Disclaimer: I don't own Grimm but NBC does. I only own Charlotte and her family/friends. Can March 8th come now!?

Note: Just so you know, Hank knows about Nick being a Grimm for awhile now. Continue on…

Chapter 3

"So you said that this cat like thing was the only one that attacked the poor man?" Monroe asked.

"Pretty much you can call it a miracle that he survived," Charlotte said.

"I can't seem to find any regular cat scratches in the book that looks something like that," Rosalee said, staring down at the book.

"Looks like we're at a dead end," Nick said.

Charlotte could only shrug as she looked around the store. "Unless there's something else we don't know about, what do we got to go on?"

No one said anything after that. Her fingers flew on the ends of the books that were stocked on the shelves nearby. Her lips twitch as she keeps on looking.

"You know any creatures that can be a tiger like one?" she asked.

"I don't there isn't any that I heard of," Rosalee replied.

"Well there is something I've heard of before and this is going back to my great uncle Carl who well, he may've been a bit senile but he knew who's what…"

"We get it Monroe," Nick said. "What do you know?"

"Oh right let's see here…"

Monroe went towards one of the shelves to grab one of the books. Charlotte walked over towards where Nick was standing as she tried to calm her nerves down a bit which helped.

"Okay the Balam is a jaguar like cat that's very obsessive over their own kind if they got hurt," he said.

"Why would they come around here?" Nick asked.

"Carla had a boyfriend before she died," Charlotte said. "I found that out at her memorial but he seemed a little shady."

"How so?"

"I don't know maybe it was because he was grieving I don't know," she replied.

"Did you ever find out his name?" Nick asked.

"Honestly I didn't get his name since I really didn't see him after the service," she said. "Maybe he was messed up then because of what happened but I don't think he's the type to do that."

"Unless someone else is doing the dirty work," Nick said. He looked over and saw that Charlotte was thinking hard about something. He reached over to hold her hand and her head snapped towards his direction.

He felt her hand grasping on to his as well.

The next day, a suspect was brought in last night under suspicious activity around the crime scene. He was still in the holding cell until Nick and Hank went to meet him in an interrogation room. The man appeared to be in his late forties with brown hair starting to turn grey. He was looking around the room nervously before the two detectives walked in and closed the door.

"So Frank what were you doing around the store yesterday afternoon?" Hank asked him.

"I just wanted to see what happened since you know how rarely that store gets robbed," he said.

"And yet someone said that you were lurking around the scene of the crime after everyone left," Nick said, sitting down across from him.

Frank looked at him and he could tell immediately that he was a Grimm. He couldn't help but shape shift into a Balam in front of their eyes. Hank was thrown off guard a little but was still managing to keep focus on the case.

"Look I had nothing to do with that robbery," he said.

"Sure if you didn't, but why hang around there?" Hank asked.

"It may sound bad but it's not. I was there only because someone wanted me to check it out since they saw it on the news," he replied. "I had nothing to do with the robbery."

Nick and Hank looked each other before turning their attention back to Frank whose face returned to his human form.

"From what I heard, it was meant to be a robbery I just didn't think they would actually pull it off," he said.

"Who are they?"

"Wish I knew but maybe someone can," he said a bit too cryptically.

"Ugh stupid article, stupid writers' block. Stupid, stupid, stupid nonsense bull crap," Charlotte mumbled to herself.

She was in her pajamas earl since she stepped into the house. Nick had texted her saying he'll be home just as he needs to finish up questioning another person once they tracked him down if they could and she was set to write her article about another robbery since Dylan offered to work together on the one they were at earlier.

Charlotte sighed heavily as she went out of her office to grab some coffee she made. She knew it would be awhile before she would finish up considering it wasn't due until tomorrow afternoon for press. She sighed knowing that she has a long night ahead of her.

Her laptop was on with some of her article written when she logged into her email. She saw one email from her brother telling her to call him when she gets a chance. She reached for the phone nearby when her laptop dinged indicating she's getting a Skype call from Josh herself.

"You know I was just going to call you," she said.

"Yeah well I can't help it besides it would take you ages to return," Josh said.

"Har, har" she rolling her eyes. "How's everything?"

"Same old same old, the wife took the girls to dance just awhile ago," he replied.

"Aw, tell my little nieces Aunty Charlotte gives her love."

"You know I do and I wish you could come down to visit," he said.

"Me too; hey by the way did you get a call from Dad awhile back?" Charlotte asked.

"I did but Lyssa was here and from what she told me it felt weird considering she's never met the man before," he replied.

"I know but what can you do about it?" she asked as she rested her chin on her hand and tilted her head to the side. "Do you think we should give him another chance?"

"Honestly I don't know," Josh said. "I mean I want him to meet his grandchildren but it's been far too long. The least he could've done was tried to keep in contact with us if he wasn't going to be with Mom anymore."

"You got to realize that was his choice," I said. She moved the screen she had her brother on to the side as she typed her article up.

"So how are you and the boyfriend?"

"If you mean Nick then we're fine which by the way thanks for ratting out to Mom about him," she said, narrowing her eyes at the screen.

"Hey it's not my fault I thought she knew," he said defensively.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure she 'knew'" she said using air quotes. She heard the front door open. "I got to go."

"Ah he's home. Well I'll talk to you soon," she said.

"Yeah same here, I'll tell the girls you love them and said hi," Josh said.

"Yeah you do that," Charlotte said smiling as she clicked off her web cam. She rolled her neck before she got up out of her seat.

"You're back," she said.

"Yeah we couldn't find who we're looking for," he said.

"That stinks."

"Who were you talking to just now?"

"My brother Skype me," she replied. "We were just catching up and then we talked about our Dad."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Nick asked.

She only shook her head as she gave her a sad smile. "I'll be okay it's just a lot to process," she replied.

Charlotte told him that she had to finish getting ready before they headed out to dinner tonight. As she went upstairs, Nick couldn't help shake off the feeling that something wasn't right but he didn't want her to worry.

Even if it meant that something was up with her.

A/n: Okay I know it's been ages since I've updated but I came up like a broken fuse so I hope this makes up.

Next few chapters are going to be tense so don't say I didn't warn you. We have a month left before Grimm comes back! I'm coping well with this hiatus. Sort of. Hope you guys are too!

Glad you guys are liking this and what not so far! I thank you guys for your never ending support and patience. I'll try to update again soon since we're bracing a blizzard so if I don't have power (god forbid) then you know why.

Until next time,
Spike