwardly. The shakal lunged at him and he jumped back to avoid the claws and lifted his gun again. Before he could fire, some hit his neck, a sharp pain causing him to yell out.

Grasping at his neck, Nick saw that he had pulled out a dart- tranquilizer dart. His vision began to swim, and he struggled to stay upright. Laughter was heard coming from somewhere, but Nick couldn't place it. Dropping to his hands and knees, Nick fought to stay conscious. The crunching of gravel told him that someone was coming closer and they stopped just in front of him.

"It's best not to fight it, detective," a deep gruff voice said. "It will only exhaust you more."

Nick shakily lifted his head up, barely seeing the shape of this figure. "What...what do you want...?" He gasped out, arms trembling.

A chuckle. "Why, dear Grimm. It's not what you we want; it's what he wants. And he wants you."

And that was the last thing Nick heard before his world went black

A/N; There you have it! Review please!

~Ellie~