And now we get to the difficult part: the actual crime scene. I've watched Grimm many times, but hopefully I can do these scenes justice.

God, I love this show...

Side note: I actually did have to look up things like "stab wound sword" to better describe the wound. The images are actually quite gruesome, so search at your own peril.

I'm not a serial killer, I swear! XD Anyways, enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 2: Morning After

The crime scene chatter hit Nick and Hank like an old memory as they stepped out of their car. They strolled towards the crime scene-the yellow tape was all too hard to miss-where Sergeant Wu approached with a bit of haste in his step.

"Gentlemen, and you two as well," Wu chirped. "I'm judging by those dark circles that sleep is still hard to come by."

Nick and Hank chuckled. Hank asked, "What have we got, Wu?"

"Victim has been identified as one Joshua Welmar," Wu stated. "Passerby found him about three hours ago. Someone gave him one hell of a stab wound."

"Any witnesses?" Hank asked.

"None that have come forward," Wu said. "I've got the guy who found him in my car."

Officially entering the crime scene, Nick and Hank knelt down and looked at the wound on the base of Welmar's throat. It was still very red and wedge-shaped, ending in what could only be described as a fishtail. Just by observing the churned-up flesh near the center, Nick and Hank could tell that the wound went pretty deep; was it possible the gash was perforative? The flow of blood had already run its course down his neck, staining his dark green shirt with a massive, red blotch, the size of a dinner plate.

And Nick and Hank could tell that there was no going back after that size, even without a stab wound.

Hank whistled. "Damn."

"Definitely a stab wound," Nick muttered. "Could have been a single-edged weapon."

"Are we talking sword?" Hank asked.

"Looks like it. We'll know more once the M.E. has a look at him," Nick replied. He reached into Welmar's pocket, took out his wallet and opened it. "Cash is still in his wallet. Definitely not a robbery."

"No other signs of a fight," Hank pointed out. He turned to Wu. "Let's talk to the guy who found him."

"That would be Samuel Wilkerson. Follow me." He lead Nick and Hank to his police car, where a fidgety middle-aged man in business attire was sitting in the back seat. "Mr. Wilkerson, these are Detectives Burkhardt and Griffin."

"So you're the one that found Welmar," Nick said.

"Yes, I am," Wilkerson replied in a rather meek voice. "I was on my way to work when I noticed him out of the corner of my eye. I thought he was passed out at first, but then I saw the wound on his chest." His face wrinkled in discomfort. "Nearly gave me a heart attack. I called 911 as soon as I saw it."

"Did you see or hear anything else?" Hank asked. "A scream, maybe someone leaving or anything else?"

"No, no," Wilkerson said. "I only saw the body."

Nick nodded. "Thank you for your time. You're free to go." He an Hank walked away as Wu called another officer to take Wilkerson home before following them.

"Let CSU have it," Hank told yet officer before catching up. "We think Wilkerson is Wesen."

"Not that he's letting on," Nick replied. "The killing doesn't look Wesen either."

"Well, this should be interesting," Wu mused.

"Let's get back to the precinct," Nick said. "Let's see if anyone had it out for Welmar."

"It looks like Welmar has a little bit of a record," Hank said with a sigh. He leaned back on his chair. "He's only ever been arrested twice. Once for assault and once for a drunken disorderly. Other than that, he's clean."

"Pretty much what I've got," Nick added. "No known enemies, no gang affilations. Might be just a random act of violence."

At that moment, Wu approached their desk with a blue folder.

"Just got the report back from the M.E.," he said, opening the folder. "Apparently, the wounds indicate that the victim's throat was pierced with a very sharp instrument."

Now that was a first. "How sharp?" Nick asked.

"Surgically-sharp blade," Wu responded, still reading the report.

Hank's eyes widened. "Scalpel? Again? I'm not ready for another Jack the Ripper."

"With a wound that big, I'm going with a sword," Nick said. He turned to Wu. "Anything else?"

"Oh yeah. CSU found Welmar's car parked in the vicinity of the Bent Brick, so now we know where he was last seen," Wu added.

"Well, at least we know where to start," Hank said as he and Nick got up.

Nick chuckled. "Might as well get a few drinks while we're at it."

"Well, I guess I'm coming with you, too." Wu started to fall in step with Nick and Hank. "I could definitely use a drink or two."

"Or you could stay here and see if anyone's reported Welmar missing," Hank said. "A guy this clean had to have some kind of family here in Portland."

That elicted a rather audible sigh from Wu. "Oh alright, I get it. Not needed." He walked off, disappointment dripping with each step, as Hank chuckled somewhat victoriously behind him.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Nick asked.

"He'll live," Hank replied. "Let's see if anyone at the Bent Brick saw him leave."

And with that, the two detectives walked out of the precinct.

And there we have it. I'm really sorry that I took so long. I really wanted to do a Wesen crime scene justice.

That, and my internet's been funky.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Tell me how you're liking it so far! :D