Life has been kicking my ass the past few weeks. It has been hard to focus on anything, let alone try to concentrate on a story. So to make sure no one thinks I've abandoned my writing, here are some scenes I wrote but could not figure out where in the story to insert them.

"Hello? Adalind?"

"Yes?" The hexenbiest was surprised to hear a voice that was not Nick's, calling from Nick's phone. "What's going on?"

"This is sergeant Andrew Wu, I have to use Nick's phone because we needed to keep it from him. He's alright, but he got hit with some kind of weird drug."

Just then, a loud shout was heard that obviously came from Nick.

"You should see the mother of my child. She's the most beautiful woman in the world. Wu?! What are you doing with my phone? I want to show everyone how pretty Adalind is."

Adalind then heard Hank say. "Buddy, the Wu is calling Adalind because we need her to come and take you home."

Wu started to speak again. "Yeah, as you can hear, Nick shouldn't be around people right now. So could you come get him?"

Adalind promised she was on her way.

When she arrived at the precinct, she was immediately greeted by a very friendly grimm. Nick wrapped his arms tight around her and peppered kisses all over her face. Then he looked at all those standing in the bullpen and said, "See? I told you she was beautiful."

Hank walked up and explained. "Nick and I were chasing a couple of suspects. Nick tackled one who threw some sort of chemical in his face. I didn't see it, and Nick hasn't said if the guy was wesen or not. But the captain said it looked like a wesen attack. We had him checked by a doctor who said since he wasn't in pain, he was probably just high. Though you might want to get a second opinion on that."

Adalind understood. Since she was a hexenbiest and an expert on poisons, toxins and wesen abilities, she would most likely know what they were dealing with if it were wesen related.

She decided that the best thing to do was take him to Rosalee's spice shop.

However, Nick suggested that they go to the trailer instead.

He was so adamant about it that Adalind didn't think to question his motives.

Once inside, Adalind found herself pinned to the wall, Nick's body pressed against hers and his mouth on her neck.

"Nick, we have to figure out what drugged you." Adalind moaned, only half protesting.

She wanted to be sure Nick wasn't in any danger, but she also couldn't resist his touch.

Nick helped Adalind make up her mind about what to do when he said. "I have had fantasies about this since the millifer case. Dirty things with you and me tearing each other's clothes off and just ravaging one another. Of me pounding into your hot little pussy until you pass out. Then doing it all over again after you woke up."

Nick looked into Adalind's eyes and admitted, "You have always been my guilty pleasure. I knew it was wrong to dream of you when I was with someone, but I couldn't help myself."

He moved his hand down her body, slipped it between her legs and pushed the fabric of her leggings into her moist heat as he whispered in her ear, "Now that I no longer have to feel guilty about being with you, let me show you how much pleasure I can give you."

Adalind decided to just blame hormones for giving into Nick's intoxicating words, wrapping her arms around his neck and in a kiss that could easily set the world ablaze.

"You were my guilty pleasure too." She admitted with a gasp as he shoved his hands under her shirt and returned to kissing her neck. "I thought of you taking me in your arms, promising to never let me go and finding a secluded cabin where we could be as loud and savage with one another as we wanted without alarming the neighbors."

Nick pulled away to raise his eyebrow at her and said, "Remind me to move this trailer to a more secluded location."

Adalind giggled and asked flirtatiously, "Oh? Any particular reason?"

Nick growled playfully and returned to kissing her passionately and moving his hands heavily all over her body.

Adalind walked into the precinct. She spotted a woman talking to Nick, obviously flirting with him.

To Nick's credit, he wasn't flirting back, instead, he was paying attention to the paper in his hand, brows furrowed like he was confused about what he was reading.

Adalind walked up to him, cupped his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

Nick's arms wrapped around her and held her close as he deepened the kiss.

They pulled away before it became inappropriate, but still kept their bodies pressed against each other.

Adalind looked at the woman, who at that point had a shocked expression on her face, and said, "Hi, I'm Adalind, Nick's girlfriend."

"US Marshal Helen Berken." The woman replied.

"The marshal is here looking for a guy who's wanted in several states." Nick explained.

He looked back and forth between the two women and was confused by what he saw. His instincts were telling him that these women were behaving as if they were rivals. But that didn't make sense because Nick was clearly in a relationship with Adalind.

And yet, each woman was wearing a fake smile and looking at each other as if the other was intruding.

Nick had read Helen Berken the moment she had entered the bullpen. She practically reeked of desperation. She was a woman who believed she needed a man to be happy, but everytime she was in a relationship, she was far too controlling. She was not above using her power in law enforcement to get what she wanted. Had even used government resources to track down men she was interested in. Yes, she had made it obvious she was interested in him, but he had shown her nothing but indifference, to let her no he had zero interest in her.

Nick suspected that the information she had given him on the man she was looking for was fabricated and she was really in pursuit of a man who had jilted her.

So Nick made sure to show the marshal his heart was taken. By kissing Adalind passionately on the lips, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her head possessively as he did. He then asked her in a hungry voice if she would stay while he wrapped things up, because he planned to go home soon and he didn't want to wait to spend time with her.

He then told the marshal that he would look talk to his captain and have him notify her superior that she was going above and beyond what was expected of her. The marshal looked panic for a moment, grabbed the papers from his hands and left in a hurry.

"I guess that took care of itself." Nick said to Adalind and they headed home.

For the rest of the evening, Adalind did not mention once what had happened at the precinct. And behaved as she always did when she and Nick spent alone time together.

Still, the whole display of jealousy by Adalind was new to him, so he thought he should ask someone who knew about hexenbiests to see if there was anything unique to them.

The next day, Nick rapped on Renard's office door. "Do you have a minute? It's sort of a grimm thing."

Renard pointed to the chair in front of his desk.

Nick closed the door and took the seat.

"What's on your mind?" The captain asked.

"How jealous does a hexenbiest get?

"Let me put it this way, If you want someone dead, tell a hexenbiest who's in love with you that you find that person very attractive. And if you want that person to suffer, tell that hexenbiest you find that person to be much more attractive than her." Renard explained with a smirk.

Nick leaned back in his seat. "So it's normal for hexenbiests to have intense emotions?"

Renard nodded. "Most hexenbiest work at not connecting to their emotions or try to limit drama and attachments. They won't give into romantic notions. Instead, they form relationships the way most conduct business arrangements. Most hexenbiest hate the idea of becoming vulnerable to someone. Because they know they are giving that person full power over them."

"The relationship Adalind and I have feels nothing like a business arrangement." Nick said.

"It certainly doesn't look like one." Renard agreed. "She is obviously more devoted to you, then she ever was to me." The Captain gave his detective a pointed look. "And knowing you, that's the type of relationship you need."

Nick couldn't argue. For him, too passionate was just right. He loved being so important to someone, that they couldn't hide it if they tried.

"Any tips on how I can make Adalind feel more secure?" Nick asked.

"Just do the same you would do with anyone else." Renard advised.