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Chapter Four: If you go down to the Woods Today: Part 2
They had just started the car when something went streaking past the dirt road in front of them and plunged into the trees. They screeched to a halt just in time to miss whatever it was.
"What the hell?" Monroe shouted.
"I think it's fair to say that seatbelts are always a good idea" said Nick who was definitely going to have a belt shape bruise around his sternum.
"You ok man?" asked Monroe darting his eyes over Nick for injuries.
"Yeah fine, you?" asked Nick taking off his belt to get out of the car.
"I'm good" he answered following him out.
They tried to peer through the trees to where the thing had disappeared but couldn't see anything.
"It's a Jägerbar" said Monroe.
"How do you...?" begun Nick but then stopped at Monroe's pointed look and raised eyebrow.
"Right blutbad" Nick answered himself.
"I knew there were other wesen around here but not so early on in the day" said Monroe frowning.
"Yeah you told me about that" said Nick stepping towards the spot the bear like creature had vanished to.
Monroe had warned Nick the first time they had drove up here that it wasn't a place frequented by humans but all different types of wesen enjoyed it.
Nick had the same feeling he usually had when his Grimm instincts kicked it. The Jägerbar was still around somewhere.
He walked in closer to the trees leaving the dirt path to walk through the grass. He had barely walked a few feet when he was suddenly pushed to the ground by something heavy, fury and very strong.
He had felt the hot wet breath on his neck for only a few moments before his intuition kicked in and he flipped the bear creature off of him and rolled him to his front so that he could use his whole body weight to pin him face first onto the ground.
Another one came running at him but Monroe intercepted him easily; he tackled him to the forest floor with practiced skill and one hell of a dangerous growl that even gave Nick chills.
"Portland PD! Don't move" said Nick slipping out his badge.
"Whoa man ok! We just thought you were a Grimm who was out hunting.
We had no idea you were the Grimm Barry talked about" said the Jägerbar who turned back to a seventeen year old male while he talked.
The two transformed teens were still struggling slightly but it was now because they were panicking, not because they wanted to attack him or Monroe.
Nick stood up relieved and a little annoyed while he nodded to Monroe that it was ok to do the same.
"So you just thought it was ok to attack someone who hadn't actively attacked you?" asked Nick taking out his notebook and pen.
This seemed to shock the boys even more. Nick had already asset that they were just some dumb kids and weren't going to be any trouble. Still a good scare tactic every now and again never did any harm.
"No look we weren't thinking ok man? I mean it's still pretty hard to accept that there's a Grimm out there who doesn't want all us creatures dead" stammered the second guy.
Nick gave them a hard stare ignoring Monroe's eye role and the fact that he was standing quiet close.
He wasn't sure who they were more terrified of, a Grimm or the protective blutbad at his side.
He had to admit that he felt anything but frightened; Monroe's presence by his side was warm and comforting.
The man really did tower over him sometimes.
"Fine, but be warned if I even hear that you're attacking or even suspected of attacking anyone without just cause we'll be seeing each other again very soon, got it?" warned Nick.
"Yes sir" said the boys before they started to scamper back to the road on the trail that lead out of the wood.
When they were gone he turned to Monroe to find him already glaring at him.
"Dude I seriously think you're trying to give me a heart attack" he said shaking his head as he made his way back to the car.
"Just another average day in the life of a detective Grimm" said Nick trying to laugh it off but deep down he was pretty worried that all these attacks were going to get on Monroe's nerves.
After all the clockmaker had such a peaceful life before Nick came crashing into it.
He was quiet on the way back as all those thoughts kept circling his mind. He had lost Juliette because of this. Some people couldn't handle being with a normal cop let alone being with someone with the extra baggage of being a Grimm also.
Yeah he now realised that they hadn't been destined to be anyway but still. He did not want to lose anyone else especially not Monroe.
Not that he wanted Monroe to be with him or anything but he knew that you could only push a person so far before they snapped.
Besides was it asking too much to give the guy a break every once in awhile? He thought to himself. Even Hank had commented how they seemed glued at the hip lately.
"Hey Nick?" asked Monroe shaking his shoulder with a concerned look on his face.
He looked up realising that he hadn't heard what his friend had been saying.
"Sorry man what was that?" asked Nick a little guiltily.
"Just that we're back" said Monroe gesturing to the fact that they were indeed parked outside Monroe's house.
"You still want to come in for lunch right?"
"Yeah, yeah of course sorry" said Nick trying to smile as he got out of the car.
He knew he was being selfish but he just didn't want to give Monroe up. He just couldn't help thinking that if he really wanted to keep him safe and their friendship intact he might be better off giving the guy some space for awhile.
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Monroe put the warm bagels on the counter while he took off his coat to hang it up. He always preferred to go out to the bakery early on in the morning to make sure they were fresh. Nick thought he was crazy but it really was the easier option since baking them meant he had a lot more cleaning up to do.
Speaking of the Grimm he strolled into the kitchen while he was putting on the coffee pot wearing Monroe's night shirt.
He smiled down about to say good morning when suddenly he had his arms full of a sleep rumpled detective.
Nick kissed him hungrily while he ran his hands up under his t-shirt. His touch felt so good that Monroe lost control.
He pushed the smaller man up against the fridge to kiss him back just as passionately. He could feel Nick getting hard against his thigh; he felt a deep possessive growl slip from his lips as he began to rub himself eagerly against him.
Nick moaned his name and threw his head back giving Monroe a delightful look at his exposed pale throat that was begging for him to sink his fangs into.
Nick was begging, thrusting his hips forward wantonly moaning Monroe's name. Suddenly he slipped his hand down his trousers and into his pants making Monroe groan into his mouth when he felt the warm soft hand stroking his heated flesh.
Everything felt so good, too good actually. Monroe tried to hold back but it was all too much and he found himself coming hard and wet with Nick's name on his lips.
Everything suddenly went blurry and out of focus like a television screen that has had its plugged pulled during a show.
He woke up to a mouthful of feathers and the cold realisation of morning.
The feathers were there since he had stifled his screams of pleasure by biting into his poor defenceless pillow, luckily a little different from some of his past experiences of waking up to a downy mess.
Groaning in annoyances and discomfort he rolled over to the other side of his bed that showed less signs of his very vivid dream.
They were becoming so frequent that Monroe now both dreaded and looked forward to shutting his eyes at night.
He had been getting used to them during the past couple of months sure, ever since that dammed man had jumped into the lion's den (well more like ring side wrestling match really) to stand by his side.
But it was only recently that they had been happening like clockwork whenever Monroe shut his eyes, even if it was just to dose at his desk he would wake up with a raging hard on with images of Nick and him doing very intimate things playing through his head.
He felt guilty but he knew it was just his sub-conscious trying to tell him oh so subtly that he missed the Grimm.
It had been nearly two weeks since Nick and he had hung out. It's not like it was unusual for Nick to have an important case that he had to work on and that took up all of his time but he normally always dragged Monroe in on it.
He would even stop by Monroe's house instead of his own for a quick shower or a bite to eat just because.
Now all he got were a couple of text messages saying how crazy the case (Monroe had no idea what case) was and that he was ok (even though Monroe preferred to actually see it himself).
He hadn't stooped to actually visiting Nick's place or the station yet to check up on him but it was becoming increasing more difficult to ignore his protective instincts.
The wolf and Monroe needed to see its potential mate so as to clarify that all was well. Even his house didn't really smell like Nick anymore.
The only thing holding him back this long was the fact that it was probably for the best.
He had known from the start that he had to control his emotions towards the Grimm. That he had to preserve their friendship no matter what.
It would probably help in the long run having some space from each other.
Monroe just wished it was as easy as it sounded.
He got up to begin his morning routine deciding that he might as well stop by Rosalie's shop today to see if she needed any help. Because he was going stir crazy being at home alone for so long and it was always good to help a friend.
Not to ask about Nick and if she had seen or heard from the Grimm in the last few days.
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