"Renard," Sean answered his phone at the station.

"Captain Renard?" A female voice questioned. "This is Special Agent Katrina Chavez of the FBI."

"How can I help you, Agent Chavez?" Sean asked, tensely.

"Would it be possible to meet in regards to Special Agent Weston Steward and a couple of recent murders that you have been investigating?" Chavez requested.

"I have time this afternoon," Sean offered. "At about four?"

"I can meet at your precinct?" Chavez mentioned. "I'll send you an e-mail of the murders that we are investigating."

"Very well," Sean consented and opened his e-mails. "I have some more information about your agent as well."

"Ah, yes." Chavez muttered. "Those killings happened at your apartment and you have recently had another murder with the same tattoo on their hand?"

"That's correct," Sean agreed. "I look forward to our meeting."

"As am I," Chavez replied, without sounding that way and hung up.

Sean placed the phone down and was happy now that Nick wasn't there. There was something not right about that FBI department.

xXx

Sean looked up at the knock at his door, right on four, and called the woman in. She stepped in and looked around with sharp brown eyes. She was short with olive skin and a stern expression on her face and a no-nonsense attitude. Sean waved her to a seat as he took in the feeling around the woman.

"Take a seat," Sean offered as he stood and collected the files that the woman wanted. "Are you taking over the case of the murder of Lenard Tracer?"

"Not at this stage," Chavez replied as she took a seat and Sean laid the files down before her on his desk.

"What would you like to talk about then?" Sean asked in interest as he retook his seat.

"We have had a string of killings related to these tattoos," Chavez replied. "We are curious about the connection?"

"To our murderer or to your FBI agent?"

"That is the question," Chavez answered with a slight tilt to her head. "You have proof that Agent Steward ordered those men into your apartment?"

"Yes, it's in the file," Sean stated mildly.

"And who was with you?"

"That's in the file as well."

The woman cocked her head to the side and he got a faint feeling around her. Without her woging he wouldn't know for sure but he got a suspicion. He was good at picking up the feeling of a Wesen.

"Any word on Agent Stewart?" Sean questioned in interest.

"We're looking into it," Chavez replied and Sean knew what that meant.

"We are here if you need any help in 'looking into it'," Sean intoned and the woman glared at him. "Anything else?"

"Yes," Chavez said. "A detective was with you at your apartment?"

"Correct."

"I would like to speak with him," Chavez stated. "Is he in today?"

"He went home early, sick." Sean said smoothly. "I'm sure I can set up a meeting with him tomorrow?"

"I can set up that meeting, if you will give me his number?"

"Of course," Sean replied and picked up his pen.

He wrote out Nick's number without hesitation as the woman's eyes watched him carefully. He placed the paper on top of the files.

"Anything else?" Sean questioned as he sat back in his seat.

"No," Chavez said and stood. "Thank you for your time, Captain Renard."

She held out her hand and Sean stood as well and shook it.

"Oh," Chavez said without releasing his hand. "Any relation to Eric Renard?"

"Yes," Sean replied smoothly.

"My condolences then," Chavez offered and let his hand go. "Were you close?"

Sean stood up to his full height and gave her a cold look and felt satisfied when the woman shrunk back slightly.

"We aren't close anymore," Sean said coldly.

Chavez nodded sharply as his message got across and she quickly fled the room. Sean took a moment to collect himself before slipping his phone from his pocket and calling Nick to fill him in.

xXx

Nick woke to the soft sounds of voices as he rolled onto his back. He rubbed his face before focusing on the ceiling and remembered where he was. With a groan, he flicked the blanket back, before sitting on the edge of the bed. He slipped his shirt back on before standing and pulling his pants on. He ran his hands through his hair a few times before heading down the stairs. He frowned when he found just Monroe and Rosalee. It was late enough that he'd expected Sean to be back from the station.

"Hey, Nick." Rosalee greeted with a wide smile. "We were just writing out some wedding plans."

"Oh, yeah." Nick replied as he crashed into the armchair. "Tell me all about it?"

Rosalee gave him a big grin as Monroe groaned.

"How about dinner first?" Monroe interrupted and Nick grinned.

"I won't say no to that," Nick laughed. "Wedding plans over dinner it is?"

xXx

Sean felt fatigue pulling at him as he rolled his car to a stop outside of Monroe's house. He groaned when he noticed Nick and the Blutbad seated on the porch with beers in their hands. He stepped out of the car and made his way towards the two men.

"Sean," Monroe called. "My man, you want a drink?"

Nick held out his beer in offer and Sean groaned.

"I knew leaving you here, wasn't a good idea," Sean grumbled and Nick snorted.

"Well," Nick announced and stood up. "My ride is here. Thanks, Monroe."

"No problems, man." Monroe cried. "Got me away from wedding plans. Oh yeah, are you coming Sean?"

"To your wedding?" Sean clarified.

"Well," Monroe drew the word out. "Nick's my best man, so I was thinking that you should be his plus one. Juliette will be there though…"

"Thank you for the invite," Sean drawled. "And the warning."

Nick laughed and finished off his beer and passed the empty bottle over to the Wesen.

"See, ya," Monroe said with a wave of his own bottle.

Nick fell into step with Sean as they walked towards the car and Nick slipped into the passenger side. Sean's nose wrinkled at the smell of alcohol and the Blutbad on Nick. The other man just sprawled out in the seat and laid his head back.

"Did you get any sleep?" Sean asked as he drove.

"A couple of hours," Nick replied. "Adalind did a disappearing act while I was asleep which both Rosalee and Monroe were happy with."

Sean's hands tightened on the steering wheel, if Adalind thought that she could use Nick. She would see how far his temper could go, his rage at his brother had led to his death. Sean wasn't sure what he would do if Adalind wanted to play her games with Nick. Sean just focused on the road as he drove and when he glanced over again, he noticed that Nick had fallen asleep. He smiled at that as he pulled up in the parking garage and turned the car off.

He leaned over and gently rested the back of his hand to Nick's forehead but he didn't feel hot. He traced his fingers down Nick's face and neck before grabbing his shoulder and giving it a shake. Nick woke with a start as his eyes darted around before focusing on him. Nick leaned back in the seat with a groan. Sean shifted around as he cupped Nick's face. He gently leaned forward and captured Nick's lips in a kiss.

Nick moaned as Sean ran his hands down his neck and settled them on his shoulders. He could taste the alcohol as he deepened the kiss then groaned when he tasted Nick's own unique taste. He pulled back when they had to breath and Nick gave him a grin.

"Did you miss me?" Nick uttered and Sean just kissed him again in answer. "I'll take that as a yes. What do you think this FBI agent is after?"

"She's fishing," Sean replied.

"The question is for what?" Nick countered.

Sean tapped the steering wheel in thought.

"It seems like she's made the connection between you and your brother," Nick mused as he leaned back in his seat. "And you believe that she might be Wesen? She would be aware that Eric is Royal. What files did she want again?"

"She is looking into murders of Verrat but not the case when we found the scythe," Sean stated.

"And the Verrat like to hang around the Royals," Nick added.

They fell into silence and Sean let his hand rest on Nick's knee.

"I wonder if she's fishing for more than just that," Nick said slowly. "She would have seen the Reaper calling card."

"You think she might be looking for a Grimm?"

"She would know there is one in Portland," Nick pointed out. "And plenty of Wesen know who I am but seem to need to see if for themselves…"

Sean's hand tightened on his leg.

"Maybe that's it," Sean stated. "Look at me."

Nick looked at Sean and he woged and Nick frowned at the move.

"The moment that she woges," Sean remarked. "She will know what you are."

Nick's frown deepened as he averted his eyes enough that Sean couldn't see his nature reflected back at him and he frowned this time. He slipped back into his human mask and Nick looked back at him. They fell into silence in thought.

"Could there be a spell to hide Wesen from seeing me?" Nick asked.

"I have no doubt that there are spells to strip Grimms of their abilities," Sean intoned. "I don't believe that we'll have to go that far."

"What would you suggest?" Nick inquired. "I can't wear sunglasses or keep my eyes averted the whole time."

"So, you know that works?" Sean questioned.

"Yes," Nick answered. "It's harder when someone knows that I'm a Grimm for they try to make direct eye contact."

"Perhaps Rosalee may be able to find something in her books," Sean advised.

"I'll ask her tomorrow morning," Nick said and opened his car door. "Coming up? Or are we sleeping down here?"

xXx

Sean woke slowly with the feeling of a lean body along his back and an arm over his chest. He took in the feeling as Nick snored softly, he reached back and gently ran his hand down the other man's side and hip. Nick shifted slightly as Sean ran a hand over his ass and pulled him closer. Nick moaned and rubbed himself forward as Sean held him. Sean carefully pushed back on Nick's hip and the man rolled away from him. Sean shifted around and braced himself as he kissed Nick's neck.

He made his way down Nick's body as the man slowly woke up. He shifted to lay between Nick's legs as he licked around his belly button before dipping his tongue in. Nick moaned and arched his back as Sean teased him. He grabbed his hips as he slipped lower before taking Nick's cock in his mouth. He could feel himself harden at the noises that Nick made as he licked and sucked his cock until Nick was rock hard and panting.

"Sean," Nick gasped.

Sean pulled back and looked up at Nick, sprawled out before him on the bed. He slowly crawled back up Nick's body and the other man reached into the bedside table to grab the lube. Sean took it into his hand as he knelt between Nick's legs. He squeezed out some lube onto his hand as Nick sat up and kissed and licked down his side as his hands roamed. Sean shivered at the feeling before gently pushed Nick back on the bed. He shifted to lay on his side before reaching between them and grabbed both their cocks and stroked them. Nick moaned before pulling him close and taking him in a kiss. Sean took his time as he slowly stroked them but he could tell that Nick was close.

"Sean," Nick groaned.

Sean chuckled as he quickened the pace and Nick bucked his hips up and Sean groaned at the feeling. Without warning, Sean found himself on his back with Nick's teeth scraping the skin of his neck. He moved his hands above his head and Nick pinned them there. He shifted his legs to the side when he felt Nick's finger against him. Nick took him in a rough kiss as he widened him and he wiggled slightly. This was still a new feeling for him as he looked up at Nick above him.

"Sean," Nick whispered in his ear before kissing his neck.

"Nick," Sean groaned and bucked up.

Nick chuckled and moved into place. He gently rocked forward and Sean groaned at the feeling. Nick's hands still locked around his wrists as each time he rocked forward, he pushed in a little further until Sean was panting and bucking up. Nick picked up the pace and Sean wrapped his legs around the smaller man. He jolted slightly when Nick bit down on his neck before moaning in pleasure. He held on as long as he could as he met Nick the whole way. Both moving together before Sean bucked up sharply as he came with a loud groan.

Nick kissed along his shoulder as he rocked forward and Sean tried to wiggle loose. Nick paused and pulled back to look down at him. Sean wiggled his hands and Nick released him. With a growl Sean rolled them to straddle Nick's waist. He hadn't done this before as Nick glided him into place with his hands on his hips as he went down on his cock. Nick groaned at the feeling as Sean rode him until with a groan. Nick bucked up as he came hard as Sean leaned down and bit his shoulder. Nick squeaked and bucked up again and Sean pulled back sharply. Nick looked up at him with glazed eyes and Sean felt his stomach clench at the look.

He gently leaned forward and kissed Nick, he was slow to respond before Nick tightened his hold on his sides. Sean carefully rolled until they were side by side as he ran his hand down to Nick's ass and grabbed him. Nick squeaked again and Sean chuckled as he slipped one of his legs between Nick's and he rubbed his bum. Nick wrapped himself around him before rolling away and snagging up a small towel from the bedside table. He quickly wiped them down before snuggling back into Sean.

"Nick," Sean whispered and Nick focused on him. "You had that look in your eyes before."

Nick nodded and just snuggled into him further in answer and Sean held him. It was still early as Sean closed his eyes. The next time he woke it was to the sound of his alarm going off. He groaned and whacked the bloody thing as Nick tugged him back and he grunted as Nick curled along his back.

"Right there?" Sean questioned in amusement.

"Yes," Nick replied and kissed his shoulder. "Very good."

They lay there until Sean's alarm went off again and they both groaned. Sean wiggled to the side of the bed and his shut the alarm off before he snagged up his phone. Nick moved to lay his legs on either side of his and looked around him as Sean brought up his e-mails. Nick kissed his shoulder as Sean looked through reports and other e-mails.

"I'm glad you're the Captain," Nick remarked and Sean snorted.

"Every little problem," Sean muttered. "And I get an e-mail about it."

"Enjoy," Nick offered before slipping from the bed.

Sean watched him the whole way to the bathroom, feeling himself responding to the smooth way that Nick walked and the ripple of muscle. That hard body capturing his attention as Nick stepped into the bathroom. He went back to his e-mails then paused at a Doctor's report and opened it up. It was Nick's blood results and Doctor's notes. He looked it over with a frown.

"Find something interesting?" Nick asked.

Sean looked up to see the man with a towel around his waist as he walked into the walk-in cupboard.

"Your Doctor's report just came in," Sean reported. "Bloods are clear and she reports that you are in good health even with the slightly higher temperature."

"So," Nick asked from the cupboard. "No drugs?"

"Not that they could pick up," Sean answered as he read through the report. "Might have worked its way out of your system."

Nick stepped back into the room and Sean held his phone out as he stood up. Nick palmed the phone as he settled on the bed in Sean's spot. He quirked a smile at that as he headed to the shower. When he re-entered the room, Nick had picked up his own phone and he smiled.

"I called Rosalee," Nick told him. "She's looking into her books but she doesn't think that she has anything that could help us."

"Has Chavez called you?" Sean asked.

"Nope," Nick answered. "But I'll text you the moment that she does…oh."

Sean paused and looked back to Nick.

"What?" Sean questioned.

"My mother sent me some photos," Nick said and looked over at him. "Baby photos, I'll send them to your phone."

Sean felt his chest tighten at that and he nodded in thanks. He walked into his cupboard to dress and noticed Nick's clothes in a tidy pile to the side, on one shelf, and a couple of jackets hung up. He dressed and stepped out and looked at Nick, the Grimm looked over at him and raised an eyebrow in question.

"I was thinking of selling the apartment," Sean remarked and noticed how Nick stilled. "Too many people have found this place."

"Sounds reasonable," Nick muttered, without looking at him. "Where were you thinking of moving?"

"Not sure yet," Sean answered. "Somewhere harder to find, out in the woods maybe."

"Sounds like a good idea," Nick commented and stood up. "I'll start breakfast."

Nick walked out and Sean frowned after him in confusion. He stepped over and picked up his phone and opened the message from Nick. Two photos came up and he looked down at them with a soft smile. He then entered a phone number he knew well and connected the call.

"Oui?" A woman answered.

"Hello, mother." Sean greeted.

"Sean," His mother gushed. "How are you, my son?"

"I'm well," Sean answered. "We have things to talk about."

xXx

Nick flipped the pancake without thought as he let his thoughts drift. He glanced around the apartment and took in the paintings and other things around the place as well as a few of his items. Maybe he had pushed things a little too far and with the connection between them. He had made assumptions on their relationship.

The smell of burning had him cursing and he quickly slipped the pan off the cooker. He flicked the pancake into the bin and stepped back to the cooker and tried to focus.

"Did you burn something?" Sean asked as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Ah, yeah." Nick replied. "One got away from me."

Sean chuckled and slipped into the seat as Nick poured him a coffee. He placed a plate down, pulled out jam and a few other items and placed them on the bench. He slid the plate with the pancakes towards Sean before turning back to the cooker and pouring the next one.

"These are nice," Sean remarked. "Is this home-made jam?"

"Bud," Nick explained. "Well, Bud's wife."

"Ah, yes." Sean commented.

"I mentioned that you liked raspberry jam and well…" Nick trialled off as he added another pancake to the pile. "There are a few other kinds in the fridge, if you are interested…"

"This will do," Sean answered.

"I might be late home tonight, I have something that I have to do," Nick remarked mildly and watched Sean's eyes focus on him. "I'll have Monroe with me."

Sean nodded and went back to his breakfast but Nick could pick up the tension.

"Just be careful," Sean cautioned after a few minutes of silence. "There is still a Reaper out there…and an FBI agent."

xXx

Monroe looked around the Real Estate office in interest as Nick spoke with a woman. Nick had been sparse with the information when he'd picked him up. Only stating that this wouldn't take long and that he needed him to sign some papers.

"You must be Mr Blutbaden," The woman greeted as she came over and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mellissa Calfee."

"Ah," Monroe stuttered. "Hello."

"Just come on through and we'll sign the papers," She offered with a smile.

"Yes, papers." Monroe muttered and looked over at Nick.

Nick grabbed his shoulder and Monroe wasn't sure if that was in support or to push him into the office. Monroe settled into his seat with Nick next to him.

"I must say that I thought this piece of land was going to be a hard sell," Mellissa commented with a smile. "Even with the amount of people wanting to live 'off the grid'. Once people understand there is no power set up or running water…"

Monroe turned to Nick and the Grimm gave him a wink which just pulled on his wilder side and probably not in the way that Nick intended.

"That's just what we want," Nick replied. "It's perfect."

Mellissa looked up and gave them a smile that had Monroe shifting then almost squeaked when Nick laid his hand on his knee.

"Isn't that right, dear?" Nick asked with a smile.

"Um, yes." Monroe uttered. "Just what we want."

"Perfect," Melissa cried.

Nick pulled out a cheque from his wallet and placed it on the desk and the woman grabbed it up with a smile.

"I'll be back in a minute," Mellissa told them. "Just have to make a copy."

"Of course," Nick said with a smile. "Take your time."

Monroe growled the moment that the woman was out of the room and Nick focused on him.

"You brought some land?" Monroe demanded.

"No," Nick answered. "You have brought some land, I got her to put it in your name."

Monroe paused and Nick ran a hand through his hair.

"Sorry for the late warning," Nick offered. "With everything going on, it slipped my mind. I needed somewhere to park the trailer that couldn't be linked to me."

"So," Monroe growled and leaned in close to the Grimm. "You're putting it in my name?"

"Yeah," Nick answered mildly. "You'll love it."

Monroe went to retort when the real estate agent walked back in with the papers.

"Here we are," Mellissa announced and placed the papers down. "I just need you to sign here Mr Blutbaden?"

"Of, course." Monroe grumbled and signed where the woman pointed.

"Perfect," Melissa gushed with a big smile. "I'll just copy these and then the land is all yours."

She walked out again and Monroe turned to Nick with a red glaze to his eyes. Nick pulled back and held his hands up in his defence.

"It's all paid for," Nick explained quickly. "Nothing owing and there are no connections to the land."

Monroe growled.

"It's a nice picnic spot," Nick hedged. "I'm sure Rosalee will love a walk through the woods."

"You owe me," Monroe hissed, his eyes still red.

"More than I can count," Nick replied easily.

xXx

Nick was regretting his decision as he drove the trailer with a silent Monroe beside him. He didn't think it was such a big deal to put the land into Monroe's name instead of his. By the way Monroe sat silently, he'd made a mistake. He sighed and turned off the main road and down a forest trail. He'd been out here a few times as he took care on the rough road. Picking the smoothest way through with the trailer.

He started slightly when Monroe wound the window down and stuck his head out. He just wound his window down as he eased the car along the lightly marked trail. He came to a flat area just wide enough for him to turn around. He carefully backed the trailer into place and pulled up the hand break before he turned the car off.

He stepped out of the car and stretched his back before walking back to the towbar. He pulled the break up on the trailer before disconnecting it from his car. He froze when he felt Monroe close to him and glanced up to see the Blutbad standing there. His eyes were red and feral and with a stillness around him that had a warning bell going off in the back of his mind. He slowly stood up, unsure what had brought the beast forward in his friend.

"Look, Monroe."

Nick squeaked when Monroe lunged at him and he quickly twisted to the side as Monroe pushed his advantage. Nick was already unbalanced and slipped on the wet leaves and slid down the steep side of the house pad. He scrambled on the wet leaves and gravel until Monroe barrelled into his side. He grunted under the impact and managed to get a leg up. He kicked up and Monroe growled as he was flipped.

Nick tried to scramble to his feet, just to slide further down the hill and Monroe was on him quickly. He felt fear bolt through him as Monroe pulled him up and slammed him back first into a tree. He grunted as the air was pushed out of his lungs and his head hit the tree hard. His hands came up to grab Monroe's wrists. His heart pounding in his ears as he looked into Monroe's furry face and red eyes. Fear bolted through him as he was reminded of the first time they had met.

"Monroe!" Nick yelped.

Monroe pulled him forward just to slam him back into the tree and Nick groaned then froze. Monroe leaned forward and sniffed his neck and Nick panted harshly. He had no idea what had sent the other man into a rage but he was sure that he was the reason. He was really regretting his decision now.

"I'm sorry," Nick whispered. "I should have given you more warning."

Nick could feel Monroe's breath on his neck now and knew those large, sharp teeth were inches away from his skin. He didn't fight, any move from him now, could tip the scales and blood could be spilt between them. He could feel his heart beating in his ears and he held tight to Monroe's wrists as the other man's hands were tangled in his shirt tightly. Monroe then crossed that line and bit down sharply where his neck and shoulder met.

Nick felt his leg go weak as his hands tightened on Monroe's wrists. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. He trusted Monroe as he felt the pain flare up his neck and his eyes rolled back slightly. Then Monroe was gone and he was falling. He had just enough sense to bring his hands forward to break his fall as he panted harshly. He could feel blood dribbling down his neck and chest.

Nick slowly looked up when he heard cursing to see Monroe looking pale and crouched before him. Monroe reached out to him and he flinched back without thought and Monroe froze.

"Oh, man." Monroe muttered. "Nick, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, just stay there. I'll get a towel."

Monroe ran off before Nick could say anything and he let his head drop. He'd brought this on himself. Had pushed Monroe too far, forgot what he was in his hurry to get this piece of land. He should have told Monroe what he had planned and shouldn't have just sprung this on him. Nick flinched back when he felt someone close to him and Monroe paused with the towel held out.

"Sorry," Monroe uttered. "Here, you're bleeding, Nick."

Nick just looked at him blankly and Monroe shifted closer and gently placed the towel against his neck.

"Sit down Nick," Monroe encouraged. "Just hold this."

Nick slowly shifted around and winced when pain ran up his back from hitting the tree and his head pounded. His hand came up and grabbed the towel and Monroe rocked back on his heels and looked at him. Nick could tell that Monroe was on the edge of panic by his wide eyes and pale face. Monroe reached out and Nick flinched, involuntary, and Monroe quickly pulled his hand back.

"Oh, man." Monroe stuttered. "Sean's going to kill me. Nick?"

Nick slowly looked up at him, he felt sluggish as he pulled the towel away from his neck and looked at the blood soaked cloth. Monroe cursed, then he was before him, and pulling him up. He was tugged to his feet and Monroe quickly pushed the towel back against his neck as Nick staggered.

"Just hold that there," Monroe ordered as he pulled him up the slight hill.

Nick stumbled along, feeling detached from what was going on around him as Monroe pushed him into his car. He fell into the seat and started when Monroe pawed through his pockets.

"Wha' you doin'?" Nick slurred.

"Keys Nick," Monroe answered and pulled them out. "You're losing a lot of blood, keep your hand on the towel."

Nick started to feel sick as Monroe started the car up and picked his way through the woods back to the road.

"I'm so sorry Nick," Monroe said in a rush. "I didn't mean to and that bite is deep. I'm not sure what came over me and Sean is so going to kill me…oh and Rosalee. Nick?"

Nick slowly rolled his head towards Monroe and the man cursed as they hit the main road. When they pulled up at a set of lights, Nick felt Monroe pawing at his jacket and pulling his phone out. Monroe thumbed through his phone as Nick's eyes slipped closed.

"Sean!" Monroe exclaimed. "I'm sorry man, really sorry…but Nick. Ah…there was a problem…I lost control…we're heading to the hospital…I know!... I said, I'm sorry!…Yes, he's here but he's a little out of it…St Joe's. We're just pulling up now, please don't kill me!"

Nick started when Monroe was beside him and pulling on his arm. He stumbled from the car, then other hands were on him and he tried to pull away as people appeared around him.

"Just calm down, Nick." Monroe hissed. "We're at the hospital."

Nick glanced around as hands pushed him down into a seat then he felt hands on his neck. His eyes rolled over to Monroe as he hovered close by. He felt light headed and groggy. Detached from everything going on around him as he was wheeled into the hospital.