"Agents Bonham and Jones"

With their practised straight faces and cheap suits, all it took was a flash of one of their many fake ID's and they were in the building. As soon as the Winchester brothers had entered Portland, they found out about the 'suspicious' death of Sophia Cooper. They checked into the nearest motel and headed to the crime scene immediately. Unfortunately, the crime scene was located hardly ten minutes away from the Central Precinct Justice Center. So by the time they got there, cops were flowing in and out like a river. From what they could gather, apparently the girl- blonde, aged 21, and 'the nicest girl you could ever meet'- was somehow linked to many of the officers and her death had hit close to home. But of course, no matter how attached to this girl they may have been they would probably never know the truth surrounding her death which, by the strong smell of sulphur that hit Sam and Dean's noses, seemed to be demon related. After escaping into the next room away from the abundance of officers, the two brothers decided to split up; Dean going to do some digging in the local library and Sam searching the internet for anything useful whilst waiting for Cas at the motel.

"Sam" Dean started to say.

"Dean?" Sam replied, turning back around to face his brother.

"You two alright?"

The two Winchesters jumped slightly at the new voice coming from the doorway and turned around to see someone that was probably a detective leaning against the door frame.

"They want to clear up here if that's okay with you," the detective said when he got no reply from the other two.

"Sure, thanks Detective?..."

"Griffin" the man replied with a slight smile before turning and leaving. Sam and Dean exchanged a look that resembled something along the lines of 'that was close' before also leaving.

It was on the third ring of his cell phone that Nick woke up. He blinked slightly at the sunlight coming in through the windows straight into his eyes. Slowly, he pulled himself up into a sitting position. After suddenly being hit with the memory of the previous night's events, he realised he was still in the trailer. Looking over to his left, his saw Trubel curled up on the bed asleep with one of the many books they had in her hand. Nick cast his in front of him to see something that he couldn't fight back a smile at. Monroe was also asleep in the chair opposite him, the book he had been reading open across his chest. Nick's cell began to ring again, causing Monroe to stir slightly. Nick grabbed the cell, went outside, shut the door as quietly as he could, and answered the call.

"Hey," he said, his voice still slightly husky from sleep.

"Hey Nick, it's Hank"

"Oh hey, there's some stuff I seriously need to talk to you about"

"Well first of all, you remember Sophia?"

"The girl who used to drop by all the time?"

"Yeah, she's dead"

"Really? When?"

"Last night"

"Do you think it might be Wesen?"

"I dunno man; this one seems kinda weird even for us. I mean, even the FBI turned up"

"Well I think it might be, I'll explain every later but long story short I saw something that had wings and glow- wait a minute, did you say the FBI showed up?"

"Yeah, but it was kind of suspicious. None of the cops I've spoken to remember calling for the FBI and I walked in on them having a conversation and something just didn't seem right about them"

"What were their names?"

"Agents Bonham and Jones. But they addressed each other by their first names, Sam and... Dean I think"

"Okay well, I should probably go back to pawing over the hundreds of books I didn't even know I had, trying to figure what the hell I saw last night. I'll talk later"

Tucking his phone back into his pocket, Nick turned back around and climbed back up into the trailer. As he shut the door, a groan sounded from behind him. Shifting himself to look around, he saw the rather entertaining sight of Trubel waking up. Her hair was stuck up at angles Nick didn't even know existed and after opening her eyes for two seconds she quickly shut them again.

"Too bright" she managed to mumble. Nick huffed out a laugh as she curled up in a desperate attempt to shield her eyes from the morning sunlight. It seemed she had quickly become adapt to sleeping in late since she had moved in with Nick and Juliette. Monroe was also waking but he seemed to be more used to early mornings. He stretched his arms up, causing the book that had been lying across his chest to fall to the floor. Nick rolled his eyes and smiled as Monroe stared down at the book on the floor, confused as to what had just happened to make it fall.

"I should probably call Rosalee" Monroe said, looking down at his watch that told him it was already 9:30 am.

"Food" Trubel mumbled just loud enough for the other two to hear as she rolled over to face them but with her head still buried in the mattress. Monroe smiled down at the younger Grimm.

"Yes, and I'll get food" he flashed her a smile before stepping outside and closing the door behind him. Not long after, the two Grimms heard the sound of Monroe's car pulling back from the trailer and driving away.

"You should probably call Juliette, " Trubel said as she sat up and looked over at Nick, her hair still a deifying-gravity mess but her eyes slightly brighter and more alert now. Without another word, Nick grabbed his phone out of his pocket once more and dialled Juliette's number.

Soon enough, Nick had informed Juliette of the previous night's events as much as he could and just as he was about to step back inside Monroe's car pulled up next to the trailer once again. Together they climbed back into the trailer and both ended up witnessing a still slightly sleep-dazed Trubel attempting to continue the research they had begun last night. After a few moments, Nick took pity on her and took the book in her hands, flipped it up the correct way, and placed it back in her hands.

"There, you might find it easier to read now"

Trubel scowled slightly which only made Nick's smile grew wider. But Trubel's sour expression soon turned sweet when the smell of bacon hit her nose as Monroe handed out the breakfast he had brought them.

"Guys," Trubel started, her mouth full with food "we have been searching for this thing for over twelve hours and we have gotten completely nowhere"

Neither Monroe nor Nick said a word but they both knew she was right, this wasn't getting them any closer to finding out what Nick had seen the night before.

"Maybe... maybe we need to look somewhere else" Nick almost whispered, mostly speaking to himself.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this trailer has been handed down from Grimm to Grimm for generations but maybe, just maybe, what I saw was something new, something none of our ancestors ever found"

"Nick, that's hardly-" Monroe began to say but Nick cut him off, his mind working like clockwork to try and figure out what was going on.

"You've seen these books; some of these Wesen were only discovered a few years ago. It's entirely possible that what I saw was something completely new. It has happened to us before"

"So, you're saying we have to try and figure out for ourselves what the hell you saw even though pretty much the only thing you keep saying is that it had glowing skin and huge wings?" Trubel sighed.

"Another weird thing, you know Sophia Cooper?" Nick said, suddenly changing subject. Trubel and Monroe both hummed in acknowledgement; neither knew the girl personally but they had seen her around the precinct a few times.

"Well she died last night, about the same time that I saw him. Hank sent me the files and it's weird even by our standards, a couple of FBI agents even showed up"

"What, really?"

"Yeah, Hank said their names were Bonham and Jones. But there was something not quite right about them"

"Wait, what were their names?" Trubel suddenly sat up, a look of confusion flashing across her face.

"Bonham and Jones"

At this point, the younger Grimm almost fell off the bed.

"What? What is it?"

"Bonham and Jones. Aka, John Bonham and John Paul Jones, the drummer and bassist in Led Zepplin. Either that is a very interesting coincidence or those guys weren't real FBI agents"

Nick stared at Trubel for a few moments in complete shock, trying to process what she had just said and how the hell she had made that connection so quickly.

"Just when I thought my day couldn't get much stranger... I'll call Hank"