Sorry this took so long to get out, so as you can see I am still up and about. In this chapter some questions have been answered, a vast majority in my opinion, but one question will plainly not be answered in this chapter.

As for the people who have continuously tried to dissuade me from writing slash I tell you this now, my story, my choice and while I respect your opinions I will have the final say on what romance shall occur. I'm not saying this to be mean, it is merely a fact and I apologize if this seems rude in any way. If you choose not to read this story due to that I can respect that and wish you well.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Grimm, any of its storyline, characters, merchandise etc.

Hank walked under the police tape and headed for his car, making eye contact with Monroe and subtly motioning for him to follow him.

It took a second for Monroe to figure out what he wanted of him but quickly caught on when Hank added in a jerky point of his thumb towards the man's vehicle. Stepping away from the crowd that he was a part of, he made his way for the sidewalk, apologizing when he accidentally bumped into a young blond who sent him a scathing glare he quickly walked to the sidewalk and fast-walked over to Hank, trying and failing to be 'covert'.

Once Monroe was standing next to him he told the man to get into the passenger seat and after watching him scurry around to the other side and get inside Hank followed suit and closed his door.

Making no move to start the engine Hank just sat in the car, the tension in the car building with each breath the men took. The worry and fear for their missing friend was like an expanding mound of wax that was piling together in their lungs while melting and expanding outward to the point where it was becoming difficult to breath.

Unable to take another moment of the nerve clenching silence Hank spoke, his sudden voice managing to startle the blutbad that sat beside him.

"Did you and Nick find out anything?" he asked, continuing to stare out the windshield, watching as the officers did their jobs.

The information momentarily leaving him he grasped at mental straws to bring the information Nick and he had found to the forefront of his mind. When the first glimpse of information flashed before his eyes he was too slow to catch it but when the second time came around he grabbed on and responded.

"We found this entry that his aunt wrote, it was more of a warning than anything. It pretty much said that they are what nightmares are made of and to try to avoid them at all costs. There might have been more but Nick had to leave for some air before we could get any further" he explained, looking over at Hank after he was finished.

Coming to some kind of decision Hank jammed his key into the ignition and brought the vehicle to life, Monroe quickly snapping on his seatbelt as the detective put the car in drive and made a sharp u-turn.

"Uh, where are we going?" he asked, not sure what the Detective was planning on doing.

"The trailer" he gruffly answered, his headlights blaring on as he drove.

~GRIMM~

Nick couldn't help the few jittery steps he took away from the individual, his heart pounding in his chest as his lungs desperately tried to fill with oxygen. Panicked and jumbled thoughts splattered the walls of his mind, whipping by his vision then slapping him in the face with the short memories they invoked.

Distorted images of birthday parties, bedtime stories and coos of love blasted in his ears at such levels that he was almost brought to his knees by the intense emotions that were evoked deep within his scarred and battered soul.

He knew that voice! He shouldn't be able to but he does, god how he knew it!

"H-how? How are you here?" his voice cracked, hoarse with the effort each word took to get out.

The figure stepped towards him, the hood they worse casting their face in shadows prevented him from seeing their face but he knew who the person before him was.

Reaching up the figure pulled the hood down to reveal their face and if the voice wasn't enough to cost potential cardiac arrest this move was enough of a shove to put him in the morgue.

Though the skin had been weighed down by wrinkles and the eyes were darkened with images and times that were bleak and dangerous along with a scar that was carved into the left side of their face there was no mistaking who this person was. Even though it had only been through pictures that had been shown to him the pain of memory in his heart was too much to ignore.

"That my dear, sweet Nico, is a tale that makes my heart bleed"

~GRIMM~

Entering the trailer Hank and Monroe took the few steps over to the cluttered desk where Monroe pointed out the book that contained the entry.

Hank's eyes quickly read through the passage, slowing down and re-reading the part that described the meaning and history of the "Sterbunstande G", the apparent calling card of the Endeischen Grimm. Along with that he was disturbed to find that the characteristics that Nick's aunt gave to the Endeischen Grimm were scarily reminiscent of Nick since this case had started.

Coming to the bottom of the page Hank continued to read with new rapt attention, the next few paragraphs seeming more personal than the last.

Endeischen Grimms hold their ancient beliefs close to heart, especially beliefs that speak of opportunities of transforming into more powerful warriors. Many of these 'beliefs' are merely fables that are passed down from generation to generation, encouraging more wesen bloodshed in the pursuit of 'cleansing' the world and gaining more power.

But there is one fable I fear that is not just a wicked bedtime story, for this tale they speak of holds true and for the life of me I pray it does not come to pass; if it does, I fear that no one will be safe, least of all the wesen of this world.

That was where the page ended, Hank eagerly flipped the page, knowing that there had to be more but what he found instead was the torn edges of a page that had been ripped from the spine, the words the page contained lost to them.

"Is this all you found?" he asked, looking up at the other man who had been hovering beside him.

"Yeah, so far. I wouldn't be surprised if that's all we're going to find though" he commented, eyeing the book for himself.

"There has to be more, there's a page missing! She started talking about some kind of belief that the Endeischen Grimm have that Marie believed there to be a chance of being true. Did you not read that part?" he questioned, the urgency in his voice setting Monroe on edge as well.

In answer to his question Monroe brushed him aside and turned the book over to him, his eyes scanning the last few paragraphs that he had missed, his breath catching in his throat when he finished and saw the torn edge of the next page for himself.

"Maybe the page is around here somewhere" Monroe said as he flipped through the book, seeing if the page had gotten caught in another section and when that didn't pan out he started moving the books and papers aside on the desk in a vain attempt at locating the lost paper.

Not knowing what else to do Hank joined him in the search, walking over to one of the bookshelves and scanning the shelves, pulling a book out every now and then and flipping through it.

~GRIMM~

Sean entered his office and quickly turned the blinds down, wanting all semblances of privacy that he could get then walked over to his desk, turning on his desk lamp and sat down. Turning his computer on he typed in his password and waited for the system to load.

A few seconds later the system had loaded and he went to the file that contained the crime scene photos from the murders. It sickened him that he was able to recount everything that was in the pictures even before he zoomed in on them, giving clear indication to the fact that he was becoming way too accustomed to looking at the crime scene photos.

He quickly exited out of the file and got out his phone, dialing in Sgt. Wu's number and bringing the device to his ear.

"Sgt. Wu"

"This is captain Renard, I need you to instruct the CSUs at the scene of Detective Burkhardt's abduction to send me the crime scene photos" he instructed, his voice crisp and direct.

Caught a little off by the request Wu took a moment before he responded, "will do sir, should I tell them to send you hard copies or just through an email?"

"Email's fine, just be sure to tell them that I need them as soon as possible"

"Yes sir"

Hanging up he walked back to his desk and sat down, his hand hovering over the computer mouse, indecision and doubt clouding his thoughts as he contemplated what his next move should be.

Until his contact got back to him he was really left with nothing but bloody crime scene photos and questions that were piled on with more questions. He hated feeling this useless, this…uncontrolled.

His city was in trouble, and he needed to put a stop to all this before he lost his Grimm to the blood shed that the Endeischen Grimm had ridden into his protectorate

~GRIMM~

Nick stood in silence as she walked past him and over to the wardrobe and reached in, pulling out a dagger of sorts that had a faded engravement on the handle. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as they walked the short distance around the inside of the trailer.

"Explain it to me then, because I'm really confused here" he whispered, his body frozen in shock.

She stopped then walked over to him, the blade held out in front of her in a manner that could have been seen as threatening with the tip of the blade pointed at his abdomen but he could sense that he wasn't in any danger of being stabbed.

"I will, eventually I will tell you everything but right now we much have to do and so little time" they answered, her voice soft and placating.

That wasn't going to cut it for him though, he needed answers and he needed to figure out the answer to so many questions that if they weren't given soon he feared that he would go mad. Like, what was she doing here? Why hadn't she come for him sooner? And the most important one, why wasn't she dead?

The shock and awe that had previously paralyzed him was beginning to thaw from the confusion and anger that he was battling with this earth shattering revelation.

"Why are you with them? You're too at ease to be here against your will so tell me why?" he asked, watching as she played with the dagger in her hand.

She took the seat behind the desk, the old springs groaning under her weight as she leaned back.

"You are very observant Nico, you have to be with the line of work you are in but I'm betting that it is the Grimm in you that gives you the edge over the other officers. Am I right?" she questioned, continuing to string him around, acknowledging her diversions but not giving him what he wants.

Growing tired of her games Nick pried his feet from the floor and approached her, the weapon in her hand in his sights at all times.

"Quit stalling and tell me what I want to know, right now!" he ordered.

With a predatory glint in her eyes she met his gaze head on, her eyes darker than two burning pieces of coal and her mouth set in a thin line.

"Fine, but I am going to warn you now that what I'm about to tell you will not be easy to understand or accept. All you need to know is that is the upmost truth and a scar that has haunted me for over a decade" she warned, her dark eyes digging into his own with a well sharpened ice pick.

Not backing down he leaned down so that they were at eye level, "tell me" he hissed, his words bloated with conviction.

~GRIMM~

The inside of the trailer looked like it had been hit by a miniature tornado; books lay open on every available surface, pens and pencils were scattered on the floor and desk and various other odds and ends had found places in the history holding trailer.

Monroe was sitting on the couch going over a large volume in his hand while Hank was back at the desk analyzing the thick book open before him, his eyes taking in every word and edge of the paper, looking for a wedge of paper that didn't belong.

Sighing out of exhaustion and anger Monroe tossed the book he held to the side and looked over at Hank who was still knee deep in books, his pace having not let up since they had begun.

"How can there be so many books in such a little space?" he questioned, subconsciously reaching over to grab another book.

Hank didn't answer him as he turned another page, tuning out everything but the sounds of the page turning and his own thoughts.

Seeing that he wasn't going to be conversing with him anytime soon Monroe returned to his own book, the words clinging to his eyesight with such intensity that they were starting to burn. It didn't take too long before his vision started to blur from the constant narrowing that he was forced to look away and rub his eyes, the pain starting to relieve after a few moments of rest.

Coming to the end of the book Hank closed the book and pushed it aside then simultaneously grabbing another book, this one much thinner than the last, and tipping it open with his fingers. It was a third way through the book that he begun to realize that he had already gone through this book, he recognized the blue ink smear on the page that was presented before him.

Growling in aggravation he shoved the book away from him and collapsed in the chair behind him, rubbing his eyes and face vigorously with his hands. Dropping his hands he tilted his head back and sighed.

"This is taking too long, at this rate by the time we find it Nick will have already been dead" he said, turning his head to look over at the other man.

Unable to hold his tongue Monroe replied,

"If there's anything to be found. For all we know Marie could have ended the sentence there or even destroyed or lost the supposed page that is missing" he didn't want to believe his words but it was hard not to feel hopeless with all the chaos and fear that surrounded them.

Hank shook his head, not willing to accept that, no, there had to be something that they were missing. From the brief time he had met the woman he could tell that she loved her nephew deeply and would do anything to protect him and if there was a danger that she thought he could face should would have left him some type of way overcoming it or at least a deeper description.

"No, Marie would have left some kind of way for Nick to defend himself against whatever she was afraid could be coming, we're just not seeing something!" he insisted.

Monroe had no response for this and only watched as Hank rose from the desk, a heavy book finding access to his hand as he made his way for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I've been in here way too long man, I need some air" as he was going to push the door open he remembered that he had a book in his hand he reached out and dropped the book on the antique chest and the moment the book made impact with the surface a loud pop was followed and soon a thin shoe box length drawer moved out from the chest and displayed itself to the two men. A billow of dust fluttered in the air from the unexpected release.

Both were in stunned silence for a few moments before Hank came back to the world and moved towards the revealed drawer, Monroe following his lead as he stood beside him and looked down at the inside.

The edges of the drawer were still coated in dust but the inside of the drawer was pristine, having not seen the light of day for who knows how long but judging by the amount of dust that had been released it had been quite a while. Along with being pristine though, folded up in the drawer was an old piece of paper that looked to have been ripped from a book or such.

Unable to keep his hopes from flaring Hank reached into the drawer and retrieved the piece of paper, his grip delicate as he carefully unfolded the piece of paper. Monroe watched from his side as the words were revealed to them, words that had been written by none other than Marie.

Hank brought the paper over to the desk and sat down in the chair, Monroe followed in his footsteps and hovering over him as they both read from the paper.

The legend I speak of is of the Blue Moon, a time in which a power is released from the heavens that is obtainable to all that perform Vărsarea, Effusio, Prolijevanja the language does not matter for they all mean the same: The Shedding.

If this ritual is performed correctly their strength will triple along with their sense of sight, hearing and even smell, but one other heightened ability they will gain is their already impeccable ability to see Wesen in their true form, which will only improve so drastically that it is possible for a whole city to be wiped out in a matter of days. In short, they will become the perfect killers.

The reason that I am so deeply troubled with the likelihood of this legend coming to pass is because of the predestined moon phases at the time of your birth, and based on that knowledge I say without doubt that on the day of your 33rd birthday, a number which holds great significance, a blue moon will occur.

Be careful Nick, they will come for you and I am fearful that my sickness will have long taken me from you but I pray that you find this message and take all precautions to protect yourself from falling into their hands.

I love you,

Marie Kessler

Hank leaned back in the chair and gave his mind a moment to go over everything he had just read.

"Have you ever heard of this ritual, The Shedding?" Hank asked, looking over at Monroe who had taken a seat on the old couch.

Monroe shook his head, "no, but that doesn't surprise me really, it's likely only known by Grimms and consequently Endeischen Grimm. I could ask Rosalee if she knows anything about it" he added, getting out his phone as he spoke.

"Yeah, do that. Meanwhile, I gotta get back to the station and see what if anything useful has been found at the scene. Call me if Rosalee has anything" he said, putting on his jacket as he headed for the door.

"Okay, yeah, sure" he said as Hank walked out of the trailer, closing the door behind him and leaving Monroe on his own in the history holding trailer.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As stated before one or a few important questions were answered and I have continued to pique your interest. Please review, because like all authors on this site I take great joy in seeing them, as always no flame reviews please. Until next time!