Rosalee's was just a few blocks away and soon Hank was helping her inside. She glanced down as they entered, "Please don't judge. Like I said, it's not been my best day either."

There were several empty bottles of wine around the table along with a spilled bowl of green powder that appeared to have been thrown against the wall.

Hank couldn't help but look concerned. Still, he answered, "Let's just say everyone gets a pass today. But, are you drunk?"

"I was," she answered guiltily. "It wasn't just for secrecy I waited until so late to try and get Monroe." She went to sit down and motioned. "On the counter, you want the white jar on the very end, also the blue one and red one next to each other on the first shelf. And there's a med kit below the counter."

Hank brought them over and watched warily as Rosalee opened the med kit, pulling out gauze and suture material. "Juliet should be the one helping with this."

Rosalee laughed as she lathered the white cream around the arrow. "Juliet needs to be with Nick right now. You'll do fine."

Hank swallowed, "I'm not so sure about that."

Rosalee lathered a gauze pad with the orange cream and looked at him in challenge, "Are you the one with the arrow in your hip?"

He sighed. "Fair point. Ok, tell me what to do."

She looked at him and tried to be reassuring. "Pull it out." He paled. "Hank," she encouraged, "I've numbed it. It's fine."

He took a breath and looked away as he pulled out the arrow. Rosalee winced anyway, but immediately put a large amount of pressure on it with the gauze for several minutes. "Good job," she encouraged. She threaded the suture needle and handed it to him. "Now, to close it."

"Can't you do it?" Hank asked hopefully. "I have no idea how."

"I could," Rosalee barely entertained and teased, "But didn't you come to help? Besides, it was your friend that shot me."

"I thought he was your friend too," Hank muttered.

She gave a small smile. "He is. I'm just messing with you. But it is still a lot harder to do it myself. Look, I'll talk you right through it. It'll only need two. Just enter close to the edge and stay superficial, then back up near the edge on the other side."

Hank looked like he was about to pass out, but otherwise made it work. "Remind me to help kill Nick for you when this is over."

Rosalee laughed and put the blue cream over the top to help with healing. "Go help Juliet with him now. You did good. Thank you."

Juliet pulled up to the house and parked. Sighing, she pulled out the first aid kit in the glove box and slid into the back seat with a still unconscious Nick. She poured a little water over his blood matted hair, brushing it out as she did. "What have we gotten into this time, Nick?" She caught the water on a gauze pad and cleaned up around a lump forming on the back of his head where he'd hit. She'd wrapped his arm to keep it from bleeding before they left; it needed more attention, but she didn't want to risk waking him yet.

Hank pulled up. "How's he doing?"

"Still out," she answered. "How's Rosalee?"

"Tough as nails."

"She always is," Juliet said and handed him the key. "We're going to go in and take a right down to the end of the hallway."

"You've been here before?"

"Nick and I checked it out when his mom told him about it. But, we've never had to use it."

Inside, the walls were all painted an olive shade of green and the place was spacious enough to be comfortable for an extended stay, but currently held a slightly musty, abandoned feel to it. They carried Nick down the hallway where there was a small room behind a bolted, iron door. Inside, the walls were lined with chains in various positions and a bolted-down cot with four restraints on it.

"Mama Grimm's safehouse has a dungeon? I don't know if I should be surprised." Hank commented. "Are we sure about this?"

Juliet shook her head. "This is just holding cell. Downstairs is a different story. And no, I'm not. But I don't see any other way to keep him from trying to run down half the town. Do you?"

"No," Hank sighed as he started putting the restraints around Nick's feet and Juliet did the same with his wrists. "But I wish there was. I just hope Rosalee figures something out." He considered. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

Juliet shook her head and replied unhappily, "No. I'll be fine looking after him. I'm sure Rosalee could use some help looking into this."

Hank frowned and pulled her in a chair before leaving. "Okay. Call me if you need anything, Juliet."

"I will." Juliet went to a silver-plated chest in the back of the room, pulling out the drawers containing medical supplies. When she went to sit beside Nick and started unwrapping the bandages on his arm, he started to stir but didn't wake. "Nick? Can you hear me?" No answer yet. "Your arm got cut up pretty badly," she warned in case he could hear her. "I need to get it cleaned up. This might sting." She'd been hoping she could do it all while he was still out, but as she'd suspected, he woke up and jerked against the restraints as soon as she applied the antiseptic. "Nick. I'm right here. It's going to be okay."

Nick looked around frantically and pulled lightly at the restraint again, but he stopped fighting and set his head back down. Closing his eyes a moment, he asked regretfully. "I tried to kill Monroe, didn't I?"

Juliet set down the gauze and nodded. "And shot Rosalee." He looked back up at her in concern and she reassured him, "She's ok! Monroe, too."

"So they're both out and alive?" He asked with an edge to his voice.

"Monroe decided to lock himself up, too, if that makes you feel better." She retorted before softening. "Nick, do you hear yourself? You sound almost disappointed."

"Yes, I hear it." He answered, frustrated, "And every inch of me is telling me to believe it, that I need to go after them." He paused. "If I stop a minute, I can hear this part telling me that's not right. But it's getting quieter by the minute. So…I guess that's why we're here."

"Ro—We're working on something right now. We think it might be some kind of infection that's attacking…everyone. We just need some time."

Nick seemed to consider it. "You should help them, then. It's no use having you stuck here with me. I'm not going anywhere."

She smiled, but looked at him a little unsure and shook her head. "I'm not leaving you that easily. Besides, I need to clean up that arm. For what it's worth, looked like you put up a good fight."

"Fine," Nick relented, but pulled gently once more at the restraints. "But, are these really necessary?"

Juliet sighed. "I haven't missed the fact you keep trying to get out of here, and not just because anyone would want to. So, no. I'm sorry. Not yet."

Something seemed to snap, then, and Nick lunged against the restraints. "Let me out of here right now, you stupid bitch! You don't understand! They'll kill you! They'll kill everyone! They. Will. Kill everyone if I don't stop them!"

Juliet jumped back. "Nick, I swear I'm just trying to help."

Nick was still bucking the restraints. "You're lying. You don't care about me. You're trying to help them!"

"Nick, your arm," Juliet cried. It had started bleeding everywhere. "Just let me help. Please."

"Get away from me!" He snarled.

She looked back at a still furious Nick once more, before hurrying out of the room and closing the door, crying as she slunk to her knees outside of it. She'd stayed there for awhile, but had lost track of how long when a calm, regretful voice called out for her. "Juliet? Juliet, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

She wasn't ready to believe it at first, but she was worried about him.

"Juliet, please," he called once more.

She took a breath and opened the door, not trying to hide how scared and upset she was. Then, she saw the blood beneath the cot. "Oh, Nick."

Nick made a point of not moving. He just looked at her. "Juliet…I…I'm sorry isn't enough. I know this isn't easy for you. I don't know what made say otherwise."

She swallowed, deciding to believe him. "I know. We're working on that."

He gave her a small, apologetic smile. "Alright. You call the shots."

"Can I get that in writing later?" She teased.

He looked at her playfully. "Maybe…Can you forgive me?"

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. "Only if you be good and let me fix your arm."

"Yes, ma'am."

She batted his arm lightly, "Who are you calling ma'am?" She cleaned out the scratches the best she could and patted them dry before applying a numbing ointment. "One of these will need stitches," she warned, grabbing the material from the kit. Five stitches later and she was applying butterfly bandages to the remaining scratches topped with an antibiotic cream. Finally, she wrapped his arm in back in the gauze. "All done."

"Couldn't ask for a better nurse," he approved.

They must have both dozed off at some point trying to tell each a crazier story than the other. No small feat at this point. Still, Nick had lost track of time when he woke up to what he thought was a knock at the door. Juliet was asleep with her head resting on his chest. He'd just managed to sneak a bobby pin out of her hair and tuck it into his left pant pocket, when he heard the knock again. This one had woken Juliet.

"Hmm?" Juliet lifted her head sleepily in time to hear them call, "Delivery!"

She jumped up. "Oh my god! The food! I figured you'd be hungry. I'll be right back," She told him.

A few minutes later, she was back carrying pizza and looking at him, uncertain. "I can trust you not try and run off if I let you sit up, right?"

"That'd be nice," Nick agreed. "Yes." She had undone just the wrist restraints and set the pizza next to them. He smiled. "You got my favorite."

"Figured it was the least I could do."

They'd gotten about halfway through the pizza when Juliet's phone rang. She answered, "Hello?"

"Juliet? It's Rosalee. How's Nick?"

Juliet glanced over at him munching on his third piece of pizza. "Had a rough start. But, good. For the moment. We're just finishing dinner. Tell me we've got something?"

"We've got something," Rosalee answered cautiously.

"It's a wesen called Pestilentia that basically infects the air with its breath, which acts like a toxin. In wesen, it sends natural instincts into overdrive and left unchecked, will eventually cause everyone in town to fall severely ill."

"Well, that would at least explain at lot," Juliet sighed. "Why don't you sound more relieved?"

"The good news is, there's a way to kill it that should reverse its affects," Rosalee answered. "The bad news is, I don't know where it is. It just says something about living in rotting woods, but nothing more specific."

Juliet frowned and asked hesitantly. "Anything we could actually benefit from having…"

"Nick in full Grimm mode?" Rosalee seemed to consider it. "I don't know. Honestly, from what it says here, it was Grimm that found it essentially on instinct. So…maybe. Still, it may be more dangerous to let him have free roam until we know exactly where it is. I think we should at least try to pinpoint its location first."

"Okay. I'll try to keep Nick from eating all the pizza, then. Thanks, and be careful."

"I will," she ended. "You too."

"They think they found something," Juliet told him, before becoming apologetic. "But, it's getting late and they need a little more time."

Nick had finished eating and reluctantly laid back down. "It's okay. You deserve a good night's sleep, though. You don't have stay here. Take one of the bedrooms."

She sighed as she relocked the last wrist restraint. "Nice try. But, I did see a second sleeping cot I'll pull down and stay here with you."

"Thanks, Juliet," he said, barely concealing false gratitude.

It took awhile for her to finally lose the battle with sleep and for Nick to be sure she was out soundly. Finally, he managed to move just enough to reach the hairpin he'd stuck in his pocket. He had to twist his wrist and strain hard against the restraint to reach the lock on it, but he finally managed. With one hand free, the others came much quicker. At one point, Juliet had stirred a little, but ended up just rolling over in her sleep. Taking off his shoes, Nick moved slowly to the door she'd gratefully left open. The heavy front door, however, she had locked. Nick considered it a moment before deciding it was still his best option. He moved slowly enough that he managed to undo the locks without too much noise. The door creaked just a little when he opened it, but he only needed enough to get through. He thought about taking the car, but reluctantly admitted it would definitely wake Juliet. It was too far to run, so he'd have to settle for picking one more door around back. It was a storage shed they'd discovered last time they'd come to check the place out. Inside, he grabbed the bike along with one of the spare packs holding knives, wires and other small toys and survival gear.

Rosalee had just taken the clear vial of poison off the burner when she froze, thinking she'd heard something outside. She couldn't quite make it out, though. Frowning, she looked down at the notes that had finally given them the hope of a solution and scribbled 'Nick. Vial.' on a stick it note she attached to the page. It was then she smelled him. She turned off the burner and started to run for the door, grabbing a bag of black powder as a last-minute thought on her way out the back. Where Nick was waiting.

"Nick," she announced anxiously. "I was just on my way to see you."

Nick eye her suspiciously. "Really? Then why'd you come out the back?"

Rosalee back up nervously. "You know. Can never be too careful. Nick, you've got to listen for a second. There's another wesen in town that's much worse news. It's making everyone sick. I can show you, just inside I just finished a serum that'll help kill it."

Nick seemed to consider for a moment. "I haven't noticed anyone sick. Where is this supposed wesen?"

"I don't know yet! But…"

"Now why would I listen to a word a Fuschbau says?" Nick said, "See, I don't think you were on your way to see me at all. Or that there's another wesen in town."

Nick ran after Rosalee. Rosalee sprinted away, releasing the bag of powder as she did. She breathed a conflicted sigh of relief when she heard the break in Nick's stride followed with harsh coughing and a string of curse words. She kept running, only to let out a shriek as the earth gave way beneath her. The fall dazed her for a moment before everything came back into focus a second later. "No," Rosalee groaned. He'd dug a foxpit and she'd fallen right into it. Above, Nick had caught up and was staring down at her.

"I'll give it to you. That was a nice trick. Unfortunately for you, I expected you to sneak out the back. And you ran exactly where I wanted you to." Nick flicked barbed wire into the hole that found its way around Rosalee's wrist and ankles

"No." Rosalee yelped. "Nick, please. I swear, I'm trying to help. Take me back to the safe house and then you can kill me if I'm lying.

Nick laughed. "Back to Juliet and a place you obviously know about. No, I don't think so. And you've already pissed me off making this harder than it needs to be."

Rosalee started trying to fight her way out, but the barbs only cut into her skin the more she moved. "Nick," she pleaded one last time. "What if it's true?"

He looped a rope around her waist, sinching it tight to pull her up. He considered, "Alright. Then, we'll go somewhere only I know to find you. And you'll be dead in a few hours when it's proven you're lying."

Nick hoisted her to the top and knocked her unconscious. He'd stopped by his place on the way into town, picking up his car and a weighted box to keep her locked in, parking just around the corner to avoid detection. Opening the trunk, he tossed her into the box and locked it. Driving over to one of Portland's abandoned harbors, he pulled to the shoreline and shoved the box into the water.