Monroe wasn't at all surprised to see Nick on his porch with a suitcase in hand. Monroe gave the dark haired maled a sympathetic look and said, "I've got the spare room made up." He stepped aside so Nick could walk in. Nick silently did so.
Monroe really felt for the guy. Not only did Juliette get selective amnesia, but then she goes and cheats on Nick with another guy. Not that she purposely got amnesia, it just really sucked for Nick. Monroe sighed as he watched Nick climb the stairs, looking like something that cat dragged in.
Not that Monroe would ever allow a cat in his home.
He watched as Nick admired some of the artwork that was displayed in Monroe's guest room. "It's a little old school," the Blutbad admitted. Nick turned toward Monroe who continued, "But, it's your's for as long as you need it."
"Thanks," Nick said gratefully. He set his bag down on a trunk at the foot of his full sized bed. He looked around the room and Monroe asked, "Are you alright?"
Nick nodded, exhaling a large sigh. "Yeah, it is what it is." Monroe agreed, and acting on a random instinct and a little bit of guilt, said, "I need to tell you something, well show you something actually. Come on, it's something I recorded." Nick followed Monroe down to the living room.
Monroe switched his DVR on and explained, "I recorded this only because I recognized him, and I thought you should know for yourself."
"Know what?" Nick asked exhausted. He just wanted to go to bed. Monroe kept himself between Nick and the television as he qued up the recording. "Know what the guy looked like. The one who came into the shop with Juliette." He moved away from the screen and Nick saw Renard at the press conference. It was like the final twist in the knife in his back. Monroe ran to get Nick a glass of water but when he returned Nick shook his head and asked for something stronger.
Monroe returned again, this time with a beer for Nick and himself. Nick uncapped it and Monroe waited quietly. After Nick drank a good portion, Monroe said, "So, should we talk about this?"
"Talk about what Monroe?" Nick snapped. "In the past six months, my daughter came here from the future to reveal that I'm apparently gay for one of my friends, my mother came back from the dead and the Royals keep trying to have me killed. I'm just so exhausted, I'm not even sure how I'm functioning anymore."
Monroe nodded, he didn't need to be reminded, he had been with Nick through most of this. He took a swig of his own beer and then added, "On top of that you've joined the bachelor life with the rest of us. Maybe you'll feel more rested now that you're in a bed again instead of your couch."
Nick did a double take and asked, "Wait, you and Rosalee aren't together anymore?" Monroe shrugged and replied, "I guess we were just feeling each other out. We agreed we're better at being friends."
Nick sat there, digesting this new information. Something was nagging at his brain, he just didn't know what it was. He downed the rest of his drink, and said, "I'm sorry Monroe, about you and Rosalee. I think I'm going to go to bed, it's been a long week. Thanks for letting me stay here." Nick stood up and Monroe nodded, "Sure, buddy. It's no problem. Have a good night." Nick headed up the stairs to the small third floor. Monroe tossed the bottles into the recycling before locking the front door and heading up to his own room.
Monroe soon realized why he didn't have many guests over at the house. While he didn't consider himself to be a light sleeper, he could hear Nick tossing and turning on the third floor. Monroe rolled on to his side and stuffed one of his pillows over his exposed ear, trying to muffle the noise.
Around two in the morning Nick came down to the second floor and knocked on Monroe's bedroom door. Annoyed, the Blutbad got up and opened it. A very tired Nick, pushed past him and took a seat on Monroe's bed. Monroe sighed and rolled his eyes, "Of course! Come one in, I insist." He said sarcastically.
Nick looked up and said, "Look we need to talk." Monroe rubbed his eyes and replied, "Sure, what's on your mind?"
Nick rubbed his hands together and rested them on his knees. "Look, there's just this thought, that keeps running through my mind. Back from when, Quinn was here. Something that she said, and I feel I need to say it out loud or just bounce it off of you to see if I'm just going insane."
"You're already insane," Monroe said. "But, go on."
Nick smiled at the comment and started picking at his fingernails. "Alright, well Quinn said that, you know, her other dad went out with Rosalee at one point." At that point Nick looked up to meet Monroe's stare.
Monroe was still standing by his open bedroom door, unsure of what to do or say. He cleared his throat harshly before saying, "Well, that's an, erm, interesting coincidence. Guess you should be watching Rosalee's next couple of boyfriends or something?"
Nick shook his head, "Monroe, Quinn's part Blutbad."
"What! How'd you even notice that?" squeaked Monroe. He had figured Nick had been so shocked and distracted during Quinn's arrival, that he wouldn't even notice her other side. Turns out he was very wrong. There was a reason Nick made it to detective.
"I'm a Grimm, Eddie, in case you forgot," Nick pointed out. A shy smile graced the Grimm's face as he looked at Monroe waiting for his reaction.
In his tired state, Monroe took a moment to process what Nick had said. "Did you just call me Eddie?"
"It's your name," Nick said. Monroe shook his head and said, "I like it better when you call me Monroe." Nick grinned for a moment. Then the Grimm rubbed his tired eyes and let himself flop backwards on to the mattress. "I know the guest room is all made up, but I don't know if I can make it up the stairs."
Monroe rolled his eyes when Nick patted the empty spot next to him. The Blutbad made his way over to his bed and lay down, draping the comforter over the both of them before falling asleep.
"So," Monroe heard from the other side of the bed. "Does that mean we're trying this out?" Monroe smiled and replied, "Shut up and go to sleep, Nick."
My sister is in the hospital and may end up going into ICU because her baby is coming way too soon. Please keep them both in your thoughts because I was really planning on turning my niece into a Grimm fan.