Hey guys, so sorry this took so long but I give you chapter seven. I'm sorry this chapter is so short but I hope the content will be enough to make up for it. BTW for you slash fans of a certain captain and Grimm I am giving you a little nudge in this chapter because the possibility is still there.

Hank pulled up to the busy alleyway, cop cars were lined down the road and police tape had cordoned off the area.

Taking a breath, he got out of his car and approached the scene, his eyes scanning the heads in the crowd until he saw Monroe who was watching him intently as he crossed his line of sight.

Walking over to Wu he ducked under the tape and spoke, "what have we found so far?" he asked, his tone all business, he couldn't let his worry and fear for his friend get the best of him.

Wu looked surprised to see him here, probably expecting someone else to take the lead on this case considering that it was his partner who was missing.

"We have a set of tire skids leading away from the alley, fuzzy un-useable security video from the pawnshop across the street and the weird symbol drawn in…in blood. CSU also found evidence of a struggle" he added, watching Hank's face pale a little at the mention of blood.

Swallowing thickly, his jaw clenching up to an almost painful level, nodded his head in thanks and walked past him, intending on seeing the scene for himself.

He purposefully ignored the looks he received as he went deeper into the scene, his eyes scanning every crevasse and scratch in the wall for any signs of evidence that he could use to find Nick.

As his eyes scanned the walls he finally saw the symbol that had been left at all the other scenes, the only difference this time was that there wasn't a foreign message.

His gut filled with dread and disgust as the still fresh blood glistened in the flashing lights of cameras and revolving red and blue lights from the police cars. He didn't have to wait for the DNA tests to come back, he knew it would be Nick's, all the other symbols and messages had been written in the victim's blood so he didn't why this important feature would change now.

All he could hope for right now was that whatever injuries Nick had received they weren't fatal. Then again, he didn't know what the Endeischen Grimm were planning so maybe, as much as it killed him to think it, death may come as a blessing.

~break~

Sean sat in his personal vehicle, his phone at his ear as he impatiently waited for his contact to pick up.

He cursed aloud as he was once again directed to voicemail, this having been his fifth attempt at contact. Hanging up he pocketed the device and got out of his car, slamming the door a little too harshly and causing several sets of his officers' eyes to go to him, but at seeing the murderous glare in them they quickly averted their eyes, not wanting to get on his bad side.

With slightly shaking fingers he unbuttoned the top two buttons on his dress shirt, the tie having been urgently removed to put an end to its strangulation when he had received the call that informed him of Detective Nick Burkhardt's apparent abduction by their serial killer.

Stalking over he was immediately recognized and allowed access, all of his officers could feel the rage that was encasing his body and the almost painful vibration that wracked them when they got too close made them back up to catch their breaths.

The police tape was held up for him and he passed under without a word, his eyes zeroing on Detective Griffin who was staring at the blood drawn Sterbunstande G.

The deeper he walked into the alley the greater the smell of blood, fear and rage became. He could barely contain the growl that wanted to rumble out when he identified the blood as Nick's, the scent of coffee and honey that he usually associated with Nick had been tainted with the stench of melted copper and burnt rubber. It made him sick to his stomach.

Doing his best to put the scent in the back of his mind he approached the Detective and came to a stop beside him, staring at the bloody drawing with him.

He could see the tension that was ticking the right side of his jawline, his hands clenched at his sides and his posture was so rigid that if he were any tighter he would snap in two. It was clear to anyone with functioning eyesight that he was not coping well.

"Are you sure you should be here Detective?" he inquired, debating on whether or not he should put someone else on the case due to the obvious conflict of interest.

Sean could hear the cracking of Hank's knuckles as he waged an internal war in his head not to lash out at his Captain.

"I can handle it Captain, he's my partner and I'm going to do whatever I can to help find him" he said as calmly and evenly as possible, doing his best to keep the growl out of his voice.

Not being able to judge, due to his own state of mind, he let the comment go.

"What do we have so far?" he asked, looking around at the scene some more from the corner of his eyes.

"Nothing really, a fuzzy security video, blood with signs of a struggle and this" he waved his hand at the Sterbunstande G.

Sean looked at the symbol once more, his eyes darkening before he looked away.

"No witnesses?" though in a neighborhood like this he wasn't expecting any. Snitches and narcs were a rare breed in these parts, too afraid of retaliation from the gangs and criminals that roamed the streets in the twilight.

Hank shook his head, "no, and honestly if there are any they're not going to come forward for fear of being next" he replied, almost speaking exactly what Sean had just been thinking.

Turning away from the symbol Sean looked around at the alley, watching his officers and the CSUs gather evidence. Sean knew though that just like all the other scenes they wouldn't find anything that would lead back to the clan of Endeischen Grimm, they were far too careful and skilled to allow a meagre strand of hair to be left behind.

This had gone on far too long, they had the crossed the moment they had committed their first murder in his protectorate and had gone downhill ever since but now that they had taken his Grimm he wanted more than just their heads, he wanted to rip them apart with his bare hands.

Coming out his thoughts he walked over to the little yellow identifier that stood next to the drops of blood, the stomach churning stench of Nick's blood becoming stronger the closer he got. This time he was unable to hold back the growl that rumbled deep within his chest and he was having difficulty keeping his human façade up.

With his mind occupied with rage and well bottled fear he didn't sense that Hank had followed him and had subsequently heard the growl that rattled from his chest.

It was hard to deny the almost animal quality the growl had to it and Hank actually found himself wondering for a split second if the Captain was a wesen himself but quickly shook the thought away, there's no way, Nick would have told him if that were true. It was probably just his imagination getting away from him and the stress of this case.

Seeing that the Captain was lost in thought Hank deliberately coughed into his hand and a smile almost came to his face when he saw the esteemed Captain Sean Renard almost jump a mile high. The humor quickly faded away though when he remembered why they were here.

"Sorry Captain, didn't mean to startle you" he apologized, watching as he rose from the ground and dusted off his black slacks.

"I want this solved, this killer or killers have not only killed five of this city's citizens but now they've kidnapped one of my Detectives. Do whatever you have to do to solve this case Detective, every second that we waste standing around is a second too long for Detective Burkhardt. Find me some evidence, and bring whoever this is in" no longer able to stomach the traumatic scene around him he walked off, his strides purposeful as he headed back to his car, intent on making yet another call to his contact.

Hank watched him go, a little surprised at the Captain's attitude. This was probably the first time he had ever seen the captain get so emotional over a case, in fact, the Captain was usually stone faced when it came to any and all police matters.

What was going on in the Captain's head right now?

As Sean walked back to his car his cell suddenly started to ring and he frantically dug the cell phone out of his jacket pocket, immediately answering when he saw that the number was unknown.

"Where have you been?" he demanded, opening his car door and slipping inside, roughly slamming the door after him.

"I am sorry sir, things have been rather chaotic around here what with territory disputes and family grudges and I was unable to get away for privacy" the caller explained, his voice almost a whisper.

Not having time to listen to his excuses Sean continued, "I don't care, all I need to know is if you have any new information?"

There was silence on the other end and foreboding filled his chest, nothing good ever came of drawn out silence.

"They cover their tracks incredibly well sir, all I have at this moment is the same information I delivered to you last time. I shall continue to make inquiries but I am not very optimistic that I'll find anything" he answered truthfully, fully knowing that it would greatly anger the Regnant.

Sean gripped the phone in his hand, his hand shaking with adrenaline and it was only a thin line of restraint that was stopping him from crumbling the blasted device to dust.

"They've taken the Grimm and they left behind their mark. They obviously want something from him otherwise we would've found a body" Sean tried to find a reason in his mind.

He had to continue to believe he was alive and not…not buried in a ditch somewhere.

"What do you want me to do sir?"

Looking up at the roof of his car as if he would miraculously find the answer up there he sighed, "Dig into their history. Find out everything you can about their beliefs, training, anything really. All we can go on right now is the past, in fact I want you to find out if this has happened before, the killings and the abduction of a Grimm have to serve some kind of purpose" he added, praying that he was on the right track.

"I'll do my best although with everything going on here I may not be able to get back to you so soon" he cautioned, the family drama going on making it even riskier to be caught conversing with the bastard son.

Far from thrilled with the news but having the good sense to know the reason why he assured the man, "fine, just get back to me as soon as you can" without anything else he hung up and dropped the phone into his jacket breast pocket.

Without starting the engine Sean looked back at the scene and saw Hank conversing with one of the officers. He knew of one place where he could do his own research on the Endeischen Grimm but that would require potentially revealing himself to Hank Griffin and that was an exposure that could and would change everything.

Shaking his head he started up the engine and drove off, headed back for the station to go over the little evidence they had at this point.

~GRIMM~

When Nick regained consciousness he quickly wished that he hadn't. With each breath he took his throat and airway retaliated against him with swipes of razors that traveled up and down the sensitive lining of his throat and accompanying the pain was a throbbing ache in his head that pulsed like a heartbeat.

Accidentally inhaling more than his sore throat could handle he set off into a hoarse coughing fit that wracked his entire body, shooting rivers of flaring pain throughout his body that made him bounce on the ground, an uncomfortable tugging sensation that centered around his hands was the only thing that tethered him to the conscious world instead of blacking out.

Once his body had calmed down he did his best to breathe in as carefully as possible, not wanting to cause another attack. The pain still thrumming beneath his skin, now worsened from the trauma, he sat up as slowly as he could, determined to get a better look at his surroundings.

Now that the fit was over his labored breathing filled the room and it wasn't until the sound of a crack reached his ears that he realized he wasn't alone.

Eyes widening he looked up and was greeted by the emotionless face of his attacker from the alley. The man just sat there, staring at him in his completely black attire as he periodically cracked his right knuckle, the sound sharp and chilling.

Seeing that the man had a heavy chain wrapped around his left hand he followed the trail and was none too surprised that the other end was attached to the loop of a manacle around his wrists.

Suddenly standing the man took a few steps until he was standing over him.

"Get up" he ordered, his voice low and harsh.

Meeting the man's gaze Nick glared, his eyes smoldering with hellish flames with pure hatred and the desire to coat the tent flaps with the man's blood.

Becoming impatient the man bent down and pulled him up by the manacle, the sharp metal edges cutting into Nick's skin and drawing blood.

Now that he was standing the man didn't take long to turn and walk out of the tent, a harsh tug on the chain making him follow.

Once they stepped outside Nick was able to look around. Nighttime had come and the stars and moon had taken their places, watching over the scene that was taking place below as Nick was led through the camp.

Looking around Nick saw at least 30 other people, all wearing similar black attire to the man who was leading him, training with weapons, some of which he recognized from his aunt's trailer and others were just standing in place, watching him with soulless eyes.

Up ahead a bonfire came into view, the flames popping and crackling up into the sky, embers fluttering in the air a few seconds before snuffing out.

There was only one hooded figure beside the fire, a kettle beside them that they stirred over the fire. The only other people near it were keeping what he guessed to be a respectful but prepared distance, far enough to give privacy but close enough, should the moment arise, to jump in and take action.

Coming to a stop Nick was pulled forward and forced to his knees beside the hooded figure, a hand coming to rest on his shoulders to ensure that he was not to rise.

"We have the final ingredient" the man spoke.

Stopping their stirring the figure turned and Nick could make out an old man, his white thinning hair hanging in his face and his milky eye running over him, as checking him over to be sure that he was in fact what he had 'ordered'.

A switch met Nick's ears and he could only watch as the man who held his lead handed over a dagger, the blade sparkling from the glow of the fire. He watched as the dagger exchanged hands and continued to watch the figure with bated breath, not confident but having an idea of what the dagger was for.

Setting the spoon down the old man grasped his right hand and wordlessly cut into his palm, a sharp sting of pain flared in his hand but he held in the hiss that wanted to come out as blood welled up and filled his palm with warm plasma.

Handing the dagger back, Nick's hand still in his own he tugged Nick forward and held his bleeding hand over the bubbling kettle, the heat from the flame causing sweat to gather at his brows and a burning sensation to gather at the palm of his right hand that traveled to the tips of his fingers.

He watched in morbid fascination as a few drops of blood fell into the bubbling concoction, instantaneously disappearing into the blue bubbling sludge. Once the old man had gotten the amount of blood he wanted he released Nick's hand and handed the dagger back to the man behind him.

With that done Nick was forced up from the ground and led back the way they had come, the old man going back to stirring his concoction but now with more purpose.

Thinking that maybe he was going back to the tent he had woken up in Nick naively started to think that that was all they wanted from him but experience quickly squashed that thought, if it was only blood they were after they would have just taken it from him after killing him in the alley.

His thoughts proved true when he was led past the semi familiar tent and instead headed towards a secluded trailer that was in the shadows of the trees. A flickering light cast shadows in the curtained window, shadowing the few objects that lay on the other side.

Coming to the trailer the man spun him around and detached the chain from the manacle then turned him back around and pushed him inside. The smell of incense, smoke and flowers making his eyes water and his nose itch.

It was like stepping into his aunt's trailer. There was a vast assortment of bottles and jars filled with brewed concoctions that could do a number of things to different wesen along with a long shelf of books that traveled along the sides of the roof. A red, faded couch was situated in the corner of the trailer with a small table, an old mahogany desk, much like the one in the trailer was pushed to the right side of the room stacked high with weathered books and pens and papers.

But what really caught his eye was the faded cherry wood wardrobe that stood against the wall beside the door.

Unable to help himself he walked to the wardrobe, instinctively knowing even before he managed to pry the doors open what was on the other side. Weapons of all kinds lined the inside, weapons that he recognized and some that he was seeing for the first time. He couldn't contain the thrill he felt as his eyes ghosted over the shining instruments, each one capable of more bloodshed and pain than the last.

He could picture himself running the blade of one of the sharp blades in front of him along the exposed neck of a petrified wesen before pulling back and slicing through his neck, the tendons spraying blood in his face and clothes.

Snapping himself out of the sick inducing dream he slammed the doors closed and turned away from the wardrobe, putting some distance between himself and the furniture while taking in shaky breaths.

He had to get a grip on himself, he couldn't afford to lose it right now.

Without warning the door suddenly opened and he turned, looking right into their eyes.

"Hello Nico"

A/N: So sorry that this chapter is so short but I really wanted to get this part out there. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will review so that we can continue to find out what's going to happen to Nick and what these Endeischen Grimm have planned for our favorite Grimm.