Sean could feel rage coursing through him and he tried to grab a hold of that. Monroe had sounded panicked on the phone and he had an idea of what happened. What he didn't understand is what had tipped Monroe over that edge. He'd seen Nick and Monroe fight and knew that he'd come close a few times. Was that what happened, training gone too far? He pulled up in the parking lot and slammed his door shut.
He stalked into the hospital and pulled his badge for the woman at the front desk.
"Captain Sean Renard," Sean stated. "My detective, Nick Burkhardt, came in earlier?"
"Yes, sir." The woman behind the desk replied as she tapped away on her keyboard. "Fifth floor, room two-two-six."
Sean nodded and headed towards the lift as soon as he stepped out of the lift, he could smell the Blutbad and he followed that scent. He turned the corner to see Monroe seated in a chair with his head bowed. Sean flared his power and Monroe's head snapped up and his eyes shone red briefly.
"Sean!" Monroe yelped and jumped from his chair. "I'm so sorry!"
"What happened?" Sean demanded.
Monroe blew out a breath and flopped back in his chair and Sean crossed his arms over his chest. Sean could pick up the scents around the man and the feeling that he was giving off, guilt was the main one. Sean grabbed a tight hold on his temper, he needed to hear the other wesen out. He knew how close Nick and Monroe were and he was more than a little concerned with the situation.
"Well," Monroe stuttered. "Nick came to pick me up and said that he needed me to sign some papers. I thought he just wanted me to sign as a witness or something…"
Sean sat down next to Monroe as he spilled out the whole story and he felt on edge. He could see where Nick had gone wrong and the Grimm hadn't noticed. Sean sighed and against his better judgement, he placed his hand on Monroe's knee. The man's rambling words stuttered to a stop.
"I'm so sorry man," Monroe whispered and Sean nodded. "He didn't say anything to you?"
"No," Sean answered.
"Maybe he was hoping to make it a surprise," Monroe said in a rush then looked around. "Well, it was still a surprise."
Sean snorted and removed his hand and stood up. He looked through the glass window into Nick's room. He could see the man asleep in the bed and hooked up to an IV. He felt that rage pushing on him again.
"Did you drink his blood?" Sean asked and Monroe groaned.
"I tried not to," Monroe moaned. "I swear!"
Sean nodded, "How about you head home?"
"Ah, yeah." Monroe uttered. "I have Nick's car."
"We'll work something out tomorrow," Sean told him.
"Yeah…um, right."
Monroe stood and looked in on Nick before turning to him.
"I'm-"
"Stop!" Sean cut across him. "It happened. Go home and we'll talk tomorrow."
Monroe nodded and went to walk off then stopped. He pulled a phone from his pocket and held it out. Sean took the phone from him.
"Nick's phone," Monroe explained before wandering off.
Sean watched him in concern before looking down at Nick's phone. He pulled up Rosalee's number and pressed it.
"Nick," Rosalee greeted. "How much longer are you keeping Monroe?"
"It's Sean," Sean replied. "Monroe is on his way home. Nick's at the hospital and Monroe is blaming himself."
"What! Why?" Rosalee yelped.
"Monroe bit him," Sean answered.
"Oh, god." Rosalee moaned. "How bad?"
"Just look after Monroe," Sean stated. "I'll take care of Nick."
"Okay," Rosalee whispered. "Thanks, Sean."
"Sure," Sean replied before hanging up.
He noticed another missed number on the phone that he didn't know before he slipped Nick's phone away in his pocket. He gently opened the door to Nick's room and slipped in. He looked down at Nick sleeping and the bandage on the side of his neck before taking a seat in the chair next to his bed. He gently reached out and grabbed Nick's hand. He ran his thumb over his knuckles before bringing his hand up and kissing the back.
"Woken by a kiss from my prince?"
Sean locked eyes with Nick and gave him a smile.
"My princess," Sean whispered. "What would you ask of me?"
"A rescue from the big, bad hospital," Nick retorted with a wink.
"Alas, I cannot grant you your wish." Sean intoned, blandly. "I have failed in my first task."
Nick snorted and carefully sat up in the bed without removing his hand from Sean's. He was dressed in a hospital shirt and had an IV drip in place. Sean just lifted his hand up and kissed his knuckles again, tasting his skin.
"Giving it a second go?" Nick questioned in amusement.
"No," Sean answered and kissed his hand again. "Monroe explained what happened."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
Nick groaned and hung his head then winced slightly.
"I was hoping to make it a surprise," Nick explained. "I needed to move the trailer and this plot of land came up. They wanted a quick settlement at a low price."
"And you didn't want it traced to you," Sean summed up.
"Yes," Nick answered then smiled. "It's a nice spot. Just woods all around and a bit of a rough track to get out there."
"You had this planned for a while," Sean commented and Nick nodded. "How are you feeling?"
"A little light headed," Nick replied as he reached up then paused when his hand touched on the bandage. "And itchy."
"Good afternoon, I'm Doctor Porco." An older man greeted as he walked into the room. "You must be Nick Burkhardt and…"
"Sean Renard," Sean finished and the Doctor's eyes were drawn to their joined hands.
"Nice to meet you," Porco offered. "We want to keep you in for the night, Mr Burkhardt. You suffered a nasty dog bite and lost a lot of blood. We have started you on antibiotics in case of an infection and given you a tetanus shot."
"Any way that I can leave now?" Nick asked.
"I wouldn't advise it," Porco remarked mildly. "We would feel better to get some fluids into you after your blood loss-"
"Nick!"
The three men looked over to see Juliette standing there and Sean looked at her in confusion. Juliette looked at them with large eyes then she focused on their joined hands and the blood drained from her face.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning, Mr Burkhardt." Porco offered with a smile. "Good night."
"Thank you," Nick whispered and the man fled quickly.
Juliette stepped forward and shut the door behind her before focusing on them. She crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at them. Both men knew that expression on her face, she wasn't leaving until she had answers.
"How did you know I was here?" Nick asked.
"My roommate's sister works here," Juliette answered. "She called me to say that you were admitted. What happened? What are you doing here Sean?"
"I was bitten," Nick said as he looked her over. "Why did you come here?"
"Well," Juliette stated as she stepped forward and Sean released Nick's hand as he leaned back in his chair. "I was concerned."
"I'm fine," Nick said with a small smile. "Even have my own nursemaid."
Sean groaned and Nick threw him a grin.
"Oh," Juliette whispered and her eyes darted between them. "You two?"
"Yes," Nick confirmed and Sean tensed.
"Oh," Juliette repeated. "Are you both going to the wedding?"
Nick just groaned.
xXx
Nick started awake when his phone went off and he reached for it on the table next to his bed.
"Burkhardt," Nick answered roughly.
"Detective Nick Burkhardt?" A woman asked.
"Yes," Nick answered as he laid back on the hospital bed. "Who is this?"
"My name is Special Agent Katrina Chavez," The woman informed him. "I left a voice messages on your phone yesterday?"
"I'm sorry Agent Chavez," Nick said. "I was badly bitten by a dog and I've been at the hospital since yesterday. I didn't get a chance to check my messages."
There was silence at the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Chavez stated and she did sound authentic. "When you are recovered, I would like to set up a meeting?"
"No Problems, Agent Chavez." Nick answered. "How about next Monday?"
"At…eleven?" Chavez inquired. "Here at my office?"
"Could you send me the address?" Nick asked as he rubbed his face.
"Yes," Chavez replied. "I will see you then, Detective. I hope you're feeling better soon."
"Thanks," Nick said and she hung up.
Nick sent a quick text to Sean before pulling himself from the bed and to the bathroom.
xXx
Monroe shifted on his feet outside the hospital room. He wasn't sure what his reception was going to be as he glanced through the glass windows.
"Would you just come in!" Nick called and Monroe started.
Monroe's lips twitched at the command before he pushed the door open and stepped in. Nick looked at him from the bed as Monroe stepped closer. The smells on the air made his nose twitch as he looked Nick over.
"Take a seat," Nick offered. "I'm hoping to get out of here soon."
"I'm so sorry, Nick." Monroe said in a rush. "I tried to hold back."
Nick sighed and ran a hand through his hair before he waved it at the seat again. Monroe settled into the seat.
"Please explain what happened," Nick requested. "I'm guessing that this is a wesen thing."
"You could say that," Monroe groaned. "You gave me territory, Nick. Power over your territory in a way, it pushed on my more…animal side. With your connection to Sean it just tipped me that little closer to the edge. I'm sorry."
Nick nodded slowly.
"I'm starting to believe there are certain things that I just won't understand," Nick said slowly. "What should I have done differently?"
Monroe blew out a breath and was thankful for the fact that Nick was being understanding about this. Monroe reached out a hand to lay on Nick's arm when the Grimm flinched and he froze and let his hand drop.
"Just warning," Monroe said into the silence. "And the part of playing a couple at the real estate office. Don't state a claim over me in that way, it pushes at that other side of me."
"I'm sorry," Nick uttered as his eyes held his.
"We may look human, Nick." Monroe confessed softly. "But you have seen that other side of us. We deal with that every day and for more violent wesens like Blutbaden…"
"I understand," Nick stated.
Monroe gave him a small smile but things didn't feel as comfortable between them like before. He didn't want to lose Nick's friendship over this but he'd lost friends for less than what he'd done to Nick.
xXx
Sean reached into his coat for his keys before grabbing his phone instead as it went off. He pulled it out and opened the text message then paused. There was no text, just a photo of a baby and the hovering toy above her and he smiled. He hesitated for a second before sending the photo to Adalind. He slipped his phone away, pulled out his keys and stepped into his car. He hadn't slept well last night without Nick beside him.
He drove on auto to the hospital and was looking forward to seeing the man again. It was a feeling that he was getting used to. A feeling that he didn't want to lose, much like Nick himself. He parked his car easily and made his way up to Nick's room with a bag in his hand. Nick looked over to him when he arrived and gave him a grin. Sean held up the bag and Nick's grin widened.
"About time!" Nick exclaimed as he threw back the blanket and slipped from the bed.
Sean chuckled as he stepped into the room and Nick grabbed the bag. Sean flicked the blinds close as Nick stripped down and Sean's eyes caught on the bruises down his back as Nick dressed.
"How is the murder investigation going?" Nick asked as he pulled out a belt.
"Dead end on all accounts," Sean reported. "Hank is leading on the double murder with Wu helping on running down anything he needs."
"Reapers?"
"Even less," Sean answered. "Just ghosts."
Nick paused then ran his hands through his hair.
"Fries," Nick said suddenly.
"Fries?" Sean repeated.
"And a steak sandwich," Nick added with a glint in his eyes.
Sean laughed and clapped a hand to Nick's shoulder. Nick wrapped his arms around his neck as Sean's hands slipped under his shirt. He dipped down and took Nick in a gentle kiss as he took in his taste and scent. Nick pulled back and sniffed his neck and Sean quirked a smile at that as he held Nick close. He shifted slightly and kissed Nick's neck and he groaned.
"With coffee," Nick added and Sean snorted. "What?"
xXx
Nick touched on the slight red mark on his neck in interest as he stepped closer to the mirror. He'd seen the mark that Monroe had left on his neck when it had been dressed last night and it had been ugly and deep. They had stitched some of it closed and left the rest open to drain. There was no sign of that now except the stitches. He picked up a pair of scissors and carefully tried to cut thread.
"Need a hand?"
Nick yelped in surprise and dropped the scissors as he looked at Sean in the doorway. The taller man pushed away from the doorway and picked up the scissors. He stood behind Nick and gently ran his fingers over the mark before using the scissors to clip through the stitches. Nick watched him in the mirror and handed him a wet cloth to wipe the mark down. Sean leaned down and kissed the spot as he wrapped his arms around Nick's waist and he shivered.
"Looks like your healing ability is getting quicker," Sean commented as he kissed up Nick's neck. "Monroe called before, he has invited us to dinner tonight, said he has some fancy ciders that he wants us to try."
Nick opened his eyes without realising he'd closed them and focused on Sean in the mirror. He shivered when Sean kissed the spot between his shoulder blades as his hands spread out over his stomach. Nick leaned his hands on the counter as Sean slowly kissed down his back and he shivered at the feeling.
"The bruising has faded as well," Sean remarked between kisses.
Nick moved quickly and without warning, he grabbed Sean's wrist in one hand and the scissors in the other. He pulled on Sean's arm as he flicked the scissors open and slashed down. Sean yelped and Nick winced at the sound he made. Sean growled and grabbed him and Nick looked up at the Zauberbiest. Nick panted harshly as he took in the image of the man beside him but didn't release his arm. They both then looked back down at the deep cut that he'd made on Sean's arm.
"Is that normal?" Nick gasped as the cut slowly healed while they watched.
"No," Sean whispered as he let his wild nature go.
Nick picked up the wet cloth and wiped down Sean's arm, cleaning off the blood to see the thin red mark. Sean picked up the scissors that Nick had dropped and Nick held out his arm. He carefully placed the blade against his skin and sliced down with one stroke. Nick hissed at the pain but kept his arm out. His healing was slower than Sean's had been but still notable. Nick ran the wet cloth down his arm and the cut still bled but not as freely and it was already clotting.
"Warning next time, Nick." Sean whispered in his ear and Nick tilted his head back to look up at him.
xXx
Monroe shifted from foot to foot while Rosalee watched him fondly.
"Maybe we should have got some steaks," Monroe muttered as he paced. "You know how much he likes them."
"It's fine, Monroe," Rosalee tried for the third time. "You know he is happy with whatever you serve him."
Monroe paced up and down as he wrung his hands and Rosalee watched him. They both froze when they heard a car pull up out the front and doors closing. They relaxed when they heard Nick's voice then Monroe was pacing again. Rosalee stood up and walked to the front door and opened it up.
"Rosalee," Nick greeted with a grin. "How are you?"
"A little nervous about the wedding," Rosalee replied and gave Sean a smile. "How are you?"
"Hungry," Nick replied with a laugh.
"He's been doing nothing but eat since I picked him up yesterday," Sean drawled. "I have no idea where he's putting it."
Rosalee laughed and closed the door behind them. Nick glared at his lover and Sean's lips quirked up in a soft smile. Rosalee gave them a fond look and they both looked at her.
"You two are so cute," She gushed.
Nick paused and stared at her while Sean lifted an eyebrow and Rosalee blushed.
"Ciders, anyone?" Monroe asked and held up two bottles.
Rosalee grabbed the two bottles in one hand and Sean's arm in the other. Sean followed after her in amusement, feeling like the girlfriend being pulled away for a girl talk. Rosalee lead him into the kitchen and palmed off one of the ciders to him and placed the other on the bench.
"We'll let them talk," Rosalee said with a smile. "I'm sure that Monroe will move it outside if it gets a little physical. Not that I think it will, he's really been beating himself up about what happened. I felt tempted to take him out back myself and kick him but that would have just felt like kicking a dog when they're down."
Sean snorted and sipped on his cider.
"I don't believe it will come to that," Sean remarked mildly. "Are you looking forward to the wedding?"
Rosalee groaned.
"Juliette has been helping with all the plans," Rosalee explained. "I'm not sure that I would have gotten as far as we have, if not for her…But I shouldn't-"
"No," Sean cut in. "It's fine. She turned up at the hospital."
"Really?"
"Yes," Sean clarified. "She said that her roommate's sister works at the hospital."
Rosalee pulled back and looked at him.
"She knows about you and Nick?" Rosalee questioned.
"She does now."
"Well," Rosalee said with a smile. "That will make the wedding less awkward."
xXx
Monroe looked at Nick then looked away as they stood there as an awkward silence fell between them.
"I apologise," Nick ventured and Monroe head snapped up. "I should have explained what I was planning and asked you about placing the land in your name."
Monroe stepped forward and Nick tensed, the movement didn't go unnoticed by the Blutbad.
"Look Nick," Monroe whispered. "You don't owe me an apology…"
"Well," Nick announced with a smile as he brushed it off. "Now, that's out of the way. Dinner?"
Nick stepped forward and Monroe grabbed his arm. Nick flinched at the move without thinking. They both froze and Monroe released him like he'd been burnt. That flinch ran right through him and hit a spot deeper inside. Nick reached out and grabbed his arm but Monroe shrugged him off.
"Come on," Monroe muttered. "How about we have dinner and a few drinks and try to forget everything else?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Nick said with a grin.
xXx
Sean looked over to Nick asleep in the armchair next to him fondly. He gave Rosalee a nod of thanks when she held out a mug of coffee. He took it in his hand and looked over at Monroe staring into the fire.
"Monroe," Sean called out and the Blutbad slowly looked over at him. "He doesn't blame you."
"I blame me," Monroe muttered.
"Well, that's a different issue," Sean remarked and sipped on his coffee.
Monroe's eyes flashed red for a second. Sean raised an eyebrow and he turned away. Sean looked back over at Nick as he lay sprawled out in the armchair.
"Poor bloke," Rosalee whispered. "That mark doesn't look too bad, Monroe."
Monroe snapped his head up and sniffed the air before pulling himself to his feet and stepped closer. Sean tensed as Monroe silently crouched down next to Nick and gently pulled the collar of his shirt to the side. He looked at the red mark with a frown before his eyes darted over to Sean and the man gave him a smirk.
"Connection," Sean drawled. "Healing is a main factor…apparently."
Monroe sighed and let Nick's collar go before straightening up. He looked down at Nick for a minute before turning to Sean.
"I feel like one of those Blutbaden that Grimms would kill," Monroe confessed and Sean sat up straight in his chair with hard eyes. "He's one of my best friends and I…"
"We all slip," Sean intoned. "Regardless of how good our control is."
"Even you!" Monroe hissed in anger.
"Yes," Sean answered. "More than once. Your teeth weren't the first to mark his skin, Monroe."
Monroe pulled back and looked at him as Sean just sipped on his coffee.
"Nick has also let that control slip," Sean added. "And we should be going as well."
Sean pulled himself to his feet then kicked Nick's chair. The man snorted and woke with a start as Rosalee giggled.
"Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty," Sean drawled and Nick groaned. "Time to go."
xXx
Nick looked into the glass and tried not to take in the smell of the green substance in the bottom of the cup. This was not the way that he wanted to end his weekend.
"How long will this last?" Nick asked.
"Three days," Rosalee replied. "You did read the side effects, right?"
"Three days," Nick uttered and looked down into the cup.
"Side effects?" Sean questioned and Rosalee shoved the book towards him along the counter. "Ah."
"If you want her to not know you are a Grimm," Rosalee stated. "This will make sure of it."
"I'm guessing that we'll be going to the drug store after this," Sean muttered as he ran his finger down the page. "These will wear off in three days as well?"
"The ability for us to see him when we woge will," Rosalee answered vaguely.
"Are we really sure that she is trying to confirm that Nick is a Grimm?" Monroe asked, not for the first time. "She could walk up to him in the street and just woge."
Nick just stared at the foul mix in the cup before with one move, he drank it down. The smell hit him first and he almost gagged. He thought he was going to be sick as he swallowed it down. Then the taste soaked in and he did gag as Rosalee quickly pushed a bowl his way. He coughed as the mixture burned his throat and twisted in his guts and he grabbed the counter tightly. Then his sight just disappeared and it felt like someone hit him in the back of the head. He collapsed to his knees with a groan and felt hands on his shoulders.
"Nick!"
Nick groaned and grabbed his head as pain bolted across his temples and it felt like someone was hitting him with a bat in time to his heartbeat. Then it was gone, he blinked his eyes open. His sight was blurry and out of focus. He realised that he was on the floor, curled up in a ball with someone's hand on his shoulder. He slowly uncurled and blinked his eyes a few times. He could feel an ache in his stomach as he looked up and into the blurry face of Sean.
"Nick?" Sean whispered.
"If you're going to be sick, the bowl is right here." Rosalee told him and pointed to said bowl.
"You're a bit pale, man." Monroe added.
Nick just groaned and laid back on the floor and Sean snorted. He screwed his eyes shut as rubbed them with his fingers. Someone grabbed his wrists to stop him.
"Don't do that," Rosalee said, sternly. "Just let it do its work."
Nick nodded and removed his hands and blinked his eyes open. He could see better now as the world came into focus slowly. Sean knelt beside him with concern in his eyes. He tried to focus on him to see his other nature and felt nothing.
"Can you woge?" Nick requested.
Sean nodded and Nick frowned.
"I can't see anything," Sean announced and Nick's frown deepened.
"I can't either," Monroe uttered. "That's odd."
Rosalee had her head tilted slightly as she looked at him and Nick felt a little sick.
"What do you see, Nick?" Sean questioned.
"Nothing," Nick uttered and felt like he was missing a part of himself. "You're all woged?"
"Yes," Rosalee answered and quickly grabbed the book. "It says here, that it takes 'the sight of the Grimm' for three days. The potion seems to be working, you can't see us and we can't see you. They would use this to get away from Grimms, hard to find Wesen if you can't see us."
Nick suddenly yelped and grabbed his head as a bolt of pain smashed into him. He grabbed his head and rolled onto his side as the pain increased and he cried out. Something felt very wrong as something twisted inside of him and he could hear voices calling his name and hands on him. The pain kept coming and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. It felt like his head was going to explode.
"Knock him out!"
He felt something pinch his arm before the world of pain slipped away as he went limp.
xXx
"That wasn't in the book," Rosalee said in a panic.
Nick was still curled up with his hands over his head. Sean very carefully pulled Nick's hands back and winced at the sight of blood under his nails. Something had gone wrong as he rubbed his chest.
"What are you doing?" Rosalee demanded and Sean looked up.
"What?" Sean asked.
"You're rubbing your chest," Rosalee pointed out. "Why?"
"Feels tight," Sean replied with a frown.
"Oh, no." Rosalee stuttered with wide eyes. "We forgot!"
"The connection," Monroe uttered. "He's connected to you."
"You think that's what went wrong?" Sean questioned. "It's easing off now, just felt like heartburn."
Monroe snorted and gave him a rough grin.
"Don't start, Blutbad." Sean growled, not in the mood. "How long will that sedative keep him under?"
"Normally…probably half an hour." Rosalee answered. "Did you want to move him to the bed?"
"Why didn't we do that before he took it?" Monroe moaned.
xXx
Nick woke to the soft sounds of Rosalee talking to a customer in the shop. He lay on the bed out the back of her store. He looked over beside him to see Sean reading a file and quirked a smile.
"Thinking of becoming a detective?" Nick asked.
"I seem to be short one detective a lot of the time," Sean replied mildly. "I'll have to look at promoting someone or calling in another detective from another precinct at this rate."
Nick snorted, sat up then grabbed the bottle of water off the table beside him and drank it down.
"How long was I out?" Nick asked.
"About an hour," Sean replied. "How do you feel?"
"Beside thirsty, good."
"Did you want me to woge?"
Nick finished the bottle and looked at him and nodded. Sean tilted his head slightly and Nick watched him in interest. He couldn't see the change as Sean looked him directly in the eyes.
"I can't see anything," Sean remarked and shifted slightly.
"Neither," Nick commented. "This is odd."
Sean nodded in agreement.
"I pulled some other files with Verrat killings or the symbol of the Reapers," Sean commented. "It would seem that our FBI agent also pulled the same files as well as ones on you, Hank and myself."
"Chavez or Stewart?" Nick asked in interest as he sat on the side of the bed and looked at him.
"Just the FBI department," Sean answered. "I'm not sure what they are looking for but if she is Wesen then she would most likely know about Verrat. She alluded to the fact that I'm a Renard…I would assume that she is aware of the Royals."
"Should we be more concerned with the FBI, the Reapers or the person doing the killings?" Nick asked and Sean shrugged.
"We don't have to worry about the ones that are dead," Sean answered simply.
Nick gave him an amused look and Sean quirked his lips in a smile. Sean reached out and tangled their fingers together. Nick frowned as he ran his other hand over the back of Sean's.
"That's odd," Nick remarked, when he couldn't feel that other feeling under Sean's skin that he'd become used to. "I'm not doing this again."
"Let's hope that once is enough," Sean added. "It's just as disconcerting from my side."
xXx
Sean woke wrapped around Nick and it felt off, he would be happier once the potion wore off and the Grimm felt 'right' again. It put him on edge, even if he knew it was Nick in his arms, that feeling that he'd gotten used to wasn't there. He pulled back and ran his hand down Nick's side and could still feel something between them as he stroked Nick's skin. His hand drifted up to the mark that Monroe had made and his fingers skipped over it as Nick twitched as he woke up.
The Grimm glanced over his shoulder before rolling onto his back with a groan. Sean snorted as he curled into his side and let his fingers brush over his chest and the hard muscles of his stomach. Nick rolled towards him and Sean captured his lips in a kiss, tasting the other man as Nick ran his hand down his side.
Sean pulled back and looked into Nick's eyes as the other man's hand drifted down and cupped him then paused.
"Too strange?" Nick asked and Sean nodded.
"Sorry," Sean offered. "Just doesn't feel right."
Nick snorted and just pulled him into another kiss, the taste and smell of the man was the same as he wrapped an arm over him. Nick felt the same and yet different as they lay there until Nick's phone went off. Nick rolled away from Sean and snagged it up.
"Burkhardt," Nick answered.
"Hey, Nick." Monroe greeted. "How're you feeling, man?"
"Good," Nick replied. "I'll be happier once this wears off."
"Did you and Sean want to come around for dinner tonight?" Monroe asked. "In apology for making you, well, not a Grimm."
Nick snorted in amusement and looked at Sean and he quirked a smile with a slight nod.
"Sure," Nick answered. "You're just curious."
"Of course," Monroe stated.
xXx
Nick looked around the FBI department in interest at eleven, he could tell that they had a bigger budget than the PD as he looked at the newer building and gear. He walked up to the main desk and gave the woman a smile.
"I'm Detective Nick Burkhardt," Nick announced and held up his badge. "I have a meeting with Special Agent Chavez."
"I'll just call her up," the woman replied as she tapping away on her computer. "Please, take a seat."
Nick gave her a smile and took a seat, he didn't have to wait long until a dark-haired woman with sharp eyes, stern face and olive skin arrived and looked him over.
"Nick Burkhardt?" She asked as Nick stood. "I'm Special Agent Katrina Chavez, please follow me."
"Nice to meet you," Nick greeted as he followed after the woman.
He kept expecting to see flashes of fur, feathers or scales but it didn't happen and it put him on edge. He hadn't realised how often he used his new talent to look around the room and pick up the Wesen. They stopped at the plain looking office and Chavez held the door open for him.
"Just take a seat, Detective." Chavez offered.
"It's Nick," Nick replied with a smile as he settled into his seat. "I'll be happy to answer any questions you have."
The woman paused and looked at him sharply before settling into her seat behind the desk and opening the first file.
"We'll start with the man that attacked you at Captain Sean Renard's apartment," Chavez replied as she looked at the file. "You were living with Captain Renard at the time?"
"Couch surfing really," Nick replied with a shrug, throwing her with personal information. "Since my ex kicked me out."
Chavez paused again and those eyes caught on him as she tilted her head slightly. He was sure that she had just woged and he held her eyes mildly.
"Can you take me through what happened?" Chavez asked and Nick knew that he'd put her on an uneven footing in this interview.
"Of course," Nick said. "Anything you want to know Agent Chavez."
