Chapter 6:

They left the Geigers soon after Roddy made his revelation. Nick thought for a moment and then came to a decision. Glancing over at Monore he asked, "Hey, could you go me a favor? If it's okay with Rosaleen, can you take her home? I want to see if this information gets us anywhere."

Rosaleen leaned forward from the back seat, "I have no problem, if Mr. Monroe doesn't."

Monroe nodded, "I'm fine with it. Just please, don't call me Mr. Monroe. That's my dad. I'm just Monroe."

She smiled, "Very well. As long as you call me Rosaleen. I've never like formalities, but I've found that it's better to observe them, until told otherwise."

Monroe frowned, "Ummmm okay?" He then gave Nick a questioning look. Nick ignored it and continued driving back to the Stone House, where Monroe left his car.

As Nick drove away, Rosaleen turned to Monroe, "Can we go somewhere before you take me home? I really need sugar therapy."

Monroe asked while walking her to his car, "Sugar therapy?"

She nodded as they reached the car, "We just destroyed that boy's world. I'm use to violence on the page. Fairytales are not the sweet, gentle things that Disney makes them out to be. Even so, this really bothered me. Sugar helps. It's a girl thing, I guess."

Opening the passenger side door, he smiled, "No. it makes sense. So, any kind of sugar in particular, or just a candy bar?"

She answered, while getting in, "Doughnut?"

Leaning down he said, "Sure. I could use a doughnut. Voodoo sound good?"

She laughed, "Is there any other kind in Portland?"

The drive was uneventful as they made their way to The Voodoo Doughnut Shop. They entered the quirky restaurant just as a wedding was ending. The couple and their friends were laughing and unaware of the troubles of the city. After the day they had the scene was bittersweet.

Clearing his throat, he asked, "So, do you have a favorite?"

She smirked, "I usually go for the Cock-N-Balls doughnut. And you?"

Monroe just stared at her in shock. She shrugged, "What can I say? I like the crème filling. Bet you're a Bacon doughnut kind of guy."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he answered, "Umm actually, I'm a vegetarian. I can have a….bad reaction to meat. Wish they still had the NyQuil doughnut. Those were great."

She wrinkled her nose, "What are you talking about? Those things looked like they were attacked by Slimer."

He frowned, "Beats a doughnut shaped like a dick with 'Bite Me' written on it in pink icing. You're really not going to get that are you?"

She laughed, "No. I'm not that hungry. I'll have the Voodoo Doll doughnut. Will that appease your delicate sensibilities?"

He shook his head, "Lady, I don't care who you are. No man wants to watch a woman chomping on a dick in front of him."

Rosaleen grinned, "Fair enough. So, shall we get our doughnuts?"

They quickly ordered. Rosaleen got her Voodoo Doll and Monroe chose a Neapolitan. Finding a spot, they settled in a booth by a window. Rosaleen pulled the pretzel stake out of the doughnut and just stared at it for a moment. Suddenly, she started stabbing it repeatedly.

Monroe slowly chewed on his doughnut. After he couldn't take it anymore, he asked, "Umm are you okay? The stabbing action is kind of freaking me out here."

She looked up, "Yes. I'm just trying to get rid of some pent up hostility. Why?"

He leaned back, "Just wondering. It's not every day I see someone trying to kill bake goods. Do you do this often?"

She smiled, "Not often. Just need to vent sometimes. This seems like a safe way to do it."

He frowned, "It's disturbing."

She said, "It's the cuteness. People think I'm always happy because they just see the cute. If you think about it, I could have done something much worse than stabbing a pastry."

He nodded, "I'll give you that. Remind me never to piss you off."

Rosaleen smiled, "I think you'd have to try very hard to make me angry, Monroe. Your girlfriend must love you."

He shifted awkwardly, "I don't have a girlfriend."

She said, "Oh sorry. Boyfriend then."

Monroe frowned, "I'm not gay. Do I look gay?"

She grinned, "Have you ever seen 'Broke Back Mountain'? Have to ask."

He nodded, but didn't say anything. She nibbled on the pretzel thinking. She nodded her head signaling that she came to a decision.

While playing with the pretzel, she asked, "So…would you be interested in dinner?"

He stopped eating his doughnut, "Dinner? With you?"

She smiled, "Yes with me. You know; a date. You have been on one of those before, I assume."

He gulped, "Ummm yes. Of course I have. I was just not expecting…this."

Rosaleen grinned, "Well? Are you interested? I don't mind vegetarian, if that worries you."

He nodded, "Sure. It could be fun." He stuffed the rest of the doughnut in his mouth before he could say anything that he might regret.

Nick had called Hank, when he left Monroe and Rosaleen at the park, with the new information. They both had decided that it was a good idea to meet up at the law firm where Adalind Schade worked, and see if she could ID the first victim.

They were escorted to her office after they flashed their badges at the desk. Adalind Schade still looked as lovely as ever. Too bad she wasn't human. She was the first creature or wesen, as Monroe had recently informed him, that Nick saw when he came into his Grimm powers. He figured out that Aladind was a hexenbiest. Beautiful in human form, but not so much in their natural state. Nick didn't hold that against her. He held that she tried to kill his Aunt Marie against her.

She smiled, "Detectives. It's so nice to see you. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Hank shifted, "We hope, Miss Schade."

She said, "Call me Adalind. Anyone who saves my life is allowed to call me Adalind."

Hank nodded, "Thank you, Adalind. We need to ask you something, but it's not going to be pleasant."

She answered, "I'll help, if I can."

Hank handed her a picture of the first victim, "Do you know this women? Does she look familiar at all?"

Her face went pale as she looked at the picture. She took a deep breath, and said, "Oh my God! It's Correen. What happened?"

Hanks said, "You know her then."

She nodded, "Her name is Correen St. James. She's an…aquatints of one of my coworkers, Lisbeth Nacht."

Hank asked, "Can we speak to Miss Nacht?"

Adalind shook her head, "Lisbeth has been in Europe on business. This is going to kill her."

Hank nodded, "They were very close?"

Adalind answered, "Yes, very close. They'd hang out all the time. "

Nick interrupted, "When her death was first announced, you didn't come forward. Why?"

Adalind sighed, "I've been working long hours. I haven't seen or read the news in about three months. And before you ask, I didn't know Correen was missing. She usually only comes around to see Lisbeth. Since Lisbeth has been in Europe for about that long, it wasn't a surprise that Correen hasn't been seen around here."

Hank nodded, "Does Miss St. James have any family we could talk to?"

Adalind shook her head, "No. Correen was pretty much alone in the world, except for Lisbeth."

Hank said, "We need someone to come down to make a final ID on the body. Would you be willing to do that?"

She nodded, "Yes, of course. It's the least I can do for Correen and Lisbeth."

When Hank started leaving the room, Nick stopped him, "I'm just going to talk to Miss Schade." When Hank gave him a look, he responded, "Don't worry. I just want to clear the air. That's it. Meet you outside."

Hank sighed, "Fine. But don't do anything stupid." He nodded to Adalind and left the room.

Nick turned back to Adalind and leaned on her desk, "Okay. I'm going to ask you some questions, and it will benefit both of us, if you answer them truthfully. Got it."

When she nodded, he continued, "Now we both know what you are. What I want to know is Lisbeth Nacht is also a hexenbiest."

She answered, "You can't POSSIBLY think Lisbeth had anything to do with Correen's death."

Nick said a little louder, "That's NOT what I asked. This is a simple yes or no question. I would appreciate if you answered it. I'm going to ask again. Is Lisbeth Nacht a hexenbiest like you?"

She said in a small voice, "Yes."

Nick said, "Next question. Were Correen St. James and Lisbeth Nacht lovers? Remember I just want yes or no."

She answered, "Yes."

Nick frowned, "Did Miss St. James know?"

She shook her head, "No. Children weren't an issue. So, there really was no need to bring it up. Detective, Lisbeth would have never hurt Correen. She loved her."

Nick nodded, "I know. Thank you for your time. Miss Schade."

As Nick left the office he called Monroe. He had a theory, and he hoped he was wrong. When Monroe answered the phone, Nick said, "Hey, can I come over later? I have an idea about this case I want to bounce off of you."

Monroe sighed, "Sure. If you can tell me how I ended up with a date with a petite folklorist, who likes to stab bake goods."

Nick asked, "What? Wait a minute. You asked Rosaleen on a date?"

Monroe answered, "No. She asked me and I said yes."

Nick frowned, "Is that going to be a problem with her being human and all?"

Monroe said, "No. She doesn't smell like food if that make sense."

Nick asked, "So, she's not human?"

Monroe answered, "Oh, she's human. She just doesn't smell like food to me. It's kind of hard to explain. So, what's the idea, or do I have to wait until you get here to find out?"

Nick stopped smiling, "It's bad."

Monroe asked, "How bad could it be?"

Nick answered, "I think the killer is a Grimm."

Monroe said after a brief pause, "That's BAD."