It had been a good day, all in all. To be fair, one Eddie Monroe, blutbad and oftentimes reluctant helped to Grimm Nicholas Burkhardt (especially when said Grimm had stumbled upon another madcap scheme that he was always sure would work) counted any day he wasn't being nearly killed by the wesen of the week a good day, but still. This one had been better than most.

After all, when you're a police detective slash Grimm's faithful wesen companion, you rarely have a day completely free of any thing that doesn't involve a few violent crimes or the wesen community in an uproar about something new. And Monroe had even got to work on a few gorgeous clocks today, so yes. It was a good day.

So when he returned home and noticed the oddly shaped package on the table in his living, he did not immediately think it was something dangerous. Instead…

"Rosalee?" he called. She had said that she was going to be home, after all. "Do you what the thing on the table is?"

"Nick dropped it off," she called back in reply. His guess was that she was in the kitchen, but he couldn't be too sure. "He said it was an early Christmas gift for you."

"Thanks!"

Huh. It was nice of Nick to drop off an early gift for him. Maybe he had finally started to value Monroe's constant insights into wesen culture instead of just turning up for dinner when he wanted to. Curious, he reached out towards the gaily wrapped gift and started to carefully peel at the edges.

He was sure that whatever was inside would be brilliant.

Of course, he should have known better. It was Nick he was thinking about, after all.

Aesthetically, it was admittedly beautiful. It was made of fine silver, and shone brightly under Monroe's Christmas lights. The craftsmanship was obviously excellent, and it was definitely hand-made, and had probably cost Nick a pretty penny.

However, Monroe didn't notice any of that – he was too busy scowling at the item resting in his hands.

"Monroe? So, what did Nick give you after all?" That was Rosalee, drawn in by her own curiosity.

And then she noticed the dog-whistle that Monroe was holding, and lost it completely.

As he watched his girlfriend sink to the ground, shaking in uncontrollable laughter, Eddie Monroe, blutbad extraordinaire, started to scheme. There was absolutely no way he was going to let Nicholas Burkhardt, soon-to-be-dead Grimm, get away with this.

A/N: Because, you know, my mind is an odd place. Also there's the fact that Nick would so totally do this it isn't even funny. Of course, Hank's probably behind it all, so yeah :P
Also, Monroe is adorably grumpy because that's his default setting.
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