A/N: I'm so sorry that this took so long. I was completely buried with other projects (and unfortunately I still have a RL ;)). Thank you all so much for your patience with me, and I hope from now one I will be able to keep the remaining chapters of this story on regular base. But don't send Reapers after me if I forget *kidding*. A very, very special thanks to Merlyn_Pyndragon again for her work as beta.

"What's wrong, Hank?" Sean wanted to know.

Hank stared with wide eyes at Wu, who was standing right by the door to the back room, behind him only Rosalee, still lying on the divan, and Monroe, holding her hand.

"What the heck are you doing here, Wu?" Hank finally asked. "What's going on here? And why are you here, Juliette? What's the matter with those two there?"

Sean lifted his hand in an open gesture, slowly lowering them again to calm Hank down. "It's okay, Hank. We are all in the loop here. Understand?"

Hank blinked, head moving to Juliette. "You know?" he asked, throaty. "Wu knows? Are you all crazy now?" He threw his hands in the air and shook his head.

Juliette studied him.

Hank had left the group a while ago now. He never showed up at her place since Nick moved out, and the only meeting the two had had before was a pretty awkward one, with Hank stumbling on his words and all the time avoiding eye contact with her.

Why he was so upset now? It wasn't only because she and Wu knew both now, Hank didn't know when he came into the shop.

"It's nice to meet you too, thanks," Juliette said, a little disappointed now.

Hank realized that he was probably being a little rude and tried a smile at her. "I'm sorry, Juliette. It's only ... you really know about all of this?"

She nodded. "I do. And I'm lucky to know. It explains a lot, don't you think?"

Sean gazed at her, and gave her a little, impressed nod when she turned to him for a second.

"What I think is that this is all dangerous and whoever brought you into it should be ashamed that he or she did so. It's a huge mistake," Hank told. "Heaven knows I regret that Nick told me everything."

"You do?" Sean sounded surprised. "Is that the reason why you are permanently changing your shifts now? Because you regret what you have seen, what you were a part of?"

"I do, yes, sir. This knowledge brought me more trouble and anger than I probably would ever had without it."

"That's not true, Hank!"

"He is right, Juliette," Wu said. Finally he entered the shop and stopped right in front of Hank, looking up to him. "I cannot judge so far," he said then, "but I'm pretty sure no one will let me hang down like you did with Nick."

"I didn't do anything to Nick. He was pretty capable in letting himself get killed off," Hank snapped. "And if I were you I would think twice about the whole thing. If you can still choose, you should choose the ignorance."

"That is enough, Hank!" Sean ordered. Suddenly the attractive man seemed to morph into something more dark and dangerous then anyone here had seen before. Not Wesen, but something else.

But Hank ignored it. Instead he turned again to Juliette, saying, "You have to realize it! Face the truth, Juliette! Whatever the captain told you, he's a liar! Don't believe him or anyone else of them."

"I have faith in my instincts, Hank," she said. "And I know I'm on the right side now. It's good for me to know. Good for me and good for Nick, when he comes back."

"God damn, he won't come back! He's dead!" Hank lifted again his hands, shaking them in a helpless gesture.

"He isn't. I know that. And, as long as you cannot show his body to me, I won't believe anything else." Juliette folded her arms before her chest and lifted her chin. "I'm not going to regret anything, except that we were unable to rescue Nick when he was still in the US."

"Which brings us back to the question: What do you want if you don't want to join us?" Sean stepped in now. "You said you need help. With what?"

Hank looked from one to the other and took some deep breaths. "I cannot understand you," he finally told Juliette. "But you are right. You are a grown up, no meaning. If you want to, go ahead."

"That's what I'm doing right now."

Juliette felt that Hank wasn't very but happy about her decision to join the GrimmGang. But it was also his decision to leave the group. So, what was it that brought him back? And why now? Only a coincidence or was there something related to their problem?

Hank sighed and nodded in Wu's direction. "I have to talk to Rosalee," he said.

"She's not available right now," Sean answered.

Hank frowned. "What? She's lying there! I can see her!"

"But she cannot answer your questions, Hank," Juliette said. "You remember the zombies? She's now one of them."

Hank looked again to her with eyes wide. "What?"

"It's true, man," Wu knew. "She's undead."

"I thought that guy with the tophat was gone now?"

"He isn't. And if you had made it to your usual shifts recently you would know that. We still have a zombie problem in Portland," Sean answered.

Hank looked from one to the other, and suddenly he seemed really desperate ...

"Wu, would you join Monroe and watch after Rosalee?" Juliette asked with a smile.

The sergeant blinked but nodded. "Sure thing. I'll close the door, okay?"

"That's great, thank you." Juliette waited until the door was closed again before she turned to Hank. "Now, tell us. What's going on?"

Hank licked his lips and put his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket. "Looks like I'm dating a Wesen," he said after a while.

Sean's eyebrows raised after he heard that. "Really? Since when you know that?"

"Since last night," Hank answered. "I came to her house to find her there, all morphed out with another of her kind."

"Who was this other one?" Juliette wanted to know.

Hank looked at her very serious.

"What kind of biest is she? Do you know?" Sean asked.

Hank shook his head. "Not even an idea, sir. She said to me her kind are called Baillines."

Again Sean raised his eyebrows, then a thick line grew on his forehead. "Baillines? Sure?" he asked.

Hank nodded.

"That sounds a little familiar," Juliette said. "But, sorry, your pronunciation is a little odd."

Sean smirked. "Baillines are a sort of meremaid-like Wesen," he explained. "But they don't need to be in the water all the time."

"One of Nick's ancestors wrote about them. They are pretty good at hiding, right?" Juliette asked.

Sean frowned, but nodded. He looked worried. "And they are pretty good in some other things. They've a little bit of a siren, I fear. Hank, how is that possible? You should have known better!"

Hank rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, I forgot. I'm the partner of a Grimm and a permanent target for everything from poisoned cookies to evil creatures. Next time I let the woman morph in front of me." He shook his head and turned around.

"I'm not saying you should build up a wall all around you. But you have experience how to use your instinct. You had better listen to that."

"Why do you need help with her?" Juliette wanted to know.

Hank turned around again, looking over his shoulder. He seemed to think about how much he could risk telling. But now also Sean didn't look too pleased about this news.

Juliette looked from one to the other. Frowning, she finally asked: "What?"

"Baillines are known for their ... let us say, creative explanation about ownership," Sean answered, folding his arms before his chest.

"They are thieves?" Juliette asked, surprised.

"No! Constance is not a thief! To make a point there. She told me she had turned her back on family business years ago."

Juliette heard the ringing of a cellphone in the backroom and took a quick look at the closed door before she focused again on what was happening right before her eyes.

"What then? Why do you want Rosalee's help?" Sean wanted to know, very serious and determined now.

Hank sighed. For a moment he fought himself before finally giving in. "It's her brother. She told me he hot injured on his work. But she didn't mentioned what work he's doing."

The door to the backroom opened and Wu's head peeked out. "Sir, we just got a new call. Another buglary. And this time there was found blood on the crime scene, but no victim."

Sean looked at Hank. "During work, eh?" he asked, then he turned around. "What's going on? Are you joining me or should I take Hank with me, sergeant? What's your preference?"
Wu looked to Juliette. "Are you going to stay here or will you drive home?"

"I stay here. I'm not going home as long as the Cracker-Mortel is around," Juliette answered.

"Wise words." Wu nodded. "I'm gonna stay, sir. If this is fine with you?"

"It is. Hank, you are joining me. We have work to do!" Sean decided, took his coat and turned to leave.

"Sir?" Hank looked confused. "What's happening right now?"

"I think we will put the pieces together how the brother of your girlfriend was injured last night. That's what we do."

"But ... ?"

"No buts. Move! Juliette, Wu, watch your backs!"

Juliette smirked again and nodded. Watching both men leaving the shop made her a little anxious she had to confess. But she had a lot of work to do herself.

Adalind was about to call it a night when there was a knock at her door. So she threw over her silken bathrobe she went to the door. She glanced through the peekhole before she opened the door with a relieved and friendly smile.

"It is great to see you, Christian," she said, giving him a sign to step in.

He seemed nervous again, maybe more nervous than the last time they met. But he came in and went straight to the armchair where he had sat during his last visit.

Adalind took her time, watching the doorway carefully before she closed and locked the door again. Then she joined him, sitting down on the couch to his opposite.

"It's late," she said. But with warm and soft voice.

Really, she appreciated having him here. Something she barely felt before, she had to confess. It wasn't sexual attraction, no, it was the simple fact that there was someone who cared about her. True, this was a business transaction, but she also thought he probably did this and put himself in danger so much also because he felt like a friend for her.

"We don't have much time," Christian told her. "I am here because I have to talk to you about some things."

Adalind nodded but couldn't avoid feeling a little hurt. Not as much as when Sean broke up with her and definitely not as much as when Nick killed her Hexenbiest, but a little, sharp pain was there for a second.

"So, do you have a plan?" she asked.

"I have. But I need your agreement before I do further preparations," he told her.

"For what, you need my agreement?" Adalind's voice was back in business-mode. She lifted her chin a little and sat upright.

Christian's eyes stopped for a moment at her, looking at her belly before he turned his head completely. "Your agreement about a second person joining you on your run," he said.

Adalind, frowning, leaned a bit forward. "What second person? Why running?" she asked.

Christian sighed. "Another person, someone who's imprisoned at the castle," he answered then. "And of course you will have to run. I cannot go to the airport and book a flight for you two. This run has to be planned very carefully. The prince will chase you, I hope you know that."

"Why can I not go to the airport, buy a ticket and get on a plane?" Adalind asked.

As if she didn't already know the answer! As if she hadn't already tried it that way. But Eric's influence was all over Vienna. She couldn't leave town, at least not so far.

Chrisitan looked at her with a very serious face. "It won't be that easy, I fear. We will have to work some magic to bring you out of town." With that, he pulled two pieces of paper out of his jacket. "Are you in?"

"What's the plan?" Adalind wanted to know.

"The plan is to bring you two somehow together in the first place. And that won't be easy. And I haven't found your soon-to-be companion yet. That could be another problem." He looked at her. "Are you in?"

Adalind stared at the two tickets Christian was showing her.

Seriously? That was his plan?

But ... it was likely to be the best way of getting out of here. Whoever the other one was he wanted to team her up with, she could only hope it would worth all the effort.

"Who's the other one?" she wanted to know.

Christian placed the pieces of paper on the table between them. "You should be safe with him. He's a Grimm."

Adalind's eyes widened. "A Grimm?"

Christian nodded.

"And you can make sure that the Grimm wouldn't attack me?" she continued.

"I'm pretty sure he won't. So far he acted very clever and visionary. He wouldn't hurt a human."

Sounded like a very unusual Grimm, but anyway.

Grimm were natural fighters, warriors for the Royals in old times. To have one with her during the run would make her more safe – as long as he was loyal!

Christian looked at her. "Are you in?"

I have to go and I know it, Adalind thought. Looking up, she finally nodded.

"But ... tell me with what you came up with," she demanded.

Christian pushed the tickets to her side of the table. "It's a good plan, believe me," he said with a smile. "I'll let myself out, okay?"

Adalind stared at the tickets, then in his face again before – she nodded ...