Monroe had expected that to be the last of the Grimm.

Maria had been doing a bit better, not asking her signature question as much. Though, not a lot had changed. He'd expected her to be a bit angry, at the least upset. But, she was just quieter. Nothing really hostile. She talked when she was talked to, and she never said anything with spite in her voice. Nor had she really talked that much beforehand. She just seemed, distant and neutral. He hadn't grounded her actually, she hadn't left the house in the past month anyway for anything but school and didn't have any friends. She mostly just watched television and read books, or listened to music on occasion. He heard her singing once or twice and, when complemented on it at dinner, she had gotten really quiet mumbling an awkward 'thank you'. He never heard her sing again after that. He tried a few times to ask about school, or get her talking a little bit, but she just took what he said and quickly thought of a response that would end the conversation without trying to be rude. He didn't think of it as being rude, not at all, he just wanted her to react to the things that happened around her rather than just absorbing them and dodging them as she needed.

Though, what had made it all the worse was how that Grimm just showed up out of the blue. If I ever see that Grimm again, he said to himself, I… I'm gonna… probably do nothing. Monroe let out a frustrated sigh as a knock came on the door and he got up to answer it. Half way to the door, he could smell who it was. Part of him wanted to tell him to go, the other part wanted to pretend he wasn't home. But, instead, he opened up the door to see Nick standing there with a bear claw.

"Look, hear me out before you tell me to go away!" he said frantically, "I'm in another missing person case, and I just need to know what this thing is. I know that today is Thursday and it's one, so she won't be home until like two hours! Just, please, help."

Monroe could never say no to anyone, especially when someone's life was in danger if he did. So, he simply opened up the door and motioned for the Grimm to come in as he thought about where he'd seen that claw before. As the door closed and he could vaguely hear about four rounds of 'Thank you' from Nick, it came to him.

"That's a Jägerbär relic! It's used during the Roh-Hatz to disembowel their victims! Where did you even get it?!" Monroe said probably way to over excited, as he realized what Nick had in his hands.

"Wait, what's a Roh-Hatz?" Nick asked.

Monroe calmed himself down, and stood up just a bit straighter as he answered, "It's a Jägerbär coming of age ceremony. You know, boyhood to manhood? It's a big hunt they do when they turn eighteen. I didn't know anyone did it anymore. I guess some of the more traditional ones might."

"Thanks, that's a big help. And I owe you big ti-" Nick was cut off as his cell phone rang in his pocket.

Monroe excused him with a nod as he continued to work on his clock.

"Burkhardt," he answered.

Monroe couldn't hear the conversation, but the Grimm was very stressed when he had finally hung up.

"Who was that? What's wrong?" Monroe asked, pure curiosity getting to him. And he would soon wish that it hadn't.

Monroe couldn't believe this. How had the Grimm talked him into this again? It made no sense. He owed nothing to Nick. In fact, he owed Monroe. He was sidetracked for a moment, until he noticed some men making their way to the room. Then, he had to leave after them. This would be remembered by Monroe as his biggest mistake.

Maria walked over to the hospital receptionist. She didn't know why her uncle was there, but he was. And had called the school to go to the hospital was school was out.

"Hello," the receptionist, Grace, said, "How may I help you?"

"Hi," Maria said awkwardly, "Is there a Monroe here?"

Grace smiled before clacking into her computer "Uh, no," she said before looking at the sign in sheet on a clipboard in front of her. "But a Monroe did visit a room just a few hours ago."

"Yes, could I have that room number?"

"Friend or family is all I need," Grace replied smiling.

"I'm his niece," Maria said.

Marie couldn't believe it. The Blutbad had actually left to protect her. Though, what surprised her the most was the girl coming into the room. Her hair grew, much like a Blutbad, but her green eyes turned gold. When the girl morphed back, her face wasn't scared as Marie had expected it to be. Her face was full of curiosity and joy.

"Who are you?" Marie asked, tilting her head as best she could.

"Maria," the girl said simply. "How do you know my uncle?"

"I believe that my nephew will have to answer that. Do you know Nick?" Marie asked, wondering if this girl was somehow related to her and how.

"I met him a few days ago," the girl said, knocking out that possibility quickly and mercifully.

"Yes, and what are you?" she asked, getting to the point.

"Well, I'm half Blutbad. And half whatever you are."

"You don't know?" Marie asked, tilting her head once more.

"No, no one ever told me," Maria said sadly, looking down.

Marie smiled. She'd always had a soft spot for children, even the Wesen. She beckoned the girl with her hand and motioned for her to sit in the seat next to her.

"I'm sorry, what's your name again? I'm always forgetting these things," Marie said on she'd sat down.

"Maria," she said once more.

"Well, my name is Marie. So, it looks like that isn't the only thing we have in common. You know, your eyes look familiar to me. My brother had a pair just like em'!" she said with a laugh at the memory. "He wasn't one of us you know, but he did carry it. Though, his daughter never got it." She paused, looking at the girl who was watching her with peaked interest. "Would you like me to stop teasing you and tell you what we are?"

"Y-yes," Maria stuttered with excitement as she managed to contain herself.

"I don't want you to be scared now," Marie said, holding the girl's hands in her own. Maria nodded, her eyes wide with excitement in them. "Come here."

Monroe skidded through the halls as he swiftly walked, barely stopping himself from breaking into a full sprint. His shirt was splattered with blood, yet covered by his coat. He'd ripped a man's arm off. A man's arm was now lying on the ground, separate from his body. He'd lost control, and pulled a man's arm off. He thought that this was the worst that it could possibly get, and then he saw Maria. She was sitting in a chair, talking to Marie. Her eyes were wide, her jaw dropped slightly. The portrait of shock. Monroe wanted to say something. Anything. To Marie or Maria he didn't know, but there was no time to do so.

"Maria…" he said into the room, catching both Maria's and Marie's attention. Maria's eyes were hurt, sad, confused, and shocked. His face was sympathetic, but he still said "I am so sorry. But we have to go. I'll tell you anything you want on the way, I promise! But we have to leave."

She looked like she was going to say something, but simply shook her head before looking down and releasing Marie's hand. Looking only at Marie and the floor as she did so, she walked past her uncle and stayed far in front of her uncle's brisk pace.

Monroe was thoroughly surprised at Maria's reaction to the news, mostly because there wasn't one. He'd expected a question or two, maybe for her to be angry with him. But, she didn't appear as such. Her expression was stoic as she sat pokerfaced and upright in her seat without any clue as to how she felt about the news. He wanted to say something, anything. Yet, he couldn't find the words. So, when they pulled into the driveway of his house and she went to open the door, he made an attempt.

"Maria, please. Wait," he said, causing her hand to retract from the handle and to turn to him. "What do you have to say? How do you feel about knowing this?"

That broke every beerier. Everything she had bottled up inside broke at those two questions. "What do you want me to say?" she asked, tearing up. "That I'm sorry I asked? That I wish I could forget? That I liked being in the dark? Because I didn't! I'm glad I know! Though, you know what I am sorry for? What I do wish I forget? I wish that I wasn't raised to believe that Grimms, my own dad, were cold blooded killers and that was all their ever good for. I hated myself! You realize that, right? I grew up believing that people like my dad and I would always be horrible, indecent, barbaric, brutal murders! And all that anyone did was encourage it! Do you know what it was like growing up and having to ask my dad why he was so sad when I told him about how I had a nightmare about the Grimm coming to get me? And then, I crawled into bed up next to one! Never even knowing! I grew up, hating and fearing my dad and myself. Because no one wanted to tell me exactly what I am. And now that I know, I think I'm better off for it." Maria then proceeded to open the car door and close it, before going into the house.

Monroe was dumbstruck. She hadn't yelled. The doors were both closed carefully. All of the power that those words carried had come from the raw expression he saw coming from his usually emotionless niece, showing just how much she really was affected internally by this. She, again, didn't seem mad at him really. Just, confused. And so, he decided that maybe calling in on one of those favors the Grimm owed him was in order.