The pastries went over well when Nick finally made it to the station. He even went back and got an extra coffee and a specific pastry for his captain to soften the blow of his being late. He personally delivered it to him with a smile and a polite 'you're welcome' when thanked. He still had a niggling feeling that he couldn't trust the man, but he tried not to let it show too much when he was in the vicinity.

The morning went by quickly with phone calls and one call out they attended to but most of their focus was on the girl that was missing. When lunch time came around Nick did as he said and went back home to grab the trailer. He made sure the locks were secure before transporting it to the storage facility. He splurged on a stall that had a fingerprint scanner as a lock so that no one could access it without him being there but made sure to have a backup code for it just in case. Again, his instincts were screaming at him to do it.

On his way back to work, after stopping at a fast-food place to grab a quick bite his phone rang. He glanced at it quickly from where it was hanging on the dashboard hook to see that it was Juliette calling. Grimacing he debated on whether to answer or not then internally smacked himself at the hesitation. These feelings were getting old quickly and he was determined to push past them until things went back to normal. Hitting connect he put on the happiest voice he could.

"Hey. Are you off already?" He greeted.

"Not yet. But I will be soon. I was just checking on you. You've seemed off the last few days." She responded.

"Yeah, it's just this case. It's getting to me."

"The kidnapping case?"

"Yeah, that's the one. We have yet to get a lead on this girl and I'm worried we will be too late."

"I'm sorry Nick. I'm sure you will catch a break soon and find her." She said, the concern evident in her voice.

"I hope so." Nick sighed.

"Listen, I was thinking. What if I make us a candle lit dinner tonight? You know help to take your mind off things for a while. We can finish what we started this morning."

"Uh…" he hesitated. He thought for a second to make an excuse, working late or something like that but reminded himself he was ignoring the strangeness he had been experiencing. "Actually, that sounds good. I'll be home around 6, after I visit Marie."

"That works. I'll make your favorite dish and pick up a bottle of wine and we can just relax tonight." She said and he could hear the smile in her voice.

"That sounds perfect. Maybe wear that little blue thing you know I love on you." He teased. She giggled in return.

"To dinner?"

"Well, it's customary to have dessert right after dinner." He told her salaciously.

"Hmm… I see you are in a rare mood. I'll be sure to keep that in mind." She said. The chime of an incoming call interrupted their conversation. He saw that it was Hank and was immediately on alert.

"Juliette, I have to go. Hanks calling."

"Okay, see you at home later. Love you."

"Yeah, love you too." He choked out before hanging up and connecting with Hank. "Hey, I'm on my way back. What you got?"

"Hey, I think we might have something. That postman you were so adamant to check out. It looks like he's also on the same route as the college girl that went missing along with another girl that disappeared in the last few days. Esposito is running that investigation. But get this, when we compared notes all three girls were last seen sporting red jackets of some kind and in all three cases someone mentioned the postman watching them closely."

"Huh, interesting. I guess I know where we are heading."

"Yep. I'm texting the address now. I'll meet you there." Hank said before disconnecting. Nick sped up hoping that this would be the lead they needed and that they weren't too late to find her.

Nick parked in front of the house at a quarter to 6. He was tired but also less stressed. The day came with highs and lows, as did most of his days, but this one felt like it was more so. They found the missing girl. She was in the basement of the postman they had gone to question. That was the high of his day. However, the low happened when Nick went to visit his aunt in the hospital. Another reaper had come for her. Nick was barely able to fight him off, receiving a slice to the arm for his troubles. Security was quick to help subdue him, and the cops were quick to arrive to arrest him as Nick was checked out by a doctor to make sure that the wound wasn't too deep, it wasn't.

Between the rescue and the attempted murder, Nick completely forgot about the dinner plans he had with Juliette. But now that he has closed the case causing him the most stress, he felt he needed to make up for his attitude as of late, to her. Besides, he didn't think he would have the same problem he did this morning. Be it the adrenaline rush from the knife fight or the euphoric high of saving a child, he felt amped up and just the thought of sex was rousing a certain part of his body.

After a few moments he exited the car and jogged up to the door.

"Nick, is that you?" Juliette called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm going to go get cleaned up, I have… work on me. I'll be back down in a few."

"Sure. Dinner is just finishing. I'll get it on the table."

"Okay." he said before taking the steps two at a time upstairs. Taking the time to put away his weapon and badge, he stripped out of his jacket, remembering the ring still in the pocket. He pulled it out before tossing the jacket on a nearby chair.

"Nick?" Juliette called from downstairs.

"Coming, just a minute." He said as he fumbled to close the little black box and hid it in his sock drawer inside a pair of ugly maroon ones that someone got him for a Christmas gift one year.

Heading to the bathroom he took a quick shower and dressed in a pair of track pants and a t-shirt. He padded back downstairs on bare feet just in time to see Juliette set two plates on the table, but it was her outfit that made him pause.

"Whoa. Well, this isn't the little blue number I requested, but it might just be better." He told her as he took her in. her hair was put up in some intricate do that left whisps around her face and she was clad in a see-through black lace number with matching bra and panties underneath.

"You like? The blue one was in the laundry, and I remembered I bought this one recently." She said as Nick wrapped her up in his arms, his hands roaming over every curve. "I figured that it would do the same job as the blue one."

"It's definitely doing something." he grinned. She smiled wrapping her hands around the back of his head as he leaned in for a kiss. his body responded despite the warning bells ringing in his head. "As good as you look and as much as I would really enjoy skipping dinner and going straight for dessert, I'm starving and… I think we are both going to need our energy for tonight." He promised her with another searing kiss. she giggled as she let him go and they both sat to eat.

"So how was your day?" he asked as he took a sip of wine before starting on his bolognaise. Usually, it was his favorite and her sauce was pretty good, but he could tell she used store bought pasta and it wasn't his favorite. He was pretty good at making pasta, a skill his mother had taught him before she passed. he was nitpicking and he knew it. The effort was there, and he couldn't fault her for using it.

"Same old, same old. Sick dog here, sick cat there. Nothing out of the ordinary. You? How was the rest of your day? Oh, and I noticed the trailer is missing."

"Yeah, I moved it to a storage place, just to get it out of the way."

"Okay, and how is Marie? Any improvement?"

"Not really no. She was awake for a while, and we talked but prognosis is still the same. Right now, they are just keeping her comfortable." He told her, feeling the sadness and pain of his last living relative leaving him.

"That's so sad. I'm so sorry she has to go through this but it's a relief, I guess, that she's as comfortable as they can make her. Did you want help with starting preparations?" she asked. She was being practical, and he knew it. there was no cure and no hope that she would bounce back but he still didn't want to think about the inevitable.

"Uh, no she actually already has everything set up for when the time comes. Just have to give the funeral home a call when it happens."

She reached over and took his free hand giving it a squeeze. He turned his over and gripped hers tightly, enjoying the brief moment of comfort she offered. He picked up the hand and placed a kiss on the back of it before going back to eating.

"So, what happened with the phone call from Hank?" she asked, switching topics.

"Oh, we caught the kidnapper." He told her excitedly.

"You did? That's fantastic. How did that happen? Did you find the girl?"

"It's funny actually. It was the mailman that took her. We went to his house just to question him. we barely got a greeting out when he just kind of flipped out. Started spouting random nonsense. He actually sounded like a gangster from the roaring 20s." Nick chuckled as he remembered the guy shoving him and saying, 'you'll never take her alive.' "Then charged at Hank. We tried to calm him down and get him to stop, but he was dead set on violence or escape. Can't really be sure. But Hank ended up firing. He's still alive, just injured. Anyway, turns out he had a room underneath his house, and we had to look for the door, it was hidden under a rug. It was the creepiest thing, the whole basement was set up as if for a little girl, pink accessories, and dolls, the whole nine yards. Makes me ill to think of how many little girls he had kept down there before."

"What do you think he was planning to do?" she asked.

"I'm not really sure. I mean, the little girl was the first we found alive. I really don't want to think about it though. Two other detectives are taking over the interrogation. I'll check the report in a couple of days to see. But I'm honestly not sure I even want to know." He left out the part about the man woging, not sure if he was ready or even if he wanted to share that with her. He was pretty sure that the man was a blutbad, the equivalent to the big bad wolf in the fairytale Little Red Riding Hood. It would explain him targeting girls with red jackets.

"Wow, that's crazy. But she was okay, right?"

"Yeah, scared and probably traumatized but physically she was fine. It was weird though; he had the whole basement set up for a little girl as if she actually lived there and he hadn't just grabbed her off the street. But we got her back to her parents unharmed."

"That's great Nick. See I knew you would catch a break in the case. I'm happy everything worked out."

"Me too. I'm glad that's over. Maybe now I can relax a bit before the next big bad comes through." He told her.

"Well," she said, setting down her fork and getting up. Knowing what she was going to do he scooted back and waited for her to settle on his lap. "I think I can help with that."

"Is it time for dessert already?" he grinned, his hand stroking the skin of her thigh, going higher and higher.

"I think you deserve a treat after today." she said placing a light kiss on his lips. He reciprocated but grabbed hold of her head to keep her there, plunging his tongue into her mouth, licking every crevice. His fingers danced lightly over her apex. She whimpered against his lips before breaking away. "Let's clean up and then I think burning some of the calories we just consumed is in order."

She hopped up grabbing both plates to clean. He drained his glass, blew out the candles and then took the rest of the glassware and dishes into the kitchen. After packing away the leftovers and putting everything away he crept up behind Juliette, again his hands finding bare skin. His groin pressed right against her ass as his hands splayed over her breasts. Her head came back against his shoulder as he placed a kiss on her neck.

Finally, his body was responding as it should to being in contact with her. quickly he turned her around and set her on the counter. Lips found each other as he pressed into her, her legs wound around his waist. His hands immediately went to the scrap of lace, gently tugging at it and pulling it up over her head, tossing it behind him. His mouth made a path down her chest and over each silk clad breast. His tongue licking at the fabric and his teeth gently nibbling at peaked nipples.

"Nick, we should…" she groaned as his fingers found their way into her panties and started to stroke her languidly. "g-g-go to the… to the bedroom." She panted, her hands gripping his hair.

"there's a perfectly good counter right here." he said as he continued to kiss down her body. She gasped as the heat of his breath brushed against her sensitive area. She gripped tighter and yanked at him when he kissed the spot.

"We are not having sex in the kitchen, its unsanitary and we have to eat here." she told him firmly, even as lust clouded her eyes and her skin flushed.

Nick pushed back the urge to roll his eyes and stood up, picking her up and rushing up the stairs. He set her down just inside the doorway to their room. She slipped off the rest of her clothes and settled on the bed. Nick made quick work of his own as he stalked closer.

"I want my dessert." He growled. She smirked, lifting a finger to beckon him.

"Come and get it." she taunted.

He dove onto the bed, straight between her legs, finishing what he started in the kitchen. Kissing and sucking on the skin of one thigh then the other he ignored the essence of her as he lavished her skin. The sounds she was making in response was driving him crazy and he finally put them both out of their misery, his mouth making contact with her center.

"Gah, Nick." Juliette gasped, fingers in his hair as he devoured her. he looked up at her to see her eyes closed and her lips parted in pleasure. He closed his own eyes relishing in the action. When he opened them again, he jerked to a stop. Instead of seeing Juliette, the woman above him was someone else now. Hooded blue eyes staring at him as a small tongue licked at shiny pink plump lips and blonde strands starting to stick to flushed face, her peaches and cream complexion looking dewy. "What's wrong?" she panted. He closed his eyes again, shaking his head to clear it then opened them again, Juliette.

He gave one more kiss to the area before moving back up her body and settling over her. he made sure not to kiss her as she hated when he did that after he would finish devouring her. Instead, he reached for the nightstand for a condom, but she stopped him.

"I renewed my prescription." She told him, indicating her birth control was up to date. He grinned as he buried his face in her neck, gripped her hips and connected them.

As good as it felt and as much as he loved being surrounded like this, he didn't feel the same sense of coming home that he usually did with her. it was scratching an itch, but it felt like nothing more. He almost deflated at the thought. But her cry of ecstasy fueled him on. he wrapped himself completely around her, moans and whimpers meeting his ears as he groaned with every stroke.

Eyes closed, he nipped at her collar and breast, taking a peak into his mouth to suck before switching to the other. From one minute to the next his mind went from blank, taking pleasure in the moment, to a vision of blue eyes staring into his, bottom lip between teeth and cries of want and need being emitted. The image spurred him on, and his moves became deeper, harder, each stroke becoming more powerful.

"Yes, Nick. God yes." She panted, nails against his back.

"Ad-… oh God Juliette." He groaned, correcting himself.

Trying to dispel the image he flipped them over, so she was on top. He had a firm grip on her hips as he watched her ride him, head tossed back, showing the long column of her neck. His mood was waning after the interruption in his thoughts, and he met her stroke for stroke, trying hard to keep his mind on Juliette. He was mostly successful, only slipping up a couple more times. By the time they were done he was satisfied if not feeling guilty about the whole experience and Juliette was spent, falling against his chest, breaths heaving.

He gently pulled free from her before rolling her back over on the bed and getting up. taking a trip to the bathroom he cleaned up before going back to clean her as well. hitting the light on his way out he pulled the sheets free from the bed to cover them both before pulling her into his arms. She was already half asleep by the time he turned off the lamp and he cuddled in behind her. Except sleep didn't come as easily as it should have because now, he was worrying about the sudden obsession with Adalind.

*GRIMM*

While Nick was enjoying a passionate night with his girlfriend, Adalind was sitting at home bored and now horny since she couldn't get that dream out of her mind. The feel of his hands on her skin, the way his lips dominated hers, the look of pure desire in his eyes. In actuality she knew that all of that was for the brunette she had been in the dream, but she couldn't help but revel in it anyway. The love making had been slow and romantic… and incredible but she couldn't help but wish it had been more. She loved the sweet romantic stuff, but she had an urge to be completely dominated by him, for him to take control of every aspect of it.

She squirmed as she sat on her couch. She was supposed to be reading, just something light to occupy her mind before bed, but her mind wasn't on Diana Bishop or Matthew Clairmont even though she has been dying to read it since it came out. closing the book, she turned off the lights and headed for bed. There was nothing wrong with going to bed early to get a good night's sleep, even if it was only 8:30.

She slipped under the covers after her shower and tried to will sleep but it was to no avail. She tossed and turned and then threw off the covers as her skin was starting to feel overheated. She could have sworn she heard the beginning of her name in a whisper in the air and it did nothing to quell her growing desire. She felt slickness gather between her legs as she rubbed them together suddenly needing some friction. She conjured up the dream again, but it was her in the nighty and not the brunette. Her own hands found purchase against her breast before slipping down into her sleep shorts. It only took one visual of a shirtless Nick for her whole body to catch fire with need.

"Are you being a bad girl, Adalind?" A deep, dark, full of gravel, voice said close to her ear.

She opened her eyes to see Nick hovering over her, staring at where her hands were touching herself.

"Nick?"

"You are being a bad girl. Tsk, tsk. That's a criminal offense. I might have to punish you." he purred, and he removed her hand, sucking on each finger until they were clean.

"Wh-what are you doing here? how did you get in here?" she asked. Nick settled his weight on top of her, forcing her legs to part to accommodate him. She could feel the heat from his skin seep into her and feel the press of something long, thick, and hard against her aching core.

"You ask too many questions. No more talking. Just enjoy this." He said, his lips whisper close to hers. He ground himself against her and she arched up against him. her hands landing on and gripping his shoulders.

Nick yanked at her top, popping buttons as he went. His teeth found a hardened nipple and bit down. "I've been dying to get my hands on you since the first moment I saw you. Needing to know what you feel like, how you look while I'm deep inside you. I want to hear every moan, every whimper. I want you to cry out my name." he growled as he tugged at her shorts, shoving them down her legs. She helped by kicking them completely off when they were low enough.

"Nick." She sighed, rubbing against him.

"Don't hold back, I want it all."

"I won't. Just… I need you inside me, now." she begged.

"You need to know… once I have you, I will not let you go. Do you understand?" he asked her seriously. She was already nodding before he could finish. Being his felt right, felt familiar and she had no objections to it.

"Yes, Nick please."

His lips crashed against hers as he lifted her leg, setting it on the crook of his arm before pushing inside of her. she tore her mouth from his and cried out. he moaned as he licked at the seem of her lips, pulling part way out and thrusting in hard.

"Hold on baby, it's going to be a long night." he whispered to her before completely ravishing her. she held on for dear life as his strokes hit just the right spot and sparked something deep inside of her. They seemed to share the same breath as his forehead pressed against hers, his mouth only inches away from hers. He gave one command, one that she was trying hard to follow, "Do not close your eyes. Do you hear me? You keep those pretty blues on me."

"Ah." She arched into him as he found that magic button inside her. she gasped and nodded. Hot wet kisses interspersed with moans and grunts. Skin slickened with sweat as they came together over and over again. She was so close; she could feel it. She wanted to chase that feeling, tackle it and force it to consume her, but it came to a screeching halt when Nick pulled away. Before she could complain, he flipped her over and gripped her hips, and in one fluid motion he was making her grip the sheets and beg for more.

"Ah, Nick."

He pulled her up so that her back was flush against his chest, arms wrapped around her waist and her shoulders, holding her in place.

"Do you feel that. Feel me deep inside of you. This is home Adalind. You are my home. Your body, your heart, your mind. All of you is my home. Damn, you feel so good baby. I don't ever want to part from you. So incredible. God, I could live inside you forever. Feeling you wrapped so tightly around me. Adalind." He groaned, biting against her neck.

"Yes, please. Don't stop. So good."

"So soft, so beautiful. So perfect. Come for me baby. Let me feel you." he told her, his hand trailing down to stroke against her. "Come beautiful."

He snapped his hips against her, and Adalind screamed, her voice echoing around the otherwise quiet and dark room. He did it again and stars appeared before her eyes as her body readily took the assault. She turned her head, gripping his hair and bringing his mouth to hers. She whimpered into his mouth with each snap of his hips as the orgasm danced closer and closer.

"Fuck, Adalind, come." He said as he stroked faster and thrust harder.

"Yes… yes… Right there. Coming… coming. NICK!" she shouted, falling over the edge and feeling him swell inside her before he held her tighter against him, groaning into her neck, sucking on the soft skin, as he fell over as well. She shivered feeling the warmth coat her walls. His movements slowed until he was just rocking his hips against hers, but his hold didn't relent.

When both had caught their breath and both orgasms had subsided, he laid them down on the bed, gently separating from her. he grabbed the sheet and covered them both before pulling her back against his chest again.

"Sleep sweetheart. I'll wake you in a couple of hours for round two." he told her, kissing behind her ear. She hummed and folded her arms over his. She fell into a dreamless sleep, feeling completely satisfied for the first time in forever it seemed like.

Adalind's eyes popped open, and she sat up in bed, alone.

"What the hell?" she muttered, looking around her empty room. She was in bed, completely covered, though she could have sworn she had tossed the covers off earlier in the night. "It felt so real."

Her skin felt sticky, and she felt sensitive down below. She tossed off the covers and blinked when she realized she was naked, though she distinctly remembers putting on clothes before going to bed. Her fingers trailed over her lips, which felt a bit swollen, then moved down to her neck, to one spot in particular. It was warm to the touch and a little sore. Hopping up she raced to the bathroom and turned on the light, staring at her neck. It was clear as day, a hickey, in the area between her neck and shoulder, exactly where Nick had bit her.

Turning the light back off she went back to bed, flopping back, not bothering to reclothe, and contemplated what this meant. She had heard of this before but never experienced it. it would have to take an image really strong and a deep-seated yearning for it to happen. But there was no mistake in what she just did, what just happened.

A conjuring.

** (Hiding behind the sofa, waiting for reactions). So, I had to add a little spice to the story. it won't be the last. I hope I did it justice. I don't write these scenes often. Maybe I'm biased but I enjoyed writing Adalind and Nick's spice scene a bit more then I enjoyed writing Juliette and Nick's spice scene. Either way you prefer it, I hope you enjoyed. **