This is a series of Grimm based one shots.

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Catherine hits another one

Grimm Action/humor

Characters: Kelly B (Grimm), Chuck B (Grimm), Catherine B (Hexenbiest)

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"She's going to hit him."

*Snicker* "I know. I already warned him"

"He's a pretty big guy - what, like 6'5 and 325lbs or so"

*Snicker* "Did that ever stop her before?"

"She's going to kill him."

Kelly is now flagging the strip club bouncers over "Probably not all the way. I hope he doesn't have a knife on him."

His younger brother Chuck is flagging bouncers over too "Right there clipped in his front pocket. And I'm not pulling her off this time."

They had already warned the guy a couple times. He was getting way too handsy - grabbing their little sister too freely... Their sister had been brushing his hands off as she danced on the man but he was growing more insistent. He was a huge muscular Klaustreich who looked like he was probably an NFL lineman. He laughed when Kelly told him "I'm not worried about her bro." The man had looked at the tiny woman and laughed at the idea that she could do anything with a gorilla like himself. "Your funeral bro" Chuck had told him.

Now Kelly is snickering over Chuck's concern about the knife "You big baby!"

Chuck isn't budging "She stabbed me in the arm last time!"

Kelly snickers

Chuck continues "She stabbed you too. Don't tell me you forgot."

Kelly seems unimpressed "Oh, yeah, that's right. Huh, I guess she did."

Chuck is laughing now "How do you forget getting stabbed in the chest?"

Kelly shrugs "I guess I get stabbed a lot. Hey, how far along is Connie?"

Chuck smiles "Eight months. It's another boy."

Kelly smiles "Congratulations!"

Chuck grumbles "I don't see why you always want to drag me out to these places with you. Seriously - it's kinda weird that our sister is dancing right there in front of us."

Kelly chuckles "Tell me you don't like her friends? You seem to be enjoying Mystie's company quite a bit. I seem to remember you liking her friend Bubbles a whole bunch."

Chuck grumbles in protest "I'm a married man!"

Kelly snickers "Yep, and I seem to remember that was almost exactly eight months ago. You and Connie should name the baby after me, as thanks for bringing you out and letting Bubbles get you in the mood."

Kelly snickers again "He grabbed her again. She's going to kill him." He waves for the bouncers again.

Chuck is snickering now "I'm not naming him after you! We already have a name picked out."

*KA-POW.* The giant mountain of a man's head wobbles around loose from the vicious punch like a huge bobblehead. He is crumpling into a pile with a tiny, five foot tall 90 pound screaming mad dancer pounding him completely senseless while he is falling to the ground. He hits the floor hard with her straddling his chest pounding blow after blow into his face with both fists. The man's eyes are completely rolled back in his head and blood is flowing out of his mouth and nose. Her punches have stopped crunching and are now squishing.

Everything in the entire club stops and everyone is staring as four huge bouncers go flying across the place at top speed to grab her. In a split second she has the man's knife out and is tackled by two huge bouncers the instant before she stabs it into the side of his head. She rolls once, pops straight up on her feet and *POW* drops one of the bouncers straight to the floor with a hard left that would have made Mike Tyson's knees weak.

Kelly is laughing now as one of his sisters friends rhythmically grinds herself against him. He is teasing his sister. "Catherine, don't fight the bouncers! They're here for your protection!"

Chuck is laughing too as the girl in his lap gyrates and rubs all over him. He is teasing her as well. "Sis, Don't kill the paying customers again!"

Their sister is now yelling at the owner who is shaking his head, rubbing his hair, and yelling back at her about not killing paying customers or his bouncers *again* while two more huge bouncers look nervously at the knife in her right hand. A third bouncer is trying to revive the bloody man that is laying unconscious on the floor while a forth bouncer is standing up his now very wobbly fallen comrade.

She spits on the knocked out man, throws his knife at him and it sticks hard into the floor one-eighth inch from his head, then stomps angrily into the back.

Now a dozen unhappy men with big wads of cash in hand go after the owner complaining that they didn't get their dances from her. "Please go talk 'Shorty' into coming back out for us!"

The owner looks defeated as he heads to the back scratching his head and grumbling to see if he can calm her down so she will come back out and dance.

*Grumble* Crazy stripper! This is yet *another* night he can't fire her!