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Sean wasn't sure what he should have to expect when he, once more, stood at this side of the door to Wu's apartment.

Last night's revelation was a shock for him. He didn't feel about Wu like he felt about Nick. Wu wasn't a Grimm, he was something else.

It was true, there were some really rare humans with the ability to see, well, see sometimes, without turning completely into a Grimm. Maybe they carried Grimm genes but this inheritage never awakes in them completely Maybe it was another sense intirely. These people were really rare and, during old times, no one grew very old after he or she developed this ability.

Sean's bet was on this possibility, as he still didn't get anything Grimm from the other side of the door. Last night he really tried to find out, but Wu was only human, nothing more.

So, what was going on here? Sean didn't know, but he wanted to find out – and he would find out!

Maybe he should talk to this Fuchsbau Nick's roommate fell for. She was a Calvert, and Sean himself knew the name pretty well. She was smart and clever, most likely she wouldn't have any problems finding out what happened to his sergeant.

"Wu, open up. This is Captain Renard," Sean said, again rapping at the door.

And this time he heard footsteps, then a key moving in a lock.

Wow! This change was impressive!

The door opened and Wu looked up at him. "Didn't I ask another one for a ride?"

Sean didn't move a muscle. "You are on duty tonight. I'm here to make sure you be there," he said after a break.

Wu looked up at him and Sean couldn't help himself. He wanted to find out to what the sergeant could see and woged a bit into his Zauberbiest-form.

Wu didn't move, continuing to stare up at him. "Everything okay, sir? You look like you'd just eaten something bad."

Wu didn't recognize the Wesen in him!

So far, so good. This could mean Wu's new ability wasn't that strong, good for him. Or it could mean it wasn't fully awoken right now, bad for him.

"I'm good," Sean answered. "But how are you?"

Wu shrugged. "I still have the feeling you are all hiding something from me. That's what I have," he answered. "And didn't you want to talk to me last night very badly?"
"I did. But then the dead woman distracted me a bit," Sean answered.

Wu's look changed from the usual ironic twinkle in his eye to something predatory. "What about now?" he asked.

"Now we are both going to the precinct. We have a case to work on," Sean answered.

Wu didn't look too excited. "What about the other part?"

Good point, but Sean still wasn't sure how to teach his sergeant about the real wilderness out there. Damn, how had Nick managed to bring Hank into the loop last year?

Hank!

Sean frowned.

Hank had lately moved shifts a lot and was now nearly all the time working for the day shift. So far Sean didn't think any evil about that, but now he really could use the detective's help here. If Hank would be there for Wu to explain the non-explainable ... Sean felt cowardly.

Why did he so desperately want to turn this duty down? Wu had to know what was going on before he went completely crazy. His best bet was to explain and probably show it to him. Unfortunately, Sean was pretty sure he shouldn't be the one Wu should see first.

"Are you coming or do I have to break into your apartment?" Sean asked.

"Why you are so nervous, captain?" the sergeant shot back.

Oh dear God! Starting this whole thing again, really? Wasn't the last time enough?

"Are you really going to interrogate me again, sergeant?" Sean asked flatly. "Didn't I already tell you I don't like being interrogated?"

Wu still looked at him. Finally, shrugging, he turned around and vanished into his apartment.

"Come on in, sir. I'm about to put my uniform on."

Sean sighed.

This was quite a challenge and he didn't know how to handle it the right way. Damn, there has to be a way! Wu was completely out of his mind right now. The old, ironic Wu never would have tried to force him into answers, well, not that way the new one tried.

Sean opened the door completely and entered the small apartment. The TV was on and showed a movie or show Sean didn't know.

Wu's cat was again sitting on couch, and it eyed Sean suspiciously, something Sean could only return with equal mistrust.

He didn't like cats! Okay, he also didn't like dogs. But dogs usually were corrupt with some sausages or other eatable things. Cats were another chapter in this story, more challenging and unpredictable.

"What are you up to?" Sean asked the cat, after said cat blinked with its left eye only. "You are not going to hurt me, are you? I'm the boss of your owner, sweetie."

Not that cats care about bosses ...

Sean sighed and looked to the door at the other end of the room, wishing silently for Wu to speed up a little. This situation was awkward and he couldn't await to get out of there.

But still the question was what to do with Wu? The time to leave him in the dark was definitely over. But what now?

In that moment Sean's cellphone started to ring. When he took it out of his jacket pocket, he lifted his eyebrows in astonishment before he accepted the call.

"Juliette, I'm surprised. Did I miss another meeting?" he asked, just when Wu came back, this time in his uniform.

"I fear I've bad news," Juliette told him.

Sean frowned. "About what?"

"About Rosalee," came the answer. "I fear our enemies are much closer than we thought they would be."

"What happened?"

Juliette turned around to Monroe, who was sitting on a chair beside the divan in the back room of the Spice Shop. And on the divan lay Rosalee, pale and lifeless, with reddened eyes, staring into thin air.

"The Cracher-Mortal has infected Rosalee," Juliette answered. Turning around to the book on the table she began to frown. "And I fear we will need help here when she moves on to the next state of this."

"But ... isn't there a cure?" Renard sounded confused.

Monroe lifted his head, sniffed and blinked. But it was clear how he felt.

"There's a cure, but we can only give it to her in the final state," the Blutbad said with weakened voice. "And, I'm sorry, but I cannot hold her back alone and Juliette is pregnant. So we thought you could help out."

A long sigh came from Juliette's cellphone. "If I bring someone with me ..."

Juliette looked again to Mornoe and the zombiefied Rosalee. Her heart clenched painfully at the sight of Monroe, half broken, at the side of his undead fiance. And she still couldn't fully understand why Rosalee was infected by the Cracher-Mortal. Did he only want to let them know about him still being around and how close he would come? Or was there more to it.

"Whom?" Monroe asked.

"Wu. I'm at his place to take him to the precinct. Do you have any idea how long we have until she awakes?"

That was a good question, especially because Juliette noticed now that she wasn't the only one searching for an answer to this question. Rosalee had left some small notes by the opened book with the cure. But there wasn't any information anyway, this Juliette had checked first. Instead there was a big, fat question mark behind a small drawn clock in one of the margins.

So, not only did the Grimm not know how long it took to get into the last stage, the Wesen didn't know either.

"Not really," Juliette answered.

"Okay, we will come over," Renard decided and ended the call.

Juliette again turned to Monroe. "He's on his way, and he's bringing Wu with him," she informed the Blutbad.

"I heard that." Monroe took Rosalee's hand again and caressed it softly. "You heard that, Rosi? Help is on its way."

Juliette looked aside, suddenly feeling very lonely.

How much she missed being loved by someone else. She missed Nick's small touches, his smile and looks. But what she missed most was being embraced by him. It always felt special, like no one else. That was what made her relationship to Nick as it was – and it hopefully would be again somewhere in the future.

Juliette remembered how she and Monroe searched her neighbourhood to find Rosalee. They had found her near the old Beetle of Monroe's, in the same state they brought her here. The Blutbad was so calm and sad, it made Juliette sad too. After she then searched Rosalee's books with cures for Wesen, Monroe told her what she just found out: they had to wait until Rosalee awoke as a zombie. Juliette was too grounded and realistic not to bring up the topic of whom should hold Rosalee back then. She remembered pretty well the night at the container yard, she remembered every single zombie since then. And she knew too well she couldn't stand them, not without a weapon and not in her own state. Monroe wasn't able to hold Rosalee back by himself, this was clear. They needed help.

"It'll be okay, Rosi," Monroe whispered into the silence.

Juliette turned again to the table and tried to concentrate on the cure, to mix it up and be ready when Rosalee awoke.

The Cracher-Mortal had never been so close before! His spit was still on her porch. He had been at her house! Hers and Nick's! The refuge, the only stable home Nick had since his parents, no, his father, died nineteen years ago.

This made Juliette shiver. What if the Cracher-Mortal forced his way into her house and waited for her, or else made away the few things Nick left behind when he left her?

Calm down! She chided herself. What use did he have of such things?

But even the knowledge that this dangerous Wesen knew where she lived brought her to the edge to panic.

Why Rosalee? Why not her in the first place? Only to let Juliette know he was still around? Or was there something else?

"You shouldn't stay at your house for now," Monroe said to her. Juliette turned to him and repeated the look he gave her. "No one of us should be alone now. This was a warning call."

Juliette still looked into his eyes, morphed into red glowing orbs. Monroe didn't seem to realize that he was half woged into the Blutbad.

"You are right," Juliette answered.

And he was, she knew.

But why Rosalee? Why not her or Monroe? Thank the Lord the Cracher-Mortal didn't go after Monroe! She didn't want to experience the terror of him being a zombiefied Blutbad, she already had seen enough of him to know how dangerous he would be then.

"Can I use your attic as long as this lasts?" she asked.

Monroe's eyes morphed back into his warm brown eyes when a sad smile lifted the corners of his mouth. Slowly he nodded. "Sure you can. I wanted to ask you the same."

"What? Living in my attic? You would regret that," was Juliette's attempt to brighten up this mess of a night.

"You are probably right. So, it's you moving in with us," Monroe still held Rosalee's lifeless hand in his.

Juliette nodded. "Yes, just like Nick lived with you."

"But you are the better cook I hope ..."

She laughed. "I am. But Nick's spaghetti is better."

Why Rosalee? Why at her place?

All this kidding didn't delete this questions ...

Eric was finally back in his office when his private cellphone began to vibrate. Not the least pleasent feeling, this little buzzing in his trousers. but the call could be more than important.

He pulled the cellphone out of the pocket and lifted a surprised eyebrow when he looked at the picture of the coffin with the laughing Baron at its side. Eric had taken this picture back in Portland after he closed said coffin, right before the Cracher-Mortal ordered some of his zombies to carry the coffin to the truck, waiting to bring the Grimm to the airport.

"Baron, how are you, my dear friend?" Eric finally asked after he accepted the call.

"I've some news, your highness. News you surely want to learn," the charming voice with the heavy accent told him.

Eric learned back on his chair, folding his free arm around his chest. "What news I could have to learn now? Any progress on my dear brother?" he asked.

"It is about the girlfriend of your Grimm, your highness," the Baron answered. "I just had a little conversation with one of the group. This woman brought the group back together, and she did more, she involved your brother into it."

That wasn't exactly news his usual spy hadn't already told him about this interesting development. But maybe the Baron had found out the reason why.

"What else did your well tell you?" Eric asked, still not looking too interested.

"She is pregnant, and the Grimm is the father of the child. I thought this would worth a call," the Cracher-Mortal said.

With one movement Eric stood up.

This was a big surprise! And it was something he'd never expected.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

This could change everything! This could even have an influence on Nick's worth! If the child became a Grimm, it was most valuable itself after it was born.

"I asked one of the group. She didn't have any choice than to tell me the truth," the Baron answered. "What should I do now? I could bring her over or could order my new child to end the pregnancy."

Good God, no!

Eric thought for a moment.

The Grimm currently in his hands was still more powerful than normal. And with him becoming a father now he was more valuable, as his fertility had been proven. If there was any chance that the unborn also become a Grimm, Nick could ... well, suddenly Eric had to think twice about his abandoned plan to try to breed a new generation of Grimm, under his command and fullhearted in following him. With that he could do more than merely restore the former power of his family, he could rule the entire world!

"Should I order her to kill one or both of them?" the Baron wanted to know.

"No," Eric decided.

He would start researching about this girlfriend. So far she wasn't for his personal interest, but now that she managed to bring the group back together, most likely to protect her unborn child and herself for the next few months, she proved that she had some influence. Maybe Eric made a mistake with nearly ignoring her in the past.

"Tell me her name," Eric said.

"It's Juliette Silverton."

He scribbled a small note on a sheet of paper on his desk and leaned back. "Watch her, but be careful. Don't let her recognize you. I will tell you soon what to do with her and the baby."

Wasn't that a pleasant coincidence? He wanted to get rid of one baby and its mother but to spend some time on another mother and her baby. Sort of funny ...

"Oh, and would it have any influence on the child if you used your powers on the soon-to-be mother?" Eric asked.

"Depends on the state of the pregnancy," the Baron answered. "The longer I wait, the more the child will stay on its own. But it cannot leave its mother's body as long as I control the mother."

That could be the answer. But first ... a little background work.

"Stay tuned. I will let you know as soon as I make a decision," Eric said and ended the call.

This was a surprise, but so far a pleasant one ...