A/N: Ok I know it has been ages! I'm so sorry! No beta so I'm sorry for any and all spelling and grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grimm.
OOOO
Chapter Three:
Nick stood outside the house waiting for Juliette. He was right on time, a habit he had gained ever since becoming a cop. He knew Monroe liked that about him and why they probably got on so well.
If Monroe planned for dinner to be at eight then unless work called Nick would be there at eight or even a little earlier. The same applied to Monroe. If Nick asked him to meet him for lunch at three then Monroe would be waiting at Nick's desk at three with suggestions for where they could go to eat.
Nick smiled to himself as he remembered the blutbads last suggestion. Some vegan restaurant surrounded by cherry blossoms that served, apparently the best bean sprout casserole Monroe had ever had.
Afterwards though when Monroe was driving Nick back to work he had commented to the clockmaker that he really didn't see what he was so gone on.
"What do you mean man that stuff is awesome" he had said baffled at Nick's unimpressed attitude towards the meal.
"I don't know I just think yours is way nicer but hey I guess I'm not exactly an expert when it comes to vegan cuisine" Nick had said while reading a text from Hank.
When he had looked back up at the older man he had been surprised but incredibly pleased to see the large smile spreading across his face. The next night Nick had come home to bean casserole and a whistling blutbad.
Smiling fondly at the memory he realised he must have zoned out longer then he thought when he saw Juliette was holding the door open and was motioning him to come inside.
"Are you ok you?" she asked curiously.
"Yeah sorry" replied Nick hanging his coat up.
"I made pancakes, Monroe mentioned one of the days that they're your favourite.
"Great" said Nick with forced enthusiasm.
Ever since Monroe had started to make him pancakes for breakfast no one else's tasted as good. Hank still mocked him about it when they went to diners because Nick refused to order his usual stack of pancakes with a healthy dose of syrup.
Nick defended himself by explaining that waffles were just as good.
Although he did find himself wondering on such occasions what Monroe's would taste like
Juliette looked different today. It was something about her eyes. Ever since she had lost her memories she had taken to staring at him like he was a stranger. That's probably what had hurt Nick the most in the beginning, even though he had understood it still felt terrible.
Today something was definitely off.
They sat down to eat, Nick refused to childishly spit out the flat pieces of dough masquerading as pancakes and manly swallowed every bite.
He was watching Juliette closely though. If this had been an awkward conversation with Monroe, the blutbad would be fidgeting by now. Probably getting up and out of his seat every few minutes and adorably refusing to sit still.
However Juliette just stayed calm and polite. Asking Nick about how work was going, she even mentioned the weather to which Nick responded in the same saying he thought it was much colder then there their usual October weather.
Soon it was too much. He could be patient when he wanted to be but today wasn't one of those days. He could not stop thinking and speculating about what Monroe had been annoyed about this morning and just wanted to get this over with.
"Juliette I don't mean to interrupt you" he said placing his fork and knife down on the table "but don't you think we should talk".
"Yes" she said taking her napkin from her lap and patting her lips gently before putting the piece of cloth on the table.
"I phoned you Nick because I have some news that I didn't think could wait till lunch. You see last night I started to have dreams that this morning I realised weren't dreams but memories.
I think I'm getting my memories back. Not all of them but they're coming. I phoned Renard about it the minute I woke up because along with the memories my obsession with him was waning as well.
Apparently he was able to call in a favour with some powerful person in Vienna and whatever they did must have worked. He didn't want to tell me about it but that's probably because he doesn't know about what happened between us that night I lost my memories.
In saying that I don't understand the situation fully but I'm guessing it has something to do with that weird world of yours.
It's not a cure but it is working and he said they would know the finale piece of the puzzle to return all of my memories and to completely stop the feelings between Renard and I soon. So for now I'm happy to go through with what he suggests so I can go back to the way I was" she finished smiling a little.
"Oh" said Nick a little more than shocked. He had no idea what to say.
"So…umm how much do you remember" he asked finally.
"Enough Nick. Enough to know that we weren't that happy were we?" she asked not looking at Nick.
"No" said Nick
"And enough to know that I don't want to be a part of your new life" she said quietly but sternly.
Nick felt terrible for the relief that washed through him at those words.
"Juliette I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't want you to get involved in any of this" he said trying to convey how sorry he was.
"Yes well" she said giving a tight smile "I guess it's not like you planned on being a…a Grimm"
"No..." he said slowly trying to recall what his life, what their life had been like before his aunt's death.
For some reason though the day he first accused Monroe came into his mind; then all the wesen he had so far helped instead of decapitating like his ancestors would have done, and the fact that him and Hank were closer friends than ever, they were the memories that stood out the clearest.
"I wouldn't take it back though" he said gently but sternly.
"I know" she said shrugging her shoulders "But that's your life not mine."
And that was that. They went through some small formalities, those uncomfortable ones that all couples go through at the end of relationships but it was made better when they each finally looked into each other's eyes and saw the relief in the others.
When Nick left with a promise to call back during the week to collect the rest of his stuff he heard Juliette on the phone the minute the door shut. He suspected he knew to who but he didn't care.
Smiling as he got into his car he felt better than he had in a while. Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
He still had the rest of the day off and he couldn't wait to spend it with Monroe.
A twist of anxiety sprang into his stomach at that thought. At how much he looked forward to spending time with Monroe. Pushing away those feelings for now he concentrated on getting home.
OOOO
Nick was whistling when he came in through the door. He supposed it might look a little callous what with the fact that he had just come back from a break up and all but he had to admit that he felt happy.
He came in through the sitting room and walked towards Monroe's work table to where the blutbad was staring at some pieces of machinery that if Nick didn't know any better he'd swear they looked like the same mess of cogs and wires that were there this morning before he left.
"Productive day?" Nick asked smiling down at the older man as he came to sit against the table.
"Not really no" sighed Monroe rubbing at his eyes as he took his glasses off.
"Oh, you ok you look kind of wound up" said Nick trying to make the other man roll is eyes or mock Nick for his stupid pun but he did neither of those things.
Instead he pushed away from the table and headed into the hall to grab his coat.
"No, maybe, I don't know I think I just need a drink" said Monroe as he put on his coat.
"Ok, well let me come with you" said Nick. He looked at the billions of clocks around him and noticed that it was still a little early for bars but if that's what Monroe needed right now Nick wasn't going to say anything.
"Nah man I'd prefer to go alone. I'll see you when I get back" said Monroe not meeting Nick's eyes as the blutbad left.
Monroe got into his bug and drove off.
Nick stood for a little while not knowing what to do.
Not only had Monroe never gone off drinking this early he had never acted like that with Nick.
When he was annoyed he got annoyed. When he wanted to shout or chew Nick out for something like always tracking his dirty shoes through the house or forgetting to buy organic eggs or something then he would.
Monroe might stumble over the awkward talks or make jokes when things were uncomfortable but he always spoke his mind.
Nick knew something was up with him but he had just left. What's worse is the dejected look in the blutbads eyes.
Nick hadn't seen that look before and it was killing him.
After pacing for a while he tried to watch some television while he waited for Monroe's return but he just crew restless.
He wanted a clear head when Monroe finally did come back so he stayed away from grabbing a bear and he wasn't hungry so making a snack was out too.
Finally he went upstairs to his room thinking that a small nap might be in order.
Nick didn't think he was that tired but he only just lay down on the bed and gotten comfortable underneath the covers when he felt sleep tugging at him.
If he thought that sleep would make him feel better he was so very wrong.
He dreamt that Monroe came home and Nick was waiting in the kitchen for him. When he turned around he could see that the man's eyes were red and that he was very tense.
Nick was about to say something but before he got one word out the older man jumped him.
The next thing he knew they were kissing almost violently and Monroe was hitching Nick up so he could sit on the table and wrap his legs around Monroe.
The man touched him everywhere and while his hands were busy trying to relieve Nick of his clothes his tongue and teeth were doing their best to turn Nick into an incoherent moaning puddle as they attacked his lips, neck and collar bone.
Nick couldn't believe how hard he was.
He tried to reach down to touch himself but Monroe pushed his hand away with a growl.
Nick moaned again, not afraid to beg when suddenly he was pushed back onto to the table while his pants and jeans were ripped from him.
"Oh my god Monroe please" cried Nick trying to cant his hips upwards to get some much needed friction.
Monroe was leaning over him with a wicked smile on his face.
"Desperate are we?" he growled kissing down Nicks chest to his already hard nipples.
When he bite one before taking it into his mouth Nick thought he was going to die of pleasure.
Suddenly a big rough hand was on him and Monroe was pushing himself in-between Nick's legs stretching him open.
"Is this what you want little Grimm?" asked Monroe in his gravelly voice next to Nick's ear.
"Yes" cried Nick has he was stroked harder. Monroe was still fully dressed and since he was holding Nicks hands up above his head with one of his there wasn't much Nick could do about that except feel the roughness of Monroe's jeans between his thighs and the soft fabric of his shirt against his bare chest when he leaned down to nip and kiss Nicks lips.
"Monroe please I want you now" cried Nick who was already so close.
"Then come for me" whispered Monroe as he inserted one rough digit into Nick making the smaller man lose it right then and there.
Nick woke up panting and uncomfortable tangled in his sheets.
It was still light out but getting dark.
After he had cleaned himself up Nick hoped he looked more together then he felt when he went downstairs.
But once he got to the end of the stairs he realised that Monroe still hadn't come back.
OOOO
A/N: Ok I hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter will be up sooner than this one if people are still liking it=) Again I'm sorry for the huge lapse in time between my updates but I always finish my stories and will try to update quicker in the future!