Author's note: Again, I don't own Grimm. Grimm is the property of NBC, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. As I said in the first chapter, this is my first story so it's all very new and exciting for me! I'm still learning how to use this website so I apologize for any grammar errors and any edit issues. Another thing, Italics represent inner thoughts. I have some time coming up next weekend so I will be (hopefully) posting some more chapters! Finally, thank you for everyone who's been reading this story and all the comments! You guys are awesome! Also, tell me about you guys! PM me or whatever! Oh and as for the haters who have been Private Messaging me and leaving DIPLORABLE COMMENTS ON OTHER PEOPLE'S FANFICS…Stop, just stop. In the words of Taylor Swift: Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate…It's a FICTIONAL STORY, calm down. Maybe ask Rosalee to make you some Tea so you can relax.

(Trubel's POV)

What the hell? She asked herself as she stood, arms crossed staring at Adalind who was nicely sleeping on the couch in the living room. Why had Adalind stayed the night? It was one thing for her to come over and see Nick because of their unborn child or whatever, but this…this she didn't understand. What was the need for her to spend the night? Had something happened after she fell asleep? She was internally screaming at herself for not staying awake though she should've. It was a stupid thing to do. What if something had happened to Nick? Never again.

Trubel's instinct was to round-kick the bitch because that was what she was. Adalind was a bitch. There was no mistaking that. She didn't do anything to help her cause either and Trubel didn't have the patience to count the ways this bitch screwed them all over, but the one thing she couldn't get past was that Adalind took Juliette away from her. What Trubel did was an understood necessity, but there was this part of her that couldn't grasp that she had lost a mother like figure. Growing up in foster care didn't do her any favors, but Juliette and Nick welcomed her into their home. Their home became her own and it was that kind of warmth and kindness she couldn't believe was gone. Juliette impacted her. She changed Trubel who in return was better for it.

Before, she didn't care about taking what she needed whether it was food, clothing, whatever. If she needed it, then she took it. In Trubel's mind it was a matter of survival, therefore the end justified the means, but Juliette made sure that she never had to take anything. That she never had to do things she didn't need to do. She gave Trubel whatever she wanted and asked for nothing in return. It was that kind of warmth that changed Trubel. She turned into someone she wanted Juliette to be proud of. Even, her thought process was different. She became more social by learning to work with others instead of fighting against them. She even went as so far to help. Trubel realized that she asked before doing things, well for the most part and that was entirely because of Juliette. She still had a long way to go, but she was on the right path because of Juliette. And now, she would be lying if she said she was worried she would stray from that path.

She knew all good things came to an end, but this was different. She wasn't alone this time in her pain and she wasn't the only one who might take a detour along the road. Nick was there and he was the one most impacted by the loss of Juliette. It wasn't that Nick was no longer kind, but he had become hardened like her. She didn't like that nor did she want that for him. She liked the Nick that was soft and loving, but this Nick was different. He was cold, rightfully so and it was all because of this former Hexenbiest that was sleeping on the couch.

"You know I can hear you sighing in disdain," Adalind said. Oh good, she was awake.

"Then why didn't you wake up in delight?" She sarcastically remarked.

"And ruin your moment of contempt? I thought I would let you have that."

"Why are you here?"

"Nick asked me to stay." Nick asked her to stay? Why would he do such a thing?

"Why?" She didn't mean to ask that aloud. She meant to work it out in her head.

"Bud left after he dropped me off and Nick didn't want to drive me since it was late." Trubel didn't like how smooth that answer rolled off Adalind's tongue. It was as though she has rehearsed it to avoid suspicion, but what was she trying to hide? Did she have something else up her sleeve? What more was their left for her to destroy? And how was it that she still managed to not answer her question?

"Still doesn't explain why you're still here. It's the morning."

"I didn't sleep well."

"Let me guess, the baby was kicking."

"And so what if he was?" Trubel hadn't expected her to respond with such hostility, but she should've known better given her motherly instincts.

"You need to leave before Nick wakes up," she said with a worried tone. She didn't know how he would feel if he saw Adalind first thing in the morning. She tend to ruin things. She didn't want Nick's day to suck before it even began. Adalind just looked at her and rolled her eyes. "Now."

"Are you driving me back?"

"Sure. I'll drop you off wherever, just hurry up."

"Why do you want me out of here so badly?" Trubel just stared at her like she asked the dumbest question in the world, which she had. Was it not obvious?

"Is that a serious question?"

"I mean, is there another reason besides what I've done?"

Trubel didn't respond. She just sighed and stomped away in frustration. She went to the kitchen. This woman was either incredibly stupid or selfish beyond comprehension, maybe both. She took out a pocket knife she had hidden in her boot to cut an apple.

"Didn't sleep well?" Nick asked. He startled her. She jumped back into attack position. She was on the offense. "Really a knife?"

"You scared me," she answered. She tried her hardest to distract him that Adalind was still in the living room. She thought Nick would go to work using the door through the kitchen to leave instead of the front door. Well, she had hoped he would at least. "You sleep at all?" She wanted to make some small talk. She even brewed some coffee for him.

"Yeah. A bit." That was code for he got no sleep what so ever. "Thanks." He raised his mug to her.

"You got a case?"

"Hank and Wu called about a murder."

"Wesen?" She didn't know why, but the world of the unknown fascinated her. Before, it used to frighten her, giving her nightmares, but now the sky was the limit. Her imagination could run wild and it could even be a reality.

"Not sure. Would be a nice change of pace if it wasn't."

"Well, you wouldn't want to be late. I'll see you later then." She tried shooing him out the door.

"Alright, I'm going. There's food in the fridge since I might be late."

"Got it." She wasn't exactly keen on eating microwavable food, but it was better than nothing.

"Oh and Trubel?"

"Yeah?"

"If Adalind's still asleep, leave her. Otherwise call Bud and have him drop her off wherever she wants." She didn't say anything. She just froze and her eyes widened. She didn't know how to respond to that. Nick was okay to a certain degree that Adalind had spent the night and that she was still here possibly sleeping on his couch. She didn't know why, but she got the feeling that something happened.

(Nick's POV)

He couldn't get out of the house fast enough, but he didn't do anything out of the ordinary to tip Trubel off. He didn't want her to ask him what was wrong if he had acted strange. He wouldn't know how to answer her that so he did his best to be as normal as possible. Trubel was a Grimm though, which meant she was intuitive enough to know something was up even if she didn't say anything. He just didn't know what was going on with him. He didn't want to figure out what he was feeling. He wasn't even sure he wanted to feel.

As he drove to the crime scene Hank had called him about, he thought about last night. He had a lapse in judgment when he came down to get water around four in the morning. He should've just got some from the bathroom in one of his Dixie cups, but didn't. And instead of going back to his bedroom after quenching his thirst, he stopped to check on Adalind. He didn't know why he felt the need to check on her. She was safe in his home, but still ended up creepily staring at her.

He would be lying if he said he didn't find her beautiful. There was a delicacy to her, a vulnerability that he was enamored with. Maybe it was because she was sound asleep and at peace. He had never seen her look like this. She was always angry or upset, which was most apparent in her body language and facial expressions. Perhaps their son made it easier for her to let her guard down. He didn't know what it was, but he wasn't going to ask either. He just quietly took it her beauty. He wanted to stay away from her and tried, but he was doing an exceptionally terrible job of it. He kept finding himself near her.

They were having a child together and she was forever connected to him whether he liked it or not. It cut him deep to know that this was what he wanted with Juliette and was denied it. He couldn't help, but think of how badly this was going to end. His child was the only good thing that came of this situation and even then he felt bad for his unborn baby. Their child was going to be born in such a dysfunctional home.

He sighed deeply and got out of his car. He made his way to Hank and Wu who were both waiting for him.

"So what do we have?" He asked trying to seem as normal as possible.

"Someone's late. Didn't sleep well?" Wu sarcastically asked. Hank just gently shoved Wu for making that remark. Hank tried to be slick, but he wasn't. Nick saw and Wu awkwardly coughed.

"You don't need to be here," Hank said in a low voice. "We can take care of this. Go home."

"Home is the last place I want to be," Nick said. He didn't want to go back to see Adalind, but he didn't want to tell Hank that. His friend would have a few words to say about that. "I need this. I need to do this." He couldn't be alone with his thoughts or worse with Adalind. He needed a distraction. He needed to focus on something other than what happened and what was to come. Hell, he was barely functioning in the now.

"Well, according to the eyewitness, they saw the car drive straight into the water," Wu said bringing the attention to the matter at hand.

"Suicide?"

"That's what we thought, but we discovered that the victim suffered a blow to the head. Oh and there's the matter of the brakes being cut off."

"Who's our victim?"

"His name is Michael Buchanan. He has a record for robbery," Hank said. "I was about to swing by his place."

"Alright, let's take your car."

"Nick," his friend warned.

"Are you going to tell me I can't do my job?" Nick growled. He didn't mean for it to sound harsh, but he didn't like where this was headed.

"No." He hated that there was this unspoken tension between them, but it was unavoidable.

"Then there shouldn't be a problem. Wu, why don't you see if there's any video footage on these cameras nearby." He watched Wu's face struggle to compose itself. Wu had no idea what to say in this situation. Nick couldn't fault the guy.

"On it. Oh I forgot to mention the weirdest part of this case." This was it. This was the part where he learned it wasn't just a homicide, but a Wesen related homicide. "The car isn't registered to our victim. It's registered to a Joe Curry."

"You thinking Joe was our intended victim and somehow Michael became collateral damage?"

"I don't know. Let's find out," Hank answered. "Wu keeps us updated."

"Oh and Wu take my car back to my place. Thank you."

"Will do," he said saluting sarcastically. Nick never said anything nor would he, but he always loved how unusually quirky Wu was. Even now, he was his bubbly weird self.

They drove in silence and Nick welcomed it. One thing Nick was grateful for was his friendship with Hank. His friend knew when to say something and when not to. It was understood between them that they didn't need to talk. His friend knew he was going through the motions despite their little exchange of dialogue laced with tension. As if Hank knew what Nick was thinking, he rolled down the windows. Nick just let the cool wind hit his face.

Even now he was thinking about Adalind. He really hated how this made him feel. His girlfriend just died and already he was moving on. He tried to convince himself that that wasn't what was happening since it was so soon after her death. It had only been twenty-four hours, but what else could explain this train of thought. You're just thinking about her because you just saw her. She was in your house last night and that's why. There's no other reason. No other reason at all.

The car came to halt. They had arrived to their destination, Michael Buchanan's place. The drive was short, maybe too short, but welcomed nonetheless. Michael lived in a rundown apartment complex where unsavory characters seemed to frequent, but not the kind he was accustomed to. No, these were the kind of low lives who were caught up in gambling, sold and did drugs, and were part of the sex trafficking world. And yet, it was strange that a person with a record for robbery stayed here. Was it some kind of cover?

They got the keys to his apartment thanks to the manager who wasn't even fazed by the presence of cops. He was clearly aware of the type of people that lived in this building. Nick and Hank exchanged the same surprised look when they opened the door. Their victim's apartment was a diamond in the rough. It was so unbelievably clean and updated in comparison to the state of the building and its tenants. It almost seemed unreal.

"Nick," Hank said. "Stop."

"Hank are we really going to do this right now?" Nick asked. He couldn't believe Hank was about to get into it with him during a lead they were following. It was pissing him off frankly.

"Nick. No. Stop." He said stopping Nick from walking further. "There's a wire. He's booby-trapped his apartment."

"Oh." He felt bad for letting his anger seep out of him like that. He didn't apologize for it though he should've. "Well something had to be wrong with this place. It was too…suspicious. More than it already was."

"We're going to have to call in the crime scene investigators just to be safe, but do you see what I see over there on the island in the kitchen?" Nick looked and saw a giant bag with pills in it.

"Drugs?"

"Looks like it and next to it are smaller bags."

"He's a distributer. What do you think a robber is doing distributing drugs?"

"No idea, but it makes sense why his apartment is rigged like this. Better call it in. Can't risk it. We don't know what kind of pills those." They called it in and waited. Nick hated waiting. It was the one thing he didn't like about his job. He was the kind of guy who liked busy work or rather he liked to be busy. Sure, he didn't mind relaxing every now and then, but when a case came up he liked to solve it. That was what being an officer of the law meant to him. Well partly at least, but right now it felt like everything was going against him. "They have to evacuate the building and call in the hazmat guys."

"They found some kind of toxic substance?"

"They're not sure, but they don't want to take any chances. Captain said to go home. I'll drop you off."

Again, they drove in silence. Nick was frustrated that he had nothing to do. The lead they had was put on hold until further notice. He hated that. Even the cool wind against his face couldn't calm him. This was the opposite of what he wanted.

"Thanks Hank for the ride. See you tomorrow."

"I wasn't going to say anything-"

"Then don't." He knew where this was headed, again, and he didn't want to hear it, again.

"I'm your partner Nick and more importantly, your friend. You need to take at least a day or two off. You need some time to yourself."

"So I can grieve?" He cackled.

"If that's what you need then yes. We don't have to talk about it, but ignoring what happened isn't going to help. I'm here if you need me…You're not alone. Besides me you have Trubel, Monroe, Rosalee, Bud, the Cap, and even Wu. And if you can't accept that, then look at it another way. We have nothing to do until they test out the substance in our victim's apartment. It's the only lead we have unless by some miracle Wu find something. Think of it as a blessing in disguise. Get some sleep if you can and eat something."

Nick didn't say anything. He just shut the door and walked inside. He wasn't angry, but at the same time he was. He couldn't fault his friend for caring, but he thought they had an understanding. He was wrong. Hank didn't understand what he was going through.

Nick's stomach grumbled in protest. Maybe eating some food wasn't a bad idea after all, but sleep wasn't going to happen. Sleep had evaded him and he was afraid to sleep. He was scared Juliette would haunt him even though it hadn't happened yet.

He walked straight into the kitchen and saw a note on the fridge door.

Went Out. Don't know when I'll be back.

-Trubel

He threw away the note in the trash. He opened a can of beer. He took a small sip and just stood there. He was hungry, but not overly. He hadn't done much today and yet he was exhausted. He wasn't in the mood to make his own dinner even though he told Trubel to. He didn't know what he was in the mood for, but Chinese was definitely out. It reminded him too much of Juliette and the nights they shared when he was busy with a case. At that moment, he had to fight the urge to cry.

He knew Hank was right. He needed time to grieve, but not like this. He wasn't ready. He needed to come to terms with everything on his own. He needed it to be organic, but if he cried now then it would be because Hank forced his hand. Nick needed to resolve something before he let the tears roll. He took out his phone. He paused for a moment to mentally curse then dialed the phone number.

"Hey, it's me. Are you hungry by chance? I thought maybe we could grab a bite to eat and talk." He knew he needed something to help him get over what he was going through, but he was wrong about it being a something. He needed a special someone. He needed Adalind.