Nick was on his way back to Monroe's when his cell began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket only to look at a number he'd never seen before. A bad feeling came from his stomach and he pulled over and stopped at the side of the street to accept the call:

"Burkhardt."

"Mister Burkhardt, here's Doctor Morgan speaking", an unfamiliar voice answered. "Are you the fiancé of Juliette Silverton?"

Nick frowned. "Uhm … I fear not longer", he answered. "Why?"

The bad feeling in his gut were getting stronger.

"Well, you are the one on her file which should be informed in case", this Doctor Morgan told him, "do you know anyone else I could talk to?"

Nick's heart missed a beat.

Something happened to Juliette! Something bad enough that a doctor was calling him now.

"What … what happened?" he asked.

What if this was a tragic situation? What if Juliette had tried something stupid? The last time he saw her she was so …

"Miss Silverton was involved into a car-accident", Morgan told him. "I'm calling you from the Memorial Hospital in Olympia."

Nick's heart missed another beat. "What?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, Mister Burkhardt. Did you know another one we can talk to?" Morgan asked.

"Does it look this worse?" Nick heard how throaty his voice suddenly sounded.

Juliette and a car-accident! Somewhere between Portland and Seattle. Why she was there? Why she … ?

"Her … her mother", Nick answered finally after he'd noticed to whom Juliette could have drive to. He told the doctor her name and …

"We tried Mrs. Silverton first. It looks like she's not at home", Morgan told him. "Do you know anyone else if you don't want to get involved?"

"What happened?" Nick asked. "Does she has serious injuries? Is it worst?"

Silence. Nick listened to the noise of his blood running through his veins.

What if it was something serious? What if Juliette … ?

Don't go this way, he reminded himself. Don't do this!

"Well, Miss Silverton's car lost the trail", Morgan finally informed him hesitatelly. "And that's what made us think. Is Miss Silverton working in a stressfull job? Was there something bad happened that could ..." He cleared his throat.

"What?" Nick took a deep breath. "You are telling me Juliette tried a suicide? That's impossible!"

"You said you two broke up? Could that be a reason?" Morgan asked.

"Seriously not!" Nick answered with a cold voice. "Juliette is about to start a new relationship with … another man. That's why we broke up."

"What about this other man? Do you have any information about him?" Morgan wanted to know.

Nick bit his lips.

Renard was gone, don't know why or where. After what happened in that night at Juliette's everything was possible. And after Monroe made him believe that Juliette's out of the blue-emotions for his boss are the result of the spell, Adalind put on Juliette …

Was it possible? Could Juliette, this wonderful life loving woman he felt for four years ago, could she get this deep into a depression that she tried something this stupid?

"Mister Burkhardt?" Morgan's voice asked and brought him back to reality.

"Yes, I'm here", Nick answered.

It could be. They were all three not clear in mind. He himself with leaving this situation and all the help from Monroe was finally able to move on – as hard as this was right now. But he felt it was the better thing for all of them. Juliette needed her space, and maybe, somewhere in the future, when all this trouble would calm down …

"How is she?" he asked.

"She's not concious right now", Morgan told him. "And she's lucky. She only got some bruises. But her mental state isn't the best."

Nick closed his eyes. "What does that mean?" he asked.

"She told us that here was a monster in her house, and that there also was a mass-murder around and that she didn't feel save anymore. There were a lot of other things, and the most of them didn't make sense I fear."

Nick nodded slowly.

He had hoped that Juliette didn't get what Renard and he was talking about in that night. Well, his fault – again! He should have told her the truth, on one point and without the fear of losing her. But he always had her reaction in mind, when he brought her to the trailer and told her everything.

Maybe he should have tried harder to push Monroe into wogeing in front of her. Maybe she had believed him this time. For Hank this helped, to see his own godchild in her second-form and him in front of her, protecting her and telling him the truth. Maybe he should have tried to do something similiar with Juliette – well, without the gun-and-shooting-part.

"What do you want to do now?" Nick asked.

"We want to watch her for a while", Morgan answered. "Maybe it was a shock from the accident and she will be right at mind when she wakes up. But we have to check this. And that's why I call you. We need a permission."

Nick pressed his lips togehter, the muscles in his cheeks awoke to life.

This wasn't his business anymore, no matter if he still loved Juliette or not. They broke up and … but this situation was his fault. He was the one responsible for Juliette now on the edge. So it should also his responibility to make this decision.

"Watch her", he finally said, feeling bad to say this but didn't know what else he could do.

Adalind Schade just finished her dinner when she heard the door on the other end of the precinct-jail open. She looked up when the sounds of footsteps grew louder and saw a woman, middleaged, wearing a white blouse and a grey pantsuit came up to her cell.

The stranger looked at her, lifted finally an eyebrow and began to smile. "So we finally meet, Miss Schade", the woman said.

Adalind stood up and took the few steps to the bars. "Lucky you", she said. "and who are you?"

The strange woman smiled. "Oh, we have the same boss, Miss Schade", she answered. "And I'm very … thankful for the work you've done so far. But … I will take over from here I think."

Adalind frowned. "I'm sorry?"

"Don't be." The stranger grinned. "Eric sent me after you, controlling what you've done and … well, do your work if you would be failing. Let me say, you halfway failed so I'm taking over your job. Good job with Renard, by the way. But unfortunately you'd fallen for the same mistake most Hexenbiests are doing: your plan is a little bit too complicated to work out without … well, problems."

Adalind looked at the other woman suspiciously. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "If Eric had send you I'm pretty sure you should help me and not taking over!"

The grin was still growing. "Maybe, who knows? But … I'm not sitting behind bars like you, my dear. And I'm not a former Hexenbiest stupid enough to get my spirit killed by an unexperienced Grimm." Again she lifted an eyebrow. "He's a really eye-candy, isn't he? I mean I can understand why he could kill your Hexenbiest, especially the delicate detail you shared with Eric ..."

"This is my order!" Adalind said. "If Eric sent you you should help me. And the first of all … where is Renard?"

The stranger smiled. "Gone", was all the answer Adalind got.

"Where?"

"Dunno", the stranger shrugged.

"Then you have to release me!" Adalind decided. "As fast as possible!"

"Don't think so", the stranger answered.

Again Adalind looked her in the face. "You have to release me – now!"

"On which reason?" The stranger looked at her with visible amusement. "How I can release a ghost?"

"I'm under arrest much longer than it is allowed by law!" Adalind said. "I'm a lawyer. Do you really think you will ..." She closed her mouth, her eyes widened when the other woman woged in front of her.

"I don't think I will release you, Miss Schade", the Wesen said. "And I'm pretty sure no one will miss you."

With that … the stranger walked away, and left Adalind behind, terrified and shocked.

What had Eric in mind when he sent out … this? Nothing good for her, Adalind knew now. Probably her death now …

"Monroe?"

Nick closed the door behind himself and looked around. There was the smell of fresh bakery in the house. Nick sniffed and followed it to the kitchen.

Monroe was busy doing some baking. Handling with three different baking sheets needed all his concentration.

Nick smirked when he noticed some slide drops on the forehead of his friend.

"Hey, Monroe?" He repeated.

Monroe jumped a little, standing still for a second, then gazing into Nick's direction. "Oh, you're here!"

Nick shrugged. "Yep." He took a look at all the bakery Monroe had done. "What is this? What you're doing?"

"Oh, just … a little baking", Monroe put the baking sheet aside and moved around, wiping off his hand at his pinafore.

Nick nodded, taking a closer look at the result of his roomate's baking session and finally decided to give one of those weird looking pastries a try. He took one with a reddish fill and sniffed on it.

"Hey, come on! I'm not going to poison you! Those are very healthy pastries, you know? That one is filled with some herbs Rosalee will love I'm sure."

Nick looked up. "Rosalee?" he asked. "What about Rosalee?"

Monroe shrugged, opening the pinafore and putting it aside. "She's coming back. Next week, you know?"

Nick nodded and sighed.

They'd talked about this since he moved over here. Maybe Rosalee knew a cure for those obsession Juliette was feeling for his boss. Maybe Rosalee would also find a cure for …

Nick closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

'Not think about that what the doctor had told you', he said to himself silently. But the damage was already done.

"What about the new case you was called for this morning?" Monroe asked.

Another problem he should solve as fast as possible Nick decided and looked up. "Did you hear about those abductions all over the city?" he asked. "This just started some days ago?"

Monroe blinkened and nodded. "Yeah, surely. Who not?" His eyes widened after he realized what he'd said. "Upps!"

"Yeah, exactly." Nick sighed again, leaning forward he looked into the face of his friend. "Seriously, Monroe. I appreciate your help, I really do. But I have to be up to date, you know? It's not about me, it's about the job. I cannot do my work without having the needed informations."

"Sorry", Monroe answered with a small voice.

Nick smiled a short smile before he finally took a mouthful from the pastries. The moment the piece of bakery filled the inside of his mouth Nick felt the overwelming urge to spit it out again.

What the hell had Monroe done here? That stuff tasted like an old shoe combined with sand and mug, flavoured with jalapeno-juice.

"It's good, isn't it?" Monroe watched him, a big and satisfied grin on his face. "I tried the recipe the whole day but I think those are the best. Don't you think? Doesn't the basil comes right through after you swallowed it?"

Nick had the problem to swallow whatever he tried to eat at all so he really couldn't answer. The pastrie was so dry and heavy flavoured, he simply couldn't swallow. On the other hand he surely didn't want to hurt his friend and now roomate.

Feeling like a real hero Nick chew on the stuff in his mouth to finally choke it down his throat somehow. He went to the refrigiator and took a bottle of imported beer to fight the burning, dry and disgusting taste on his tongue.

"And? It's good?" Monroe still wanted to know.

This gave Nick a really hard time. Should he tell the truth and say those bakerys were simply uneatable? Or should he try the more diplomatic way?

He swallowed nearly half of the bottle before he finally decided to go the diplomatic way.

"Maybe Rosalee will like what you'd done for her", he answered as vague as he could.

Monroe grinned. "That's good."

'Oh God, no!' A little voice in Nick's head yelled. 'He will do again some baking for Rosalee if I don't find a way to stop him.'

"What about some … cookies?" He asked, closing the refridge again. "I know a good recipe. My aunt made them for me when I was still at school."

Monroe gave him a look. "I really appreciate this offer but ..."

Nick nodded. "Grimm, I understand."

Poor Rosalee!

Monroe waved. "Anyway, I won't stop you from eating. Enjoy it!"

Nick stared at his roomate for a second, then he looked at the pastrie, which was now lying next to the refridge. No chance to get out of this without hurting Monroe (or himself) …

Really?

Nick frowned and looked up again. "Did you talk to Juliette the last days?" he asked, changing the topic.

Monroe stared at him again with the expression of a deer, facing the headlights. "W... why?" he finally asked.

Nick shrugged. "Just asking."

Monroe licked his lips. "Well … define 'last days'?"

Nick rolled his eyes. "Since I moved out, headed back to face Renard, found out about him being a Wesen and … well, the last time I saw Juliette."

"You mean that night. The night after you killed the Hundjägers?" Monroe continued.

Nick blinkened, reminding himself about his new "partner".

Changing the topic again he asked: "Is it possible to be a Hundjäger and not be part of the Verrat?"

Monroe seemed reliefed. "I'm not an expert in Hundjägers, dude", he answered. "Why you're asking?"

"Because … I've a new partner. And this partner is a Hundjäger", Nick answered.

"A Hundjäger?" Monroe looked at him. "Wow, and you are both still alive?"

"Not my fault. He disappeared after we were teamed up." Nick shrugged and took another sip from his bottle. "So, is that possible?"

Monroe's mouth opened for a moment, then he closed him again. "A Hundjäger who's a cop?" he asked. "Dude, that guy is really weird!"

"I thought so." Nick nodded again. "So it is possible, right?"

"Hundjägers, not dealing with the family, protecting their take on tradition, that's really rare", Monroe knew. "But … you know when you are waking up, thinking about the way your life is going and are not really satisfied with that …"

"You mean, he's probably a Wider, right?" Nick asked.

Monroe nodded. "That's possible."

"Do you know him?"

"Well, I know a family, you know? Same church."

"What family?" Nick asked. "Are they called Bruckner?"

Monroe thought about that, but finally he shook his head. "No, no, their last name is Dimmel. Still German, but no Bruckner. Sorry."

Nick frowned. "This Bruckner just moved over to Portland. So maybe you don't know him. Are there many of your churches around here?"

"A few."

Damned!

"Well, don't forget to eat your pastrie, Nick", Monroe said to him, moving around to leave the kitchen.

The moment Nick was waiting for. He jumped to the trash and placed the pastrie in it, not realizing that Monroe just had turned around.

"Cretin!" The Blutbad decided and left the kitchen with his nose high in the sky.

Nick looked after his friend, again smiling for a minute – before he remembered that call he got from the hospital in Olympia …