Author's note: You know the drill by now. 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. AND I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER NEW CHAPTER. I know it's short, but it's a little different. THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who's been reading this story and all the comments! You guys make me feel ALL FUZZY INSIDE! I absolutely love hearing what you guys have to say. I apologize for any grammar errors. I know there are some, but I really wanted to get something out for you. I started watching some of the episodes, but I just had so much fun not doing anything over break that I apologize I haven't had time to update. I don't want to adult…so I had fun being a child…SORRY GUYS! I STILL LOVE YOU…and now, your FEATURE PRESENTATION…

(Rosalee's POV)

She wasn't sure what to make of this whole situation. This was an uncomfortable situation she found herself in and one at that that she never thought she would be in. Suddenly, Drake came to her mind: Started from the bottom now we're here… She was sure she wasn't using that in the right context, but ignorance was bliss or at least convenient in this moment.

Juliette was her friend while Adalind was her enemy, but somewhere along the road that changed and their roles were reversed. Yet, Rosalee's position as a friend remained. She was no pushover by any means, but she certainly was there for someone in need. A rose with thorns. Her friendly instincts kicked in when she heard about the predicament Nick found himself in and she took it upon herself to help him out. He didn't have to ask and he wouldn't, she just knew. It was too much for him to get rid of Juliette's stuff, but it was also overwhelming to have it around him. He didn't need the memory of his former lover looming over him like a cloud. Juliette was already the elephant in the room…Same difference.

She neatly packaged everything into appropriately labeled boxes. She was surprised how little time it took. It made her wonder, was Juliette ever truly apart of Nick's world? Her lack of mark would suggest she wasn't and that was just sad given how much of an impact she had on Rosalee's world. It was rather hard for her to put Juliette's belongings in a boxes. Memories came flooding through the gate, but Rosalee had to flush them out. This was something that had to be done. Nick needed some time to process the world around him and when the time came, he would grieve. He didn't need a constant reminder of her or memories of her lingering. It just was too much for him. The only thing Rosalee didn't know was what she should do with the engagement ring. She found it in one of the drawers, but she couldn't leave it there. She knew Nick was planning to propose, but then life happened. Juliette forgot who Nick was then slept with the Captain followed by Nick sleeping with Adalind…Their relationship took a rather messy turn and they never quite found their rhythm, which was incredibly heartbreaking. They made such a great team…just like she and Monroe did.

"What do you think?" Monroe asked. Rosalee was rendered mute. "I know it's a bit early, but I thought better safe than sorry."

"Monroe this is beautiful," she whispered. He had constructed a crib for Nick and Adalind's baby. "Is that a mobile created out of clock parts?"

"Yeah, I didn't have the heart to throw away these broken parts so I decided to make use out of them. Do you think Nick will like it?" She stroked his arm and kissed him.

"I think Nick will love it."

"It even makes a cuckoo lullaby noise."

The two of them shared a little moment. They couldn't wait until they had children of their own. It was only a matter of time. And when they did, she knew that Monroe was going to be an excellent father. The amount of care he showed towards Nick's unborn son would only be exemplified with their own. She found herself curious what kind of Wesen their child would be. Would it take after Monroe and be a Blutbad or would their child be Fuchsbau like her? She was getting way ahead of herself, but the idea was nice to think about. Nick on the other hand, his child was more than a possibility or an idea to entertain. His child was a reality.

"Where do you think we should put this?"

"Put it in my room," Trubel said. Monroe naturally changed into his Blutbad form. Trubel startled him.

"Where did you come from?"

"The backdoor. You guys were having a moment and I didn't want to interrupt. It's a nice crib. Nick will like it. Put it in my room."

"Where will you stay then?"

"I'm going to see Josh in Philly. I can't stay here."

"What's changed?" Rosalee asked. Trubel shook her head trying to hide tears. "What happened?"

"That night…I killed Juliette."

"Oh honey, we know. No one blames you for that. You did that to protect Nick."

"You don't get it. I came here with the intent to kill Juliette no matter what."

"My position still stands. You did what any of us would've done."

"Except I was the one who did it in the end. If Nick asks, tell him whatever you need to. Call me when the baby comes."

Rosalee understood how Trubel must've felt. This was just a trying time for all of them. None of them knew what their roles were or where their hearts lied. She couldn't tell Trubel to stay, but she couldn't tell her to go either. And even if Rosalee put in her two cents, Trubel would've done whatever she wanted to anyhow.

"Nick's not going to like this," Monroe said as the two of them watched Trubel disappear with a duffle bag.

"Then we better get started on that room then."