I don't think I mentioned this story takes place between 'The Island of Dreams' and 'The Thing With Feathers'. So at this current time, Nick is still with Juliette and still believes his mom is dead. Any other questions? Also, this is unbeta-ed so if you want to be a grammar nazi, shoot me a pm. I realize this does need to be more detailed, but my creative juices are currently struggling.

Nick leaned back in his desk chair after finishing up some paperwork. It was a slow day for the Portland PD, which was unusual. He was almost glad to see Eddie Monroe on his cell phone caller ID. Some Grimm work would be a lot more interesting than sifting through games of computer Solitaire while waiting for the work day to end.

"Burkhardt," Nick answered.

"Nick," Monroe's voice came out, full of annoyance. "I've already gotten several calls, man. Did you forget to mention something?"
"What are you talking about?" The silver eyed Grimm asked.

"I'm talking about a bunch of different Wesen spotting a Grimm today. A female Grimm. What, is your mom in town or something, Nick?"

Nick frowned. A female Grimm running around Portland? His day suddenly got a lot less boring. As interesting as these Wesen reports were, he was confused. Nick thought he was the last of the Grimms.

"I can assure you Monroe, my mother died in a car accident a long time ago. I'll check these reports out though, see if there's any merit to them. If these sightings are credible, I'll start looking for the girl and tell her to stop freaking out your community."
Monroe gave a sigh of relief. The idea of another Grimm had made him unconsciously tense up earlier. But Nick promising to at least look into the reports let Monroe relax. "Thanks Nick, I'll let everybody know that you're looking into it for them."
"No problem, I'll just tell the Captain I'm leaving early." Nick hung up, not feeling the need to say 'goodbye'. He then stood up, stretched, and walked over to the Captain's office. Nick knocked lightly on the open door to get Renard's attention. The Captain looked up from his own light load of paper work and nodded at Nick.

"What can I do for you?" Captain Renard asked.
"Ah, well, seeing as it's so slow today I wanted to know if it was ok that I left early," Nick said. The superior nodded and said, "I don't see why not. If anything comes up, Wu can just tag along with Hank. Take it easy, Nick."
Smiling, Nick replied, "Will do. Thanks Captain."

The rest of Nick's day was spent chasing down the Wesen witnesses and getting their statements. At nearly eight that night, Nick went home. He greeted Juliette with a smile before shrugging his leather jacket off and tossing it on to the living room couch.
"Something smells great, what is it?" He asked while leaning down to kiss the red head gently on the lips. She smiled warmly and replied, "Well, I made salad. I thought you would be home sooner, though. You're probably hungry for something more filling." Nick laughed it off and walked toward the kitchen.

"I didn't think I'd be back this late either. I was just interviewing people about this runaway girl that's been sighted. The time got away from me. Is this stew any good?"
Juliette walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, saying, "We're discussing a missing girl and stew in the same conversation. Don't you find that odd?"

"What do you expect? I'm a cop," Nick replied and gave Juliette a cocky smile. Juliette nodded and asked, "Is she going to be ok, that missing girl?"

Nick nodded and said firmly, "Of course she will be, because I'm looking for her now. And I'll find her." He leaned down and kissed his girlfriend, who wrapped her arms around his neck in response. Neither of them noticed the light drizzle that had started outside.

Eddie Monroe woke with a start. He had been napping soundly on his couch until the knock at his front door startled him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and groggily let his hand slide down his face. The knock came again and he stood up. Irritated he shouted out, "Alright, alright! I'm coming!" As he shuffled to the front door he muttered to himself about no one having any patience anymore.
He opened the door to a damp, shivering brunette teen. He softened his attitude immediately and asked, "Yeah, hi. Are you ok?" Her wet hair stuck to her face in clumps and he noticed mud on her shoes. "Is your car stuck or something? I can go out and help you."

She looked on the verge of tears as she shook her head and asked, "Can I come in Daddy?"

And that's when Monroe blacked out.