A/N : This just hit me suddenly. Wasn't expecting to write this at all. So, for those of you who bothered to click on this second chapter, here it is! ;)

The Eisbiber Fanclub.

A few days after the arrest of Ryan Smulson, Nick caught Hank browsing for pinhole cameras online.

"Hey Hank, what's up with the surveillance kit?" Nick asked out of curiosity.

"Nothing". Hank replied. He wasn't going to tell Nick that he suspected someone has been stalking him. It's embarrassing, especially after the whole PTSD fiasco where shot three bullets into his closet when there was nothing there.

"Okay...I don't believe you." Nick remarked. After all these years of being Hank's partner, he knows when his partner is hiding something or not. Besides, Hank's not a consummate liar, like himself - it comes with the territory of being a Grimm.

"Fine! I think somebody has been stalking me," Hank admitted, shifting with discomfort due to the nature of the conversation.

"Well, what happened?" Nick inquired, concerned for his partner. Also, the last thing he needs is more hits on his friends. He could still remember how it felt like when the Nuckelavee was watching his every move - it gave him such a bad vibe.

"For two days now, I kept finding things left on my doorstep," Hank revealed, "I've been watching my door, but I can't seem to find out who did it. It's driving me nuts!"

"Relax Hank! What kind of things?" Nick probed further.

"Erm, that's the thing..." Hank paused for a moment and Nick swore that he saw his partner blush slightly before he continued, "It was always a food product, like an apple pie or some other fruit conserve".

When Nick heard that, he stifled a giggle but broke out into laughter moments later, leaving Hank confused to how he'd responded.

"What? You know something that I don't?" Hank demanded. When he saw Nick's reaction, he half suspected that it could be a prank, like the rubber rat in the pizza sort of joke.

Nick composed himself, grinning widely as he said, "Oh Hank, I know exactly who has been stalking you!"

"Would you like to share?" Hank dared. He is starting to feel like an idiot, not in on the joke that Nick seems to find hilarious.

"You should call Bud and talk about it" Nick told his partner," The person or perhaps persons that you are looking for is him, or The Lodge"

"Bud Wurstner? The Wesen we rescued?" Hank asked.

"Yes" Nick replied and added," He's an Eisbiber. There's a whole community known as 'The Lodge' and they are very lovable, generous kind of people, always wanting to help, wanting to provide."

"Okay..." Hank said, not sure how to respond to that little fact. He was slightly weird-ed out by such behaviour.

"You might want to call off the treats because they will keep coming, and you can't pay for them either because they won't accept it," Nick advised. He knows from first-hand experience just how appreciative they can get. They'll probably come off as creepy to the lay-person, like Hank. "You have no idea how cluttered my place got when I helped them out with a fairly huge problem," Nick continued as he recalled the time when he helped the Eisbibers drive away the Hässlichens and found himself a house full of baked goods and what not.

"Anything else I should know?" Hank queried, feeling slightly relieved that it wasn't some paranoia induced hallucination, although the whole fan club thing was quite bizarre.

"Well, just...try to convince them that to stop sending stuff and appreciate the ones you've already received?" Nick replied and added as an afterthought, "Basically, just make friends. They're alright."

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