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"Who are you?" Monroe demanded as he sped through the streets towards the hospital.

"Farley Kolt."

"And you just happened upon her being attacked by Reapers?"

"No, I was following her," Farley admitted.

Monroe glared at him, his eyes red with fury. "Why were you following my wife?"

"I've been following her for weeks."

Before Monroe could respond, Katie came to with a groan. "Uncle Farley?"

"I'm still here." Farley brushed her hair back from her face. "Your husband and I are taking you to the hospital. You'll need stitches."

"No, Eddie," she reached out for his hand. "No hospital, they'll blame you. Rosalee can do it."

"Not while you're pregnant," Monroe said. "You've lost a lot of blood. We need to make sure the twins are okay. They won't blame me and if they do, oh well." He turned to Farley. "Why is she calling you Uncle? They don't have any living relatives."

"Correction, they don't have any that they know of, but I'm not her Uncle," Farley said. "Not really. I was engaged to her Aunt for a while when she was younger. We never married, but Katie never dropped the Uncle from my name either."

"What do you mean that they know of?" Monroe growled.

Farley shrugged. "Grimm have an amazing ability to bounce back from that which could kill others. I wouldn't be surprised if they still have a relative or two still floating around. Marie did make it her life's work to keep them and herself as far away from any other Grimms as she could so they wouldn't know. I think she thought she could outrun their destiny."

Monroe eyed Kolt warily. He remembered what Marie's book said about not being able to fully trust Stienadlers. Trust your gut was what it had said. He wasn't sure what he thought about this Stienadler. He admitted to following Katie, but not to why. However, he had brought Katie home, knowing that he would be walking into a Blutbad's territory and he did honestly seem to care about Katie. He forgot about interrogating Kolt as he pulled up to the ER entrance.

"Tell them she was mugged at knife point. They were tall, one had dark hair, one blond. I'm going to deal with the bodies," Farley said. "My guess is that Nick's going to need some help." He disappeared into the darkness.

As soon as Nick saw the gruesome scene on the parking lot he called Monroe.

"Is Katie with you?" he asked before Monroe could even rattle out a greeting.

"Yes, she's fine. She needs stitches and they're going to keep her overnight for observation, but she is fine," Monroe said. "Some guy she called her Uncle helped her out."

Nick sighed. "That would probably be Farley Kolt. A Stienadler that Aunt Marie was engaged to for awhile."

"So that was true," Monroe said.

"Oh yeah. I'm pretty sure whatever he told you was true," Nick said. "Even though he has a way of making it sound like fiction, he usually tells the truth."

"Good to know. In that case, you'd better watch out. They weren't alone and he's headed back your way," Monroe said. "I got to go. I'll call when we get done."

Nick looked around him. Two more dead Reapers. Was it ever going to end? 'Probably not,' he thought.

"Got any shovels?"

Nick jumped at the sound. "Farley." He watched the older man suspiciously.

"Nicky." Farley replied. "How do you suggest we get rid of this?"

"Shovels," he said.

After they had gotten rid of the Reapers' bodies, Nick turned on Farley.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked. "What's in it for you?"

"Keeping a promise I made a long time ago. One I haven't been doing to well apparently. I missed the fact that Katie is married to a Blutbad," Farley replied. "I can only imagine Marie is rolling over in her grave."

"Monroe's my friend and one of the few people I trust in this world," Nick said. "Besides, Katie's grown. She can marry whoever she pleases."

"Well, you're certainly singing a tune lately. There was a time you were willing to spend several nights in lock up over her marrying whoever she pleased."

"Monroe doesn't use her as target practice, so there's little need for that," Nick snarled.

"Relax. I didn't mean any offense to the Blutbad. I'd have never left her with him if I didn't think she was safe," Farley replied.

"If you are here for the coins, forget it," Nick said, cutting to the chase. "You'll never find them."

Farley smiled. "Nicky, son, you still have a lot to learn about this world." He nodded before disappearing into the darkness.

A/n: Sorry this is so short and sweet. Real life is kicking my butt lately and I'm having a harder time getting into this story than usual.