Monroe was sitting in his living room enjoying a glass of wine and watching the news, when the symbol appeared on camera. He immediately reached for his phone. He knew Nick didn't know anything about this, and he needed to tell him as soon as possible.
Nick brought Hank along to talk to Monroe, which he didn't mind. It was an investigation, and Hank now knew about Wesen. hank quickly opened the file he had brought with them and pulled out the photograph. "Do you know about this symbol?"
"Heck, yeah." The Blutbad replied, "I grew up having nightmares over that thing."
The two detectives continued questioning Monroe as they followed him through the house. "Well, what does it mean?" Nick asked.
"It's an old Germanic 'G', or 'geh' in the old, old country," Monroe explained. Hank looked at the photo again, studying it a bit more. "Well, what's it mean?"
Monroe stopped when he reached his study and pointed at Nick. "Him!" he cried. Nick raised an eyebrow and stopped. "Me?" he asked.
"Yeah," Monroe replied, as if it were obvious. "'G' ist fur Grimm. It's how we learned the alphabet. Obviously not you, since you're, you know." Monroe sighed, and grabbed the book he wanted and lead the detectives toward his dining room.
"Look," he said. "When I was a kid my parents and grand parents and they would tell us these stories. Cautionary tales, if you will, and they were full of warnings about the worst of the worst. Those Grimms, with like, no compassion. They killed anything, and they were known as the Endezeichen-Grimms."
He could see Nick getting a little green around the gills, but this was important information that the detective needed to know. Hank merely looked curious as Monroe told them what he knew.
"Some of those tales are in this book," Monroe began flipping pages, looking for the particular story. Nick managed a grin and teased, "What's that, a Wesen fairy tale book?" Monroe rolled his eyes and continued looking through the book.
"Oh, look," He said, pointing at the image in the thin book. "This is their symbol, it's what the bastards burned into everyone they killed and on to every house that had any Wesen in it. Pretty much every Wesen kid grew up hearing about the hour of death." Noticing the look on Nick's face, Monroe scoffed and asked, "What, you've never heard of it?"
Nick shook his head, so Monroe continued, "You're not going to like this. But sometime after the fourth crusade, there were these death squads of Grimms. And they just, branded all their kills with this symbol."
Nick crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "So you're telling me, that there's another Grimm in Portland?" Monroe sighed and said, "I guess, since you're not doing this." He knew what the Grimm was silently mulling over. But Monroe refused to believe that Quinn had come back from the future, just to kill off the Wesen population. It had to be some oogey guy doing this.
He downed the rest of his wine, and walked into the kitchen to grab the bottle. He could feel Nick following him, so he wasn't surprised when he turned around to head back to the dining room, to be face to face with Nick.
"We're going to catch this guy, before anything else happens. I promise."
Monroe nodded and felt Nick grab the bottle. Nick gently pulled it away from Monroe and set it on the counter. "Hang in there," he said.
"Just don't get killed in the process," Monroe sighed.
Once Nick and Hank left, Monroe eyed up the bottle again. It would calm his nerves a bit. But, he had to have faith in Nick. Just in case though, the Blutbad triple checked that his doors were locked, and took a steak knife up to bed.