Someone, hopeful Renard's fill-in, had put some uniforms into the hospital, watching the door to the vic's room. Nick was thankful for that, no matter how … not too thrilled looking nurses are running up and down the floor. On his way Nick had tried to call the doctor on duty but that one was already busy again. So Nick's best hope now was to get someone he could talk to before disturbing the young woman.

When he was close to the door this door opened and a nurse came out of the room, a worried look back when she closed the door again, a white sheet carrying in her arms.

"Excuse me", Nick said and showed her his badge. "How is she?"

"She's just fallen asleep – finally", the nurse told him, then she looked at him frowning. "Detective right?"

"Burkhardt", Nick introduced himself. "I'm working on this case."

"Well, maybe you should investigate instead of disturbing", the nurse implied.

Nick sighed. "It is sometimes necessary to disturb to find out what exactly happened."

The nurse looked again at him, shrugged then. "It's not my decision. You first should talk to the doctor."

"Who's in charge?" Nick smiled.

"This is Doctor Carter. But he already had a visitor from the police",the nurse told him. "Maybe you should try his office and let this poor woman rest."

Not the best idea Nick had to say but he kept his mouth shut. He really should talk first to the doctor to find out about the vic's condition. But as he hadn't find out WHO this doctor was before the nurse told him he simply couldn't.

"Thanks!" Nick said with a smile and turned around – just to stop and look back to the nurse. "Did she say anything?" he asked.

"She's not saying anything, she's screaming everything", the woman explained. "Whatever happened to that poor girl, it creeped the hell out of her!"

Not that much helpful but …

Nick nodded. "Thanks again."

With that he wanted to search the doctor's office to talk to this Dr. Carter but just when he started to walk down the floor again, he stopped after he recognized who was coming up to him.

"Lieutenant", Nick greeted and nodded in her direction.

LeFleur stopped at his side, looking at him from his feet to his eyes. "What are you doing here, Burkhardt?" she asked.

Not good, a little voice in Nick's head told him.

"Ahm … I was just informed that one vic was found alive and wanted to interview her ..." Nick closed his mouth in the middle of his explanation. Only one look in LeFleur's face told him that he did a mistake with coming here.

"Why you are not looking at the crime scenes? Aren't there enough now for you?" LeFleur said sharply.

Nick took a deep breath, his eyes moved aside not to watch into her eyes anymore.

"Do you really think you should do an interview with a young and terrified woman, Detective? Right now? After what happened to her? You, a man?"

Nick closed his eyes.

This was embarracing! It wasn't the first time he had to interview a female vic. And seriously not the first possible sexual assault he was working on.

"You look after the crime scenes", LeFleur ordered, "I will talk to her. She's not in the condition to stand a man right now."

Nick opened his lips for a snarky responce but decided not to say what was burning on his tongue. He already was in too much trouble right now.

"Besides … where's your new partner?" LeFleur asked him.

Nick sighed. "I don't know", he answered.

"Why?"

Nick shrugged. "Because I don't know. I don't have his number and he didn't show up at the precinct or was asking for mine. As I've already told you yesterday, Detective Bruckner is not interested in this partnership."

LeFleur stepped closer, one finger lifted. "And I told you you two will work together or you can give back you badges. I thought I was clear about that!"

"You were", Nick nodded.

Damned, this was a two-way-street. True, Bruckner didn't ask for his number, but he also didn't ask for Bruckner's number.

"I will tell you what you will do now, Detective Burkhardt", LeFleur continued."„You will go to the crime scenes and keep there looking for evidence. And you will start a search for Bruckner. I cannot tollerate your behaviour, so you will come to my office when I'm back at the precinct. I think it's time to put your head back on your shoulders again!"

"I'm not ..."

"You are responsible! I told you so!" LeFleur interrupted him. "So you have two options: First, you can give back your badge. Second you will do what I told you and team up with Bruckner AS I've told you too."

Nick bit his lips but nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I understand."

"I hope so!" LeFleur turned around and walked down the floor to the victim's room.

Nick's cheekbones began to work while he was watching her. This really began to piss him off, no matter if he wanted to be angry or not. LeFleur really was a … hell of a boss.

It was better to calm down, Nick decided, heading back to the hospital's entrance …

Again Monroe was standing at the top of the stairs to the attic, looking at his guest-room. Again he felt bad, no matter if Nick had – more or less – given the permission to get the key to Juliette's.

First Monroe had tried to make some calls, first he called the Memorial Hospital in Olympia – well, he'd tried to call but his call didn't get through. A little mysterious but … his telephone-system wasn't completely up to date, maybe they had some damages after the first storms of this fall/winter-season. He would try it again later.

Then he tried to call the Dimmel's but again, no one took the call. But this time Monroe was lucky, the Dimmel's had a mailbox and he left a note for them in hope they would answer.

Again he looked around. There still were all those boxes. Nothing changed, only the bed wasn't made – a mental note about the „how to live together nicely" but Monroe wasn't sure if he would remind Nick on that. Not now, his friend was busy.

With a sigh Monroe sat down at the side of the bed and opened the drawer.

Socks, socks, and, what a surprise, socks.

Monroe put some the socks out of the drawer and started to shuffle the rest to the side to get a better look at the bottom.

There it was!

Monroe touched the key with a finger to move it and finally got it out of the drawer. Than he frowned.

Wait a minute!

He looked at the key in his palm, wondering if this one really was the one he searched for. He never noticed this one on Nick's key-ring before. It was old and small, ways too small for an usual lock. And the key-head looked … weird.

Monroe blinkened and looked at the decorations more closely.

What the hell … ? This never was the key to Juliette's! Never!

Thinking this Monroe looked again in the drawer to find another key, on a seperate ring. A modern key to a modern lock.

Monroe looked down at the two keys, this strange old looking one and the new one.

What Nick had brought to his house? What this key was for? Why it was here?

Monroe got the other key out of the drawer. Yep, that was the familiar looking key he knew from Nick's key-ring. But what was this other one for?

Monroe looked at the old key closely. Those decorations looked weird to him, not like real decorations.

What the hell this key was for?

His cell began to ring and made him jump.

Monroe put both keys into the pocket of his jeans, grabbing his cell out. Local number, kinda familiar but …

Mornoe accepted the call. Maybe a new costumer for his clock-repair-service?

"Yep?" he asked. "Monroe here."

"Monroe? It's me, Harry Dimmel", a voice answered.

Oh!

Monroe closed the drawer and stood up from the bedside. "Harry, good to hear you!"

"Yeah, well, sorry if I missed some fundraiser. We are kind of busy right now", Dimmel ansered, stopped then. "It IS because of the church, right?"

Monroe realized that he himself wasn't there for a couple of time now. Well, to be true, his lesson in Seelenguters was enough for him to aviod the regular church …

"Uhm, no", he said. "I'm sorry if I interrupt something. You don't sound too good, man ..."

"Yeah, well, you know ..." A hard and loud sigh came from the other end of the line. "You know my daughter, right? Claire."

"Yeah, for sure I know her!" Monroe sat down on the bed again. "You don't tell me something happened to her, do you?"

"She's missing", Dimmel told him. "She's gone and we don't know where she is. We are waiting all day long for any information the police can give to us."

"Oh man, that's bad!" Monroe said."Well, if I can help you somehow, let me know. You know I know a cop, right? Maybe he can manage something."

"We already have an insider, but thanks."

Monroe paused. "An insider?" he asked.

"Yes, Mary's brother just moved over from Chicago. He 's a detective, you know?"

"Is his last name Bruckner?" Monroe asked.

"Yeah, did you hear about him? He's on this case."

This explains a lot!

Nick was getting better in this Wesen-things, Monroe realized. He almost had put the right pieces together. Only wasn't confident enough to see this as a fact.

Realizing this it sent a shiver down Monroe's spine.

"Well, I think you answered my question, man", he said."„I wanted to ask for a Bruckner who's also a cop. As my new ro..." He paused and took a deep breath.

"Yes?" Dimmel asked.

"Well, you know about the Grimm, right?"

"Who not?

Well, there still were a few Monroe realized.

"The Grimm is now my roomate", he said.

"What? Man, watch your head!"

"That's not the problem. Nick is reformed."

"I've heard that", Dimmel said. "Is he? Really?"

"Yup, he's my friend that's why he's now staying with me. And he's on the same case as your brother-in-law. In fact, Nick told me yesterday, he was teamed up with a Hundjäger called Bruckner."

"I haven't seen Sean in two or three days", Dimmel said. "But I will talk to him when I will meet him. He's all new so he don't know how Portland is running."

"I thought so."

A second, female voice was audible in the background but Monroe didn't get what she was talking about.

"Okay, that it was, Monroe? Mary will go back to the precinct in hope they will have some news."

"That it was. Thanks. And I will pray for Claire."

"I appreciate that."

"And … please tell your brother-in-law it isn't necessary to eat the Grimm in town if this Grimm in town isn't after him but trying to do the job."

"Will do."

The call ended.

Monroe frowned again.

The world was a small village. But it was good to have at least someone who could tell this Bruckner the truth.

Brought him back to his original plan. He had some work to do, Monroe decided, leaving the attic.

Sean Bruckner watched that house on the other side of the park. The Grimm was staying here. He followed Burkhardt last night and confirmed it with a call back to the precinct.

The whole area had a Blutbad-stank, but that was impossible! A Grimm would never let a Blutbad live. Heck, he wouldn't let any Wesen live! A Grimm would kill every Wesen.

And that's what why Bruckner was here. He wanted to take a closer look onto the Grimm. Maybe he was the one responsible for his missing niece. It could be. With a Grimm everything was possible.

Bruckner noticed some movement in the house after the Grimm was gone, so he lived together with someone. And this someone was still inside the house.

Bruckner had start a research for Nick yesterday and found out that Nick and Juliette just broke up and Nick moved in here. Maybe that old relationship broke up because of a new loveinterest? No one seemed to know. All everyone had told him was, that Juliette had lost her memory of Nick and their relationship was pending during the last couple of months. It was possible that Nick had found another woman and moved in with her as some rumours told him about a mysterious third person was involved into this desaster.

This Blutbad-stink confused him, Bruckner decided. Maybe this Grimm was corrupt and got paid to letting Wesen alive? Maybe he should take a deeper look into that too …

The front-door opened and a tall man came out of the Grimm-house.

That man …

Bruckner frowned and focused on that stranger.

Wait a minute, wasn't that guy member of the same church as his sister and her family? If so he was Wesen. Wesen? Living together with a Grimm?

The man went to an old VWBeetle and drove up the street.

Bruckner took a deep breath after he was sure that guy was gone for a while before he came out of the park and crossed the street to the Grimm's house.

He would find out what the hell was going on here!

With that, he used his picklock to open the front-door. And the next second … the stink of Grimm and Blutbad was overwhelming …