A/N: Does anyone else wish our favorite Grimm would use those eyes in his head to see all that Adalind sacrificed from the moment she walked into Renard's office to tell him she was pregnant with Kelly? To this day, he has never acknowledged it.

Chapter 19 Nick

Was Adalind always like this, Nick wondered as it took all four of them to hold her down while her whole body convulsed fighting the suppressant. It wasn't her Woge that had him floored. After seeing Juliette Woge, Adalind's was neither that surprising nor that offensive. It was her willingness to submit to a room full of her enemies, that amazed him. Nick had had his suspicion as to her intentions, while Adalind handled the jar full of a clear, water-like liquid that she said was the refined suppressant. That still didn't prepare him for when she quickly put it to her lips and took several gulps before he snatched the jar away from her mouth. Nick would never have agreed to her using herself as the Ginnie Pig, but Adalind didn't really give him an option. Holding her as securely a he could, Nick was terrified of what this would do to her and their son. Adalind knew the effects would be violent, since Nick had taken her powers once before, yet she committed to this anyway. She kept doing that, daring to risk everything. Nick noticed how wary she was of him, but she hadn't backed down from a challenge yet. It took some real guts.

The night before at Bud's place, when Nick had checked on Adalind in bed, she tried to apologize for the things she had done. However when he had sat down next to her on the bed, attempting to take her hand, Adalind shied away from him. All Nick had wanted to do was to tell her how much he admired her bravery to come to him pregnant with a second child, when he was responsible for taking her first born away, but Adalind wasn't ready to accept that from him. Now, as she finally stopped seizing and lay very still, Nick just wanted to see her open her eyes again, wanted to know that she was okay.

"I have a pulse," Hank said holding her left wrist.

Nick sighed, "Thank God," looking at her flushed appearance and beautiful hair plastered to the sides of her face with sweat.

Touching her hand to Adalind's head Rosalee said, "She's warm." Please just let Adalind and the baby be okay, Nick prayed. When her eyes fluttered open, he blew out a long breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

She looked at Nick and asked, "What happened?"

"I'm really glad you're alright, because...things got a little intense," Nick responded.

With both eyebrows raised she stressed, "Uggh. Yeah they did. Did I hear someone scream?"

"Yeah that would be you," Monroe supplied with a bit of irony.

"Ohh...That's why it sounded so close," Adalind accepted with more of the tenacity that Nick was truly starting to like about her. She attempted to sit up amidst their protests. "I...I need to sit up," she insisted. "Guess we better see if it worked."

"I think you should just lie down. It'd make me feel a lot better if you were resting," Nick told her.

"No, Nick, I need to know this made a difference," Adalind said with those blue eyes of hers wide and insistent. Then glancing about at everyone gathered close she suggested, "Maybe you should stand back." Twice she tilted her head trying to Woge, then she attempted twice, concentrating hard, to pull a bottle off the shelf with her mind but to no avail. Then turning those beautiful eyes to him again and she said, "I guess I'm good. Now all you need is Juliette." Just like that, Adalind put herself completely in his protection, her worst enemy. Nick swallowed, imagining what that must have cost her. Wishing he could talk to her alone, Nick was thankful something didn't go wrong. He reached out and touched her arm while giving her a small smile, but Adalind looked away. Nick just couldn't get a break. How could he get to know her, if she kept rejecting any form of relationship with him? That's what Nick realized he wanted, a relationship with Adalind, and not just because she was the mother of his child.

"Well, let's be honest, Juliette's not going to just drink this down. She told me just a few days ago, while in jail, that she likes the power," Nick explained to everyone. "She can't know what we're up to and for that we need the captain's help, after all she's staying at his place." Adalind looked up at Nick with a puzzled frown at his words. Did she still have feelings for Sean even after everything? The thought set Nick on edge. Renard could care less about Adalind and the thought of her pining away for him made Nick clench his teeth.

Then squaring his shoulders, Nick focused on taking care of the problem at hand. Retrieving his phone, he called Renard. "Hello," answered a man with a cockney accent from a bygone era. Nick was instantly alert.

"Who is this?" Nick put the phone on speaker.

"Well you called me. Who's is this?" Returned the same man in the same accent. Pieces of a puzzle began to fit together. Prostitutes in Portland being murdered by throat and lower abdomen sliced open, some with their uterus removed. London in the 1800s, would be about the timing of this man's accent. Hank and him had been investigating a Jack the Ripper copycat. Nick thought he just might know where this copycat was.

"I'm looking for Sean Renard," Nick said.

"You don't have him, but this is his phone," returned the strange man.

"Where is he?" This was not good, Nick realized while he questioned the killer.

"We're at home, but I'm afraid he can't come to the phone right now. He's...resting. We had a bit of a rough night. This last one was a real fighter. If it's no bother, call back at a more convenient time. Cheers," and with that the man hung up.

"I think we just heard from Jack the Ripper," Nick stated.

"Wait," Adalind said. "Did Sean die at the hospital, when he was shot?" She questioned.

Nick came over and sat next to her. At least she was still resting on the bed at the back of the spice shop. "I don't know. They didn't expect him to make it," Nick explained.

"Was anyone with him?" She inquired.

"His mother," he returned.

"Then he did die and she brought him back. Sean might be experiencing spirit possession especially if he's blacking out or bleeding again from his scars. When he died, he was dead just long enough for something to hitch a ride and when Sean came back, he might have brought that something with him," Adalind detailed.

"How do we get rid of it?" Nick asked.

"You have to open the portal again," she explained. When they all looked on confused she said, "You have to kill him."

After a very quiet moment, Monroe quipped, "If we kill him, he's kind of dead. Isn't he?"

Hank thought a moment then started, "Maybe there's a way to do this like the Dead Faint we used on Monroe when they hired Angelina to kill him. The only way to prove that she had done it, was to show them his dead body."

"The tetroditoxin, it slows down bodily functions, but it's very dangerous," Rosalee elaborated.

"I'll say. It almost killed me," Monroe stressed.

"Well if we don't find a way to get rid of this spirit, we will end up killing him," Nick stated.

"And I'd like that not happen," Adalind chimed in. "Despite what I have against Sean, he's still Diana's father. I would rather not have to explain how I helped kill her dad." Nick shook his head slightly at her way of putting things, trying to keep a smile from creeping upon his face.