A/N: Sorry for the delay. Over here was a slide internet-problem that needed some time to get solved. Anyway, thanks to Merlyn Pyndragon again for her awesome work! Good luck for you and let me know when you are ready. I was a little ... uhm ... motivated during the time without internet ;)

This was definitely not his time or his usual working schedule, Sean decided when he left his SUV and walked to the crime scene. No, for him, the night was there for sleep, not for hunting the bad boys. For a moment he wondered how he'd managed to stand his years in uniform before he began to climb into higher positions.

Sergeant Franco, still a little pale after being seriously wounded at the container yard two months ago, handed a clipboard to him after a mumbled, "Morning, sir."

Sean nodded and began to study the first report. And suddenly he was bombarded with an episode of deja vu. Same forced entry, same way out, same things stolen – as far as the owners could tell – and same footprint in one of the flowerbeds in the backyard.

The burglar had been here, and the only difference to the other crime scenes was the body lying at the foot of the stairs.

Sean stepped closer, looking at the body.

He knew this woman. The housekeeper of the owners. He'd seen her a couple of times on Sundays on her way to the church.

Sean took a look around but didn't find anything obvious pertaining to the murder.

The other victims all were Wesen, and so he believed to find another family here. But he couldn't make out which kind.

"It's been told to me that, beside the dead vic, everything is like a case of deja vu," a voice said to him, which brought him back to his feet again. Turning around, Sean's eyes widened.

"Wu?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"

Last evening was not really informative after they exchanged their news. Monroe gave Nick's laptop to Wu, and then Juliette claimed to be pretty tired. So they all left. Sean had taken Wu home himself, making sure the sergeant was okay. Wu seemed a lot better now, more grounded and calm.

"What are you doing here, sergeant?" Sean wanted to know.

"This is my shift," Wu answered, standing near the window where the burglar had forced his entry. "I've hacked Nick's password. Wasn't too hard but ... what the heck is a Grimm?"

Sean shrugged, returning the look Wu gave him with a humorless smile.

It was a little premature to explain something like that to the sergeant, and Sean still wasn't sure if he should tell at all. True, Wu still was more calm now than he was during the last few weeks, but it was obvious that something was working on him. The chance was high that Wu would snap and go completely crazy before he accepted the true nature of this world.

"So, you don't have any idea what a Grimm is?" Wu repeated and Sean felt like his sergeant was just about to interrogate him. Him? He was Wu's boss!

"I have no idea what Nick did in his spare time. It was rare enough," Sean answered. Turning back to the victim, he hoped he could distract Wu. "I've seen her a couple of times on Sundays. I think she went to the church."

Wu now looked at the victim. "The first time the burglar killed?" he asked.

Sean nodded.

"Why don't you call for another detective, sir? If I'm allowed to ask this. You are not supposed to solve the cases yourself," Wu turned the topic again.

"I would have a lot more to explain than I want to," Sean answered. Turning again to his sergeant, he frowned. "Can we please stick to one topic? It's a bit too late to get interrogated by my officers, don't you think?"

"I was only curious, sir," Wu told him. Stepping closer, he looked down at the victim. "Could be that this was an accident? The way she's lying there at the bottom of the stairs gives me the impression."

"The burglar never killed before. So this could be," Sean kneeled down again at her side. "But then, she may have had the misfortune of spotting him and he didn't want to risked being recognized. Do we know her name?"

"Melicent de Boer. She's French," Wu knew.

Sean frowned. "Sure?"

A French housekeeper? Why a French housekeeper? Why no one from a local agency?

Sean looked up, studying the paintings at the wall by the stairs. Classic art, no modern pieces. A lot of portraits, just like in his apartment.

Again he stood, took some steps back to observe the paintings.

"That's interesting," he said. "The house owners just moved here?"

"Yup."

Could explain why he wasn't sure about them being Wesen. If they had just moved from Europe to Portland, they surely have not had the time to introduce themselves to the local Wesen community. And there was still the fact that Sean did his best not to get recognized. A pretty difficult feat since Nick's Grimm awoke two years ago, by the way.

Wu looked up at him. "Why do I have the impression that you are lying to me, sir?"

Damn, Sean felt his cheeks reddened a little.

What was wrong with Wu? Since when he turned into an interrogator?

"I'm not lying to you, I only think this isn't the right time to tell you everything. You don't need to know everything to help me solve this case and catch the burglar." He sighed. "Are the house owners here?"

Wu shrugged. "They found their housekeeper dead and reported this to us, so, my guess is, yes."

Fine, great, wonderful.

Sean sighed again. "Do you know where those owners are now?" he finally asked.

Wu pursed his lips, looking at the notebook he was reading from all the time. He finally nodded. "They should be in the living room."

One of the forensics came in, looking at them. "Are we clear to check in here?" he asked.

Sean nodded, not really interested in that guy. "Are you in, sergeant?" he asked Wu.

Silence.

Sean, frowning, turned around again to see Wu still standing there, staring in the direction the CSI who had left the hall, his eyes wide and face ashen.

"Are you okay, sergeant?" Sean asked.

Wu swallowed and took a deep breath, before he shook his head with closed eyes.

"It wasn't true! It wasn't true!" Sean heard him whispering this three words over and over again. Looking again in the direction the forensics guy had left them, he began to think for a moment, until he understood what happened.

That forensic was a Fuchsbau, one of the few Wesen in police duty. And when Wu had seen him wogeing just then ...

Sean turned again around to the sergeant. "Are you able to recognize some for what they really are?" he asked lowly.

That would definitely be a much longer conversation if initiated, and it also would turn Wu's first question into a new perspective ...

Juliette could have sworn that, as guilty as she felt about it, she never had slept better than she was now. To finally getting the bigger part of the Grimm gang back together had calmed her down. And now that she knew Nick was still alive when he was kidnapped had reassured her. So she slept the whole night without any trouble and felt good when she finally woke up – too late to come in for her shift on time but she still could call in and moving her shift a little.

So she took the time she needed to start the day, and then her cellphone began to ring.

"Juliette, this is Rosalee," she heard the voice of the other woman after she accepted the call and smiled a little.

"Rosalee, I hope everything is fine with you and Monroe?" Juliette asked. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling because I thought maybe I should do something for you," Rosalee answered. "I still feel sorry for what I said and ... well, I thought I could probably plan your baby shower. Are you in?"

A baby shower?

Juliette blinked. "Isn't it a little early for that?" she asked.

"You are right, but I think the planning and preparing will take a while. I won't to do if you don't want to," Rosalee answered.

Juliette smiled while her free hand touched her belly.

A baby shower. For Nick's child.

Suddenly she felt sad and moved her hand.

A baby shower, but Nick wouldn't be around to tell her afterwards, how much fun he had. A baby shower for Nick's child, which he will probably never see and which will probably never meet him.

"Juliette? Are you still there?" Rosalee's voice sounded worried. "Is everything okay?"

No, it wasn't, Juliette realized while she was fighting the tears.

They had been through so much, both of them. They had just found each other again, having one night together before he was taken away from her. She tried her best to believe in him, to have the faith that he would return one day. But it was so damn hard without any concrete sign of him to give her hope.

Juliette took a deep breath, ordering herself to take control again before she answered. "I'm okay. Only some emotional trouble, the usual."

Yes, it was usual. No matter how weird it was that this child existed, she was fine. She would learn to deal with the emotional turmoil, and with a little luck, it will be gone later during her pregnancy.

"I will mix you something. An old family recipe. My mother still believes that it is the only reason why she gave birth to both of us, my brother and me." Rosalee did her best to brighten up this topic again, and Juliette was pretty thankful for that.

"If it's no trouble, I wouldn't mind a little emotional drugging," she answered, feeling how she left those dark and bitter thoughts behind.

"Are you working today?" Rosalee wanted to know. "If so, I could bring the tea along tonight after I closed the shop."

"We could have dinner together," Juliette said.

That was a good idea. This house had been so damned quiet and big since Nick went missing. Funny that she never thought about that during her process to get the memories of Nick back, she realized.

"I'm all in. Should I bring something with me besides the tea?" Rosalee asked.

"Just yourself. That's enough." The day was again bright and sunny now and Juliette felt good.

My, if this was about to start so early she really didn't look forward to what was waiting for her during the next eight months, she decided. If it was going to be this way, with rapid mood swings, this pregnancy will feel like she was going through hell!

"See you then!" Rosalee sounded happy, so happy that Juliette started to laugh.

"See you tonight," she answered before she ended the call.

Taking a sip from her morning tea, she thought about her situation now.

She had to talk with her partners at the clinic about her condition, and she shouldn't wait too long to do that. At first she had had to make sure that she wanted to give birth to this child. She did, and so now she had to inform the others at the clinic about her condition. It would be a little sad that she would loose a portion of her patients because of it, but she will definitely try to return to her former job after the kid was born. She wouldn't be the first single mother on this earth. And Nick might even be back by then.

She had to call Monroe, to ask him about who was going to inform the Eisbiber, Bud. And first they needed to plan how the new room should look after it's built from the free space on the second floor.

A baby shower ... Juliette felt something in her throat just by thinking about it. True, children never were a big topic during her relationship with Nick. They were just kidding about a possible family in the future but they never went into detail. Now she was with child, and she was alone. Well, not as alone as she thought she would have been during the last months when she lost her memory of Nick. That was a point she never wanted to return to.

Somehow she could understand Nick. Not with his overprotecting of her, but the love he felt for his inheritage. She was well aware of it this last two days, and after she remembered also in that night when she fell into the coma. Nick loved his ability, to be able to see those Wesen out there. And after Juliette saw Bud, Monroe and Rosalee in their second nature, she could understand why. That night at the container yard, that was another, a bitter lesson for her, the new scholar in class. The zombiefied people, partly changed into Wesen, visible for everyone and aggressive. It had broken her heart when, after she helped treat some of them, she had spend a visit to a few while they still were in the hospital. In some cases, the Wesen among the victims couldn't remember what they'd done. But some of them did, and they felt guilty for what they'd done while they were under the control of this other mysterious Wesen, the Cracher-Mortal.

Only this name made Juliette shiver.

Rosalee was right, there still were zombiefied people around in Portlnad. So the chance was high that also the Cracher-Mortal was here. And that meant the city itself was still in danger and probably not the best place for her right now.

Juliette negated this thought.

Yes, she had turned the idea around a couple of times during the last two months. With each news report about another zombie in the area, it came back to her. She could move in with her mother for a while, but she was sure she would be nowhere truly safe. She was a part of Nick's life, and with that she also was a target. Probably more than ever before now that she carried Nick's child. The moment would come when she couldn't hide this pregnancy anymore. With that in mind, Juliette was sure that, after she spent a lot of time at Nick's trailer during the last weeks, she had definitely made a target of herself. To put her mother into danger was not the answer. Besides that, Nick, if he ever found home again, would probably need her help.

No, she had to inform Monroe and Rosalee, and other located Wesen befriended with Nick to protect her. She had to stay here, for Nick's sake and for the fate of his child.

Again her hand touched her belly.

"I will give my life for you, sweetheart," she whispered. "And one day you will meet your dad, I swear to you!"