**Longer chapter then normal for this story. Hope you enjoy **

Nick woke with a jolt, heart racing, skin sticky with sweat and completely aroused. He checked to be sure and found the other side of the bed empty. Juliette had gone to work. Checking the time on his phone he saw that it was going on 11 am. He was off today and was grateful for it since sleep had been off and on.

It didn't help that all of his dreams the night before had been about Adalind. For some reason he dreamed of being with her in the most animalistic of ways, taking her over and over again. hearing her scream his name. feeling her slick skin under his fingers. tasting the saltiness of her skin on his tongue. smelling her scent as it heightened in passion. Feeling her surround him, hot, wet, and tight. He couldn't dispel the images or urges. It was what prompted him to wake and wake Juliette in the middle of the night. Though he had to bite his tongue to not call out the wrong name.

"This is seriously starting to annoy me." He murmured to himself as he looked down at the tented sheet covering his lower half.

He was over the weird feelings and over the inconsistent dreams and frankly over this Grimm business. He needed help and he needed answers, but he wasn't sure where he could get either of those. Aunt Marie was out, she still wasn't up to really talking. Juliette and Hank knew nothing about any of this and frankly he wasn't sure if he would tell them. Maybe Hank somewhere down the line since this Grimm thing would prove to affect his job at some point but Juliette, she wasn't good with change, and this would be a major one.

He didn't really have a lot of friends outside of work and none of them would believe him let alone know how to help him, at least he didn't think they would. But even if they could how could he possibly bring it up without sounding crazy. No that was definitely out of the question. He needed someone already in the know, someone who…

"Monroe." Nick whispered sitting up. Monroe was the only person he could think of that he could talk to about any of this. He was wesen, Nick knew that for sure, and he apparently knew about Grimms judging from his reaction upon first meeting him.

Picking up his phone he checked the time again before pulling up his contacts. He knew he shouldn't have but he copied his number from the police report and added to his phone, another foreign instinct in play. Before he could doubt himself, he hit connect.

"This is Monroe." He answered professionally.

"Hi Monroe, this is Nick Burkhardt, detective Burkhardt." Nick greeted, adding the detective part in case the man forgot who he was. Monroe had not forgotten at all. There was silence on the other end before he spoke again.

"What can I do for you detective?" he asked cautiously. Nick decided to be blunt.

"Look I know this is unorthodox, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind meeting with me."

"Is this related to the case? I'm not sure if there is anything more, I can tell you about it. I've mentioned everything I could think of in regard to what I saw."

"Uh, no this has nothing to do with the case." Nick paused trying to get his thoughts together. "I know this is weird, me calling like this, out of the blue, and it is not police related but I promise this is not some ploy or anything to get to you. I just need to talk and honestly you are the only one that I think I can talk to about any of this."

"I don't know man. Talking to a Grimm is not something we do and meeting with one voluntarily is definitely not something we do."

"I get that, kind of. But that's kind of what I want to talk about. I'm really new to all of this and I have so many questions and no one to answer them." Nick sighed. Monroe remained silent on the other end. "We can meet anywhere you want, somewhere public where people can visibly see us together."

"I'm not sure if that's better or worse." Monroe sighed. "Alright. Do you know that little coffee shop on 3rd and Marcy?" he asked. Nick breathed a sigh of relief as he started nodding, happy the man was willing to at least meet with him.

"Yes, I do."

"Okay, it should be almost empty this time of day. Let's meet there."

"Is 30 minutes enough time?"

"That's fine. I can't believe I am doing this."

"I know, but you won't regret it. Thank you. I'll see you soon."

"Yep." Monroe said before hanging up.

Chuckling, Nick got up and went to take a quick shower and once again contemplated cutting his hair, maybe he would do it today since he had time. He again skipped shaving before dressing and making his way out the door.

The little bell over the door tinkled as Nick entered the shop, he looked around before spotting Monroe in the back, away from the sparse number of patrons enjoying a leisurely lunch. Monroe waved to him, and he nodded, heading in his direction.

"Hi, thanks for meeting with me." Nick said as he took a seat.

"Don't thank me yet. I'm not sure how I can help you."

A waitress came over and quickly took their order, just coffee for Nick though Monroe ordered lunch with his coffee.

"You're paying." He told Nick as the waitress left to put in the order. Nick snorted but agreed. "So, what is it you think I can do for you?"

Nick scratched at his scalp as he put his thoughts in order, trying to figure out where to start with it all. Now that he was here and could possibly get answers to his questions, he was nervous and the stress that he thought he had released last night came back in full bloom. Sighing he started with information first.

"Well first off, thank you for your statement, it really helped. We found the little girl. Turns out the postman you told us about was the culprit. He had her in his basement."

"Really, well that's a relief. That you found her I mean not that he had her in his basement. Was there a reason he took her? do I want to know?"

"Actually, part of that I think that maybe you could explain. Turns out that the postman…" Nick took a second to look around before lowering his voice and leaning in slightly. "Was a blubod. Am I saying that right?"

"It's blutbad." Monroe groaned, closing his eyes in resignation. "And I was afraid of that. Its wesen like him that give all of us a bad name."

"Do you know what he would have done?"

"Unfortunately, I do and its nothing good trust me. You really saved that little girl from a certain fate. What happen to him? is he…?"

"No." Nick said, already shaking his head. "He's in jail now. there are other detectives handling the case from here. She was not his first victim, just the first we found alive."

"Huh… that's unexpected. Usually when a Grimm is involved, we lose our heads." Monroe mused.

"Yeah, that's not how I do things. Despite my new title or status or whatever, I am and always have been a cop first. I will never unjustly kill someone regardless of who or what they are." Nick told him in a tone that breeched no argument. Monroe nodded slowly then tilted his head studying Nick.

"How much do you know about Grimms and wesen, any of this really?"

Nick considered that as the waitress came back dropping off cups and food before disappearing again.

"Not much really. A week ago, I was just a normal guy heading to work then I saw a woman literally turn into something I couldn't wrap my head around. Then my aunt, who raised me, came into town, and told me that not only was she dying but that I was next in line to inherit the family curse I guess you could say." He said as he added sugar and a splash of cream to his cup.

"And she didn't bother to tell you the history or what it means?" he asked as he doctored his food. Nick noticed that Monroes lunch consisted of some kind of meatless pie and a side salad.

"Well, that same night we were attacked by what she calls a reaper, so we didn't get far enough into that conversation. She's in the hospital now, dying of cancer so not really a conversation she is up to having."

"Dude, that sucks. I'm sorry man."

"Thanks. But you can see why I feel lost. I'm told this big news, and I'm seeing things I have never seen before. Besides an old trailer full of books, weapons, and other stuff I have no clue what I am supposed to do with any of it."

"Well, you said there were books. Wouldn't they be able to tell you what you need to know?"

"I don't know. I can't read most of it. it's all in some foreign language that I can't read so not really helpful for my situation. I just need information; even basic information would help. I'm hoping it will help me make sense of some of the things I have been experiencing lately."

"You mean the woges you have seen." Monroe queried.

"That and some of the dreams and feelings I have been having. Its why I called you. besides you I have only met one other wesen and though she was nice, and she might answer some questions for me, I don't know her really. I wouldn't even know where to find her."

"What was she?"

"I think it was called… a hexenbeist?" Nick told him and Monroe's eyes widened.

"You met a hexenbeist… and talked to her. And you are still alive to talk about it. Did she curse you or something?"

"No, she didn't curse me." Nick rolled his eyes. "She was actually very nice. She apologized to me about a misunderstanding we had when I first, or well second time I encountered her. that's a story for another time. But is it really that unusual for a Grimm and wesen to not be at war?"

"Yes and no. I mean it depends on the context really. We as wesen are taught at a very young age to fear Grimms. To us they are the boogey man under the bed, you know. the history between Grimms and wesen is a long and bloody one, which usually ends with a beheading."

"Great. That's the last thing I need. For people to fear me before I can prove I mean no harm."

"To be fair, back when the legends began wesen weren't as… civilized as they are now, well mostly. We do still have those like the postman that want to continue with the old ways."

"You don't seem to be like that."

"I'm considered abnormal for my kind. I'm what you would call a Wieder wesen. Which basically means that I have given up the old ways. I don't eat meat or hunt like my ancestors or even my family now."

"So, the postman that we caught, he was planning to…"

"Yep. there are those that not only still hunt like what's considered normal but the most vial of them don't care who they hunt, women, children, elderly, they don't care."

"Is there a correlation between hunting and the color red?" Nick asked, curiously.

"What, like bulls?" Monroe snorted. "No, why?"

"Because this guy was only going after girls that had the color red on, jacket, sweater, anything like that he was taking them."

Monroe blinked at him in surprise before chuckling and shaking his head.

"He really took that story to heart, didn't he? No there's no connection, that was just his preference."

"I feel so under qualified to handle this." Nick said, sitting back in his chair.

"Well, you kind of are. I mean if you just learned about this stuff a week ago and only really ran into a few of us then you absolutely don't know what you are doing yet."

"Yeah, I know. But I need to get a handle on this. I need to be able to do my job and it would be nice to know what I am getting myself into before I get into it."

"Okay, so let's start at the beginning and I will fill in some of the blanks for you. why don't you start by telling me what you know, and we will go from there." Monroe said, setting down his fork.

Taking a deep breath Nick went over everything he learned from his aunt and what he has seen so far, even some of what he was able to make out from the books he has. Monroe listened, interrupting to correct some things and explain others. Nick was starting to feel much better about, not only his decision to call Monroe but to finally have someone to talk to about all this. He was more relaxed about what being Grimm meant but still had questions on one area.

"Okay, so what about these strange dreams I have been having and these instincts and feelings that seem to accompany them?"

"What kinds of dreams?"

"One of them actually involved you." Nick admitted. Monroe's eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Me?" he asked, and Nick nodded explaining about the dream he had about Monroe and the feelings that went with it along with the feelings and instincts when they first met.

"Well, that's new. Never heard of that before. Could be its your Grimm instincts coming into play telling you who you can and can't trust. The dream though, never heard of that. and you said it felt real, like a memory?"

"Yeah, I mean when we met it felt like I was doing it for a second time. Like we had met before. Even the dream felt as if it was something we had already done or a conversation we had already talked about before."

"Hmmm… what about the other dreams. Were they the same?"

"Yes and no. the first few were the same feeling, surreal, as if I had already done it before. but last night was different on so many levels."

"Okay…"

"Let me start by saying that usually I wouldn't talk about something like this, especially with someone I just met, but I'm at a loss."

"Oh boy. Okay, hit me." Monroe told him. Nick explained with as little detail as possible what happened last night. Monroe listened only wincing a little at the small details that were provided.

"Wow, can I just say that your dream love life is a hell of a lot better than my real-life love life." Monroe said with a sad sigh. Nick chuckled.

"Yeah, well nevertheless, it's starting to drive me crazy. I'm dreaming about some random woman while in bed with my current girlfriend, not really a good thing. And to top it off the woman in the dreams is the hexenbeist I mentioned earlier."

Monroe fumbled his coffee cup, dropping it clumsily back onto the table with a clatter as he stared at Nick. Nick was quick to grab some napkins and clean up the slight mess he made.

"You… had a sex dream… about a HEXENBEIST!" Monroe whisper yelled. Nick looked around to make sure no one heard him but since the place was still practically empty, they were safe.

"Yes, and hexenbeist part aside, it is really starting to worry me that she keeps popping up in my dreams and my head." Nick whispered back.

"And you're sure she didn't put a curse or anything on you?"

"Pretty sure. I mean I have only encountered her a few times."

"Did she touch you or anything weird during those encounters?"

"No, I don't think so. I mean the last time I saw her I touched her shoulder because she seemed nervous even talking to me but other than that there has been no contact between us."

"Hmmm… let me ask this, and this is purely for scientific purposes." Monroe said and Nick snorted but nodded for him to continue. "Last night's dream was it only one time you two… had coitus?"

Nick laughed loudly, drawing a few glances.

"Coitus… no, it was multiple times. I mean there were rest periods in between each time but it was kind of like-."

"Okay, okay, I get it. And when you woke each time do you remember smelling or feeling or anything afterwards in regard to her?" he asked. Nick thought about that for a minute before nodding.

"Now that you mention it, I do remember smelling her perfume and feeling… well a lot actually. But yes, for a minute after I woke it was like she was right there with me, which made it awkward since I was still holding Juliette at the time."

"Okay not even going to go into the weird love triangle you have going on, but this sounds like a conjuring."

"A what?"

"A conjuring. It something that only hexenbeist and zauberbeist are able to do."

"Zauberbeist?"

"Male equivalent of a hexenbeist. Very rare, not a lot of them roaming around and for good reason." Monroe shared with a shiver.

"Getting back to that later. But if this is something only, they can do does that mean she did put a curse on me?"

"No, they have no real control over this kind of thing. It's more a subconscious link that forms between a beister and another person."

"Okay, so what exactly does this mean."

"It means that the hexenbeist you are dreaming of, most likely has been dreaming about you as well and those dreams, be it shared or not, created a connection between the two of you. Which means that if she was thinking about you in that way last night then she kind of called you to her, subconsciously. You didn't sleepwalk there and back, its more metaphysical. But what you need to know is that if this is a conjuring then you, or a version of you, did sleep with her last night."

"Great, so I am metaphysically cheating on my girlfriend, that's just perfect. That's all I need right now. Is there a way to stop this from happening?"

"On your end, I'm not sure. I know in theory there is a spell to stop it but it's something that only a beister can cast."

"So, I have to, what? Wait to see if she stops it on her end? And in the meantime?"

"Take on extra shifts so you are not home when they happen?" Monroe shrugged.

"Awesome." Nick sighed.

"Sorry man. But you said she didn't seem like she was out to get you. So, if you already have an instinct that you can trust her, then maybe you just have to trust that she will end this on her own."

"And if she doesn't?"

"Well." Monroe said, putting down his cup. "You are a Grimm."

*GRIMM*

Adalind called in sick today. She had neither the energy nor motivation to go into work. After a night of wild, sweaty sex with her conjured Grimm, she was still feeling the pleasant aftereffects of it. she couldn't help the sly smirk that crossed her lips as she remembered her night.

When she woke in the morning, she was still exhausted and sore in all the right places. She took a nice long hot bath to ease the aches while still flashing back to moments, especially those moments where he put his mouth to very good use.

She knew she should feel guilty for last night, and on some level she did, but she couldn't help but also relish in the feeling of being with Nick in that way. it was something she never thought she would experience in her lifetime in real life so why not enjoy it while she could.

Even still, after her bath she made herself a cup of tea and cracked open one of her spell books trying to look for answers in the vast amount of information at her disposal, hoping to break it. She knew a sure way to get those answers would be to call her mother but that was not an option she wanted to utilize. Instead, she went through her books, soft music playing in the background. She was hoping that with the music and her absorption into her books she would be able to block out the night before but to no avail. She couldn't help herself when her mind wondered, and she ended up flipping quickly past pages until one caught her attention.

Stopping she set her cup down and pulled the book closer, reading intently.

"Arrêter une conjuration." She whispered, running her fingers over the lettering, translated it mean halting a conjuring. She read the description quickly.

A conjuring is an act of making something appear by magic and is considered a defiance of natural law. Usually involves using an invocation but can happen when there is a connection between the conjurer and the conjured. It is unclear what kind of connection since there are many types of conjurings to consider. The connection, either conscious or subconscious must be very powerful for to be successful. Usually these fail at first attempt because both parties would need to be on the same page at the same time….

"So, what because I'm hexenbeist and he's a Grimm we had enough power for a conjuring?" Adalind questioned. Shaking her head she went on to read, skimming the pages until she got to how to stop a conjuring.

Stopping a conjuring is very easy if it has not been happening long. The longer the conjurer retains the conjured the harder the connection is to break. After so many instances of conjuring it becomes a permanent bond between the two parties. If the conjured is still unaware of the connection, then breaking it only takes a few steps.

Be aware that stopping a conjuring does not mean it cannot come back, you must be very careful not to reconjure the other party or else it will reinforce that bond again.

The rest of the entry, to Adalind's delight, listed the steps and the ingredients needed for the spell. She quickly grabbed a pad and pen from the end table drawer and jotted down the ingredients. Though she had some of them there were some she would need to visit the local apothecary for. Slamming the book closed she quickly got up and dressed in jeans and a hoodie, throwing her hair into a loose ponytail before heading out the door.

Adalind sat in her car outside of the shop staring at the sign, Exotic Spice & Tea Shop, before looking at the list in her hands. She couldn't believe she actually had to do this. She had never experienced this before and a part of her didn't want it to end. There was something about these dreams and this conjuring that she was aching to have to let go of. It felt comfortable and familiar to her, but she also didn't want the Grimm to become aware of this. That was the last thing she needed for a Grimm who carried a gun to know that she has been having crazy hot sex with him in her mind.

Sighing she exited the car and rushed into the shop. The dark atmosphere inside felt warm to her as she looked around the shop at all the different products and supplies. She has visited the shop many times, it was the best in town and always had top products. She knew on some level the owner, Freddie, feared her. Not of her doing but her mother's, who liked to use her power and intimidation to get what she wanted for the price she wanted with no care for the person who makes his living selling the items. Whenever Adalind came in, she tried to be extra nice to him to make up for whatever trauma her mother might have caused.

"Just a moment." A voice Adalind recognized as Freddie, called from the back. she approached the counter to wait, fingering a few crystals and glass vials resting there. "Sorry about that how can I-. Oh, Ms. Schade, how are you today?" Freddie asked coming from the back, his voice holding a slight tremor. Adalind smiled patiently at the fuchsbau.

"Freddie, you know you can call me Adalind." She reminded him gently.

"Yes, of course, Adalind. What can I help find for you today?" he said with a smile, relaxing minimally.

"I need these ingredients please." She said handing over the sheet of paper. Freddie took it reading the ingredients before looking back up at her. Adalind couldn't help the blush that painted her cheeks as she smiled gamely at him.

"These look like ingredients to stop a conjuring." He said.

"Ahem, yes that is correct." She said reverting to her business voice. Setting the list down he smiled softly at her.

"Can I ask a few questions to get you the right thing?" he asked, and she nodded. "Is this just a regular conjuring or is there a specific intent to them?"

"Uh, its, uh, its specific." She answered.

"And is it sensitive in nature?"

She nodded.

"Is the conjured aware that they are being conjured?"

"God, I hope not." She sighed. "This just happened last night, for the first time. I have never done this before."

"Okay, so what you want is a potion powerful enough to break the connection between you and the unknown, so to speak. Which means that instead of the anemone you want lilies and lotus. And will need to eliminate the cinnamon all together, since that is really a binder when it comes to this kind of potion. it would have the opposite effect in this case. The potion you have here is for a general nonspecific potion and it's really meant to substitute the person being conjured for someone or something else. More so, it kind of stabilizes things so that you are more focused on a current partner, or something as opposed to the conjured. Unless… that is your intent."

"No, not my intent. I just need to break this conjuring, there is no one else to substitute." God forbid Sean is conjured in Nick's place, Adalind thought to herself.

"Well then. Let me gather the right ingredients for you."

"Thank you." she breathed a sigh of relief as he nodded and went to get what she needed.

She continued to look around the shop stopping at a display of bracelets. The sparkle of the jewels calling to her. She may not want to be like her mother, but shiny things still distracted her. she combed through the selection stopping on a pretty glittery one that held four stones, two different purple ones, one black and one silvery white. She picked it up, holding it delicately in her hand, examining it. she knew the stones and what they meant. She could feel the power behind each one as she stroked over them.

"Charoite, Amethyst, Jet and Moonstone." Freddie said as he approached her with a bag in hand.

"Yes." She said quietly, continuing her caress.

"Do you know what they mean?" he asked. She looked over at him and nodded with a smile.

"I do. Side effect to being a nerd in high school. I loved learning the meaning of things." She admitted with a soft chuckle. "Anyway, are we ready." She said.

"Yes, I have everything you need here." he said leading her back to the counter.

"Is there anything I need to know to do differently. The book gave instructions, but I want to make sure I am doing this right since we are changing it up a bit."

"Well, this potion needs to stew for 24 hours. It cannot be used before the 24-hour mark and only a few hours after that will it be effective. If not used with in 3 hours of it being ready, then you will have to start all over again."

"Okay, that was in the book. I can handle that."

"Also, since this is a specific kind of breaking you will have to do it the same way you did to conjure the other person. So, whatever you were doing when it happened you will need to repeat."

She blinked, thinking that part was not in the book.

"Does it have to be down to the exact-."

"No, not the exact same thing but the act itself will need to be done. Unfortunately, it's needed." He said almost uncomfortably. She blew out a hard breath.

"Okay, anything else."

"When you do this, the intent must be clear, and it must be strong. Not only do you have to use a smudge stick, that has been dipped in the potion, to cleanse the air around you, but you also must ingest some of the potion since its… a making of your own subconscious."

"Okay, I can do that, I think. Thanks. How much do I owe you?" she asked. Freddie tensed up again and Adalind visibly deflated. She thought she had been making progress with the man, but she knew this is where her mother's tactic usually came in, so she could get the price she wanted, sometimes even no price at all.

"I'm happy to apply the normal discount." He hurriedly told her, a bit of fear clouding his eyes.

"My mother really did a number on you, didn't she?" Adalind sighed heavily.

"Oh no, it's fine." He told her. she shook her head.

"No, it's not. Freddie, I am not my mother. I wouldn't dream of cheating you out of what is owed to you, okay? your prices are fair for what you do and what you provide. So please, no discount is needed unless it's something you offer to everyone. Just charge me what it's worth and we will be fine. I promise." She told him. he relaxed and nodded.

"Thank you, Ms.-, I mean Adalind. The total is $75."

Adalind pulled out four $20 bills and handed them to him. he processed the payment and gave her the change and receipt.

"As a token of thank you for being so understanding, please keep the bracelet." He told her.

She hadn't realized that she was still holding it. she looked at it, admiring it, before placing it on the counter.

"Oh no, I couldn't do that. it's beautiful. I'm sure someone will come in willing to pay you for it." she said. he picked it back up and fastened it around her wrist.

"I insist. Consider it a gift from me to you for being such a loyal customer." He said with a warm smile.

"Thank you, really."

He nodded, handing her the bag as well.

"You're welcome. Have a nice day Adalind and please come back anytime."

"I will. Thanks again." She said with a wave before leaving.

Back in the car Adalind placed the bag in the passenger seat then looked at her wrist. She watched it shine in the sun coming through the windshield and smiled. It was delicate with a white gold thin chain and the stones dangling slightly from it. she turned her wrist this way and that, feeling the power from the stones resonate through her. it warmed her that Freddie thought highly enough of her to gift it to her. The ringing of her phone interrupted her, and she pulled it out seeing it was the office.

"This is Adalind." She answered.

"Ms. Schade, I am sorry to disturb you while you are off. But a call came through the office for you. Mr. Fengrer's daughter called. Mr. Fengrer is in the hospital and is asking to see you."

"I'll head there now. thank you, Penelope." Adalind said before disconnecting and speeding off towards the hospital.

** Hope you enjoyed the explanation of a conjuring. We are getting closer to Adalind and Nick having regular contact. **