**Surprise! Bonus chapter. I really didn't want to leave things on a cliffy so here we go. Nick decided to cooperate this time around. Hope you enjoy. **

"Hey partner, we got the tox screen back for that streetcar case." Hank said, pulling Nick from his stare off with his computer screen. It's not like he had been paying attention anyway. His eyes had glazed over ages ago. The last two weeks had been a roller coaster. He was only just now getting back into the swing of things at work after losing his aunt last week and the funeral just this past Sunday.

He had been feeling out of sorts, as he knew he would, since it happened. Even though he had friends and Juliette, who had been wonderful throughout all of it, he still felt alone for some reason. He found himself pulling away more than before and he wasn't sure how to stop it. coupled with the fact that even though they had toned down the dreams were still happening he wasn't sure what to do.

He's been spending a lot of time at the trailer, more so to just be close to his aunt again but he has also taken the time to do some studying as well. if his new life entailed dealing with creatures that he never knew actually existed he thought he should learn as much as he could. He's placed a few calls to Monroe to ask questions as he did and contemplated bringing him to the trailer himself. His instincts were telling him that he could be trusted with his legacy. He thought minutely about why he never considered trusting Juliette with the information but for some reason he didn't think it would go well if he did that. shaking off the multitude of random thoughts in his mind he focused on his partner again.

"oh yeah. What did they say?" he asked, moving his mouse to reawake his computer that was on a timer to lock after 15 minutes.

"Bee venom."

"So basically, she died of anaphylactic shock." Nick mused.

"Yes… and no. First she wasn't allergic to bees and second, there were 50 milligrams of apitoxin in the vic's system."

"Okay…"

"According to the ME, a single bee only carries about .1 milligrams."

"So, she would have to have been stung by hundreds of bees in order for her to have that much in her system."

"Yup, which means that there is no way this was not a homicide. Someone purposely injected her with enough venom to kill her."

"Great, a creative criminal. Okay, do we have the tape from the streetcar yet?"

"Got it right here." Sgt. Wu said, holding up a laptop.

He placed it on Hank's desk and Nick wheeled over to view the surveillance. The three men watched it in its entirety then went back and slowed it down. stopping at some points to look for any details or clues. But once the flash mob started dancing they lost track of the victim on tape.

"Yeah we got nothing past that. the camera is stationary so we can't even pull up a different angle." Wu said, shutting off the video.

"Right, we need to speak with the mob that was on that train. Wu, see if you can get this onto the news. Have anyone that was a part of that performance come in for questioning."

"got it." Wu said taking the laptop and rushing off.

"Guys, you got anything?" Reynard said stepping up to the desks and men.

"Not really. The video gave us no ideas of who is behind this." Hank answered. He nodded.

"I want this case to be your top priority. I don't want the people of this city to be afraid to use public transportation."

"Yes sir." Nick answered, standing, and grabbing his jacket.

"Now, Harrison Berman, the head of the vic's law firm, I know him. he's going to be upset about this but he will cooperate. Just tread lightly."

"We are headed there now to talk to him and. See if maybe she had any enemies from previous cases that could have orchestrated this." Hank said.

"All right. Well, anything you need, you let me know."

Both men nodded as they headed out the door.

In the car, Nick nervously tapped his fingers against the door as his mind yet again wondered. He tried to stay focused, but it was a useless effort. Hank noticed his partners agitation and questioned him.

"You alright man?" glancing at him from his peripheral. Nick sighed.

"Yeah, I am. Just a lot on my mind." He said squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing them.

"About your aunt, you mean."

"Among other things."

"Things okay with you and Juliette?"

"Yes, kind of. Sort of. I mean we haven't been fighting or anything."

"But your still not feeling normal around her again." Hank said, knowingly.

"No, I'm not and its really bugging me. She's been great through all of this and right now she's giving me space to sort out my thoughts on things. But I don't know how long that will last since I was feeling this way before Marie died."

"True, but you've been kind of preoccupied as well. between Marie being sick, and that kidnapping case and being attacked on the night she came into town. Plus, learning about your parents death. Its understandable that you haven't really been yourself."

"You're right but she doesn't even know what I learned about my parents. I haven't told her. not sure if I will or when I will either. I'm not even sure I want to know what actually happened."

"There's no rule that says you have too either. If you ever do decide to look into it then maybe mention it to her. That would be a lot of stress to carry on your shoulders alone."

"Yeah, maybe. I'll think about it."

"And if you do decide to look into it, you know I'll help you. Maybe we'll discover that whoever did it died a horrible and painful death." Hank said, grinning. Nick grinned back.

"One can only hope."

They made it to the law firm quickly and headed for reception. Hearing raised voices along the way.

"Detective's Hank Griffin and Nick Burkhardt. We need to speak with Harrison Berman." Hank said as they both flashed their badges.

"Yes certainly. Just a moment." The receptionist said, picking up her phone and dialing. More raised voices.

"Is everything alright? I hear yelling." Nick asked, curiously.

"Oh, yes. There's a meeting happening in one of the conference rooms. Those can get heated." She told them before speaking into the phone then hanging up a few seconds later. "He will be right out." she said.

"Thank you." Hank said. Nick was staring in the direction the yelling had come from. Something telling him that this particular meeting was quickly becoming out of hand.

"Gentleman, I'm Harrison Berman. What can I do for you?" a grey-haired man, wearing glasses and a charming smile greeted.

"Hello. Detectives Burkhardt and Griffin. We need to speak with you about Serena Dunbrook." Nick said, bringing his attention back to the moment.

"Serena? Is everything alright?" he asked in concern.

"Is there somewhere private we can speak?" Hank asked.

"Sure, follow me back to my office." He said, gesturing for the detectives to follow him.

just as they turned to the hall leading to the offices a door partway down opened and a young man was leading an upset young woman out of the room, closing the door behind him. Nick tracked them to see them head into another room. As they were passing the room that the man and woman came out of, the sound of glass breaking, and a booming voice stopped them.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU DID THIS. YOU'RE THE REASON THIS HAPPENED. I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU."

"What in the world." Berman said, whirling to face the still closed door. Nick, acting quickly grabbed for the handle just as another voice, feminine this time but gravellier, responded.

"Just fucking try it."

He opened the door and caught a quick glance at a man, though he didn't look like a man at the moment. He looked like a white panther. For a moment it shocked Nick then he looked at the rest of the occupants, noting three others by the mans side staring in horror across the room. Following there gaze he caught a quick glimpse of what looked to be a rotting corpse. Hair greyed and stringy, skin ashen and sunken in in some places, teeth rotted showing gaps in some places, eyes glazed over and looked to be partially closed as it stood staring at the man. Then they changed forms into a pretty blonde, a familiar pretty blonde.

"Everything okay?" Nick managed to ask, even as his mind raced to keep up with what just happened.

"Nick?" Adalind said, surprised to see him there. He moved deeper into the room, followed closely by Berman and Hank.

"We heard something shatter and then a death threat. What in the world is going on?" Berman asked, looking from one party to the other.

"Everything is fine." Adalind stated, straightening herself out. "Things just got a bit heated. Considering the circumstances its understandable.

"So, its usual for someone to threaten to kill you over a heated situation?" Hank asked.

"Its fine, really. They were just leaving." She said looking first at the one that had been a panther, who was still red with anger but attempting to keep it concealed in the face of three other people, and then to the other man that was an exact replica of him, who gulped as he held onto his wife, keeping her behind him.

"Yes, we were just leaving. Thank you for your time." the other man said. gathering their belongings they exited the room, him corralling his brother out.

"This isn't over." the first man sneered, pointing in her direction before allowing himself to be led out.

"Sorry about that. it was a will reading and those can sometimes get out of hand." She said, sighing in annoyance but pasting on a smile anyway.

"I don't like what I just heard. Things can get out of hand during these things but threats like that…" Berman said.

"Hank, do you mind conducting the interview alone for a while? I want to talk to Ms. Schade about this." Nick asked.

"Yeah sure. I'll get things started." he said.

"I would appreciate that. This makes me uneasy." Berman said, then waved Hank on, leaving the room. Nick closed the door when they were gone and approached Adalind.

"Are you alright?" he asked, twitching to reach for her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Honestly, I should have expected this. His father use to say he was the hot head out of the two of them."

"Did he hurt you at all?"

"No, that glass came close but missed me. Not to say it didn't freak me out a little though. Its why I…" she trailed off nervously.

"Woged?" he questioned. She nodded, wringing her hands.

"Sorry you had to see that, again." She snorted. He smiled.

"It's fine. I have to get use to it at some point right, given what I am. Still shocking to see though." He smiled.

"I bet. But really I'm fine. I knew beforehand that this meeting wouldn't go well. maybe I should have taken more precautions."

"Maybe. What was he? When he woged, he looked like a tiger or panther."

"a Pfichttreue. Basically, a panther wesen. They are smart, fearless, and loyal. In this case, those two are loyal to each other and that's it."

"Twins usually are but I guess being a… Pfichttreue makes them more so. I saw a man leading a woman out of this room not long before."

"Yes, that would be their sister, Cynthia Fengrer- Cindy, and she got the lion's share of their father's money. They weren't happy about it. its why I had an intern, John- the one who was with her, be here for it."

Nick hummed, nodding.

"Do you think I can talk to her? is she still here?"

"she is but why do you want to talk to her?" Adalind asked, curiously.

"Because though you didn't take his threat seriously I did. I have seen far too many cases like this that led to people getting hurt. And if you say she got the bigger portion of the inheritance, I want to make sure she is safe."

"Ah, right. that makes sense. Of course. She's in my office. Follow me." she said leading Nick out of the room and down the hall to her office. She knocked lightly, giving the woman a chance to collect her self if she needed too.

She opened the door to see Cindy, sitting on the loveseat, John still by her side, holding her hand and listening to her speak quietly about her father, looking sympathetic. Adalind entered with Nick on her heels, closing the door behind them.

"Cindy, this is Detective Nick Burkhardt. He wants to speak with you if you have the time."

Both Cindy and John looked up, blinking at the detective standing in front of them. Cindy nodded.

"that's fine." She said quietly, her voice hoarse. Nick pulled a chair from in front of Adalind's desk and turned it around, sitting to face her.

"Hi. First let me say that I am sorry for your loss. I just recently lost my aunt who raised me. I understand how difficult this time may be for you."

"thank you. my condolences for your loss as well." She said, staring down at her hands.

"Thank you. I wanted to ask a few questions about your brothers."

"If you can even call them that." she snorted, rolling her red rimmed blue eyes.

"So, you are not close then."

"No, not at all. If you ask them I'm just the mistake. Our dad divorced their mom when they were like seven or something. met my mom when they were 10 and I was born when they were about 13 I think. They never considered me their sister, not once."

"Is it just the three of you?"

"No, we have an older sister. But we don't know much about her. Well, they know nothing about her. Dad kind of kept that a secret. He just recently told me about her, maybe two months ago."

"Have your brothers ever threatened you or attempted to hurt you in anyway?" he asked.

"I mean, they bullied me when we were in school. Now I hardly ever see them. If I ever see them out in public they just pretend I am not there. If we ever are forced to be in close proximity of each other for an extended time they might throw insults at me but nothing I cant handle."

"Ms. Schade said that your father left a majority of his estate to you. Why is that?"

"Because I'm the only one that really cared. Neither Anthony nor Marcus cared enough to even visit him when he got sick. I was the one there for every appointment, holding his hand and making sure he was taken care of. They didn't even show up to the hospital until after he had died and even then they stayed just long enough to see his… body before leaving." She said, breaking at end.

"So, you, being on the receiving end of the majority of what was left of his estate, would give them reason to come after you."

"it would but they can't. It was in the will that contesting it would lead to them not getting anything at all. They would forfeit the right to their inheritance."

"But would they physically come after you?"

"I…" she said, looking up at him. "I don't know. I would hope not but…"

She closed her eyes and woged for the first time and Nick looked away, not wanting her to know what he was. He didn't want to spook her.

"Okay. Ms. Fengrer, what I heard as I was passing that room, makes me a bit nervous about this whole situation. I think it might be a good idea for you to get out of town for a while. Just until things die down here. I've seen anger like that before and I've seen it escalate into violence or murder one too many times. Do you have somewhere you can go for a while?"

"Yes. I mean I can ask. I had planned to go visit Annabelle, that's our sister, in a couple of weeks but maybe she would be okay for me to come sooner." She said, looking alarmed at the possibility that her brothers would actually try to harm her.

"That might be best. I'm going to keep track of your brothers for a while just to make sure. But the sooner you can leave I think it would be better. I'm going to call in another officer to escort you back to your place so you can pack a bag. Do you think you can call your sister and ask while I do that?"

"I can go with her." John said.

"I would feel safe with him there." Cindy agreed.

"That's fine if he can. But I would feel better if there was someone with a gun also there. Just to be on the safe side. You just call your sister and wait here until I can get someone to escort you. okay?"

"Yeah sure. thank you." she breathed a sigh of relief. Nick nodded and smiled.

"John, why don't you take Cindy down to that little café on the first level. Use the company card to get something for the both of you." Adalind said.

"Sure. Come on Cindy." John said, guiding her up and out the door, shutting it behind them.

Nick made a quick call to Wu, explaining the situation and asking if he was available. Wu agreed. Adalind had collapsed on the loveseat as he talked, rubbing at her temples.

"Is it always this exciting around here?" Nick joked. Adalind giggled.

"Not always. For the most part its calm and quiet. But every once in a while we'll get something like this."

"So, you have been threatened like this before?"

"On occasion. They usually back off when I woge. Most wesen are afraid of Hexenbeist because of what we can do."

"I can see that." Nick said, remembering what he had read in the books.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Adalind asked, just now remembering that he had to have come for a reason.

"Uh, I'm actually here to speak with your boss."

"A homicide detective wants to meet with the head of a law firm. That doesn't bode well. Is everything okay?"

"No, it doesn't. And no, things aren't really okay. we were meeting about a colleague of yours. Serena Dunbrook?"

"Serena? Is she alright?" Adalind asked, sitting up straight, looking concerned.

"Unfortunately, Serena was killed on a streetcar this morning." Nick broke the news. Adalind gasped, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as her eyes widened.

"Oh no. How? What happened?"

"We aren't really sure. there was some kind of coordinated flash mob performance on the car, and she got caught up in it. when everyone got off the driver found her lying on the ground, dead." He informed her, not sure why he was telling her all of this. The death wasn't really public knowledge, and he was supposed to be talking to Berman first. But something compelled him to continue. "our ME said that she had an over abundant amount of apitoxin in her system."

"Apitoxin? Bee venom?" Adalind questioned; her brow crinkled as she thought.

"Yes, about 50 milligrams and since a single bee cannot produce that much there's no way this wasn't a murder."

"Was there any puncture wounds, like big enough to shove a finger into?" she asked.

"Yeah, there was… do you know what this is?" he asked. she sighed and nodded.

"Millifer. It's a bee wesen. They have the ability to control natural bees. If she had that much in her system then that's probably why. Millifer and Hexenbeist are natural enemies."

"Was Serena a Hexenbeist?"

"She was. Not strong though, she didn't really use that part of her self often."

"Can you think of any reason a… Millifer would come after her?"

"Besides just not liking hexenbeist at all?" she snorted. "not that I can… actually maybe. A while back we worked on a case together, me, her, and Camilla Gotleib, another attorney here. It was for a takeover. the company we represent wanted to acquire a papermill that was owned by one. it wasn't an easy acquisition. But do you think they would do something like this in retaliation for that? I mean we were just doing our jobs."

"Some people don't see it that way. Just like that will reading you were just apart of. Some people like to blame the messenger. Its too early to tell if this is what her death was about but is there any way we can get a copy of the files for that case so we can review."

"Absolutely. Let me call down to records and have them pulled for you." she said, getting up and rounding her desk to pick up her phone to make the call. Nick turned his chair back around. He decided since he had the chance, he would ask her about the dreams. Maybe he could finally get some answers about it.

"While I have you and we are waiting for those records, I need to talk to you about something." he said, hesitantly.

"Sure. What can I do for you." She eyed him warily as she sat in her seat. He kept his eyes on her, studying her. trying to catch any change in demeanor.

"I want to talk to you about something called a conjuring." He said and he didn't need to watch her closely to see her go rigid and her eyes to widened minutely.

"A conjuring? What about a conjuring?" she asked, hurriedly. Her face already starting to bloom red.

"Your expression and body language tells me that I really don't need to explain why I'm asking." He said. she slumped back, ducking her head in embarrassment.

"This is so humiliating." She whispered to herself before forcing her eyes back up to meet his. "I am so sorry about that. I never meant for that to happen. I don't even know how it happened. I have never done one before, not consciously."

"So, this wasn't something you sought out to do."

"No, not at all. I was shocked as hell when I figured out what it was. But I did take care of it." she rushed to assure him.

"You did?"

"Absolutely. I didn't know if you knew about it or not. Usually something like this would happen if a beister is seeking someone specific to connect with for various reasons. I had never heard of one happening at random between people who didn't even know each other."

"So, what's the cure or whatever for this?"

"It's a combination of a spell and a potion. Most beister magic happens like that. but its one of those where the potion takes 24 hours to brew and then…" she blew out a breath looking away from him again. "you have to repeat the actions that happened in the conjuring in order to break it."

"So, since the conjuring involved the two of us being…" he said gesturing between them, his brows quirked. She nodded.

"then to break it I had to repeat the same actions that happened, yes."

"That explains a few things." Nick muttered thinking about the repeat performance he had in his head two days after the first occurrence. "So did you perform this ritual or whatever."

"Yes, I brewed the potion that next night and… broke it the night after that." she told him, looking just over his shoulder as to not look him in the eye.

"Why am I still having dreams then?" he asked, frustrated. Her eyes snapped to him, and she blinked.

"You're still dreaming? About me?"

"Yes I am. Which is really starting to get to me. especially since its not exactly a comfortable thing when I'm in bed next to my girlfriend. Thank God I don't really sleep talk or things could get really awkward."

"And you have a girlfriend. That's just perfect. Nick, I promise you I did break the conjuring. I followed the instructions I was given to a tee." She said, fiercely, wanting him to believe her. "But, I am also still having dreams about you. its not like that though. Not really. These dreams just feel surreal, almost like-."

"Deja vu? Like you have already lived those things, and these are the memories?" he asked. she nodded slowly.

"Yes, exactly like that. they started that first night after I saw you in the hospital."

"Same for me." he said, leaning back in his seat. "And you don't know what's causing them?"

"No, I don't. I have looked but I can't find anything with this president. Usually when two people are dreaming about each other its because they are connected somehow. But we don't even know each other, not really." She said. Nick thought about that and asked another question.

"That first night we met, in the hospital, when I touched your hand, did you feel anything?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I've been having these episodes where I would sometimes touch someone and there would be this static shock that passes between us and then I would get these weird feelings each time. But it only happens once per person, its never a repeat with the same person and not even with everybody I happen to touch. Its happened a few times, once with you, my girlfriend, Juliette, my partner and once with a witness that I was questioning."

"That's a weird combination of people. But yes I did feel a strong electric shock but then I felt…" she trailed off not sure how to explain it.

"What?" he asked.

"I don't know if this exactly fits with what I felt but it was a warm sensation. Like that feeling of coming home. That's the closest way to describe it. it sounds stupid and a bit creepy I know."

"No, not at all. I felt it too along with the feeling that I knew you. But I'm chalking that up to having seen you that morning. it kind of threw me off though. I asked a friend about it."

"You have a friend in the know about being a Grimm and spell work?"

"Kind of. That witness I mentioned that I questioned. Well, he's a blutbad and I met with him after that first night of the conjuring. He's been helping explain things to me. But we met and he was the one that told me what it was. He also doesn't know what the static thing is or what it means. I've checked the books my aunt left me and there's nothing in there either. Not sure what other avenue to look for information." He sighed.

"I might. I have a friend of sorts as well who knows a lot about this kind of thing. He helped me with the potion for the break. I can contact him and see if he knows anything." she offered.

"If you could that would be great. I really want to put an end to this if I can. No offense but this is starting to feel like I am cheating on Juliette."

"I completely understand, and I want the same. I'll give him a call later to see if he knows anything."

"Thank you I would appreciate it."

"Sure. it is a little unsettling to be dreaming about each other when we have only met in passing before now and had maybe a 5-minute conversation while waiting for coffee." She chuckled and he agreed with a laugh. "Can I ask, what exactly have you been dreaming?"

Before he could answer there was a knock on the door before it opened. In stepped a young woman with a stack of papers clipped into a binder. She handed the file to Adalind before heading back out.

"Thanks Bonnie." Adalind said.

"No problem." She winked before closing the door again. Adalind's phone rang indicating a call from the front desk. She hit a button before answering. "Yes Patricia?"

"Ms. Schade, there is a sergeant Wu here."

"that would be Cindy's escort." Nick said standing.

"I'll be right there. Thank you." she answered before disconnecting. "I'll follow you out. I want to check on her one last time." she said handing him the binder.

"That's fine. And I want you to take this. I know you think he was just blowing smoke but if anything else happens, or you need help then call me. like I said, I'll keep watch on them both but its better to be careful with these types of things." He took out a business card with his desk number and his cell on it and handed it to her.

"thank you. I appreciate that but I'm sure this will all blow over soon. But I will give you a call if I find out anymore about the dreams."

"thanks. I'll get out of your hair now. I'm sure you have other things to attend too."

"Don't remind me. out of one fire and into the next. The story of my life." She sighed.

"Same." He said, agreeing with her.

They both exited the office, meeting up with Hank as he was leaving Berman's office. It reminded him again of the reason he was there in the first place.

"Before I go, again I don't know for sure if this incident relates to that case. But be careful. If you come across something strange call the station." Nick warned her.

"I will. Thank you, detective." she said, back to her professional persona. He nodded and followed behind her and Hank down the hall.

Yay, a full blown, albeit embarrassing conversation between Nick and Adalind. This is paving the way to more talking between the two of them. Stay tuned. i am almost done with two of my other stories then i will be back to work on this one. In the meantime i hope you enjoyed this story and maybe some of my others as well. **