A/N: And one last time: thanks to all of you for reading this fanfiction! A very special thanks to MerlynPyndragon, whom I've send first to hell with this end of the story.

Adalind was about to leave her suite to go to a special date. To be true, she wasn't too thrilled about this date, but, according to her new ally Christian, it was necessary to do so. If only she doesn't get killed during said date, it would be a huge success for her.

She had tried several of her outfits, trying to find one that wouldn't look too weird with her swelling belly. Finally she gave a three-parter a try, as the jacket was longer and could hide a lot. True, it looked a little old-fashioned, but Adalind doubted Eric would be interested in any fashion.

Eric! She wished she had never found out about Renard's family here. Eric was definitely more evil than even a Hexenbiest. No wonder the Wesen flew over the ocean to escape his reach. Everyone would flee from him if he or she couldn't be paid by him.

Adalind remembered when she came up with her plan. She had never expected Eric the way he turned out after they met. Actually he scared the hell out of her since they met the first time. No wonder Renard refused to ever talk about his brother.

Adalind took a deep breath before turning her back on the mirror.

Mirrors still reminded her of her mother. And she really wished she had asked Nick about her death. She was sure it was Nick who had killed her mother.

One day, Adalind swore, she would find out what happened in Portland while she was struggling to work on her plan over here in Europe. And it would be better for Nick if he didn't have anything to do with it!

Adalind went to the living room.

She didn't feel well, but what else she could do than follow Christian's advice and try this way to distract Eric. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long anymore.

Adalind squared her shoulders and took another deep breath.

The sooner the better. She had to go to this date. It was the best bet Christian had, unless she didn't know what he had planned altogether.

Just when she grabbed her bag there was a knock at her door. Adalind blinked and looked in its direction, frowning.

Who wanted to visit her? Christian? No, surely not. Eric? Their date was at a restaurant, and he didn't have a reason to mistrust her so far. It was possible, but she hoped not. But who else?

Another knock came from the door.

Maybe the waiter? It could be another message from her mother's lawyers, as they were supposed to inform her immediately about any negative progress in Portland. But ... wouldn't they call her first?

Adalind hesitated before she put her bag over one shoulder.

Whoever it was, she or he had to deal with her, for she had no time to comfort anybody right now!

Adalind went to the door, grabbing her key on the way from the cabinet, and opened said door – to stop, paralyzed, staring at who was standing there, looking at her.

"Good to see you again, Adalind Schade."

Wu pulled Monroe's Beetle over and stopped the car near the path up to the porch.

Juliette looked up there, watching her house as though she was seeing it for the very first time.

The windows seemed empty and were dark, and the tree near the entrance looked weird, crippled and distorted.

Juliette shivered.

She didn't want to come here, but she had no other choice. She needed some clothes to change into, and Rosalee's size didn't fit. So she had to return here, grab a few things and leave the house all alone until they found a way to get rid of the Cracher-Mortel.

Rosalee was now at Monroe's, lying in his bed and sleeping. She was treated and had woken up for a short time. So they knew the cure had worked. Rosalee needed some time to rest and calm down. She couldn't remember what happened to her after the Cracher-Mortel dragged her into a corner to spit her into a zombie. Rosalee only said she may remember him if they asked her some questions.

Where was the Cracher-Mortel now?

Juliette shivered again.

"Are you okay?" Wu asked, worried.

Juliette nodded. "It's only a little freaky right now," she answered. "I'm not used to seeing all of this on a regular bases. That's Nick's thing, not mine."

"Will you step back and leave him alone?" Wu asked, worried.

Juliette sighed and stared at her feet. "No," she finally answered. "I love Nick too much not to try to become a part of his group."

Wu smiled. "I think that's a good thing," he told her. "What's the matter? Should I join you?"

Juliette hesitated again and ... shook her head at the end.

Wu shrugged and sighed.

"What about you? I'm with Sean, you are very different now." Juliette looked at the officer with a smile.

Barely she remembered Nick wearing his uniform. And suddenly she wondered where this uniform was. She hadn't seen it for a while. On the other hand she barely looked at the small remains he left behind after he left her.

Wu looked at her for a moment, then he nodded. "I'm good. Still a little out of my mind but ... does that really start to feel normal in one day?"

Juliette laughed. "Don't ask me, I'm still in the 'accepting that there's more truth out there' phase," she answered. Carefully she touched his hand, still holding the steering wheel. "You are a really, really good friend, Wu. I hope you know that."

He looked at her finger, carefully caressing the back of his hand. It felt weird. He couldn't remember when someone had touched him in this way for the last time. And suddenly he felt lonely, but also he felt for Nick and Juliette, just reunited but separated again against their will. It must be very hard to find the one perfect match ...

"We will bring him back. That kid will have a daddy," he said. "And I hope I'm in the finals for becoming its godfather. I'm a pretty good godfather, by the way. Have half a dozen godchilds all over the world, not only relatives."

Juliette left his hand alone and laughed. And she really laughed, not the other, worried laughing she did the whole day and night. No, this laughing was the real one, the one Nick had mentioned so often with a light of excitement in his eyes. And it felt good that he was able to make her laugh, so she could put all her worries aside for a moment. Couldn't be good for her to worry all the time ...

"Maybe we should name the child after you then?" Juliette suggested. "What's your first name? Nick never told me."

"Because he doesn't know," Wu answered. "No one beside Renard and my family does. And Renard I've threatened to kill if he ever told a soul."

"Is it that horrible?" Juliette laughed again.

His heart warmed up while he listened to her laughing. This felt so good, so right.

"Well, I think we should probably hurry up a little," he said. "Don't know when this guy Monroe wants his car back."

Juliette smiled. "So, you don't want to tell me?" she asked.

"Maybe later. Shouldn't I come with you?" he asked again.

Juliette grabbed her bag and shook her head. "I think I can manage to put some clothes together by myself. Thank you. Just ... be here in reach, okay?"

"Will be." Wu nodded and watched her, how she left the car.

Man, Nick will become father! The baby would become an adult, Wu thought, a little bittersweetly. But one thing was for sure, Juliette wouldn't be alone, no matter how long it took them all to bring Nick back where he belonged.

Wu smiled bitterly while he watched Juliette walking up to her porch.

Grimm and Wesen and Cracher-Mortels and Lord knows what else was out there. This world was definitely weird, so much weirder than he could have every thought of. But ... wasn't that something he always had dreamed of? A little bit of magic in this so cold and normal world?

Juliette stopped at the steps, looking up at her door, then she turned around to look down at the car.

Wu frowned. But just when he wanted to leave the car and follow her, she turned around again and took the steps up to her house, one hand now in her bag.

Wu hesitated, still watching Juliette with professional interest. But everything seemed back to normal. She leaned over her bag to search for the keys, then she opened the front door and was gone. The door closed behind her.

Wu sighed and leaned back.

Nick and Juliette as parents. Hard to believe, but he was sure both will do a wonderful job. Nick, who searched for a family his whole life since he lost his parents. He would surely be a careful father, loving the child. And Juliette?

Wu smiled. Maybe he would share his secret with her. Juliette was smart and he had reminded Nick more than once how lucky he was that she chose him instead of anybody else.

It was a good idea of Monroe's to let Juliette move in with him and his fiancée, Wu decided. True, a little out of the blue, but as long as this guy with the tophat was around, it was most likely the best thing that could happen.

Just when Wu finally relaxed and was sure this day had turned out to be a good one, he heard the scream – up from Juliette's house ...

Nick, as weak as he was, walked the new cell up and down endlessly, clenching his fists, fighting the pain in his stomach.

Juliette at risk! Juliette, zombiefied by the Cracher-Mortel, abducted and brought over here, just like him. Because she was pregnant with his child. Because he was the one who risked her life – again! Because it was his fault and he should have listened to what Aunt Marie had told him before she died.

He had to do something! He somehow had to stop this! It was his responsibility to watch over Juliette and the child. And only he could do that. It was the only way. He couldn't see any other one.

Again he turned around, heading back to the other end of the cell. Not a too long walk, ten steps in each direction.

He had called for Eric for a while now, right after he made his decision in hope that he could stop whatever the Royal had set in motion before. And now he waited, and waited.

Still he felt sick, still his stomach was hurting, still he had the feeling that there was something else inside him, gnawing slowly its way to whatever it was up to. But right now this was his tiniest problem. He had to take care of those in danger. He had to make sure Juliette would be safe. If that would mean he had to sell his soul for her ...

The key in the lock moved again, and Nick stopped his endless pacing, turning his head around to see who was entering the cell.

He would die for the chance to kill Eric! He hated the Royal so deeply, Nick was sure he never had felt this way before. And to get the new information didn't make it any better. He felt responsible for what was going on in Portland. And he wished nothing more than to be there, to be able to help Juliette and the child and the others.

The others. Would Juliette call for help? What happened to the group after he was kidnapped and brought out of the country?

Nick swallowed and tried to prepare himself when he finally saw Eric, who was entering his cell again.

Nick's eyes burned in a cold fire, a muscle in his cheek jumped.

He hated Eric so deeply he really wished he would be able to lunge at him and rip his head off with his bare hands. He took some some deep breathings.

Eric was again on the phone, seeming to listen very attentively. After him also Hans and Franz entered the cell.

Great! The whole gang united again.

Nick gritted his teeth, fighting once more with his pride and looking in Eric's grinning face.

How much he wished to scratch that grin off his face!

"What do you want so eagerly, my dear Grimm?" the Royal finally asked.

Nick took another deep breath and ... sank down on his knees, lowering his head he said: "Whatever you wish, your highness."

And in this moment he could hear it: a loud and painful scream coming out of Eric's cellphone ..

To be continued ...

Did you really think I could end this in one chapter?