Adalind had taken to wearing Nick's shirts.
The knowledge occurred to him one evening when he had returned home and discovered her on the couch wearing one of his old t-shirts.
Thinking back, he realized that wasn't the first time.
He recalled coming home late. He and Monroe had been dealing with a particularly deadly wessen. He had told Adalind what he had been doing. Had discussed the case with her and asked her thoughts. They both agreed that it wouldn't have been wise of her to go with him. So with Monroe he had hunted and taken down the wesen. A little battered and a little bloody, he had walked through the door to find Adalind asleep, wearing one of his henlys.
And had her arms been wrapped around herself?
Nick was starting to think that by wearing his shirts, maybe Adalind was seeking comfort in more ways than one.
He mentioned his thoughts to Hank while the two men were grabbing lunch at their favorite diner.
"It makes sense. She's come to rely on you. You've basically become her knight in shining armor. And in my experience, women love to steal their man's clothes. All three of my ex wives were constantly stealing my shirts. Especially my hoodies."
Nick thought to himself that he liked the idea of Adalind seeing him as her man.
Their lunch was interrupted by a call from Adalind's coworker, Joanna.
"I need you to get to our office building right away. Adalind's been hurt."
The dark look that came over Nick's face caused a shiver to run up Hank's spine. Though he could not hear the conversation, he had a strong feeling that whatever happened, it involved Adalind being harmed in some way.
Nick practically flew out of the car when they made it to the law office. There, the two detectives discovered security guards trying to restrain a man and a woman. But Nick's focus was on locating Adalind.
Joanna spotted Nick and directed him to an office where Adalind was laying on a couch. He was at her side in an instant. Fear and rage boiled within him when he saw the blood on the side of her head.
"We were caught completely by surprise. The Taylors were arguing, It got pretty heated, but heated arguments between divorcing couples are nothing new. Then Mr. Taylor just picked up a stapler and threw it. He was looking at his soon to be ex wife when he did it, but his aim was off and he hit Adalind in the head instead."
Nick stood up quickly, and took a step toward the man with a murderous scowl on his face. But Adalind's hand gently pressed on his arm stopped him in his tracks.
"It's alright Nick. I'm alright. But I do need you,,,to take me home."
Her sweet voice brought him back to his senses. Beating Mr. Taylor up would only prevent Nick from getting Adalind home and taking care of her.
He looked at Hank, who smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, partner. I'll handle things while you look after Adalind."
Nick scooped Adalind up and carried her to her car. He had carpooled with Hank that day so there was no need to worry about his truck.
Hank approached Mr. Taylor.
"Assaulting a pregnant woman, that's not going to help you in your divorce."
"I didn't mean to hit the lawyer." Mr. Taylor tried to defend himself.
"I don't think that's going to matter much. What was it that got everybody so heated?"
"She's trying to take the vacation home in Hawaii." Mr. Taylor growled.
"You're the one who put it in my name. So that makes it a gift." Mrs. Taylor said smugly.
"That was for tax reasons and you know it!"
"Sounds like you trying to cheat the government is going to cost you."
When Nick got Adalind home, he gave her one of his oldest and most comfortable shirts to change into.
She smiled brightly at him, seeing that he had figured out her little quirk and was alright with it.
He made them both a strong cup of the stress reducing tea and curled up with her on the couch.
She said nothing when his arms wrapped around her. She simply snuggled into his chest and enjoyed the comfort and protection she always felt when wrapped in his scent.