Hank had driven well over the speed limit to get to the old harbor, making one stop. He'd barely concealed his impatience as he'd urged the dive rental employee to hurry up. The harbor wasn't terribly deep, but deep enough he didn't expect to be able to find Rosalee in a single breath. Fortunately, the Captain had put all the detectives through dive rescue training after an investigation over a boating accident last year. This spot wasn't frequented and Hank spotted a single set of car tires rolling into the sand as he pulled up. It wasn't too long of a shoreline, but he still said a silent thank you for the indication on where to start looking.

Hank pulled on the dive gear, grabbed bolt cutters and an extra mask and plunged into the harbor, diving down slowly as he searched. Luckily, it didn't take him long to notice a large shape with defined edges that was shaking back and forth, as if someone was kicking inside it. Hank swam over and knocked on the box, trying to avoid surprising her. He broke open the lock, letting the cutters drop to the harbor floor. He had to fight harder than he'd expected to open the top with the weight of the water, but he managed. Rosalee had helped, kicking against it and rolling herself into the opening. Hank cursed under his breath as he shoved the second mask best he could onto her face, woged in panic. Her hands were still bound and bleeding, sending a red hue through the water. He tried to undo the wire, but they were too sharp and had bound too tight. Helping steady her, he reached down for the bolt cutter and carefully snipped them off instead. He squeezed her shoulder gently and put out a hand, both trying to tell her it was alright now and that they had to go slowly back to the surface. Rosalee nodded, seeming to understand.

Once on the surface, Rosalee ripped off the mask and fell onto the sand, shaking and gasping at the air.

"Hey," Hank called, grabbing a towel he'd left on the beach and draping it over her, pulling her close. "Rosalee, you're gonna be fine. You're safe."

Rosalee took a few more shaking breaths, shifting back to her human face as she leaned against Hank. "Where's Nick?"

Hank shook his head. "I don't know. Not here. Come on, let's get you inside and warm."

Just as Hank was about to drive Rosalee back into town, a car pulled up furiously next to them. Monroe practically leapt out of it and came running over, opening the door and pulling Rosalee into him. "Rosalee! Are you alright?" He looked at her, her hair curled wildly and clinging to her shoulders, dripping wet. She was still shivering while wrapped in two fuzzy, lime green football blankets. He laughed in spite of himself; Rosalee hated football. But, then he saw her raw wrists and bleeding ankles. He nodded. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Monroe, what are you doing here?" She asked incredulously.

"Released," he answered, similarly. He frowned and said somewhat unhappily. "They said the charges were dropped."

"I made a call on the way in," Hank explained. "No one's claimed the hikers, and I don't think they will. Despite the name of the hike, they were no honeymooners. Convicts with a long list of enemies and no remaining close relatives. Not condoning it, but if it had to be anyone, Monroe, you picked two 'good' ones to go after. Just in case, Captain's agreed to clean up any evidence we had on the case that would place you there."

"Monroe, this is good news," Rosalee encouraged.

He shook his head. "Doesn't change what I did."

She sighed and pulled him closer. "It wasn't your fault. Just like this wasn't Nick's. There was a Pestilentia."

"What?!" Monroe exclaimed, rolling his head in disbelief. "Well that explains a lot. But, geez, they're super rare. What does this town have against us?"

Rosalee smiled, "Having several wesen, a Royal and a Grimm probably doesn't help anything."

Monroe nodded and said a little lighter. "Yea, about that. Still gonna kill him for this."

Rosalee laughed, "If it helps, I think you screwed up his arm pretty good." She looked off worriedly. "But, knowing Nick…Hank, we need to find him. He's not going to handle this well."

Hank nodded. "He said it was over when he called me, but he sounded completely defeated." Looking at Rosalee, he tried calling Nick back. He answered on the second ring. "Nick. I've got her. She's going to be okay." There was no reply. "Nick?"

After another minute, Nick answered, relieved. "Thank you, Hank. Can I…?" His voice was tight. "Tell her I'm sorry."

Hank looked at Rosalee, questioningly. She nodded and Hank answered. "She's right here."

"Nick?" She asked tentatively.

"Rosalee." He paused. "I owe you a lot more than I'm sorry."

She took a deep breath. "I'm not mad at you, Nick. We're gonna be alright. Where are you?" Click. She shook her head. "He hung up."

"When I talked to him earlier, he said he was on Bridal Veils," Hank said. "But, Rosalee, you should get some rest."

Rosalee seemed to consider disagreeing, but Monroe pulled her gently back closer to him. She nodded. "Okay. Let me know if you need help, though."

"Nick?!" Juliet called with Hank, slightly out of breath as they hiked up Bridal Veils.

"Monroe can kill him for Rosalee," Hank grouched. "I'm gonna kill him for making me actually hike this."

Juliet smiled, but called again "Nick?!" She shook her head, "Maybe we should have called for help."

Hank shook his head. "Monroe and Rosalee needed time. And as for search and rescue, not if we want to keep this all quiet." He called, "Nick?!" Looking around, he suddenly spotted a heavily broken trail through the brush. "Juliet, look! …Where was he going?" They followed the trail until Hank jerked his head back, covering his nose. "Oh!" Then he spotted the severed head. "Juliet! Well, he was here."

Juliet came through the branches and stepped back from both the sight and smell. She saw an opening in the trees up ahead, though, and started walking toward it. "Nick." She called, relieved as she finally spotted him. The woods had opened up into a rocky outlook that he was sitting curled up on. His hair was a mess and he was covered in blood and dirt, not even looking out at the stunning vista. She held out a hand for Hank to wait as she walked up to him slowly. "Nick?" she called. He didn't seem to register her. She crouched beside him. "Nick, can you look at me?"

He glanced up just barely enough to look at her, but didn't say anything before putting his head back down.

"Nick, no one's mad at you. We're just worried."

He lifted his head back up, staring at the vista with an unfocused look. "I tried to kill them, Juliet. And you…"

"Don't you worry about me. And they're both okay."

"Doesn't change what I did."

Juliet nodded. "No." She put a hand on his shoulder and continued, "And I won't try to give you excuses for it. I know you. But, you can try to make up for it. Just not if you stay sitting here feeling sorry for yourself."

He nodded acceptingly, standing up slowly after another minute.

"You're freezing," Juliet said, pulling a jacket out of her bag. Nick shook his head. She stared at him and said sternly. "Freezing to death isn't going to fix it either."

He conceded, taking the jacket.

Juliet looked back to the severed body. "And what are we going to do about that?"

Nick sighed. "Give me a minute." He drug the body deep inside the cave. Coming out, he answered, "I don't think anyone's going to be looking inside there anytime soon. It'll be less conspicuous than a burn pile or grave site."

With a look of disgust, Hank kicked the head in behind him. "Agree with you there."

Nick hung his shoulders and turned to Hank. Almost in monotone, he mentioned, "I don't think I should be back for a few days."

Hank nodded. "We can take care of that." He blinked and put up a hand, "After you take a shower and promise never again to hike up the worst freaking climb from hell you could find."

"I'll see what I can do," he promised.