Disclaimer: I don't own Grimm, I only own Charlotte and her family/friends.

Chapter 11

Charlotte couldn't help but shake away the feeling. She felt that something was going to happen but she couldn't be so sure. Even if she was busying herself with work for a few hours.

She was typing away on her laptop her latest article though it was going to be a short one, she hoped to email it to her editor by the time he leaves for the day which wasn't for another three hours.

"Hey sis?"

"Office," Charlotte called out.

The footsteps of her brother's made their way to her office and Josh could help but frown on his face. She turned up and gave him a look.

"Don't give me that look," she said.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?" he asked.

"I am but I'm working at home so it's not like I'm actually going into work or anything," she replied. "And besides, the news don't write themselves."

"True," Josh said as he sat down.

"And also the fact that I couldn't even sleep last night I need to work on something," she said.

"Okay I so didn't need to know that."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes at her brother.

"Not everything revolves around sex you nut job," she said.

"Oh," he said. "Was it your shoulder?"

"A little," she lied. The last thing she needed was to tell her brother that she had a nightmare over something dumb. "But I took some meds for it and it helped."

"Good hey while I'm here you want to go do something? We don't have to stay out too long or anything," he suggested.

She thought it over for a second. "Sure," she replied. "Just let me get ready."

Charlotte excused herself while she sent Nick a text as she went upstairs to get ready.

"So let me get this straight, we may've found our guy but yet he just slips away like that?"

"Yep but good news, we at least got photo ID so the next time he strikes, we'll get him," Wu said.

"How we're supposed to do that?" Hank asked.

"Simple, we find out when he'll rob again and catch him there," Nick said.

"And how do we find that out?" Hank asked.

"You leave that to me," Nick replied simply as he reached over to call Monroe with a plan formulating in his head.

"Hello?" Monroe answered.

"Hey you think you can help us out with something?" Nick asked.

"No 'how are you?' or anything? Honestly Nick, you got to have more compassion," Monroe said in a half mock/serious tone.

"Now's not the time to be funny," Nick said.

"Who said I am?"

"Do you know when the next attack is going to happen?"

"Are you saying what I'm think you're saying? Cause if that's the case…"

"Would you find out?" he asked.

"Well I suppose but you know it's not going to be easy," Monroe said. "But I'll find a way hopefully Rosalee won't worry too much over it."

Neither would Charlotte Nick thought to himself.

Later that night, Nick just finished up a few phone calls when Charlotte got in herself. It was good that she got out of the house for a while. Even if it was just with her brother she was glad to be out of the house.

"How did everything go?" she asked.

"Well, we know the description of the guy and Monroe is going to find out when he'll strike again," Nick replied.

"That's cool. But what about my accident?"

"I didn't find anything, I'm sorry," he replied in remorse.

She only gave a half smile as she sat down on the couch. She took off her boots and curled her legs so she was comfortable.

"What's going to happen if you know when he'll strike?" Charlotte asked.

"Most likely we're going undercover," he said. "Unless something happens before that then I'll be getting him with Hank and Monroe."

Charlotte could only nod.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Nick asked, taking a seat across from her on the coffee table.

"I just don't want you to get hurt or worse," she said.

"You know nothing will," he said.

"But there's that chance. I don't want to be one of those women who get that fateful knock on the door especially since you're dealing with different monsters that people don't even know exists," she said.

"Where is this all coming from?"

"It got me thinking since the accident and I don't know. I'm just being irrational," she said, looking out the window.

"Hey," he said softly as he moved from his spot next to her on the couch. "I'm not going anywhere and nothing is going to happen to you again. I'll make sure that whoever did this will be put away."

All she could do was nod and give a half smile as he wrapped his arms around her but not making the wound her shoulder more in pain than it's already in.

"How's the shoulder?" he asked.

"Has its aches and pains but can't really complain," she replied.

"That's good," he said, as he continued to hold on to her while he stared out the window.

Later that night, Nick got called to another crime scene. He hoped that he would have a night in with Charlotte but he knew that it wouldn't work out once he got the call. Charlotte had understood that he needed to go and assured him thousands of times that she would be fine as always.

So that's where she is now. She changed into an old t-shirt and one of her plaid pajama bottoms as she was sitting on her bed with the laptop on. She was checking up on work emails and editing her articles for work.

She let out a breath as she stared at the clock beside her nightstand which read 11:23pm. She took one look at her laptop before setting it aside. Charlotte stretched her body out as she went through her notes. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she went through her papers again.

"Knowing me I left it downstairs," she said to herself. "Of course I'm talking to myself. I know I'm going crazy."

Charlotte got off from the bed and headed downstairs. She looked around in the living room and nothing was there. She also went into the kitchen and flipped through the mail; which turned out to be junk mail. After she dimmed the lights in the kitchen, she went into her little office.

After a few minutes of going through drawers and everything on it, she decided to go back upstairs for the night. When she was leaving, her hip bumped into a few books and they fell on the floor. She sighed heavily as she bent down to pick them up.

Not only she found what she needed, she also found something written in Nick's handwriting. With the handwriting he has, she can only make out the words.

"McMillian Street 6:15pm Saturday," she read aloud.

A sudden thought came to her mind. She went upstairs and googled in the street. She saw that it was somewhere on the other side of town. What's weird is that why would Nick write something like that down?

Unless he knew something beforehand or Monroe probably found out something about the robbery spree.

Maybe perhaps the person who did the hit and run accident on her.

Either way, she was determined to find out.

A/n: Hi guys! So super sorry I haven't updated in ages. School is crazy and I'm getting over a head cold. You know how tricky those are.

I'm going to try and update again next week hopefully. I do want to make it longer but I'm afraid of cramming everything in. We'll see what happens.

ONE MORE WEEK LEFT UNTIL SEASON 3! I can't wait! It's been far too long.

Leave some love. I thank you guys for your patience and support! They mean a lot and you guys are amazing.

Until next time,
Spike