Thanks for those of you who have reviewed my story so far and thanks to Kairan1979 and Riptide2 whose reviews in From the Bird's View partially helped me come up with some plot points for this chapter.
The Grimm Armory, Pt. 2
Hilda didn't want to know what this Grimm's cell phone bill looked like at the end of the month. But she probably guessed that his must have gone with the unlimited data plan just to sort though most of the stuff he worked on some cases. As the Grimm started to pound way on the Smartphone's touch screen, Hilda turned to look at her daughter who was content in drawing with her paper and colored pencils.
There were several pictures around her. Some of Silje and her mom. Some of the placed they stayed nights while they had been on the run. One of her and her mom taking a bath, with galoshes on... That had been a mother and daughter thing.
Chad, being scrubbed in a bathtub by Mr. Moo while in his Wesen form with his garbage truck parked outside. HIlda grinned at that image remembering the day that an old refrigerator had blown up full of rotten food across his clothes. It had taken him twelve showers, three cans of Lysol disinfectant, two large bottles of Febreze, and some serious scrubber pads to get the stink off. It was one of the better memories of her relationship with him. Silje even helped by being the smell inspector.
But it was one the other images that were there on the floor with Silje that caught her attention: One of Silje's father. Silje's father had died while serving in the Gulf and had been raised as part of the Kehrseite-Schlich-Kennen. It was weird when he didn't freak out when she had accidentally woged during sex.
Startled yes...
But not scared.
Hilda remembered how much of her heart was in her throat when that had happened.
She blinked a few times when he had said "You're a Wesen!?" This was more of an embarrassment for her than anything else when she had fallen off of him and was worried that she might be hurt in the process. But seeing Silje's father slowly caress her arm and rub the sides of one of her horns with his thumb showed that he wasn't going to bring her any harm.
Hilda grinned at that image as for the first time she felt comfortable just opening up and not hiding her Woge from the guys she had dated . . . well the non-Wesen ones in this case. But it was how he traced his fingers through her hair and across her face that turned her knees to butter.
Warm, soft melted spread across biscuits just of the oven butter.
For the first time in her life Hilda felt in control as she was welcomed back into bed by this man and felt like she was losing her virginity all over again.
But this time around, without all of the fear and baggage she had brought to her first experience of having her uterus being broken open and squeezing the fool out of the guy when it took place between her legs.
Even for a human, Silje's father had been a Marine and given the entire Stop-loss mess, had to return to duty after their short two week furlough he had been on. But it had been long enough that after tour of duty he had been on that they had gotten married and conceived Silje within those three months while he had reassigned stateside. The only reason he had gotten those three months was due to a retraining on the new equipment that they were going to be using. After that he was going to be sent six months out to another base to help train new units that were going to be deployed overseas. All that time, she was carrying their daughter.
Hilda still had the pictures of herself covered he bed sheets and ribbons and one in chocolate sauce showing her naked body and the overgrowing belly carrying their child that she had enclosed in the e-mails she had sent out to him. Off and on, the two had kept close during that time apart. He had even made it back for Silje's birth crashing through the doors of the water birthing room with a Oregon state trooper chasing right behind him. The fact that his daughter was born with a tail hadn't bothered him. This was their daughter and they loved her deeply.
For the next three and a half years, they had been a family. That was until a Roadside IED had taken his life when he had been deployed back to Iraq for two weeks to deliver Roving toasters, (RC trucks with Toaster coils on top) that would set off heat based IEDs. In this case, the IED had been set up with a delay and hit the convoy right on.
Several of the Wesen in his unit had considered him a friend and had done the burning of his files and videos to DVD and mailed them to her after it had happened. Hilda had cried after she had been notified that it hurt. With that she focused her rage upon her furniture and walls of her home. Hilda's blows had come down so hard that the areas of the walls and furniture she had damaged looked like they had been tossed out of a window . . . from a skyscraper. That was when she had met Chad... after she shot a couch out of the living room window. For the most part Hulda tended to be passive creatures, but when they are hurt... even emotionally Well, they are not weak creatures you want to mess with.
Chad had helped her clean up the glass and the mess. The only rooms that had been spared had been the kitchen and Silje's room. Hilda and been planning on remodeling where they were living when Silje's father returned, but in the light of the events that had taken place the demolished wall kinda of signified the start of this new chapter of their lives.
Sex was the last thing on her mind with Chad given that her sister had come into town to help her through the hard part of her husband's death and the rework of the apartment. Rosie had been there letting her have a "couch" to curl up on as some of the rooms were being be redone especially the period of three weeks where the bathrooms were out.
But given Silje's age, it was seen as a sort of camp out and a time to bond with each other.
There was the occasional question of when would her Daddy be back. Hilda had to deal with the fact that her husband was gone. The cardboard cutout he had made before leaving on his deployment was still in Saljie's room, but taking it down was too hard for Hilda as she slowly worked with the therapist during the grief counseling. Bringing Silje along to the sessions so she could grieve was some of the longest days of her life.
Grief support groups helped through the hardest moments and the coffee sure helped. Hilda still went a few times a month whenever she had found something of her husband's lying around, especially one of his dress shirts that had been grabbed by Silje and hidden with her stuffed animals in the bottom of her toy chest.
That was when Hilda looked to see her daughter drawing the Grimm.
"Mr. Grimm..." Silje said looking up from her drawing. "What was your first Woge like?" The Grimm looked up from his notes that were across his desk.
"What do you mean by first Woge?" The Grimm responded back."Are you talking about the first Wesen I saw Woge or do you mean when I found out I was a Grimm?"
"Both?" Silje said with curiosity. Hilda was concerned about this given that this Grimm probably wouldn't be happy about speaking about his...
"Hexenbeist..." The Grimm said aloud. Hilda looked over in shock. "The first Wesen I saw woge was a Hexenbiest." The Grimm said leaning back in his chair as he sighed. "Scared the crap out of me." The Grimm turned and looked over at Silje. "I am sitting outside of this law firm waiting for my friend Hank to show up and I see this woman. A female lawyer who looked really hot, come walking across the breezeway between office buildings with a large cup of coffee in her hands, and the next thing I see is that she morphs into this scary hag creature for a moment before shifting back. We definitely made eye contact and I think she knew it." A long sigh followed that. "A second later, my friend Hank comes over and places his hand on my shoulder and I snapped back to reality." Hilda's jaw was on the floor.
"Holy Crap..." Hilda said in shock as she leaned against a large cabinet that was in the trailer.
"Mom." Silje protested out. "Language!" Hilda looked over to daughter realizing that she had been scolded for using one of the 'Banned' words that she wasn't allowed to use around the house.
"That was an understatement." The Grimm replied back.
"So... when did you become a Grimm?" Silje said with her interest piqued.
"Silje... Please... Grimms..." Hilda felt worried about what was going to be said next.
"Silje, what do you know about when Grimms become Grimms?" The girl sat up wrapping the blanket around her partially exposed body.
"Um... Well according to my friend Molly... she is an Eisbiber and she says that Grimms gain their powers when a family member of theirs dies." there was a long pause after she had said that. "Is that true?!" The uncertainty in the girl's voice spoke volumes. Hilda looked at the Grimm as he sighed for a hard long time and just chewed on the question presented to him.
"Actually, it is terminal illnesses and or death." this statement got Hilda's attention.
"What?" Hilda said as she looked at the Grimm.
"Terminal illnesses and or death. The main reason I know about that is that my grandfather and my aunt on my Mom's side of the family both had terminal illnesses and that is how their powers were passed on to their kin." The Grimm seemed a bit wary on revealing something. Maybe it was due to the sensitivity on the subject being death and all of a fellow family member.
"Did you lose anyone at a young age?" Silje said worried.
"Ah... My parents in a car accident when I was a kid, about twelve years old. I later learned it was an assassination attempt to take out my family." there was a long sigh from the Grimm as if this was a sensitive subject on the matter. "That last part was something I learned about a year or so ago while investigating another crime pertaining to a murdered Fuchsbau who owned a jewelry shop here in town. That case got ugly given the sheer body-count caused by that gang of Schakals that targeted various Grimm families."
"Did you..." Hilda gulped hard thinking that this Grimm had done some head chopping to avenge his family members.
"I wished I did..." The Grimm said disappointed. "Most of them got taken out by Farly Colt... the former fiancé of Marie Kessler. Only took down one, who died trying to kill my Captain and their leader Kimura was poisoned in jail, probably for knowing too much about the Nobels treasure or by some family member of another Grimm getting to him."
"Okay..." Hilda said concerned. "So... any other Grimms that came into town looking for this Kimura guy?"
"One or two." There was this slight grin from the Grimm. "One of them was family; I hope to see one day again. Dangerous, but... want's to make up for some lost time, though Monroe and Rosalee have met her. They have her begrudging respect given the crisis of a Mauvais Dentes hit man blowing into town and a serial killing Hexenbiest blowing out of town."
"Wow..." Salje sat up with her knees in front and the blanket wrapped around her and propped her hands on chin listening to this enraptured. that was when the phone rang and the Grimm looked at the name.
"Oh, crap..." The Grimm said picking up the phone. "Hey Valentina..." The Grimm listened for a while. "Yeah, I know I was going to get the information to you. Give me a sec. I kinda of got a case tossed into my lap." The mood of the Grimm changed. "No... Actually I am near the books at this time. Give me a sec to look up the sections pertaining to our water breathing Bitch."
With that the Grimm got up and walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed several books off of the selves and moved them over to the table. Quickly opening them the Grimm rapidly flipped through several pages and stopped on images pertaining to a strange woman and picking up his phone he continued talking. "Okay... I hope that you have your e-mail account ready because I am taking the photos now and will be sending them off to you. If you send me your files on La Llorona maybe we can come up with a plan to catch her if she resurfaces again."
The Grimm listened... "Hey... everyone thought you were nuts until you ran into me. Now at least we have the Feds helping us out to be on the alert for this pattern of attacks. Maybe we can catch up in a couple of hours and talk... Okay... give your sister a hug... family is important... be glad that you still have the ones' you do and are able to spend time with them. You don't know how much time you have left until they are gone... Yeah... I know that La Llorona killed your nephew. You are not the only one who has gone through loss of a family member." The Grimm just listened for a time on the phone helping this person... a fellow Grimm through their loss. "Yeah... My Aunt… Hexenbeist. Listen start sending me a link to those files... you too. I'll tell Hank you said hi."
With that the call ended and the Grimm started up the Smartphone's camera app and started to take pictures of the texts he had opened to. Sometimes the Grimm took two or three images of a particular page or a section of text before moving to another page, signifying the importance of the information. The number of entries on this particular Wesen was incredible. But it was the image of children that were being drowned that made Hilda worry. This individual looked like a sick crossbreed between a Naiad and a Hexenbeast, and probably had the same powers of the two Wesen races to boot.
"This Wesen... she..." Hilda was looking back and forth from the pages in the books and back towards her daughter.
"Kills, Human, Wesen and Grimm Children... yes..." The Grimm said sighing at the number of entries on this true monster that preyed upon the truly innocent.
"That woman on the phone she... was she... a ..."
"Cop... formally of the Albuquerque Police Department."
"So she knows about the Wesen community!?" Hilda said seeing more of the images in the book before her.
"She is like me... a part of the Wesen community." The Grimm said moving between books with his phone clicking when it came to a stop over the images.
"Oh..." Hilda said taking a step back. "This is why you came to the trailer today... it was to take photos of these texts to send to your fellow officer so she could work her case."
"Actually... not so much work it, given that this particular perpetrator had come to Portland during this past Halloween and we were able to disrupt the ceremony and save the three kids this La Llorona was about to drown. I have been working with her to fill in the blanks in each other's files about this particular individual so that she can have some closure over what happened with her nephew." the Grimm moved over and opened up another book and flipped the pages to an image of a feline Wesen. "She has been providing me with some information about other types of Wesen she has come across as we await for another year to pass to see if this La Llorona drowned after I punched her into an unconscious mess underwater, or if she got away."
"Oh..." Hilda looked at the image on the page. "Balm... a Meso American type of Wesen, they are known for obsessive behaviors when it comes of finding individuals who have harmed a family member. Extremely daring creatures known to act first and think later. Tend to be hostile and or wary of Grimms. Their woge is similar to that of Blutbadden in that they are able to shift specific parts of their body to their woged state. Their eyes will take on a predatory feline glowing appearance like a Blutbaddens wolf eyes, but they will also have pronounced fangs when eyeing a prey. In addition, their furn will shift from white with black stripes, to having a purple bluish hue in low light conditions to provide a level of camouflage in low and bright light environments. This Wesen is also known to take on the role of protector of the land. Given Valentina's experience she has stated the quite a few Balam have become police officers, firefighters, ranchers, environmentalists, and National Guard soldiers." Hilda looked up from the text and back at the Grimm. "Wow..."
"Yeah, and one of the children that was drowned by the La Llorna was a young Balam child and Valentina's nephew. What makes things worse for Valentina was that she tried to save the La Llorna's life when she faked a suicide attempt by drowning in a nearby river. Valentina dove into the water after her to save her and in the process the La Llrona snuck out of the water snatched her nephew before killing him on Halloween night." The Grimm got real quite after that.
"Ouch..." Hilda said looking back at the images of the weeping woman. "No wonder Valentina is pissed." Hilda was a mom, if anything happened to Silje, how far would she go to hunt down the bastard that had hurt her.
"Yeah, that is an understatement." The Grimm said as he reached over and hit the send button on his phone. "Valentina isn't going to stop until this individual is arrested, dead, and turned into cat food."
"So... traditional Grimm head chopping isn't going to cover it for her. She wants to make sure this individual is dead. I'd guess that she at some point probably scored a Blutbaden's meat grinder to use for the task?!"
"I don't know... and I didn't ask." The Grimm said defensively.
"The less you know the better. Gotcha..." Hilda said heading back to sit next to her daughter and deeply sighed. "Yeah..." With that the Grimm closed several of the books up and started to go back working on her case.
Nick spent the next hour or so working through the information on his Smartphone, between the translation app he had on it Nick had translated Blade's Edge Industries into several languages and had gotten names such as Schergrat, Filospada. So playing a hunch he Googled the terms and found several references to Ogers. Then the description of the injuries Silje had mentioned had started to make sense, painful sense. Siegbarstes. Quickly Nick started to look through his books to see what he could learn about taking down a Siegbarste with small arms fire as he reached out and made a call in to Hank.
It took a moment for Hank to pick up his phone and speak.
Hank was at the Crime scene and they were running through it.
"Nick... what sort of mess have you pulled yourself into?" Hank said sounding worried.
"How bad are we talking here?" Nick said over the phone.
"There is a guy here who looks like he went fifteen rounds with the freaking Terminator." Hank said dropping any pretense that this wasn't anything other than a mess of loaded Wesen dropped in his lap. "Now tell me that I am not looking for the type of perp that changes into something with fangs or claws!" Nick decided to get to the point.
"Hank, the suspect that you are looking for doesn't have Claws... though he does have superhuman strength."
"What type of funky weirdness am I dealing with?" Hank said awaiting Nick's answer.
"Hank, the person that whose body that I told you to find is a Iguanidae, he is an aquatic Wesen and from what I have been able to figure out from digging around and found out that he was working for the new Queen of the Mielfers. Take a guess on whose her main competition is? I'll give you a hint. He and his associates were involved in a little mess in drowning an Ecibiber in concrete."
"Sal Butrell!" Hank almost shouted over the phone. "Wait... didn't we book that guy, and is he currently serving Twenty-five to life for murder."
"Well, looks like some of his crew are still up to their old stuff." Nick said sorting through his notes. "Sal did do a lot of dealings with the various firms in town, some of it under the table, but I think that one of his past deals pissed a lot of people off."
"So you think that Sal's boys ordered the hit?" Hank said as he leaned over the dead body.
"Well, you have to do some of the leg work on this Hank because I have been quarantined." Nick said as he leaned against the desk.
"What do you mean quarantined? Are you sick man?" Hank said concerned.
"Not exactly, the woman whose place you are in right now... Well I am with her and her little one is sick. She has the Wesen form of the Chicken Pox and Rosalee has been working on the Medicine to treat the kid. Listen are there a few glasses that are in the counter I need you to run them down to the crime lab and get a chemical work up on the contents and give that to Rosalee. She might be able to help narrow down who had the stuff made up, but so far we have narrowed the list down to Blade Edge Industries, one of Sal's Holding companies." Nick said updating his partner.
"So, you want to create a paper trail so that when we catch his person that we have the evidence to hold them on. Understood man, but I get the feeling that the Captain might start wondering how we did the run down on this stuff." Hank said worrying about his job.
"Just state that we are using available community resources, and we are leaning on a local expert on botanical pharmacology. I.e. Rosalee who helped us in investigating her brother's murder." Nick said putting some rational to the situation.
"That might work Man, but we have to be careful with how much of the Wesen community we use in our cases. People might start talking about things." Nick nodded.
"I understand Hank." Nick said looking over his notes. "Well, I'll see what other information I can get out of the witnesses and check back in with you."
"Okay, you do that Nick and hopefully I can cover your ass with this. Talk with you late, man." With that Hank hung up his phone.
Hilda waited as she slowly gave her statement as the Grimm went into Cop Mode and as she started to give her statement she felt last scared of the Grimm as he recorded the information into his Smartphone. Mostly as she looked over at her daughter drawing she remembered the day of Silje's birth, her first day of school, her first woge. That was when she had to get up and walk over to stretch her legs as she felt her back creak. At that moment the Grimm's phone rang.
Picking it up the Grimm looked down at the number and answered it.
"Monroe."
"Hey Nick, I got the stuff that Rosalee sent me to drop off and a few other things." A male voice said over the phone. "Listen, there are a few care items that I am including to make things a bit easier for you all given that you are stuck in there for the next few hours, and considering that that trailer doesn't have a bathroom what I am dropping off should be a godsend." That was when there was shuffling taking place outside. Before the Grimm could do anything Monroe called out over the phone. "Hey man stay put, I don't want to catch this stuff, from what I have read Blutbadden are said to nearly shred their skin off of their body from the sheer skin rash it gives folks... Just wait for me to get into the car first before you do a supply run." And with that watched as the Grimm moved towards the window and looked outside. Hilda moved over and looked out as well. The talk curly haired bearded man was unloading a slew of stuff from his VW Beetle and was placing it several steps from the door of the trailer.
"Monroe, that looks to be a lot of stuff that you are unloading. How long are we going to be stuck in here?" The Grimm said with concern.
"From what I have heard from Rosalee about a day or two until the most of the stuff passes, think about it as being like a camping trip." Monroe said he kept putting stuff on the ground. Then Nick saw a bucket with a toilet seat lid on it.
"Uh, Monroe... I get the feeling that this is looking more like a earthquake preparedness kit than being quarantined."
Monroe looked up and waved at the trailer,
"Well, I am going a little overboard here given what Rosalee said about this bug, but considering that I tossed in some reading material for you guys that is somewhat kid friendly." Monroe said as he held up a large bag of books.
"Thanks man." Nick said as the last of the Beetle's forward trunk was unloaded and Monroe got inside and started to back his car up.
"Listen, I am going to see what I can do to help Hank until Rosalee says that it is safe for you guys to come out."
"Play it safe. This was Hank's day off and he has to make it up to his God daughter. See if you can help the guy after you do the rundown on what to get a Teenage girl."
"I'll see what I can do with Rosalee." With that Monroe pulled away as he waved. "I'll let Juliette know that you are sitting on a witness who has a sick kid and won't be back tonight."
"Yeah... You do that Monroe..." There was something in the Grimm's voice that spoke volumes.
"Looks like we have some stuff to get in." Hilda said as she looked at the stuff outside.
"Yeah..." Nick said as he moved back from the window and started to shelf books and other stuff back on the shelves. "Give me a sec or two to clear this stuff up so that we have enough room to put all those supplies in here."
Nick had spent that last fifteen minutes helping Hilda move the supplies Monroe had dropped off into the trailer.
It was strange, Nick had been on a few stakeouts while on investigations, even had to sit on a witness or two. One of them being with a certain blond Hexenbeast that he just should have shot in the leg as a nice warning due to all the trouble she had left in her wake.
But with Hilda, he didn't see a threat, he just saw... A mother… who was at this time over her head, but was willing to give it her all to make sure her child lived to make it another day.
Once the stuff had been loaded, Nick looked at the jar of salve that Rosalee had cooked up and created. On the side of the jar Nick read over the instructions. The bush script style of Rosalee's handwriting stood out as he read the instructions.
Contents should only be used externally!
Apply salve to one's skin, once while woged and once while un-woged
Use twice daily until rash is abated,
Nick didn't know how long that would take, but given that Silje's rash was growing he decided to make a privacy screen for Silje and her mom so that they could put the stuff on Silje's body in peace.
Taking a blanket that he had found in the trailer, some clothes pins and some heavy rope, Nick started to rig up a crude bathroom, privacy area in the back of the trailer. Placing a plastic tarp on the floor and the bathroom bucket behind the screen area they had a least a place to go when nature called.
"Well I made a crude bathroom area for all of us." Nick said as he came out from around the privacy curtain, Hilda looked up at him as she was helping her daughter eat some chemical warmer canned instant soup.
Nick looked down at the 24-pack of soup Monroe had gotten them that would tide them over until the main meal that Monroe had made for them would be done. Over in the corner Nick had plugged in the slow-cooker, and it was slowly ticking away making a vegetarian pot pie that would be done in about three hours.
"Thanks..." Hilda said as she helped Silje down the last of her soup. "Okay, Silje is your tummy full?"
"Uh Ha..." Silje nodded at her mom. Then there was a little belch from the girl. "Sorry." Nick Grinned as he moved out of the way to let the Mother and child through to the privacy area.
"Thanks, for doing this..." Nick held up his hands showing that he wasn't a threat.
"I don't mind. You turned a day of me catching up on my entries to being a real adventure." with that Nick watched as Hilda ushered her daughter past him and towards the curtain.
Sitting back Nick moved some stuff around so that he could A) plug in his phone to charge, and B) get out his journal to add information about his own cases. Pulling out his police notebooks, and flipping them towards the pages he had in question he took out a pen and started to sketch out some of the more memorable images he had of the two cases.
Hilda knelt down on the toilet bucket and had Silje take off the blanket she had around her along with her underwear so that she could slather on the cream Rosalee had made for them. As Hilda worked her way around her daughter's body she paused for a moment on Silje's lower back to caress the small scar where Silje's tail had been removed right after birth. The plastic surgeon had done a wonderful job concealing the tail's location, but if she pressed her fingers against the small bulge of fat above Silje's buttocks the scar would reveal itself. She grinned, at-least her daughter would be able to wear a thong when she was older, in Hilda's case she still had the jagged scar mark where the doctor had gone too deep right after she was born. Some Huldafolk would put wide tattoos to cover them up. In Hilda's case, she just modified her wardrobe and had a bit of botox injected to kill the fat ridge. The scar was there, but she could at least wear a bikini without too many people gawking at her unless it worked its way down while swimming.
Giving her daughter a hand full of cream, she told Silje to start to rub her arms and legs with the stuff. After days of running, it was like her life was slowly getting back to normal.
"I'm done mommy..." Silje said as she turned around. Hilda looked at her child as she reached down and give her daughter back her underwear before wrapping up her daughter with the blanket.
"Stay here for a second while a grab you your shirt." With that Hilda moved around the curtain and saw the Grimm working in one of his journals with several small notebooks around him.
"So how is Silje doing?" The Grimm said looking up from his text.
"She is doing well. I think we got to it in time where she won't be as itchy in the future." Hilda said as she reached in to the pile of her daughter's clothing a brought out a shirt.
"That's good." The Grimm said as he turned to see Silje peeking her head around the privacy curtain. The Grimm waved before looking back at Hilda and going back to his drawing. Hilda moved back over to where her daughter was and pushed her back behind the curtain and had her put her shirt on. Given that the Grimm wanted to leave them alone, it was unusual seeing a Grimm looking like he was studying for an exam.
Hilda watched as the Grimm started to sketch out a Seelengut, then nearby on another page there was a rough layout of several figures standing in what looked to be a church. That was when Silje moved over and looked at the book in front of the Grimm.
"That looks like my friend Tiffany." The Grimm stopped and looked at her.
"Really..." The Grimm wasn't angry, Hilda expected for the Grimm to attack the Silje, but he didn't. "What is she like?"
"Uh, really shy, but tends to hang with other sheep people."
"Yeah, sounds about the same."
"Does she feel more confident when there are other like her around." Silje nodded.
"Uh Ah... She does."
"Even around Blutbads?"
Silje nodded again. "Yeah,.. How did you know?"
"Just a case I worked." The Grimm said as Silje walked around the desk and looked at the picture.
"Can you tell me about it?" Silje woged.
"It is a little violent." The Grimm said with concern.
"Does a bad person get punished?" Silje said wondering.
"You mean the Blutbad, he gets his end."
"By you?" Silje said wondering.
"No, but in a way I set the events in motion for his downfall."
"Can you tell me the story?" Silje said looking over at the Grimm as she clutched onto Mr. Moo.
"Okay, I'll tell you the story." This was when he raised his finger up to stop her. "Remember, I am reading off of my police log notes for part of this, so it won't be really adventurous, it will be just the facts that I have gathered and know of."
"Okay..." Silje said as she looked around to find a place to sit, then realizing that making a pile of pillows she lay down on the floor and started to listen.
Nick took a look at his notes and remembered what Robin the Seltenvögel had said while he had started to help be her consultant for her fantasy novel series.
Start by setting the scene, and let the facts fall into place.
Robin was doing well for herself, and in a way it helped him connect with his ancestors when it came to some of the more unique weapons in his weapons cabinet. He swore that their Fruit Ninja sessions that he and Monroe had e-mailed to her must have made it into one of her books by now.
In a way she had helped him with his writing as well and his current journal entries started to feel less like police reports and more like the format of the previous entries had been over the centuries.
Remembering that, he started to tell the story.
Sorry about taking so long to write this, but I had the first part of this written prior to posting the first chapter and had to tweak it to add information from some of the more recent episodes.
In addition to this story, I am also doing a one-shot with Elly and Jake from One Night Stand.
If you have any ideas for either story, please let me know.
All else, let me know what you have enjoyed so far of the story.