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ALWAYS AND FOREVER

THE COINS OF ZAKYNTHOS

[III - 1x13]

"For me there are neither locks nor bolts, whatsoever I desire is mine." - 'The Master Thief'


Nick Burkhardt had a secret – he was a Portland Detective, a Grimm, and a father.

His gift was to see Wesen monsters and kill them.

But not all were monsters, some Wesen were his friends and confidants. Monroe, a Blutbad, Rosalee, a Fuchsbau, and Bud, an Eisbiber.

Grimms were the monsters in Wesen fairytales.

Nick pondered the secret behind four Grimm keys in his possession, which he'd discovered, when printed on their side, unlocked a map of the Black Forest in Germany. His mother, Kelly speculated there were seven keys altogether. His aunt Marie and mother were the only two Grimms he'd known, until he'd met Trubel, his third cousin.

Recently, Trubel was recruited by Meisner and the Resistance to help eradicate Black Claw – Wesen intent on living in a world where they didn't have to hide their true selves from society.

The loft was quiet, and Nick's son Kelly Jr snoozed in his cot. The mother of his child, Adalind Schade had borrowed one of his shirts, it barely covered her legs. He'd thrown a blanket over her and sat at his desk, pouring over Grimm books, desperate to learn what the knights hid in the Black Forest.

His aunt had passed on her Grimm legacy. She left him a trailer, housed with weaponry and potions. He discovered Captain Renard recruited him, to hold power over his Royal cousins. Renard worked with the Resistance; but power came with a price. His and Adalind's daughter, Diana became the prize, a pawn between the Resistance, the Royals and Black Claw.

Renard turned on Nick when he became Mayor of Portland, and a war began. More Wesen were compelled to reveal themselves to humans, breaking the Wesen Law of Secrecy. With the Royals arriving and Juliette becoming a Hiexenbiest in a body swap linked to Nick regaining his powers… his life turned upside down.

He had seen Adalind outside a coffee shop four years ago, and she had scared the hell out of him. She admitted, 'he had scared her too, she had never seen a Grimm before'. She was a Hiexenbiest. Nick had unwillingly put his fiancé Juliette, in danger. His relationship could not withstand his lies or the reveal of Juliette's eventual Hexenbiest powers.

He was torn between his past and present.

Juliette craved Adalind's death by any means. Her deal with the Royals caused his mother's murder. Her betrayal sickened him, but he could not end her life as easily as he wanted to. Trubel's crossbow arrow struck Juliette's neck, a precaution he was willing to take if he was unable to follow through.

"Juliette!" He caught her in his arms, distress in his voice.

Her final breath, along with a whispered apology, rendered him grief-stricken.

Overwhelmed with emotions he was comforted by Trubel's presence until darkness set in.


Days after her death, Nick sold his house upon Monroe's suggestion and drove Adalind and Kelly to a building labelled, 'Imperial Paints' – somewhere they could hide from Renard, Black Claw and their enemies. All Adalind wanted was to be a mother and raise her two children, he supported her.

His mother had protected Diana, and Adalind was grateful.

They named their son, Kelly in honour of her.

They had lost so much, and now they had Diana to reclaim.

Nick still had to be careful – he was a Fugitive in Renard's eyes.

Nick sank into the bed he'd organized for Trubel's visits. It creaked beneath his weight, and he listened to the wind battle the shuttered windows. He wondered how Adalind had survived without Diana. She had reunited with her daughter before his mother had raised her for the resistance. He hoped Meisner could locate her like he had done once before. He couldn't imagine losing Kelly.

"Nick?" Adalind stood by the end of his bed with a conflicted expression.

He propped himself up on his elbows, "Is it Kelly?"

She shook her head, fidgeting with her hands. "I'm scared for Diana."

Nick nodded, "Trubel and Meisner are searching for her."

Adalind shivered, shooting an anxious glance at Kelly in his cot.

"Are you cold?" Nick asked, pulling at the blankets on his bed.

She bit her lip and nodded, "Can you come sleep with us, I'd feel much safer with you nearby."

Nick nodded and followed her up to bed with his gun and pillow.

Adalind settled beside him, "Goodnight Nick."

"Goodnight, Adalind," he whispered, rolling onto his side.


Nick let Adalind's soft breaths lull him to sleep. Kelly gurgled in his crib. He watched the ceiling fan grind to a halt, until his eyelids drooped, and he was lost in a dreamless sleep.

Somewhere between the caw of a crow, and after Adalind had fed Kelly and returned to bed, did Nick recall his parent's car crash. Images sprouted in his mind. His Aunt Marie consoling him as a child. Police sirens stinging his ears. Shaking Renard's hand as he collected his badge. A manila file showing photographs of their accident. An overturned car in flames.

Chills pulsed through his veins… Nick gritted his teeth, it was just a dream.

Kimura's face slunk away from the crowd; his footsteps splashed in silent puddles.

His mother defended herself from the Royals, until her head rolled to Kenneth's feet.

He saw Juliette and Kenneth entwined in his bed; passionate moans twisted his stomach.

An unfamiliar child shivered in an empty room, the crayon in her hand snapped in two.

Nick woke with a yell, startling Kelly and Adalind.


Rebekah turned in her car seat to check on Hope who waved her wolf toy in her fist. She smelled like potato wedges and ketchup from Hollis' bar; but Rebekah didn't mind. Dyson transferred the little wolf into Rebekah's arms, and Kenzi packed her overnight bag. Rebekah apologised on Klaus and Hayley's behalf and thanked them for minding her niece.

She would be reunited with her parents soon enough.

"Always and Forever, Hope. Everything's going to be okay."

Rebekah hoped Hayley wouldn't be too mad, but she had only ever seen Nik this scared when she had set their father, Mikael on his heels, a regret that still haunted her.

Hope's safety was her priority now, she owed it to Nik, and to her friend, Hayley.


Monroe was in Rosalee's Spice Shop, re-labelling bottles when the phone rang. He wasn't expecting any calls, and Rosalee had gone out to deliver Bud some spark plugs. The Wesen community were keeping a low profile, and Monroe was still jumpy after Juliette rejected their Hiexenbiest cure. It had taken days to put everything in place, and they were out of silkworms.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Hold your horses – Rosalee's Spice Shop, this is Monroe-"

The caller was jovial, but Monroe frowned, "Klaus Mikaelson, what do you want?"

"Is that any way to greet an old friend, a brother, even? I need a favour."

Monroe's eyes flashed red, "What kind of favour? You still owe me for the last one."

Klaus sighed, "I need you to hide my family, I wouldn't ask if it weren't dire."

Monroe remembered the Mikaelsons only too clearly, and their reputations.

"How many of you are we talking, because my grandfather's clock took five sponges and bleach to wash the blood from its mahogany frame after your visit five years ago."

"Three of us, two adults and a baby, and it was a full moon," Klaus replied.

Monroe scratched a stain on his bench with a frown, "Who is it this time?"

Klaus gritted his teeth, "Gaspar Cortez."

Monroe groaned, "The Warlord? Not to be unwelcoming but we've got our own war here."

Klaus sighed, "Hide us, and I'll make it worth your while."

Monroe rubbed his face, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but we need all the help we can get."


Nick received a call from Wu that a man in the Interrogation room requested his presence – he had a calculative glare, and a purpose he wasn't willing to share with Hank. The man sat with good posture, revealing a gentleman of sorts, "Ah, Burkhardt, I presume? You look just like her."

Nick glanced up from his file, his photo dated years before his hair greyed and wrinkles creased. "Farley Kolt, retired FBI agent, age: 51. Special Interest: ancient artefacts. Why don't we start by you telling me what you meant, like who?" Nick thew the file between them.

Kolt put down his disposable coffee cup, "Kelly, Marie's sister."

Bewilderment struck Nick; he wasn't expecting his aunt's name to be associated with this case.

"Marie and I were engaged. She said you were a cop, like your father."

Nick cleared his throat, "You knew my father?"

Kolt smiled, "Just what Marie told me. I read in the papers your parents died in a car crash?"

Nick nodded, "Yes. According to our investigation you were staying in a hotel nearby?"

Kolt nodded, twiddling his thumbs, "How is Marie?"

Nick replied in a hollow tone, "She died, four years ago just after she arrived in Portland."

Kolt twisted the ring on his finger, "She will be missed," he said.

His aunt Marie had never mentioned him, but even if she had, there was only Kolt's word.

"You are here because Sergeant Wu and Detective Griffin found stolen evidence in your possession."

Kolt smiled, "The Coins of Zakynthos were given to me."

Nick read the police report aloud, "So far we've multiple homicides with the coins in common. They were in the possession of a German coin dealer, beaten to death by Akira Kimura after selling them to Sam Bertram. Bertram was murdered by Ian Flynn and Hans Roth, found deceased from gunshot wounds. Soledad Marquesa was shot pursuing Captain Renard, who Kimura attacked, following a false lead made by you. Why I should I trust you with the coins?"

Kolt leaned forward, "Because Akira Kimura witnessed your parent's crash in 1994."

Nick's question came with urgency, "Was my father guarding these coins?"

Nowhere did it mention coins or Akira Kimura's identity in his research, he needed the truth.

"Kimura wanted the coins from your father who was entrusted them by Niklaus Mikaelson."

Nick furrowed his brow, "Who is Niklaus Mikaelson?"

Kolt glanced at the tinted glass windows behind Nick's head, "that requires another coffee."


"How's Hayley?" Klaus raised his coffee to his lips, ignoring the stares from a pretty barista.

Klaus had left New Orleans at Marcel's request. This was no longer his fight, he had Hope to think of, and Marcel would not let Cortez endanger them. As appointed leader of the Strix, Marcel had an army of allies. Davina and Vincent had a plan to destroy the ancestors and Kol poured over Esther's journals for answers. What worried Klaus most, was Hayley's reaction.

"She slept like a baby, but she'll want answers and her phone," Freya said, tossing it to Klaus.

Klaus put down his mug, "She couldn't stay in the Appalachians forever."

Elijah stirred sugar into his tea, "I will ask Aya if she's heard anything of Cortez's arrival."

Klaus frowned, "The Strix betrayed you, how can you forgive Aya, for her part?"

Elijah sipped his tea, "The same way you can forgive Marcellus. She's family."

Klaus pocketed Hayley's phone in his jacket, forgetting he still wore her 'mother trucker' hat.

Freya interrupted, "The coins of Zakynthos? I thought the Grimms destroyed all three?"

Klaus shook his head, "I entrusted mine to Reed Burkhardt. He was murdered for them."

"Who has the other two?" Freya mused, biting into a strawberry friand.

Klaus tossed a few bills onto their table, "That's anyone's guess," he muttered.

Freya's eyes glazed over, "I see… a claw mark, bloodshed and a man… Bonaparte."

Klaus exchanged a significant look with Elijah, "Black Claw."


Sergeant Wu passed Kolt his coffee and Nick, water. Hank would notify Nick if Renard were to enter, but Nick hoped he was too busy with mayoral duties to check into his old station.

Kolt cleared his throat, "It begins in the 8th century B.C. when gold was mined on the Ancient Greek Island of Zakynthos. Certain coins were stamped, one side with a swastika, which at the time symbolized good fortune, and the other side, with the head of the Nemean lion which symbolized wealth and power. You remember, the Nemean lion had been slain by Heracles, who had fur impervious to attacks, and claws which cut through armour, sharper than mortal swords. Those in possession of the coins had a charismatic influence over others, but the coins had a devastating effect on whoever possessed them."

"Obsession, jealousy, power," Nick interrupted. "Forensics found they were dusted with arsenic."

Kolt nodded, "When the Greek empire fell, the coins were found by the Romans and went from Claudius to Caligula, to Nero, through to China and Han dynasty before reappearing in Nazi Germany. Their whereabouts went unknown after Hitler's death and only some Grimms knew their location. Grimms were not as affected by the coins and protected them until 18 years ago..."

"When my parents were murdered," Nick murmured, a pang of grief washed over him.

"I thought the coins were lost, until I discovered Kimura with them. I've heard rumours Niklaus Mikaelson is coming to Portland to avenge his friend's murder. I wouldn't be surprised if Kimura knows he's a dead man, and that's why he's so desperate to regain the coins."

Sergeant Wu received a message from Hank, "Ballistics report, Kolt is free to go."

Nick rose from his seat, his mind flooded with new possibilities.

"Thank you for your cooperation, maybe our paths will cross again?"

Kolt nodded, "I'm sure they will, Detective Burkhardt."

Nick shook his hand, much to Wu's exasperation, and caught sight of his Kolt's Wesen form.

"A Steinadler," he whispered, impressed by Kolt's eagle-like woge.

Nick, Hank and Wu followed him out of the Interrogation room, where they could debrief.


Hayley woke in an unfamiliar bed with a headache and revenge in mind. She felt her clothes for her phone, no surprise it was taken by her traitorous friends. She wondered whose idea it was to spell her to sleep, Elijah or Freya's? She lifted the blankets off her torso, and put her feet to the floor, stopping her head from spinning with two shaky hands.

Where was Klaus? Where was Hope? Where was she?

She heard whispers, and held the banister so as not to fall, ignoring her ability to whoosh down the stairs. She was far too groggy for that. A short, brunette woman sat at the table buttering bread, whilst a man in an apron cut onions on a chopping board. Gold rays of the setting sun shone through the curtained windows and onto the linoleum.

Hayley entered the kitchen with half a mind to demand Panadol for her throbbing headache.

The man's eyes flashed red in a panic, "She's awake! Rosalee!"

"Monroe, don't frighten her!" Rosalee almost knocked over the bread tower in her haste to help.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not frightening her, besides she's part wolf. You're not scared?"

Hayley shook her head. "Not scared, more vengeful. Where's Klaus?"

"He has business to attend to," Monroe replied as though he'd practiced it.

"Coffee?" Rosalee suggested, pulling out a chair beside her and pouring her a fresh mug.

Hayley let the coffee calm her wonky senses, "How do you know Klaus?"

"We go way back, he's a relation of sorts. He called me, wanted refuge."

The doorbell made Hayley and Rosalee jump, and Monroe almost threw onions over the stove. Rosalee went to get the door, spying through the peep hole for extra security.

She sighed, "It's Nick, he'll want to know all about this."

Hayley brought her mug to her chest. She reached for some bread – she hadn't eaten since breakfast. Maybe she needed blood. Monroe greeted a serious man with a gun in his holster.

"Nick, this is Hayley Mikaelson, she's staying with us, indefinitely."

Hayley was too tired to correct him, besides she was busy plotting Klaus' murder.

"Mikaelson, as in Niklaus Mikaelson?" Nick wrapped his hand along the handle of his gun.

Rosalee and Monroe nodded, "Onion soup?" Monroe offered. "We've plenty."

Hayley turned to Nick and said, "It's okay, you can kill him after me."


Rebekah glanced at the directions to Monroe's cottage that lay open on her car seat, singing along to The Wiggles' Fruit Salad, when she slammed on the breaks. Standing in the middle of the road was somebody she did not expect to see in Portland.

The woman walked towards her in heels, "Rebekah Mikaelson, I thought you were buried at sea."

"I thought you were buried alive, you know, with the spiders and cockroaches," Rebekah said.

Aurora de Martel smirked, her coat dusted in cement and her hair tattered with cobwebs.

"I still have some sires who'd love me. I pity Cami, the frail human who Klaus manipulated. Much like you and me, Klaus destroyed her. She's better off dead, don't you agree?"

Rebekah contemplated running her over but didn't want Aurora's blood on her convertible. Besides, she was trying to be a better role model for Hope, although maybe under the circumstances…

"Why Cami?" Rebekah pressed, gripping the steering wheel.

Aurora laughed, a high-pitched trill which hurt Rebekah's ears.

"'Love is a vampire's greatest weakness'. Klaus gave me no choice. And now, I have a means to end him, with bullets made from a darling wooden knight. Poetic. Klaus made it for you, to keep you safe, and now, it's a weapon which will cause you great bodily harm."

Rebekah reversed her car, as wooden bullets rang out over her head.

Cars came out of nowhere, with men armed with rifles.

"Hope, I'm going to get us out of here, but if you can do magic, I'd appreciate it."

Rebekah spun the wheel to the far right, dodging cars speeding towards her, and drove 100mph, with her teeth clenched. She couldn't bring them to Monroe's house, she needed to lose them first. Aurora was helped into a van by a tall man, who Rebekah assumed was one of her sires.

She flew over a pedestrian crossing with Hope laughing in her car seat and spun the wheel to the left to exit through a round-a-bout and ruined a line of shrubs. She floored it down the opposite street, taking down a Bakery marquee, which blew into the road and hindered her convoy. Unintentionally Rebekah wrapped her car around the telegraph pole and shattered her windscreen.


When she lifted her head, Rebekah's vision was clouded by smoke from the burnt-out engine.

She pulled shards of glass from her arms and turned around to tug Hope free of her car seat.

She loosened the seat belt, and pulled Hope out, "We're going to be okay."

She grabbed Hope's bag onto her shoulder and climbed over the crinkled car door.

There was a screech of tyres rounding the corner, and the motorbike wearer removed their helmet.

The girl had short black hair, and bruises all over her face. "You must be Rebekah, and Hope." She adjusted her jacket, a machete tied to her back, "I'm Teresa Rubel, 'Trubel' for short. The Royals will be here soon and judging by their intent to kill you, I think we best skedaddle. Hop on."

Rebekah hesitated, "Thanks but I can probably run faster than that bike."

Trubel smirked, "You don't know my bike, but you're welcome to stay and fight?"

Rebekah sighed, and held onto Trubel's waist, Hope between them. "I need to get to Monroe's."

Trubel put on her helmet and pressed a button that propelled her bike into a sudden mist.

"Easy," she said, flicking on the fog lights. "Hang on."


Nick had only eaten one spoonful of soup when he received Hank's call about a car crash. Hayley overheard the details, "That's my friend, Rebekah's car." Nick didn't want to argue, so he thanked Monroe for the soup and left, almost running into a man with a 'mother trucker' cap on his head.

Hayley's eyes flashed yellow, "I trusted you!" She shoved the man down the sidewalk by his lapels.

Nick was impressed by how much ground she covered in her determination. "Niklaus, I presume?"

Monroe nodded a protective arm around Rosalee's shoulders, "That's him."

Klaus ducked under her attempts to punch him, "I was trying to protect you!"

"What happened to making decisions together? What happened to trusting me?" Hayley yelled.

Klaus sighed, "I do trust you, more than you will ever know."

Hayley threw her hands in the air, "'More than I know' huh? Last time you said that you snapped my neck. I wanted to believe you'd changed, that you were finally being the father figure Hope needed in her life, but you're just the same manipulative bastard you ever were."

Klaus ignored his bruised ego and grabbed her shoulders, "Will you stop yelling, you're going to attract more than the neighbours… Rebekah is alright. She has Hope, and thanks to Nick's friend Trubel, they escaped before any danger succumbed to them."

"Trubel's here?" Rosalee interrupted. "Is she okay?"

Klaus let go of Hayley's arms and gingerly sidestepped her so he could greet Monroe and Nick.

Hayley took in a few deep breaths before asking about Cortez.

"What happened in New Orleans?" she demanded.

Klaus sighed, "Marcel is handling it. He wants us safe and right now we're sitting ducks."

Monroe's eyes flashed red, he'd sensed… "Blood," he looked at Rosalee in alarm.

Klaus wiped his hands on his pants, "There's no saving Rebekah's car," he admitted.

Nick noticed his body language, "I didn't send Trubel. In fact, I thought she was with Meisner, trying to find Diana. How did you know she was back?"

Klaus picked up his cap which had fallen off, "I saw the chase unfold, and I offered my assistance."

Monroe walked up to Klaus, his eyes glowing, "The Royals?"

Hayley had cottoned on, the veins in her eyes reacting to her hunger.

Klaus removed his jacket, revealing his torso drenched in blood.

"Nobody messes with my family," Klaus whispered.

Hayley stared at him, "Whose blood, Klaus?"

Klaus smirked, "Nobody worth mentioning. I believe Black Claw won't be very happy with me."

Nick received another call, this time from Wu whose voice cut through their stunned silence.

"You've got to see this, Nick. Kenneth's dead. There's got to be thirty guys here, and it's not pretty. We're going to need the high-pressure hoses. Whoever did this, meant business."

"Thanks Wu, I'll be there as soon as I can," Nick muttered.

He stepped onto the curb, as Trubel pulled into the driveway and parked her motorbike.

Rosalee was by her side, hugging her like a worried mother.

Hayley ran to Rebekah to hug Hope, relieved to have her daughter returned.

Monroe helped Rebekah off the bike, and Klaus bowed out, eager to rinse off his day.

"Aurora de Martel remains a threat, but I will find her, just like Akira Kumura," Klaus muttered.

Nick was left speechless, deciding what steps to take next.

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