Just a short chapter, before bed. It reached a natural stopping-place, so even though it feels like it's about 10 words long, here it is. Oh, well. :)

Hope you enjoy. :)

Oh, and I forgot to mention this earlier, but obviously, the Grimm characters are not mine (I wish)... only this conception of what they might do is mine.

Juliette stared at Nick's car as it screeched out of the driveway. She actually heard a screeching sound as he drove away. Nick never drove like that. Even in the most dire emergencies… he drove fast, but he somehow seemed to have more composure in his driving than this.

She'd never seen him like this. Ever.

Literally. She'd never seen him like that. His eyes, when she'd woged… she suddenly realized she was shaking. And sweating. I'm in shock. She seemed to be in shock a lot, lately, but this was different. This was… she didn't have words to describe it.

The previous year, Nick had told her that Monroe said that when a Wesen woged, Nick's eyes changed, to them. Nick's exact words were, "Monroe said that… my eyes are like infinite darkness? And they see themselves reflected in it… or something like that." Either Nick was understating what his eyes looked like, or Monroe understated it to Nick. ONE of them was understating things, because that description did not do Nick's eyes justice!

If she never saw Death looking at her from behind her boyfriend's eyes again, it would be too soon.

And he was so, so, angry! She could actually feel the anger radiating from him. Some of it, she could understand – she'd expected him to feel betrayed that she hadn't told him for so long – but that didn't account for how much anger she sensed, not by a long shot. She didn't understand where the rest of it was coming from… and, she suspected, neither did he. That scared her.

She was sitting on the floor. When did that happen?

Ok, pull it together. He knows now, and you're still here, and so is he. Well, he's not here, but that's probably a good thing right now, right? He has to figure things out.

I hope Henrietta will be ok. I hope Sean will be ok. God, what if he attacks his captain? That's the last thing we need.

In a weird way, in the middle of all of the panic and hurt, she felt oddly calm, now that Nick was safely out of the house. Her nerves had been so jangled ever since this whole thing started, and now, finally, it was over. He knew. There wasn't a big secret hanging between them anymore. That was good… right?

She got up off the floor, then found herself glued to the spot in the middle of the living room, wringing her hands. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? repeated in her mind, again and again.

And then, almost as though someone was speaking to her, an answer came: Rosalee.

"Rosalee!" she repeated, aloud. Of course. Rosalee. Normally the first person she would go to, except she couldn't in this case, because at the time, Monroe had been kidnapped and Rosalee had more pressing problems. And then they were on their honeymoon, and by the time it was over, Sean had already sent Juliette to see Henrietta, the specialist. But was a "specialist" really what Juliette needed? Well… yes, but not right now.

Right now, she needed a friend.

And yes, Rosalee had said, "Made Hexenbiests are even more deadly," but Rosalee had been under a lot of stress at the time, right? Hopefully? Hopefully she wouldn't… judge…

…Like Nick had. Or whatever it was that Nick had done. Was it judging? She actually wasn't sure. It almost seemed like Nick was at war with himself. Or like he hated her. Or like he just hated Hexenbiests… or all of the above? Or none of the above?

Yes, she definitely needed a friend right now.

Grabbing her phone, she quickly dialed Rosalee before she could change her mind.

"Hi, Juliette?" Rosalee answered, and Juliette sighed in relief, just hearing her voice.

"Hi, Rosalee, can I talk to you? In person? Like now? Like, right now?"

"Umm… sure, I guess. I'm at the Spice Shop. You can come over, or Monroe could take over here and…"

"I'll come over. See you in 10 minutes, ok?"

"Ok, I'll be here."

"Thanks, Rosalee. I really, really mean that…"

"Ok…" Juliette didn't hear the rest of the concerned enquiry, as she quickly hanged up and grabbed her coat, running out the door before she could lose her nerve.