Chapter Summary: Renard can't focus as Nick and he come faces to face with a familiar foe, but who they are after cut a little too close to home for one of them.

Author's Notes:

Dear brother what happened to you - Cher frère, qu'est-ce qui t'est arrive

Old Wounds still bleed

'A young Prince Sean Renard sat on his bed nursing a glass of whiskey in his hand, dressed in suit pants and a crisp white dress shirt. A royal purple tie sat loosely round his neck, his suit jacket was resting on the chair beside him while he himself sat with shoulder slumped and head down. As the door opened another slipped into the room, looking up the other man hissed as Renard revealed the darkening bruise around his eye.

"Cher frère, qu'est-ce qui t'est arrivé" asked the man as Renard sighed and looked up at him.

"A parting gift from Eric" chuckled Sean dryly as he raised his glass to his brother but before he could drink it his brother took the glass from him.

"You'd denie a dead man his last drink, Sebastian" laughed Renard as he stood up and headed to look out the window.

"You don't have to go through with this you know" said Sebastian as he stood by Sean before he could respond the door flew open and in walked an older man accompanied by three men.

"Ah my son are you ready…. what is that… this is not good" answered the man as he walked over and looked Sean over.

"It's nothing Father" answered Sean curtly as the man watched Sean's expression.

"Eric will be delt with but for now we must make you right for your bride to be" laughed King Fredrick Renard as he placed his arm around his son.'

Renard woke from his unsettled sleep with a jolt, sweat pouring from him as he sat up. Haunted by the ghost of his past Renard rose from his bed suddenly aware of the sounds of his phone ringing, Picking it up and answering it he headed to the kitchen figuring it was about to be a long day.

The dock was a mess when Nick arrived with Hank the next morning, hidden within the maze of cargo and metal storage crates was the bloody remains of the harbour master and his crew. Pulling up Nick and Hank greeted Sergeant Franco and Sergeant Wu who were stood at the crime scene entrance.

"Morning" chuckled Nick

"Moring Detective's looks like this is a messy one, hope neither of you have eaten yet?" laughed Franco as Hank rolled his eyes before he and Nick crossed the tape and headed into the scene.

The scene was a whole lot worse than Franco and Wu had insinuated, the dock was a maze of huge metal cargo containers decorated in blood and viscera. Putting his hands behind his head Nick let out a sigh of defeat as he didn't have a clue were to start.

Nick fully believed that he'd be hard pressed to find a fully intact corpse among the bloody sea of body parts. Seeing Dr Olivera Harper and her assistant Dr Carla Bindra close by Nick made a beeline for them.

"So, doc any idea were to start?" asked Hank with a smile as he followed behind Nick, Harper looked up with a smile at the two men before getting to her feet with a little help from Nick.

"The mess behind me is definitely the Harbourmaster Derick Jamerson, I'd bet money on it. Wont fully know about the others until we get DNA and dental, but my grandfather knew this salty old sea dog, I grew up listing to his stories, so I'd know his tattoos and scars well" answered Harper as she indicated to the mess of flesh behind her.

"Last time I checked there should be twelve workers and his second, so thirteen bodies. He kept his records in a safe behind the picture of the Bluebell his old ship, keys hidden in a bottle of black rum on the shelf" she added as Hank nodded and headed into the office.

"Now this though is not one of his men" added Harper as she began walking a short distance to a body under a sheet, pulling it off the body underneath was intact. Dressed in a smart suit and sporting a single gunshot to the head.

"I'd say the bullet in his skull will match Derick's old gun, we bagged it earlier off his body. No, this one's two clean to be one of yours though…" she reached down and picked up his hand and turning it round she showed off the tattoo on the palm.

It took everything within Nick not to react to the tattoo, he knew he needed to talk to the Captain asap. If the case was connected to the families, then they needed to head it off before it got worse. He was brought out of his thoughts as Harper began speaking again.

"Saw another like this a few hours ago, Meacham and Pogue brought him in. he was impaled on a pipe" Nick thanked Harper and left to find Hank, he had a bad feeling about this and he realy needed to speak to the Captain.

Renard's migraine was growing as the day progressed, after the dreams of the night before and the sudden resurfacing of memories long past had left his usually iron clad resolve rattled. He was finding concentrating harder than usual as he once again reread the same paragraph for the sixth time, getting up he decided to head to the local coffee shop to get himself a coffee. As he walked the short distance from his office to the elevator a wave of dizziness hit him hard, bracing himself against the wall he steadied himself before forcing himself to get a grip as the door pinged open.

"You ok Captain" came a familiar voice making Renard gritt his teeth and curse under his breath for being caught out, looking up he expected to see pride and ambition but instead he found concern and loyalty in Nick's eyes as he attempted to help him stand upright.

"I'm fine thank you Nick, I skip breakfast. So, it seems to have caught up with me. I'm heading out for coffee so I think I will eat something too" answered Renard as he knew Nick didn't believe him but was relieved that he didn't press him as the doors slid shut Renard sighed.

Nick was concerned for the Captain as he watched the door close, it wasn't like him to show any signs of weakness, so he made a note to speak with him later on. Following Hank into the Bullpen they both looked through the sea of detective's until they spotted the two men in the far corner.

"Hey Paul, Aiden can we talk?" asked Nick as the two men motioned for them to take a seat on the table next to them.

"What can us mere mortals do for the dream team?" laughed Detective Aiden Pogue as he lent against the wall and crossed his arms with a shit eating grin on his face, Nick rolled his eyes at the usual ribbing he and Hank got.

"Yeah, yeah dumb ass. but seriously looks like one of your case's might have fallen into our crime scene" said Hank as both men's demeanours changed from relaxed to serious.

"Which one?" asked Detective Paul Meacham as Hank passed him and then Pogue their casefile.

"Your shishkebab suit, we've got a bloodbath at the docks, but one body stood out…" said Nick as they showed them the crime scene pictures.

"Yeah, he had a tattoo on his palm" added Hank as he pointed out the picture in the file, Nick gripped the table hard as he listen to the two men confirm that their case too had the same mark.

Nick excused himself from the conversation and headed to find somewhere quiet to make a phone call.

Renard thanked the barista for his coffee as he went to leave when another wave of dizziness and nausea hit him, taking a seat he closed his eyes and attempted to bring his breathing under control. The sudden sound of his phone ringing only helped to make his head feel worse as he picked it up to both answer it and end the incessant noise.

"Renard"

/We need to talk/

"Detective I'll be back to the station soon".

/No, we NEED to talk/

Renard got the undertone of Nick's words, and it gave him chills, so as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and then his temple he agreed to stay put while Nick would meet him at the coffee shop. It didn't take long, and Renard was grateful as Nick quietly slipped into the seat in front of him.

"You look like hell Sir" said Nick calmly as Renard looked up at him and gave out a 'tell me something I don't know' snort.

"I've not been sleeping well; I've had a constant headache for the last few days and old long buried memories have been coming back to me. I have a bad feeling this has something to do with my…" Renard looked around before he spoke.

"With my mother's side, I went through something similar when I was about thirteen just before my first Woge" answered Renard as he once again rubbed his temple again, Nick didn't say anything but was taken back about how open Renard was being with him. He figured that it must be truly getting to him to open up to him.

"Then this is not going to help" said Nick as he passed Renard his copy of his and Hank's case.

"The case at the dock is bad but this guy was off to the side..." said Nick as Renard hissed when he saw the tattoo then Nick passed him a copy of the other case.

"and this is Pogue and Meacham's case from this morning, body was found maybe half an hour by foot from our scene.

"Verrat" growled Renard as Nick watched the slight ripple of his Captain's skin, Nick was becoming more and more worried given that he's never seen his Captain Woge unless he'd wanted Nick too. So, seeing it now showed how much everything was getting to him.

"If your brother's in Portland…" Renard shook his head making Nick stop and look at him.

"Eric is many things but subtle is not one, if he was here, he'd have gloated to me. This could be any number of members of my family. I need to make a few calls what's your plan" asked Renard as Nick looked round again.

"Monroe and I will head to the warehouse district, it's close to the docks and all the cargo containers where earmarked for storage there" answered Nick as Renard nodded and after a second, he spoke up.

"I'll come with you both, if a family member is to blame for this me being there might put them off balance" said Renard as Nick agreed, they changed the topic and began chatting about other things.

The cold concrete floor was little relief for the young girl as wave after wave of searing pain tore through her body, the uncontrolled spasms and seizures forced her body into positions that should not have been possible adding intense aching to her already pain-stricken body. As the pain began subsiding, she lay panting heavily until her breathing was under control. Dizzily she struggled to get to her feet only to have to race to the nearest wall to dry retch as the nausea hit her hard again.

In between these the girl was suddenly acutely aware she was no longer alone, looking up from her out of sight corner she caught sight of three men pulling apart the small sleeping area she'd set up. Looking down at her bag beside her she gripped it tightly before taking off as fast as she could, it took a few moments before one of the men noticed as after letting out a spine-chilling howl, they woged into their Hundjäger forms before taking off after her at full speed.

The air within Renard's Yukon was tense, every man within knew what Varrat in Portland ment. The warehouse district was eerie as they exited the vehicle, fog was starting to creep in adding to the uneasy feeling growing between them. Checking both their service weapons and their added Grimm ones Nick looked to Renard for conformation, once the older man nodded, he checked on Monroe who gives him a nervous smile before heading deeper into the maze of buildings.

The cold air caused Nick to shiver as he used his flashlight to guide his weapon around the empty buildings, since becoming a Grimm he'd become more and more aware of the heightening senses he'd began developing. Tonight, he'd never been more thankful for them, he could hear the wind whistling through the hollow shells of the warehouses, then suddenly somewhere in the nearby area he could hear the sounds of objects hitting the metal of the warehouse doors and shelving. Nick stopped to get a better location as Renard and Monroe joined him.

"Nick?" asked Monroe as he watched his friend.

"I can hear sounds like a fight somewhere over in that direction" directed Nick as he began moving forward, Sean followed behind with his weapon drawn and flashlight illuminating the darkness alongside Nick's. Monroe covered the rear keeping an ear out for anyone or anything coming up behind them, suddenly Sean lets out a small sound of pain before falling to his knees clutching his head in pain.

"CAPTIAN" yelled Nick as he rushed to Sean.

'Sean's mind was a wash with pain and fear, he remembered…he remembered running… like his life depended on it and it did. He remembered the feelings of betrayal, loss and pure anger/vengeance driving him on. Her voice filled his mind.

"Oh, don't be mad love, it's nothing personal it's just business. It's not like you actually loved me…"

The there was silence but not no sound silence, but a silence of all things, like all life had ground to a halt'.

Sean's vision returned to him as he became aware of the warmth of Nick's body beside him as the younger man was checking him over.

"She's a Hexenbiest..." he croaked out as he started getting back to his feet.

"Who is?" asked Nick confusedly.

"Your killer or someone close by, I can feel her. She's only young possibly new to her gifts that's why I've been having headaches and flashbacks. Zauberbiest are better suited to potions and Zaubertranks, we have some Psychic gifts but Hexenbiest gifts are far stronger. Young Zauberbiest can affect and influence sleeping victims through dreams and nightmares, Hexenbiest can influence a person's dreams and memories even during the daytime hours but not for long" answered Sean as he pulled himself together despite the growing headache.

Taking his gun back off Nick he reassures the two men he's ok before they head into the door before them, they are now prepared to deal with a young Hexenbiest but what they saw caught them off guard. A fully grown Hundjäger flew past them and hit the wall with a bone breaking thud, as two others advanced on a barely 5'5 figure dressed from head to toe in black, their nose and mouth was covered by a dark purple mask and their head by the black hood of their hooddie.

The only tell-tale mark was the glowing jade colour that lit up the figures eyes, the only sign of a Hexen spirit within a human form. Without missing a beat Nick jumped into the fight followed by Sean already fully woged, Monroe covered the door to make sure the remaining Hundjäger didn't try to escape. It didn't take long for Nick and Sean to deal with the already half dead goons, seemed even in a weakened state the young Hexenbiest was strong.

Once they were done the two men approached the young girl who proceeded to hurl things at them with her gifts in fear, but it didn't last long as her last glimmer of power gave out and her shining jade eyes dulled before they rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground. Nick caught her before she hit the floor, pulling back the hood and mask so he could check on her breathing.

"No, it can't be?" Nick was taken back by Sean's reaction.

"Captain?" asked Nick as Sean stood up and rubbed his face.

"It might have been over a decade, but I'd know her face anywhere" sighed Sean sadly as he picked her up and brushed her dark hair out of her face, her olive skin was pale and sickly as he pulled her close to him.

"Who is she?" asked Monroe as looked at Nick and then Sean.

"She is my daughter" Sean once again sighed as Nick looked at Monroe in shock, but the sudden sound of the wind blowing things around brought Nick back to reality.

"Ok talk later let's get somewhere safer" added Monroe as Nick nodded.

"I'll drive her to the hospital….."

"NO" snapped Sean making Monroe jump

"I'll explain but we need to go somewhere they wont look for her" the fear in his voice broke Nick who sighed before speaking.

"My place" said Nick as Sean nodded and followed behind carrying the limp girls form as they headed back to the truck.