So, I don't have a set timeline for when this story takes place so just know it happens after Rossi comes back so like season 4 or so. For Grimm a month or two after P.T.Z.D. I'm also making Cold Blooded earlier in the series, so let's say it was between episodes 3 and 4 of season 3. The B.A.U team is Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, Reid, JJ, Hotchner, and Garcia. Rossi knows a little bit about Wesen politics but not about Wesen. Hotchner has worked with Renard on a different case but still doesn't know about Wesen. Juliet and Nick aren't/weren't together in this fic, they'll just be like cool platonic roommates. A lot of sarcastic Wu, chill Hank, smart Rosalee, stressed out Nick, overprotective Renard, still trying to understand the Wesen world Juliet, and just trying to make sure everyone's not dead Monroe. Disclaimer: I don't own Grimm or Criminal minds. I don't even own the Netflix and Amazon prime accounts I use to watch them.
Hotch's P.O.V
"We have a case in Portland Oregon," Garcia says using the remote to pull up the case, heels clicking as she walks up to the front of the room. The pictures were gruesome and bloody with arms and legs detached from the body. Reid looked closer already seeing something we didn't.
"It looks like the missing body parts were ripped out of their sockets. This is what you'd expect in an alligator attack, not in a murder. They've connected the murders?" He asked looking to me and Garcia.
"Well, how many killers have you seen do that?" Morgan asks pointing at the pictures.
"How many are there?" JJ asks.
"3 so far but these were done only 48 hours apart and the governor doesn't want to take any chances with this one." I say as Garcia pulls down the photos.
"That's smart, it could be the beginning of a spree." Prentiss adds, flipping through the pages.
"You know what, I remember reading a case that sounds similar to this." Reid says looking at the pictures in the case file.
"Correct you are 187, there was a spree of murder robberies a little while ago also in Portland. But because the perpetrators were killed along with the different disposal methods, they don't think they're connected." Garcia says adjusting her glasses.
"I'd like to talk to the cops on that case anyway, just in case." Rossi says looking up from the file.
"Well, you're in luck because the same detectives who worked that case are working this one." Garcia says as she puts something else on the board.
"The three victims we have so far are Daniel Summers, Sam Shiner, and Ben Locker. They were all outside bars, but Ben and Daniel were unmarried men and according to the bartenders, completely wasted. There's no learning curve." Prentiss comments.
"The newest victim, Sam Shiner was married, he may have fought harder because he had someone to live for." JJ said hoping to maybe kill the theory that was in all our minds.
"You think the Unsub's killed before." I ask as she nods.
"Hey, the latest victim is missing a hand." Reid says confused.
"You think he takes trophies?" Rossi asked.
"I don't know yet." Reid amends looking over the crime photos.
"Tell Portland PD we'll be there in a few hours. Is Sean Renard still running the precinct there?" I ask Garcia as she packs up.
"Yes sir, one more thing, the governor may want this but from what I can tell, the cops do not. So be prepared to hit a blue shield of resistance." Garcia says walking back to her computers.
ONTHEPLANEONTHEPLANEONTHEPLANONTHEPLANE
"So, you know the ringleader in Portland?" Prentiss asked.
I nod, we had worked together on a few cases, but I never could pick up a good reading on him.
"Sean Renard's part of an old family. Old family, old money, old traditions. Wonder what he's doing in Portland." Rossi adds.
"Can we talk about how fascinating this Unsubs murder tactic is?" Reid asks as he plays poker with Rossi and Prentiss.
"The things you find fascinating are sad Spence." JJ says putting down her book.
"That's what Morgan said!"
"It's true Pretty Boy." Morgan says smiling as Reid huffs.
"Full house." Reid says putting his cards down on the table. To Prentiss and Rossi's chagrin.
"I don't understand how you always win. It shouldn't be possible." Rossi says putting his cards down.
"We stopped asking ourselves that a long time ago." Morgan says as Rossi walks off to sit somewhere else.
"The house always wins Rossi." JJ says, getting a bag of Cheetos and ruffling Reid's hair as he passed.
"What's Renard like Hotch?" Prentiss asks looking at me.
"I've never been able to get a good read on him, which is scary enough by itself and he's a good manipulator. I would be worried to see what he could do as a prosecutor. Be alert when talking to him but don't actively close him out. His detectives will be loyal." I say as the plane lands.
We arrived in the precinct and it seemed to be buzzing with energy. It was these days where I missed the Seattle field office, everyone was busy moving and talking to each other, comparing cases, BANG! Then I was reminded of why I like Quantico. A criminal who was being processed jumped up and went after a cop. He was tackled before anything happened, but I was very quickly reminded about why I liked the peace of Quantico.
"Agent Hotchner." A voice says to my right. I jump only for it to be Renard. He was in a suit and a trench coat looking professional as ever. He had a faint bruise on his face that you could only see in certain lighting and a cold, steely, expression.
"Sean Renard, this is my team. SSA's Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Dr. Spencer Reid, and our media liaison Jennifer Jareau." I say introducing my team.
Renard nods and gestures for us to follow him as he leads us through the crowds of people milling around to two connected desks. There were three people, two sitting down in chairs without uniforms and one in the light blue cop's uniform I had seen around the precinct.
"I swear Burkhardt it's a wonder you get any work done with your constant trips to the ER." The man in blue says. He was Asian with short hair and a tired expression.
The man in question had a faint black eye and a cut on his face. He was white and looked slightly embarrassed by the whole affair. The man sitting next to him who one could guess was his partner smiled and shook his head looking generally amused by what was going on.
"Hurt again Burkhardt?" Renard asked raising an eyebrow.
"Just a black eye captain." Burkhardt lied convincingly. Not convincingly enough by the look on Renard's face.
"That true Griffin?" Renard asked as Burkhardt gave his partner a silent plea.
"No sir." The man now identified as Griffin said smugly to his partner's disappointment.
"Sorry man we have a deal." Griffin said looking to captain.
"What deal?" Burkhardt asked looking between them.
"The stop Nick from hiding his injuries deal." Hank said pulling up Burkhardt's sleeves to reveal burn marks on his wrists. They looked like acid burns, little indents and burn marks that looked to fresh not to be remarkably painful.
"Jesus Burkhardt, what the hell happened?" Renard asked, showing true concern for his detective. Something I had never seen from the man.
"He got into a fight with the coffee maker." Griffin says as the still unidentified male in the blue cop uniform sighs.
"That's what happened to the pot of coffee. I owe Brad 20 bucks now." They look at him funny.
"Sgt Wu, don't you have better things to do than hang around Burkhardt and Griffin's desks all day long?" Renard says in obvious dismissal.
"Yes captain, my captain." Sgt Wu says giving 20 bucks to a cop on the way over to his desk.
"These look bad, did you get them checked out?" Renard asked.
"Yeah, we sent a picture to Rosalee, she says if I ice them when I go home, they'll be fine." Burkhardt says rolling his sleeves down.
"This is the B.A.U. I guess I'll let yourselves get acquainted." Renard says as he got up and started to head for his office pausing for a second.
"And Burkhardt." He looked up to see what his captain would say.
"Stop getting injured. My officers have a betting pool and are convinced you're in a secret underground fight club." Burkhardt smiles and gives a non-convincing "Yes sir" before turning back to me.
"I'm Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. This is my team, SSA's Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, Dr. Reid, and our media liaison Jennifer Jareau." I say introducing my team while shaking his hand.
"As you probably heard from that conversation, I'm Nick Burkhardt and this is my partner Hank Griffin."
"Nice to meet you. You're the homicide detectives who worked on the case similar to this one?" I ask
He nods.
"We might need to ask about that one too. We know it's not related but they share many similar characteristics and behavior traits." Then the phone rang, and Griffin picked it up.
"Detective Griffin speaking. Yes Ma'am, we're on our way."
"The latest victim's wife has agreed to talk to us." Griffin explains
We looked at each other.
"Burkhardt, me, and Griffin will interview the wife, Prentiss and Morgan go to the ME's office, Reid and Rossi work victimology." I say as we split up.
TIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIME
"I've told you everything I can remember." Mrs. Shiner said angrily.
"I know but I'm asking you if there was anything in your husbands' behavior the night he died." I ask again.
"Your husband's hand was cut off. Does that have any meaning to you?" Griffin asked
"Gang affiliation, someone you didn't know or like him hanging out with?" Griffin pressed
"No, nothing like that! I kicked him out because he was drinking again, gambling our money away. He went to lick his wounds at a bar. When he didn't come back by the morning, I knew something was wrong, so I called the police. Next thing I know I find out he's been murdered." The woman says angrily.
Burkhardt's eyes widen for a second and so do Mrs. Shiners. They seem to be in a bid for who was going to talk first. Then Griffin stepped giving her his card and telling her if we remembered anything else to give him a call. Burkhardt fell back staying inside Mrs. Shiner's house for a minute or two after we had both left.
Nick's P.O.V
After Agent Hotchner and Hank left I go to ask Mrs. Shiner some questions of my own.
"Was your husband also a Damonfeur?" I ask as she looks me in the eye.
"Yes, why does that help you." She says. Most of her anger seemed spent and now she was just sad.
"It confirms that the guy who killed your husband is Wesen." I say getting up to leave.
"How?" She asked quietly.
"How many normal humans do you know how can take out a Damonfeur and two Hundjagers?" I question she nods.
"Have any ideas?" She asks
"Gelumcaedus, know any?" I ask.
"Damn, and not that we can think of. Good Luck." She says leading me out.
"Stay safe." I say walking out.
"You too, and watch your back, the rumors are, that there are some reapers in town who have an execution order with a Grimm's name on it." Mrs. Shiner says stiffly.
I freeze
"Thanks for the heads up." I say quietly "Don't hesitate to call my partners card If you remember anything. Wesen or not." I add on quickly. She looks at me puzzled, turning her head to the side ever so slightly.
"He knows about the whole situation." I explain.
"That must have been one hell of a conversation." She jokes.
"You have no idea." I walk back to the black van.
"What was that about?" Hotchner asked.
"Nothing." Hank gives me a tell me later look and I nod.
"Burkhardt, did you get any information out of the wife?" Agent Hotchner questioned from the front seat.
"No." I say trying to blow it off, he doesn't seem fully ready to give up questioning but accepts it for now.
We walk into the precinct as I try to make a b-line to Renard's office to talk about the reapers. Only to be stopped by the thin nerdy-looking B.A.U agent, Dr. Reid, I think.
"Hey Burkhardt, someone dropped a package off at your desk." He says pointing to the big box. I look over at Hank with a clear, 'this can't be good' look.
I quietly walk over to the desk and open the cardboard box. The metal part of a reaper scythe with a note. A note that said, "Challenge Accepted." In German lay on the box. I quickly close the box before the 3 nosey F.B.I agents standing over me can see.
"Hey, Hank Renard's in his office, right?" I ask holding the box and turning fully towards him. Hank who had never dealt with Reapers was confused.
"Umm yeah, he should be why?" Hank asked looking me in the eye.
"We have a problem, come with me." I said dragging him to the captain's office.
I walk in on him finishing up on a call and start to close the blinds.
"Captain we have a problem." I say opening the box
"Nick what did you do?" He asked rubbing his forehead with his hands.
"Me? I didn't do anything this time. I thought you did something!" I say as Hank looks confused.
"Well, I didn't do anything." Renard says putting his hands up.
"Who did what? What's going on?!" Hank asked cutting through our debate.
"Ok, Nick when was the last time you pissed off the Reapers?" Renard asked.
"Off the top of my head, Monroe got beat up by Reapers a while ago. Then I killed two of them when they came after me." I start
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You killed two Reapers? When did this happen? What did you do with them?" Renard asked giving me 'his wtf did you do?' look.
"It was a while ago; I took on two Reapers then I got Monroe to help me mail their heads back to their boss with a note." I say shrugging as Renard looks at me with disbelief shaking his head.
"What are Reapers?" Hank asks finally annoyed about being kept out of the loop.
"You know how I told you about how Grimm were kind of like arbiters of the Wesen world?" I ask him.
"Yeah, but that was a long time ago." Hank says confused.
"Well Reapers were kind of like made to keep Grimm in check you know? But as the Grimm's status changed so did Reapers. Now they kind of have their own thing going on and have a bad habit of killing Grimms and people who mess with the status quo." I say.
"So, I'm assuming you and the Captain are most likely on their hit list." Hank noticed.
"Yeah, and the little stunt they pulled with the box makes me think they're ready for a full out assault." Renard said worried.
"I don't like the idea of that. The last time Reapers or the Royals or whatever decide to mess with Portland you ended up becoming a zombie and crashing a plane while being flown out of the country. And the time before that you got beaten up in that coin debacle." Hank rambles pointing to me and Renard.
"He's right this'll be bad no matter how it goes down." Renard agrees frowning.
"I want more you two to be alert. You never know when they're going to strike." Renard says looking at us.
"You want to come over to my house tonight?" I ask Hank. He nods.
"I have the coffee if you have the alcohol. We can cohere Monroe and Rosalee to bring food." I say looking at Renard.
"You want to come?" I ask hesitantly, it wouldn't hurt to have someone who knew the politics.
"What is it?" Renard asked confused.
"Well me and one maybe two other people can hang out at the trailer. But it's loud, doesn't have A.C or plumbing, and as Monroe has so graciously pointed out multiple times no coffee machine. So, when dangerous situations popup we've found there is safety in numbers." I explain.
"So, you meet up at one person's house to fill everyone in and come up with a game plan? And trailer?" Renard asked.
"Pretty much, and who mentioned a trailer?" I ask faking ignorance.
"I don't know Nick I sure didn't." Hank says backing me up.
"All right, all right I get it. Don't ask about the trailer, anyways, of course, I'll go. That amount of concentrated bad luck might actually work against the point of power in numbers. You need me to balance it out." He says in the most deadpan voice I've heard him use in a long time.
"Yeah because you're just the luckiest man alive." Hank snarks.
"Whose precinct do you work at again, detective? Besides at least I'm not as unlucky as Nickolas Burkhardt. Speaking of which what happened to your arms?" Renard asks before turning towards me.
"It's a long story involving acid spitting and clumsiness." I say giving a pointed look at Hank.
"How'd you know we were lying?"
"Let's just say I'm more observant then people give me credit for."
"Go out and solves this case so we can send the feds away and focus on this Reaper thing." Renard demands, dismissing us.
"Yes, Captain." We say walking out of his office.
"So how much you want to bet they're connected?" Hank asks walking back to our desks.
"So, what was that about?" The Doctor asked as soon as we walked out.
"Nothing." I say trying to brush him off.
"Well what was in the box?" Agent Rossi questioned before walking over.
"Nothing pertaining to the case." Hank says backing me up.
"Why don't you let us be the judges of that?" Agent Rossi says getting up in my face.
"I'm sure it's fine." Agent Hotchner says separating us.
"Dave, a word." He calls to his agent.
Hotchner's P.O.V
"What was that?" I ask confused.
"They're hiding things from us Aaron. How are we supposed to help them if they keep hiding things? Don't tell me you haven't felt it too? I have a bad feeling about how this case is going to end." He exclaims.
Burkhardt's cell phone rang behind us.
"Burkhardt, Monroe? Wait what's going on? I'll be there in a minute."
"Burkhardt what's going on?" I ask as he and Hank start to run out of the Precinct.
"It's a long story." Burkhardt tries to go around me, but Rossi blocks him.
"Look you're welcome to ride along but we need to go now." Griffin says annoyed.
"Rossi go, I'll stay with Reid and work on victimology." Rossi nods and we go our own ways.
Rossi's P.O.V
"So, what has you so freaked out?" I ask the two detectives.
"A friend just called and said something was wrong. He can handle himself and doesn't call unless it's a big deal." Burkhardt said turning on police sirens.
We sit in silence for the remainder of the car ride. There is a fair amount of police action when we get to the house and there's a man sitting on the front steps. We get out of the car and the man goes up to greet the detectives.
"Hey Nick, Hank."
"Hey Monroe. What happened?" Burkhardt asked looking around.
"Hand in a box holding a watch. I don't like this Nick I don't like this at all." The now named Monroe said looking at me.
"Who is this?" He asks gesturing towards me.
"SSA David Rossi, FBI." I say showing him my badge.
"You guys are working with the feds!" Monroe accuses.
"Don't worry about them. We should worry about keeping you and Rosalee safe." Griffin says sending a look towards me.
"You two can stay at my house. We have a perfectly good guest bedroom and we were planning a meetup anyways." Burkhardt says smiling.
"That works. Let me guess the." Monroe makes a cutting sign with his hand to his throat before pointing at Nick. "Are back"
They looked at him for a second and then looked back at each other before looking back at Monroe.
"Yeah something like that." Nick says shaking his head.
"Call Rosalee and tell her about the plan?" Nick asks as we start to leave.
"Yeah no problem." Monroe says as we walk away.
"I bet on all the unfiled overtime reports Wu has to fill out that the hand belongs to Shiner." Hank says as we get in the car.
"I agree but we better get it to the ME's office for testing." Burkhardt says shrugging.
"Hey Prentiss, Morgan stay at the ME's office we have something going over to you." I say before clicking off the phone and looking at the two detectives.
"So now can I know what was in the box detectives?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
Before they could respond Burkhardt's phone rang.
"Detective Burkhardt, Oh Juliet! What's going on I'm on a case." Burkhardt's face gets more serious.
"I'm on my way." Burkhardt says hanging up and looking over at his partner.
"What was Juliet calling about?" Griffin asked getting in the car.
"There was a strange package delivered to our house." Burkhardt said annoyed
"There's a Mrs. Burkhardt?" I ask getting into the van.
"No, she's my roommate. After all the craziness that's happened in the past few years, she's gotten a little paranoid." He explains turning on the sirens.
"Also, can you stop it with the Burkhardt and Griffin thing. Nick and Hank are fine if we're going to work together." Hank says annoyed.
We pull up at a house a few minutes later to a concerned longhaired redhead.
"I opened it. And the Nick I swear I checked with Renard it is not real. When looking at it you got to remember that it's fake." Juliet said pointedly.
"Ok?" Nick said questioningly.
The box opened to find a hat. It was somewhat large and had an immediate chilling effect on the atmosphere. Hank looked surprised and shocked while Nick looked like he was trying to shake a memory off, he got real pale and his breathing got shallow and short. I was worried he might pass out if he didn't snap out of wherever he was moments later.
"It may be fake but it's still kind of a big deal they know about this. You think the you know who's are in line with the." Nick paused and looked around before making the same had motion Monroe made.
"Oh no we are not making that a thing." Hank said looking at his partner.
"Before this argument breaks out, I'm going to give this hat to the kind sir behind you before I give in to the temptation to just burn it." Juliette says making a shooing motion with her hands and smiling in a "get the hell out" kind of way.
"That women's cold and we should probably listen to her instructions." I say as we leave.
*************************Time skip*****************************
"Your ME is scary, and she got this weird twitchy look in her eye when we mentioned you two."
Hank looked amused but Nick looked almost sorry.
"We get all the weird cases. I thought she might retire after the zombie drug thing. I sure would have." Hank stated now looking a little apologetic.
"Zombie drug?" Prentiss asked.
"We had a case where victims were being dosed with something that made them appear dead before turning them into reasonless rage machines that tried to kill whoever was closest. There was mass infection before we found a cure, then they didn't remember anything. It was terrible, people would walk out of morgues or wake up on the table then attack whoever was closest." Hank explained
"That sounds awful." Prentiss says with more emotion then she normally shows proving just how shaken the idea of that made her.
"Hey Rossi, we have functioning victimology." Reid said buzzing with energy.
"You're ready to give the profile?" I ask surprised as he nods.
"Gather everyone up and call the captain."
TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP
"We believe this is a man targeting heavy drinkers." Hotch starts
"This man is on the bigger side and very strong. He's probably using a large cutting device to kill his victims." Morgan picked up.
"The fact that he has been caught yet makes us believe he works a job that makes him blend in. Something like a construction worker or garbage man." I say
"This man is to be considered extremely dangerous. Don't approach a suspect without backup as he will not hesitate to defend himself. Thank you." Prentiss says finishing.
"Hey, we have a call saying that they're the killer." Nick says to Hank quietly.
"Well let's go check it out." They got up to leave before Hotch stopped them.
"You're going to interview a suspect without backup?" They both looked at Hotch confused before pointing to the other.
"It's probably just a prank. If we're not back in three hours come find us." Nick says flippantly.
"Or we could all just come with you." I suggest.
"I mean that is kind of why we're here." Prentiss cosigns.
Nick sighs. "Fine, but I'm getting the captain."
TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP
We break down the door of a dark deserted warehouse and nothing. We walk in and start to look around. Not even 5 minutes later there's sounds of distress and Hotch has a giant metal weapon held to his throat.
"Drop the weapons." The B.A.U complied almost immediately. With four men coming out of the shadows we know when we're outgunned.
"You think you can make the shot Nick?" Hank asked his partner.
"I don't think so."
"Well then I damn sure can't." And with that Hank's weapon was on the floor.
"Captain?" Nick asks turning to Renard.
He shakes his head as they drop their guns at almost the same time.
"We just want the Grimm, the Royal, and the partner. The rest of you can leave." The man says.
"Unless you all want to die?"
"Who are—who are you talking about?" Reid stutters.
"If you don't know then you aren't needed."
"We'd leave but I took an oath. Never leave a man behind." I state staring him in the eye.
"You people and your oaths. Your loyalty. It's half the reason you're in this mess."
"Leave." A voice says from behind me.
"Burkhardt. No…. you're one of the ones he wants I'm guessing." I ask quietly.
"Times ticking."
"I have a better idea. Since Jack got us in trouble with his gambling. Why don't we use them?" One of the men said.
"In the ring? Yeah, the Royal and the Grimm must be great fighters. The others must not be half bad? Give them the weapons, put them in the ring? Kill two birds with one stone?"
The man looked to be considering his answer before he smiles.
"Take them."
TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP
"To explain this simply you nine just need to survive some… fights. You survive? You get to go home. Well the Grimm will be leaving without a head and it'll depend on our new orders how the Royal is leaves but most likely none of you will make it out."
The door slams shut, and we're stuck in a large room with a metal door.
"Ok someone needs to be honest with me. Who's the Grimm and who's the Royal." Hotch asks.
Nick and Renard raise their hands.
"Burkhardt's the Grimm and Renard's the Royal." I guess. They nod.
"I told you to call me Nick. We just got kidnapped. No one should be worried about formalities."
"Hotch, depending on how skilled these fighters are. I don't—I don't know if some of us will win." JJ breaks trying to stay strong.
"Then we don't. Fight that is. Does anyone know where we are?" Hank asks surprising everyone.
"Nick? Do you think you can figure out if we're close to people?" Renard asked his detective.
"No. How am I supposed to do that?" He asks annoyed
Hank and Renard look at him funny.
"Your hearing?" Hank says as if that was supposed explain something. Apparently, it did mean something to the three of them because Nick looked embarrassed and closed his eyes. We sit quietly waiting for an explanation.
"Foot traffic, and cars. We're far enough away from people that they managed to get us out of the car without anyone saying anything but not far enough that we couldn't run and find someone." Nick explains
"Nick how loud and distracting do you think you have to be to get them in here?" Hank asked.
"I—I don't know. I think I know where you're going but why would they care?"
"Maybe we're close enough to people that we have to be quiet. Besides some of us need to win to pay off whatever debt. Wouldn't be good if let's say Renard tries to attack Nick in a verbal fight gone out of hand."
"There two best chances to win." JJ finishes.
We all look at her.
"What? I was paying attention." JJ says defending herself
"It couldn't hurt."
"Ok."
"So, before we start, I might have to push some buttons and say things we don't mean. No hurt feelings?" Renard asks.
"Manipulative bastard?" Nick asks giving Renard a hand up.
"Good for nothing Grimm?" Renard asks accepting it.
"How hard do I get to hit him?" Nick jokes.
"Try anything harder than a slap and I'll have you cleaning the coffee machine, filling out all of Wu's overtime reports and giving you babysit the intern duty. For an entire month." Renard threatens.
Hank rammed into the door with a loud bang.
"THAT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING THE LAST TIME YOU DID IT YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING GRIMM!" Renard yells.
"Well, maybe I wouldn't have to slam myself against the door if you did anything to get us out of this!" Nick yells
"How many times does someone have to remind you the door's locked?!" Renard screams back.
"Can't you unlock it!? I thought that was something you could do. Or are you really that useless?!" Nick jabs.
"At least I can shoot straight! You couldn't make the shot that would have gotten us out of this in the first place!"
"You told me to put it down!"
"I thought I taught you how to shoot better!"
"I've read books more helpful than you!"
"I'm sorry who saved your ass last time you were kidnapped!?"
"You were the reason I was kidnapped in the first place!"
"So, I guess we're even then?! This is why you all die so quickly. Not enough listening and too much running off to go play hero."
"At least I don't stay stuck up in my office all day!"
"I'm half the reason you're not dead already."
"I don't need you to protect me!"
"Then learn to do it yourself!"
Yeah, they weren't going to be able to talk at full volume for a while after that screaming match. Though, at the very least, we got the response we wanted.
"Keep it down in there!"
More yelling.
Keys unlocking door and…
BAM!
Someone's going to be sleeping for a while.
"Sorry about that captain." Nick says apologizing as we all step over the knockout guard.
"No problem."
"Is my shooting really that bad?" Nick asked.
"Are you kidding. You're one of the best shots we have. You could hit a target with your eyes closed. Probably better considering how much stuff gets in your eyes." Renard says snorting at the end
"I don't get that much stuff in my eyes." Nick defends as Hank gives him what at this point must be his patented are you kidding me look.
"You almost went blind." Hank says slowly, as if talking to a child.
"Once."
"…Is still more than most people." Hank says giving my team the see what I have to deal with look.
"That sounds like someone we know." Prentiss teases as JJ ruffles Reid's hair.
"We still have to get out of…" Nick trails off.
"What is it?"
"Three Reapers right behind us. Think we can take them?" Nick asked. The question seemed to be layered. Like we were only supposed to understand one piece of the question.
Renard gave a look that seemed to mean something we didn't know*. The laugh given as a response seemed to confirm that.
"Let's do this."
The two detectives and police captain went at the now named reapers.
Nick went at the first one getting up close to stop the man from using his weapon which he needed room to use. Quickly punching him in the face before he had any chance to recover. The reaper quickly got his footing, dropping his weapon and going old school. This proved to be a very bad decision very quickly as Nick delivered so heavy hit to the reaper's ribs before another punch to the face finished him off.
The one Renard was taking down didn't fare any better than Nick's, though their methods were different. While Nick left bruising blunt hits. Renard's jabs and scratches drew blood, literally. Hank went over to the distracted fighter and hit him over the head with a brick. Not killing him, but leaving him in a state of unconsciousness that probably wouldn't end for a long while.
Nick was picked up by a man who dwarfed everyone there, he kicked and clawed but couldn't do much as the man cut off his air supply "Gelumcaedus." Nick choked out (no pun intended)
"Grimm?" The man questioned agreeing with whatever Nick had meant.
Then Nick went blue, he somehow in a bout of pre-pass-out strength managed to get out of the hold by throwing his head back hard enough to break the man's nose and kicking the man's knee out. After being dropped presumably to hold his nose. Nick rolled away as a better color came over his face.
"Yeah."
Nick elbowed him in the face with seemed to just injure his elbow. So, he grabbed a scythe laying on the floor and pointed it at him.
"Do you even know how to use that?" The downed man crowed.
"He does actually." Renard says smiling grimly.
"Royal scum."
"Shut up man." Hank suggests as a swat team comes through the door lead by the man who had been messing with the detectives early that day. Sargent Wu.
"Thank god!" Nick groaned
"Lets never do that again." Hank said supporting his friend both in thought and physically.
"I will gladly take this time to be deified. Do I get a shrine in the office?" Wu asks as men are arrested.
"Yeah, it can say, Sargent Wu, patron saint of overtime reports, how many of those do you still have to fill out by the way?" Hank asked.
"We don't talk about the overtime reports."
"Let's just get back to the precinct" Renard interrupts.
"Lets."
TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME
"So, what were they talking about when they called you a Grimm and Renard a royal?" Reid asks as we finish up in the precinct.
"Well—Nick!" Nick starts but is immediately shut up by Hank.
"It a family thing, Renard comes from an old family and I come from a weird one."
Hank looks shocked possibly at the sheer stupidity of the excuse.
"By your partner's face, I'm sure there's more to it." Hotch comment.
"I know how those old families operate. I don't want to know?" I interrupt.
"You really, really, don't."
"I can work with that."
"So, we can assume that the three victims were involved in a fighting ring and got in over their heads, right?"
"Sounds right."
"Yeah."
"Let's not do this again any time soon."
"Sure"
Coming together is a beginning, staying together is progress, and working together is success.-Henry Ford
*Renard woged.