I'm really glad you all like my story so far! You asked many times for Chapter Six and here it is! Please review after you read. I really wanna hear feedback and what you guys thought. #Team Monroe

Chapter 6

She sighed in his doorway once again. This night, it was darker as she wrapped a blanket around herself. She pressed lightly on the door, light from the hallway inching in, slightly touching his bed.

She dragged her toes into the room, silently breathing as she stood over him. This was another one of those nights when the rain had poured in and made her hands shake. It was too much for her to handle alone. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the clock read 4:32

Elisa jumped slightly as she heard, "I'm not getting up again. This is the third night in a row."

She looked down sadly, her mind still wandering with nightmares. She sighed.

"Then I guess I'll just have to stay here." She pulled the covers up as his expression turned surprised.

Eddie's eyes met hers, just as he was about to yell at her to get out. Her gray ones felt calming and safe, but to her, his felt warm, yet exciting. She slowly brought a straggly hand up to his face, rubbing a thumb down his jaw line. Monroe lay on his side, his breath shaking and eyes looking towards her lips. Elisa hand shook and Monroe saw her eyes go to her own hand as it outlined his stubble. He pulled his hand up, taking hers in his. Lightly, but fearfully, he kissed the top of her palm.

Slowly, she closed her eyes as she listened to the pitter-patter of the rain on the house's roof. A light, but still very dark blue had made its way through the windows. Monroe's eyes were still open as he watched Elisa's chest rise and fall with every small breath she took.

"Match…" He spoke quietly. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of her nickname.

"Monroe?" Monroe's heart beat sped up as the r in his name rolled off Elisa's lips.

Monroe's hand moved up to the side of her face, dragging his callus-ridden fingers over her soft, white skin. He pulled back, scared that he might have upset her when her pupils turned to slits and the gray in her eyes went yellow.

Elisa grabbed his hand, putting it back on her face. Then, she ran her free hand through his black hair. She pulled herself closer, bumping noses with him slightly. They both breathed in, trying to catch their breath. Monroe looked into her now-gray eyes, then leaned in closer.

"Eddie! Wake up!"'

Monroe bolted up. His eyes open and mind turned on to a crowded, bustling Portland Police Station. Nick was standing over him, case file in hand. Monroe blinked, realizing he'd been dreaming.

He ran a hand over his face, trying not to lose control. He was so close to standing up and ripping a cop's head off. He was in the ball park of running outside, through the woods, and all over town to search of Elisa.

"What is it? You woke me up…" Monroe huffed, standing up.

Nick's eyes went down towards his feet. He slowly opened up the case file and motioned towards his desk. Monroe followed impatiently.

Monroe stood over him as Nick sat down, too workup and anxious to sit. "Well? Got anything?"

Nick shook his head. "Nothing. No one in the neighborhood saw anything. No suspicious activity. Nothing." Nick pounded on the desk.

Monroe ran a hand through his hair, pacing in a circle. "Not even fingerprints? I cut him, I know it! No blood drops?"

Nick stood up. "Nothing. We checked everywhere. Bulletins out all over the city."

Nick had been a bit more calm than Monroe, knowing this is how the system worked, weather they liked it or not. He was praying that Elisa was as strong as he remembered. Juliet had told him that Elisa was one of the smartest girl she'd ever known. She'd make it. Nick had so much faith in her, it hurt. But right now, he just needed to have faith in himself, the system, and Monroe.

As Monroe paced, his eyes darting around the room and two hands now through his hair, Nick's eyes caught something. Nick put a hand on Eddie's shoulder and spun him around. A small piece of cloth in Monroe's shirt pocket popped out. Nick fished the piece of cloth out of his pocket, holding it up.

"Can you catch a scent?" A small, anxious smile forms upon Nick and Eddie's faces. Monroe grabbed the cloth from Nick and dragged it under his nose. Nick looked over his shoulder, making sure no one caught sight of the unusual scene.

Eddie closed his eyes and focused. "Schmutz von roten." He said confidently while opening his eyes.

Nick shook his head. "What?"

Monroe held up the cloth, a smile etched out on his lips. "It's a type of dirt that Hombriden use for breeding, cooking, etc. It's only available in certain areas." He breathed in the cloth one more time.

"And I know just where to look."

Darkness fell upon the small, depressing room. He turned ever so slightly, so all the only image she caught from him was his scaly skin. She watched as he held up the sharpest knife she had ever seen.

She was shaking as she weakly breathed in and out, her own oxygen appearing in the air from the nearly-frozen room.

"Please. You don't need to do this." She whispered her voice so weak that she could break it.

His dark chuckle made the room seem smaller, as though it had been signaled to shrink by his laughter.

He turned, his green eyes flickering. "I do need to do this. You Grimms have destroyed my family for the last time."

He slowly walked closer to her as she struggled to break free of the chains that held her hands down. He held up a bright, golden key, the symbol of hope to her at this point.

She pulled on the chains hard, feeling as though she would pull her arm out of its socket at any point.

He released one of her hands. She threw it at his face, though he caught it right before it hit his face.

"Now, now dearie." He spat in her face like she was a small student.

He held out her arm so her palm was facing up. She tried to recoil, but he held up the knife, making her shake harder.

Tears began to form in her eyes. "Please." She cried.

He smirked, pressing the knife on the inside of her wrist. Blood fell slowly as he ran the cut all the way up to the inside of her elbow. She screamed, her cry piercing the cold, unforgiving air.

He tried to calm her, but it was too late for that. He threw the knife onto the floor as he ran a finger all the way down the cut. She screamed as it burned her veins.

The scream was unsettling, but he felt calmer as he licked his finger, her blood so satisfying.