Juliet rolled over, barely waking up in her sleep and about to close her eyes again when she saw the empty cot next to her. She sat up quickly, very awake in an instant. "Nick?!" Her vision clearer, she looked around again, confirming he wasn't there. She hurried to the living room, with no one in sight. "Nick?!" She ran outside and frowned. The car was still there. "NICK?!" Frowning, she had a growing concern as she made her way to the side storage closet. "Oh no," she groaned, finding it unlocked with the bike gone.

She called Rosalee first, growing more concerned when she didn't answer after two tries. Hank also didn't answer the first time. "Come on," she pleaded, trying him once more.

A very sleepy Hank finally answered. "Hello? Juliet. Are you okay?"

"Hank," she announced. "Nick's gone."

"What. Where?"

"I don't know!" She answered, exacerbated. "I don't even know how he got out."

"Are you okay?" He asked again.

"Fine, but Hank. Rosalee's not answering."

"Shit. Alright. Keep looking around and see what you can find. I'll get to Rosalee's."

Nick had been ready to discount any thought of what Rosalee had said about there being another wesen. But, the same doubt that had kept him from killing her outright had become stronger the minute he'd watched her sink into the harbor. He was probably being stupid, but he had to be sure.

Nick made his way back to Rosalee's and walked inside. There was a vial of clear liquid resting on a holder next to an open book that had a stick it note with his name on it. Shaking his head, he looked at the page. There was a drawing of a terrible looking beast that appeared to have a very sunken face of a fly with wrinkled, rotting skin covered in pustules. The page was titled Pestilentia and read:

The town had been plagued by an unusual amount of violent attacks that I traced back to an alarming number of different wesen. With a voracity I'd never known, I dispatched them each without much trouble. Yet, I had a nagging feeling that this wasn't over. A few days later and the townspeople all starting falling ill. I had nothing to go on but this unexplainable urge that I needed to explore the woods. It was there that I discovered a cave littered with damp, decaying wood, beetles and flies. The moist, mold-like smell was exacerbated by the overpowering stench of something dead. It was then a wesen walked out with skin that appeared to be diseased and rotting. It opened its mouth and the stench of death was so overpowering, it made me ill to come any closer. Yet, at the same time I had this drive to charge it. The smell won out and I ran from the cave. Upon arriving back home, I contacted another Grimm who'd heard stories of such a beast. He advised concocting the Elixir D'esprit with holy water added to it and to fill a hollow arrow with the serum that could be shot from a distance. I returned to the cave the next day with it in hand. Upon firing my shot, the beast began coughing until it could no longer breathe. I decided to cut off it's head and sew its repugnant mouth shut for good measure.

Nick stared at the page a moment, considering. Like the passage described, he didn't know exactly where he needed to be searching, but he suddenly had a very good feeling of where he should try. He grabbed the poison vial to load into his crossbow arrows, along with a sword, and made his way to Bridal Veils. On the trail, he wasn't seeing or sensing anything unusual besides the vaguest notion that something was wrong. He veered off to the site of the murders. Here, by the still blood-stained dirt, there was a surefire sense to continue upward and off path. It wasn't there, but it wasn't far either. He could feel it in his bones. Nick started moving quicker, brushing through the overgrown trail with urgency until a stench stopped him in his tracks and he covered his nose in his shirt. He was here, but he still had to look closely before he could spot it. Then…there. Tucked below a damp, mossy rock outcropping was a small cave entrance littered with rotting forest debris.

A few minutes went by without seeing or hearing any evidence of a creature; but, even at this distance, the stench of moist wood and rotting flesh was overpowering. Nick started making a point of making himself heard, walking heavily through the brush and kicking at rocks. Finally, he heard a slow, heavy tread come closer from inside the cave. Nick dropped down below the tree with his crossbow ready. He was still several feet away, but when it arrived at the cave entrance, Nick couldn't help but gag on the air and he had to re-aim. Once he did, he fired a shot into its eye without a second thought. The creature woged, roaring and stumbling in pain, skin just as putrid and necrotic as had been described. Nick fired a second shot into its chest, bullseye over the heart. It let out one final, weak roar before falling to the ground. A few minutes later and there was still a strong odor in the air, but it had weakened considerably and the Pestilentia laid dead.

"Rosalee!" Nick whispered, horrified. For in that moment, the blinding hunting drive that had been growing over the past few days suddenly vanished and he remembered what he had done with it. Immediately, he got out his phone and prayed that one bar would be enough.

"Nick?" Hank answered, surprised and concerned.

"Hank," he answered anxiously, "You've got to get to the old harbor dock NOW! I…" Nick closed his eyes and threw his head back, not wanting to admit it. "Rosalee's at the bottom of the harbor in a locked box."

"What?!" Hank shouted. "Nick, where are you?"

"Hank, just go. Please."

"I'm already on my way," Hank called. He had nearly reached Rosalee's and flipped the car around. He asked again. "Where are you? Juliet's worried sick."

Nick shook his head. "Bridal Veils. But, don't worry about me. This is over. Call and get Monroe released, too." Nick paused and said tightly. "Hank, I'm sorry."

"Look, Nick. We're gonna –"

Nick hung up. He was staring at the cave where Pestilentia lay, now looking again like just a very ill man that had been living in the woods a long time. In frustration and for good measure, Nick walked up and cut off its head. And promptly sunk to his knees, not even minding the smell anymore. He'd arrested Monroe. He'd yelled at Juliet for trying to help them. He'd killed two wesen in the span of a day. And he might have killed Rosalee