A/N: I never was to Portland, all information I took from the allmighty ;) Internet. So, I'm sure there are, besides the cruel English, some mistakes and I I the few of you reading this will forgive me. As I have some problems with my laptop (it's dieing to be correct) I don't know if I can continue the fanfic soon. I will do my best as I know this ARE two nasty cliffhanger. Stay tuned and keep your fingers crossed for me :)

After his official duty ended Nick decided to give it a try to drive to Hobo's, looking if he probably would find a little inofficial help.

He never was at that restaurant/bar before, and right now he was wondering why, because this seemed to be a place Juliette could have fallen for. Maybe … Nick reminded himself not to think in this way when he entered the building.

Nice interior, the bar looked interesting, there was tasty smell from the kitchen and a few guests in the restaurant eating an early dinner.

Nick didn't have to show his badge to be directed to the manager, who was working at his office in the back of the building. Those working here seemed have await a cop showing up, nobody was too surprised or shocked to see him.

The manager finally, a Mister Davidson, stood up from his work and offered Nick a seat.

"How I can help you?" Davidson asked.

Nick was still a little confused. Usually especially people in catering or hotel industry reacted different from seeing a cop in their establishments. Usually they tried their best to hide the police for every guest on the property. Nick had heard some really weird storys about other cities and the behaviour there. In Portland they only barely had problems but that his badge was handled so freely was really rare.

"I wanted to ask you for a favour, actually", he finally said. "You remember that young woman that was found on the street near your entrance last night?"

Davidson nodded. "Yes, surely. I was the one called 9-1-1. And I was wondering why no one showed up to interview me or my employees", he answered. "Well, I hope that girl is fine? She didn't look too good last night."

Nick frowned. No one was here after the ambulance picked the woman up? No one had asked questions about what happened?

He wasn't here this morning, he choosed the other two crime-scenes instead of looking at this one. If Wu hadn't put his finger especially on this place maybe it would have been lost completely …

"She's a lot better", Nick said. "But … here showed up nobody? You sure?"

"Absolutely!" Davidson said. "Me and my employees waited the entire morning in hope to help you guys but no one showed up."

Maybe the statement of the vic, Nick decided. LeFleur told him she said she wasn't released here.

"Did you see where she was coming from?" he asked.

"She and the two guys who let her stay in the middle of the street came right out of our basement, Detective", Davidson told him. "That's why we were wondering where you guys were."

Nick blinkened with bright eyes. "Out of your basement?" he asked.

Davidson nodded. "Yes. What the hell did she tell you? She and her escort came through the lounge in the middle of the weekly concert. We really had a hard time to explain this to the regular guests. Some of them were really scared. No wonder! That girl looked like a ghost and stumbled through the lounge as she was on drugs."

Nick took a deep breath and pulled his notebook out of his jacket. "Well, maybe that's because she told us she was released somewhere else and came here on her own", he said. But this explanation was wrong.

Something was going on here, and right now the place where all this weird things concentrate were here, in the basement.

"She was like drunken, she wasn't able to walk on her own. That's why we picked her up from the street where those two guys left her. No need of an accident right in front of our establishment."

That sounded more familiar Nick decided. "Can you describe those two guys?" he asked.

Davidson sighed. "I had a hard time to calm the guests down. But I think Maguerite had a pretty good look at them", he answered. "It's her day off tonight. But I can give you her number and address."

"That would be great, thank you", Nick smiled. "Anything else?"

Davidson looked at him. "No, don't think so."

"Where those guys did go? Did they return?" Nick asked.

"No, after they let that girl on the street they ran off, I think deeper into Old Town, maybe Pearl District."

Nick made a note.

Damned, he needed the forensics here, now! And maybe …

"You wanted to ask for a favour", Davidson said. "What is it?"

"I wanted to take a look into your basement. That's the favour", Nick said.

"No problem. We don't have anything to hide."

A knocking at the door let Nick move around. And he was really stunned after that door opened and Wu was looking into the office.

"Oh, good, you are already here", the Sergeant said. "I just wanted to tell you I brought a search-party and the forensics with me."

Nick blinkened and needed a moment before he was able to react. "That's great. I appreciate your fast work, Sergeant."

"Always on duty", Wu smiled and nodded in Davidson's direction. "Are we allowed to search the basement?"

"You are", Davidson said, handing over a sheet of paper with a name, phone and cell-number plus address. "That's Marguerite's." He said.

"Thank you." Nick stood up.

This turned out to be a very interesting he decided while he was following Davidson. Handing the paper to Wu Nick whispered: "What is going on here? We don't have a permission!"

"Sure we have", Wu answered, "we are a bunch of concerned citizens plus those guys here gave us the Wild Card to search."

"Is Tara with you?" Nick asked.

Wu sent him a look. "Sure she is!"

"Then she should drive over to this Marguerite Keene and taking her statement", Nick decided.

"Why Tara?" Wu asked.

"Because she's painting in her spare time. This Marguerite got a good look at those guys who brought the Mayor's Godchild back from underground", Nick answered.

A smile curled his lips up when he saw half of the daily shift waiting for him and Wu, plus two of the forensic-guys. His heart warmed up and he felt touched and thankful for all the help from his colleagues …

When Monroe came home the lights in the living-room were shining though the big window. Could mean Nick was at home.

Monroe sighed reliefed, grabbed the bag from his favourite Chinese Restaurant and pulled himself out of his VWBeetle. He looked down to the street and frowned when he didn't find Nick's truck around. But maybe the Grimm parked in one of the side-alleys or, most unlikely because then he would have to give him a ride tomorrow, he left his truck at the precinct.

Anyway, Monroe decided, locking the driver's door before he headed to his house. Nick at home would mean to hit two flies at once because Monroe still waited for Rosalee to call him back.

The front-door wasn't locked but closed.

Damned, he really had to talk to Nick about some things …

Monroe entered his home and closed and locked the door. "I'm at home. And I've brought our dinner with me!" He yelled while he turned around.

The bag with the food slipped from his hand when he noticed what happened to his living-room.

"What the hell … ?" Monroe's eyes widened.

The flatscreen layed on the floor, the couch was turned upside down, the shelves were torned apart. Heck, the clocks hanging at his walls were laying all over the floor.

Monroe was angry. "What the hell happened here?" he asked with a dark and throaty voice. He woged into the Blutbad and growled, sniffed then.

"Hundjäger!" This came out of this mouth like a swear.

Damned Hundjägers! As they didn't had enough trouble with the four Nick killed in that parking lot.

Monroe couldn't believe it. Why a Hundjäger should break into his house and torn it apart? Why should anyone …

"Hands where I can see them, Blutbad!" An unfamiliar voice ordered in his back.

Monroe turned around, his eyes glowing in dark red, still growling and ready to fight.

A Hundjäger stood in front of the stair next to the front-door, a gun in his hand.

"I said hands up, Blutbad!" The Hundjäger ordered.

"Bruckner?" Monroe asked, wogeing back into his human form.

"I'm the one, asking questions, Blutbad", the Hundjäger said to him.

Monroe opened his mouth again, began to shook his head. "We are on the same side, man!" He declared.

"Seriously not!" The Hundjäger said hard. "I'm not on one side with a Blutbad and a corrupt Grimm. What you have to pay to him for letting you alive, he?"

"Are you serious? Man, Nick and I are friends!"

"A Blutbad as a friend of a Grimm? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No, but I think you make a mistake. Call your sister, man. I know her and I'm sorry for the loss her family has to fight."

"Don't talk that way!" The Hundjäger warned, lifting the gun aiming a point between Monroe's eyes.

"I'm a Wider, just like your sister and her family. Like you, man!" Monroe said.

"I don't believe a Blutbad!"

"Then believe her! I'll call her for you?" Monroe wanted to pull his cell out of his pocket but the Hundjäger went in front of him.

"I said don't move!"

The barrel of the gun was the last Monroe saw before the weapon hit his head …

Nick pressed the buttom and turned his flashlight into the small entrance. Like a sharp, white finger the light cut into the darkness but finally lost the battle against the allmighty night beneath the basement of Hobo's.

"Damned!" Nick whispered trying to focus on what he thought he would see on the far other side of the wooden barreer.

"Probably we should wait", Wu said to him. "This manager just called the guides. They know the tunnels down here the best."

"I know." Nick lowered his flashlight and sighed.

Waiting made him nervous. He could feel they were close to the kidnappers. The longer they had to wait, the more time those bad guys had to get rid off any evidence – and probably to vanish.

On the other side, the forensics were searching the basement and the rest of his volunteers were busy with checking the tunnels. Unfortunately it seemed that there were much more tunnels then anyone had expected, so finally Nick and Wu were on their own down here.

"How did you call this?" Nick asked.

"This was a sort of … ahm … brothel", Wu answered. "Don't know where that tunnel is leading to. I mean, they closed it with the note it's not safe. So I don't think it's an usual tour-target."

"Or those kidnappers had closed this to hide their base", Nick said and pulled his cell out of the pocket. "We need some search-dogs down here."

"Without wallet? Tell me how!"

Monroe was the answer but …

"What do you think you are doing. Down here there's no service." Wu sounded amused.

"Yeah, I see that." Nick put his cell back into his pocket.

Damned! If he could get Monroe down here he was sure they would find a lead, anything showing them the direct way to the other vics and probably to the bad guys. But the longer they had to wait …

Nick grabbed one of the latches closing the entry and pulled on it.

"What do you think you are … oh!" Wu stared after the latch loosened. "Wow, nice workout, huh?"

Nick smirked lighting up again his flashlight he leaned towards into the now bigger entrance and took another look.

Okay, one side of the tunnel was collapsed into a deeper floor, so it was possible the closure was done because of real danger. But …

Again! There was some movement on the other side of the cave-in.

"Hello?" Nick yelled into the darkness. "Is there anyone?"

Somewhere some drops of hopeful water dropped into a puddle, but that was all answer Nick got.

"This is the Portland Police! Answer me!" he yelled again. Still nothing.

But he was sure to see something down there. A movement. A shadow moving from one side to the other and back again.

What the hell ... ?

"Maybe it's a ghost", Wu suggested. "I mean this area is included into the Haunted Tour."

Nick sent the Sergeant a look, then … he decided to try his luck and began to climb into the small entrance he just opened up.

"What are you doing? Nick!" Wu grabbed his arm, trying to hold him back.

"I'm trying to get a better look at your ghost", Nick said, freeing his arm he stepped backwards.

"That's not safe!" Wu warned.

"I'll be careful." Nick said, frowning after he noticed that the Sergeant wanted to follow him. "You stay there and wait for those guides!" he ordered.

"Someone has to watch your back, Nick. That's dangerous!"

"I'll be careful, okay?" Nick turned around. Small stones beneath the soles of his shoes cracked loud and made him shiver. Damned, this was loud!

"Be careful! I don't want to explain to Hank why his partner broke his neck while he was in the hospitel", Wu called.

"I'll be." Nick lifted his flashlight again to the other end of the tunnel.

There! Again this movement!

"This is Portland Police!" Nick called again. "Who's there?"

He stepped forward, trying to test the ground underneath his shoes. Only some more steps before he would meet the cave-in.

Again that dark figure moved from one side to the other.

"Hello?" Nick yelled.

With his free hand he tried to get hold on the wall of the tunnel while he stepped forward. Then he paused after he heard something.

"Was that a giggle?" He heard Wu asking.

And that was what he heard too. A giggle. But this giggling didn't come from the other side of the tunnel.

Nick lowered his flashlight to the cave-in, trying to figure out where this voice was coming from.

"Hello?" he called again. "Is someone down there?"

Another sound, like the rush of wings. Nick lifted his flashlight again.

"Come back! That's too dangerous!" Wu yelled behind him.

"One moment", Nick answered.

The wall on the side of the tunnel shimmered in the light. Water ran down the wall. But there was …

Nick noticed a dark red fluid also coming out of the wall.

"I think I've found something!" He yelled over his shoulder. "Here's something. Could be blood!"

He tipped with one finger into that fluid. It felt different, not really like blood, more like …

With a crack a part of the ceiling broke loose.

"NICK!" He heard Wu scream while he reeled backwards, lifting his arms above his head to protect himself. The ground was slippery and let him slip another step backwards. But there wasn't any concrete ground anymore.

Nick tried to stabilize himself with falling forward but it was too late. He lost the balance and fell backwards into the cave-in.

"NICK!" His uniformed colleague screamed again, then there was a sharp pain when Nick's head collided with a rock. A moment later he was laying on the ground, nearly unconscious and dizzy.

Somewhere he heard someone again yelling his name. His head felt so heavy when he tried to lift it up. And then … there were footsteps.

Nick somewhere managed to lift himself up onto his elbows. Still dizzy he looked into direction the steps were coming from. His flashlight was laying only some steps away and lighted up this tunnel. And there was another person coming up for him.

Nick blinkened several times before his sight was clear again. He looked up into the face of the other person.

And for a second everything was clear, oh so clear to him!

"You?"

A hard kick on the side of his head let Nick slip completely into darkness …