A/N: This one's a follow-up to Chapter 14, both of which are set in Season 1, sometime after 'Leave it to Beavers'

The phone call came from out of the blue.

Usually it was the other way around. It was Nick who was dropping in on Monroe, not the other way around – so, really, he was justified in being a bit suspicious. And then there was the fact that he had heard the smirk in the blutbad's voice when he mentioned that a package with Nick's name on it had been dropped off at his house.

Which, of course, meant that there was really only one thing he could do. It was just lucky that he didn't have a case, only some paperwork to complete at the moment.

"Hey, Hank?"

"Yeah?"

"Something's come up. Can you cover for me?"

"You owe for this," was his partner's predictable reply. "Next case, you're doing all the paperwork."

"Done."

He had been right. When he pulled up to the house, Monroe was smirking at him, too happy for Nick to be at all comfortable.

"Why are packages for me coming to your house?" was the first thing he asked, perhaps a bit snappishly. But considering the apocalypse he was sure was coming, Nick thought he was justified.

The smirk only widened further at the Nick's question.

"I've been told that you should be made to read this first before you can open the package," was his only reply, and Nick wanted to gnash his teeth at the mystery in Monroe's voice.

And then the blutbad handed him a bright Christmas card, and for some reason, the pit of dread in his stomach only grew.

Dear Mr Grimm, it read – and wasn't that a start that spoke of bad things to come?

We spoke to Monroe, who we have learned is well acquainted with you, and he pointed us towards something he felt might be appropriate for you.

It is a little token of appreciation from us, the wesen of Portland, for the fine work you do in catching those of us who go rogue. And for leaving the rest of us in peace.

We do hope that you do not decide to turn our gift on us.

We hope you have a Merry Christmas!

Jenny Whitfield, Luisant-Pêcheur, President, Portland Wesen-Human Alliance

Nick looked up, staring wide-eyed in shock at the laughing wolf in front of him. "What did you tell them exactly?" he growled. "I thought I asked you to let them know that I didn't need anything!"

At that, Monroe controlled his laughter, fixing Nick with a knowing stare. "Yeah, and that went over so well with the eisbieber," he remarked.

Nick sighed. He supposed Monroe had a point, but still…And then the rest of the card struck him.

"What exactly did they get me?" he asked, the slightest hint of panic starting to bleed through.

"Well, I suggested the traditional stuff – you know, food, warm clothes and all – but the eisbieber Lodge made it very clear that they had monopoly on that, so there was really only one thing left for me to say," Monroe commented as they walked into the house.

That…sounded ominous.

"What did you do, Monroe?" Nick exclaimed, slight panic slowly becoming full blown.

"Nothing at all," Monroe grinned, pulling out a long, thin, brightly wrapped package from behind his couch.

Giving him a suspicious look, Nick tore at the gift to find-

"A katana!" he exclaimed in disbelief. "A katana?"

"16th century work, very good and very pricey. Apparently the wesen who are terrified of you aren't just limited to the dredges of society. Who would have thought?" Monroe commented blithely, acting as though hadn't noticed Nick's murderous stare.

"Monroe-"

"You're a Grimm, Nick. If you can't have baked goods and knitted things, a weapon is the next best idea. Besides, think of this as a matter of faith – the wesen are handing you something that you can use to behead them, but they're trusting that you won't. You should be happy about this!"

Nick glared at him once again, but it was obvious it was not going to do any good. And if Bud and the other eisbieber were any indication, returning this would only mean a bunch of terrified wesen trying to find something better to gift him with.

"At least it will be useful," he muttered in defeat.

A/N: Also known as the one in which I couldn't get Peya Luna's comment about the card/gift out of my head.
The gift I blame on the fact that I really couldn't think of anything else a wesen would give Nick, and the fact that I would very much like to see him in a sword fight. That is all. That is my justification.
Also, my random headcanon says the dog whistle of Chap 15 is Nick's way of getting back at Monroe. It's not his fault it took him nearly two years to do so :P

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