After checking into the hotel and getting a bite to eat, Xander and Cordelia decided on an early night. The next morning Xander watched some TV while Cordelia read a book. As the day wore on and they didn't hear from Detective Burkhardt they began to get impatient.

"I realize it's going to take him some time to decide he can trust us, but wouldn't that be easier if he spent some time getting to know us?" Cordelia asked.

"It would. I wonder if something's come up and that's why we haven't heard from him." Xander suggested. "Maybe we should call, ask if we can meet and talk some more. It would give us an idea if something is going on or if he's blowing us off."

"Let's do that and if he is blowing us off he's going to get a piece of my mind."

"If he had an ounce of self preservation in him, he wouldn't risk your temper."

"You risk my temper."

"Yes, but I usually like your temper and where it leads us. Not everyone likes tactless, self proclaimed bitches."

"Then I should probably count myself lucky that my soulmate is a guy who does." Cordelia smiled her brilliant thousand watt smile at him. He grinned his lopsided grin back at her.

Xander called Detective Burkhardt's station and asked for him.

"He's unavailable at this time." The desk Sargeant told him. "He's been in closed meetings and interrogations all day. Would you like to leave a message?"

"No, that's okay. Thank you." Xander hung up and looked at Cordelia. "Something is up. The officer who answered said he's been in closed meetings and interrogations all day. Maybe we should go to the station and see if we can catch him during a break. That way he could give us an idea of when he might break free."

"At the very least it'll get us out of this hotel room for a little while. I'll call a cab. You pack our things and put them in the dimensional pocket in case we have to leave in a hurry."

"Okay. Won't take long." Xander agreed. Once they arrived at the station, they asked for Detective Burkhardt again and were directed to the bullpen. They headed for a tense group near an office with a sign on the door that read Captain Sean Renard.

Xander surveyed the group as he and Cordelia approached. He tried not to flinch when he saw two of the people standing there. Since the Detective wasn't trying to kill the creatures who's flesh looked warped and dessicated, they probably weren't demons or Wesen that preyed on humans. Just really ugly. The other female was actually cute. The brown nose and cream and brown fur bordered on adorable. Xander also took note of the fact that Detective Griffen and Sargeant Wu were in the group.

Detective Nick Burkhardt was not having a good day. His good friend Rosalie was a having a much worse day. Their investigation of Monroe's kidnapping had led to finding a corrupt cop who was part of the Wesenrein, a Wesen version of the Ku Klux Klan. A pure blood hate group that wanted to make an example of Monroe because he dared to marry outside his bloodline. That he and Rosalie loved each other didn't matter to the fanatic hatemongers. Nick himself was getting more desperate as the day went on. The Wesenrein were killers. The longer it took to find Monroe, the more likely he was to be dead. He saw Captain Renaud look behind him at someone and then the Captain said. "If you need to speak to one us, unless it's an emergency, now isn't a good time."

"I'm getting that impression." Nick heard Xander's voce behind him and realized he'd forgotten to touch base with him. Then he remembered, Xander was an outsider to the group, but somewhat familiar with Wesen and Grimm. Given the situation and the fact that the public didn't know about Wesen, they couldn't be official on this. Maybe Xander could offer an outside perspective that could help.

"Captain, I know him. He might possibly be able to help, if he's willing and if you let him."

"My office, you two included. I want to know exactly what you mean."

"Oh boy, we walked into something, didn't we?" Xander snarked.

"Yeah, you did." Detective Griffen told him. "Something big, nasty and not something we can do anything about, officially." Once in the Captain's office, Nick offered an abbreviated explanation.

"He's not a Wesen, but he knows about Wesen and Grimm."

"And how does that help us?" The Captain asked.

"Xander, Monroe's been kidnapped by a hate group. They're Wesen, but fanatical about keeping pure bloodlines. He and Rosalie here." Nick indicated the cute Wesen female. "Recently got married. This group kills the people they target. The longer they have him, the less likely we are to find him alive. Could you tell us what you see, when you look at Rosalie."

"Love your nose, that little brown nose makes you adorable." He might as well have lobed a grenade into the room.

"He can see me?!" Rosalie screeched.

"Yeah, I get that you think that's a big deal. But I see alot of things others tend to not see." Xander told them.

"Some kind of psychic?" The Captain asked.

"Among other things. So what is it you want me to do?" Xander asked Nick.

"We have one of the members of the group in custody, but he knows we can't touch him officially, since Wesen aren't known to the public and he's not talking."

"You want me to talk to him. Unofficially. How unofficially?"

"Stop short of blood and death." Nick answered grimly.