Monroe answered the door, saw who had been knocking, and immediately shut it again. When Nick continued banging on it, harder this time, he opened it once more. "You do realize it's 5:00 AM, right?"

"She's not there. I waited all yesterday and all last night, and she's still missing." He was worried, more worried that he'd been in a long time.

Monroe, on the other hand, kept his voice calm and unconcerned. "Huh. That's weird." He began to shut the door again.

Nick stuck his foot between the door and the frame, leaving Monroe no choice but to give in. "You're going to help me find her."

"What? Why should I have to go off looking for some wassermann?"

"Because you're the one who drove her off." Nick's face was deadly serious.

Monroe shook his head and groaned. "You have another thing comin' if you think I'm going to go off sniffing her out."

He spent an hour sniffing her out. "She obviously didn't have any place in mind. I keep getting traces, but nothing strong enough to say she was there more than two hours. Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but with her being what she is, there's a good chance she's long dead by now."

Nick, following close behind him, wanted nothing more than to pretend he hadn't heard the news. "Do people really hate them that much? So much they'd kill a little girl?"

He nodded. "You have no idea." He didn't say that if he weren't under control, he'd have already done the deed himself. "Hold up." He stopped suddenly. "I think I got her." He started running, not because he wanted to get there quickly, but because he wanted it to be over. They came to an old, boarded up house. "She's here."

Nick climbed the steps and pushed open the door. "Come on."

"You have got to be kidding me." He groaned, but he didn't hightail it out of there. "Oh, yeah, she's here, alright." As if she were waiting for them, Alexandra came around the corner, wearing a beige nightgown. Her bare feet were almost silent on the old wood floor, unlike the two men, whose steps caused the boards to squeak loudly.

She rubbed her eyes, then looked from Nick to Monroe and back again. Her version of a greeting was just short of a whine. "What?"

Nick took a few steps toward her. "Alex. Do you know how worried I was?"

She rubbed the gold chain around her neck out of habit. For the first time, it was not hidden in her shirt. "Why should you two give a crap about me? You're a Grimm, he's a blutbad. I've gone my whole life knowing no one cares, why should it be any different now?"

Monroe's gaze still lingered on her, but it was no longer disgusted. It was confused, almost frightened. He'd seen something.

Neither Alex nor Nick noticed the change. "People do care. I do, and my uncle did, and your mother-"

"My mother hated me!" The dark eyes lit up blue. "She never said it out loud, but I know she did! She blamed me for my father leaving! She told him she was pregnant with me and he ran off! Do you think he cared? Oh, he cared, alright! He cared enough to leave her when she needed him the most!" She took a trembling breath before continuing. "And can you tell your friend to quit it? My eyes are up here, you perv."

Monroe hadn't thought of how his staring may appear. "No, no it's not... I wasn't... It's just... Your necklace..."

She looked down at the piece of jewelry resting on her chest. "What about it?"

He couldn't take his eyes off it. "Would you mind if I take a look?" She lifted it up, but did not remove the chain from her neck. Monroe couldn't believe he was willingly getting this close to one of these things just to look at a necklace. He took the gold pocket watch gently in his hand and studied it carefully. He then flipped it over to the back, and saw two cursive letters engraved.

E.M

"What does that stand for?" He asked quietly. Alex flipped the watch to its side, where another engraving was present.

Everlasting Memories

He observed it for a few more seconds before looking up at her eyes, which had faded back to their dark chocolate brown. "Where did you get this?"

She snatched it back and tucked it safely underneath her nightgown. "That's none of your business." After a few moments, he went back behind Nick without another word, his mind in a frenzy trying to figure out what was going on. "I'm not going back. I'll pick up my stuff, but that's it."

Nick shook his head. "I can't allow that. You're a fifteen-year-old girl."

"A fifteen-year-old girl who's been verified by law as someone who can take care of herself." He couldn't argue. "I'll stop by this afternoon. I'm going back to bed. What kind of idiots wake a girl up at six o' clock?" She turned to leave, but stopped and looked at Monroe once more. "Oh, and the guy who robbed your house is going to turn himself and all your stuff in to the police later. You're welcome." And then she was gone.

The sun was just starting to rise when Nick and Monroe left. "Dude, you owe me." Monroe mumbled.

Nick sighed. "Fine. What do you want? A favour? A few beers? What?"

His face was serious. "I want you to find out about that watch."

"Why?" Nick asked, confused that this was all he desired. "You're the clock guy, not me."

"Just find out where she got it. She obviously doesn't trust me, and she has a good reason." His voice had its usual, almost annoyed tone.

Nick had no idea why he was so interested in a necklace. "I'll talk to her. But what's the big deal? Is it valuable or something?"

There was a thoughtful silence for a brief moment. "It might be."