Family Ties Chapter Twenty-Five
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AN – Thank you for continuing to read! It means a lot that so many of you are enjoying this story and I hope you like this next chapter too.
I do not own any characters or stories from the tv show Grimm. Some dialogue is lifted from various episodes in Season 3 and Season 4. No infringement or copyright is intended. It's all for fun, no profit being made here.
I also do not own the story Room on the Broom, which I have previously declared and is only briefly mentioned in this chapter.
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"Report," Kenneth barks out as he moves into the house. Several of the people in the room jump to attention, as they should, and he memorises the faces of those that didn't. He might need a stress reliver if things don't start moving forward soon, and he can begin with them for the lack of respect.
"We have mapped the Grimm's movements, places he goes to, as well as other people he comes into frequent contact with. We're not sure of his relationship with all of them, but are investigating." He nods at that.
"Good, keep it up. I want to know everything about him. I want to know everything about everyone who he spends time with. How about my dear cousin, how goes his recovery?"
"Again, we have been monitoring him. He remains in hospital but is due for release within the next few days. He has had a few visitors, mainly from the police department, but otherwise only his mother has been physically present with him." Is reported and he nods.
"Ah, so the Hexenbitch is here. He must have been more seriously hurt than we thought. Shame he somehow managed to survive again." He grumbles. "Any other news?"
"We've started the planned strategy and have meetings set up to continue, as well as a mole inside the department to feedback with any issues that arise." He grins at that, knowing that his cousin will never see this coming.
"Excellent, we are finally starting to make progress. The King will be pleased when I inform him. For now, though, continue on and make sure to keep me regularly updated. But I must excuse myself, I have a date to prepare for."
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Waking early, Nick sets to work on the loft, keenly aware now that he's on a shorter timeframe for having guests than he originally considered. He still has to finish setting up the bathroom with the utility features, secure the access points from the roof and fire escapes, as well as get the rooms set up in the connecting loft. The lift services all of the upper level, but through the far side of the other loft is a set of hidden stairs, giving another access point from ground level, which he needs to also add into the security system.
He really wants to investigate the mysterious, hidden tunnel, that disappears from the main living area to destinations unknown, but isn't sure he'll have the time. Maybe it was a bit foolish, buying somewhere with a passageway that he knows nothing about, but it appears on no plans, he even checked the blueprints in the city's database, and he's hopeful it could become an emergency escape that even those around him don't know about. As much as he wants to keep where he is, and by extension the three females that are coming to stay with him, a secret, he knows there might come a time where he needs his friends to know the location. So, having another place that only those who live there, and not any other visitors, know and can use is very appealing to him.
There's also the fact that one of those females is a child, one who will need things to help keep her entertained and occupied. He probably spends too long setting a reading corner up, but seeing as most of the time he has spent with Diana so far has been with a book, he thinks it's a worthwhile endeavour. He's able to get a mini library of books from the same author as the previous book he bought, as well as several others written in a similar style. Alongside those are multiple blank notebooks and colouring pens, some colouring-in books and he even picked up a few cookie cutters for if any baking is done. He kind of can't wait to see Adalind's face when she notices the shapes, especially the set that contains a little witch's hat, cauldron and broomstick.
A call through to Bud gets him the help he needs to get the last few furniture pieces he thinks are a necessity, arranging with the Eisbiber when he can collect them and thanking him for all his help. All things done, he's shaping up to have the main space fully set up as living quarters, with kitchen, living space, bathroom and two bedrooms, as well as two further bedrooms in the connecting loft and a free space they can use as they see fit. He thinks Adalind has mentioned doing some version of exercises so that extra space could be adapted into a gym-like area going forward, if they need. At the very least, they all have bedrooms to themselves, and space to use as they need. He's not even thought of the warehouse downstairs, other than securing the parking area but it's something that can wait for now.
Getting to work takes him a little longer, which probably isn't helped by him driving in circles as he plots multiple routes to and from the loft where it's not immediately obvious, for anyone that may be following him, where he's going. Perhaps that's overkill too, but he'd rather spend time doing that now, and be able to pass on any relevant information to his mother, than try to figure it out later. Plus, he's already pretty sure he has someone following him, or at the very least being aware of his movements. He really needs to talk to Henrietta about those protection spells she uses.
Hank and Wu are both already there and, after checking they have no new active case, they gather around the sergeants monitor to go over the footage from the previous day's crime scene.
"There," Wu says as he freezes the image on the screen. "That's the clearest view of the crowd that we can get. I can zoom in and clear up some of the pixelation, which should get us a fairly clear shot of who these guys are." Nick stands at his shoulder as the sergeant does his work, Hank beside him. They watch as the image is isolated and then becomes clearer as the Asian man works. "Now, to run it through facial recognition." He starts the search then leans back into his chair.
"Anything else we need to be aware of?" Hank asks and Nick glances behind him at the still empty office.
"Just captain, he may not be possessed any more but he's still up to something."
"Alright then, just another day at the office," Wu quips. Hank shares what has been passed around at the precinct and how some of the younger officers see their superior as something akin to a hero. Nick notes to keep an eye of them, as well as anyone else who seems very interested in the captains', and their own, actions.
"Got a hit on one of the men from the images," Wu updates them suddenly, bring their conversation to a halt. "A … Martin Meisner, originally from Berlin, Germany but last known address is in Austria."
"He was the one I saw at the hospital, outside the captain's room," Nick notes as he looks over the information on the screen.
"Isn't Austria where captain's family live?" Hank asks and Nick nods.
"Yeah, that's right."
"Then are we looking at an operative from the royal family?" Studying the image again, he slowly shakes his head.
"I don't think so, I mean, we can't be sure, but from previous experience with that royal family, and the people they employ, they don't tend to travel alone. Whenever this guy has been seen, so far, he's been on his own and taking measures to limit his exposure."
"So, who is he then?"
"He could be resistance," Nick muses. "Captain has had contact with them before, and he used the resistance to help get Adalind and D-the child out of Austria." He quickly corrects himself, glances around to check who is withing hearing distance, just in case.
"We're not even saying her name?" Hank queries.
"I think there's no such thing as being too cautious with this," he replies and the other man nods.
"What do you want us to do now?" Wu asks and he looks away, thinking through possible next moves.
"We can't put a BOLO out, that'll get captain's attention. We can keep that photo on file and do some routine checks through security footage, maybe start with around the hospital and here, at the precinct, to see if we can map some of his movements. And stay aware of our surroundings, and if he's in them, when we're out and about." He instructs and watches as Wu takes over the I.T side of things, creating a facial recognition alert that's set to only him.
"And the other one?"
"Just, keep checking with him as well. I think it might be good if we all had a trip to the trailer, brush up on our reading of the royal family, the Verrat and Hundjager. Just in case." He raises an eyebrow, hoping they understand his meaning.
"I am always up for a trailer trip," Wu agrees quickly. "I'll bring the snacks."
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Adalind takes a deep breath, smiling at Kelly as she gives her a bracing squeeze to her shoulder, before sitting down next to Diana. The small blonde is colouring happily, another of Kelly's creations in one of the many notebooks that now lay in every room of their temporary home.
"Diana, honey, we need to talk," she starts and her daughter looks up, curiosity in her eyes.
"New magic?" She asks and it makes Adalind smile even as she shakes her head.
"Maybe later," she replies and gets a grin. "Now, we need to talk about … about family."
"Mama? And Nana Kelly?" She looks between them and they both grin in reassurance.
"That's right, we're family, and we love you," she states as Kelly nods. "But family is more than just that. In most families, not all but most, uh, you start with a mommy and a daddy."
"Daddy?" Diana repeats the word she's barely heard, tilting her head. "My Nick?"
"No, honey, Nick is family but he's not your daddy." She ignores Kelly's look, even as her tone softens with emotion at that fact. "Your daddy, his name is Sean and he, uh, he wants to meet you."
"Daddy Sean?"
"Yes, and you remember how Nick is Kelly's? He's her son, like you are my daughter. Well, Sean, his mommy is called Elizabeth and that makes her your grandmother. They're part of your family." She gulps as she continues. "And they both want to meet you, honey, get to know you as family does."
"New family?" Diana's lips wobble with her worry, as she stares at Adalind.
"Yes but, honey, mama is not going anywhere. Our family is growing, that's all, getting bigger." The little girl tilts her head, considering her words before straightening up.
"Mama and Nana Kelly, My Nick and Henri, Daddy Sean and Grandmother Lizbeth," Diana lists and she has to smile at how simple it all sounds like that.
"That's right, see, just more people in our family." She gulps down her nerves and plasters on a smile for Diana. "But sometimes, family can be … misguided, so we have to be really careful when meeting new people, especially for the first time. Just because someone says they are family, a daddy or a grandmother, that doesn't mean we can trust them from the start. We have to get to know them, feel them, to make sure they are proper family." She stutters through the explanation and feels Diana's eyes on her.
"If you're not sure, you can ask Mama or Nana Kelly, and we will always help you," Kelly jumps in and she nods.
"Always," she confirms. "Nick and Henrietta will help too, remember how it felt to meet them? That was good, yes? You knew they were here to help us." Diana smiles and nods at that. "Well, we can use our senses to see if everyone around us wants to help, wants to be with us in a nice way."
"And if they don't feel right, you tell us, right away." Kelly instructs.
"I love you so much," Adalind says and Diana grins, raising a hand and making sparkling lights flow around them. She joins in for a moment and the room is awash with twinkling lights.
"Sparkles!" The little girl cheers and Adalind repeats the word, warmth spreading through her.
"Love mama, love Nana Kelly," Diana declares as the lights fade and Adalind can't help but slide closer and embrace her daughter tightly.
"We both love you, so much," she utters. "And we want you to be happy and safe."
"That's why we are being careful about meeting the rest of your family," Kelly explains. "We want to make sure everyone feels right, to all of us."
"And we're going to meet them soon. We're going to go in the car and see our uh family. Like when Nick and Henrietta came to meet us, and we went to meet them, remember honey?" She continues the explanation, knowing they need to lay the groundwork for what's going to happen, even if they don't have an exact timeframe just yet.
"My Nick and Henri?" Diana lights up at the mention of them.
"Yes, we'll see them soon. This time we're going to go to meet them, we'll have to drive in the car and follow Nana Kelly's rules to stay safe, when we go."
"Go now?" Diana asks, putting the lid on her pen and Adalind laughs at the action.
"Not yet, honey, but soon, ok?"
"Ok mama," her daughter replies, uncapping the pen and turning back to her colouring once more. Adalind blows out a breath and shoots a look at Kelly who laughs.
"If you though that was hard, you might need to start preparing now for what comes next," she advises and Adalind nods, knowing she needs to buck up and get ready. Sean will be … well, however he is she will meet him head on and if he thinks he's going to just steam roll over her and take command of the situation, and their daughter, he's going to be in for a surprise. Her days of following him and doing what he said are long over, and for her daughter she'll fight any battle she has to, to keep her safe.
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He, Hank and Wu spend a few hours in the trailer, reading up and then getting in a deep conversation about how to transfer the books, and everything they contain, onto a more dependable and easier to access storage source. They've just said goodbye, and he's watching them drive away as he locks up when his ringtone blasts through the night.
"Nick," Rosalee greets him over the phone and he's instantly alert at the tenseness in her voice. "Would you be able to come to the Spice shop. We have a visitor who wants to meet you." He takes her words to mean that the operative from the Wesen Council has finally arrived.
"I'll be with you in twenty," he replies and hears her sigh in relief. "Maybe sooner, depending on traffic. Are you alright?"
"We're all ok here," she states. "But we look forward to your arrival." Translation, they aren't ok but she doesn't want to admit it, probably as she has someone watching her make the call.
"See you soon," he replies and hangs up, grabbing his coat and quickly re-entering the trailer to get the books he's gathered in preparation for this meeting. Reading up on the Code of Honor, or the Code of Swabia, as well as the Book of Law written by the Wesen council of Wallenstadt, had been his homework of late, when not researching anything else. Obviously, all that was written in the books was from the perspective of Grimms, and ones that hadn't shared his respect for life, but there was still good information and it meant he didn't feel like he was walking into this meeting blind.
Before starting the drive, he pulls out his phone and sends a quick message, giving a moment to see about the reply. If this works out, he might be able to get an advantage and use his position to help, get ahead rather than play catch up. The reply comes and he smiles before sending his thanks and then starting the engine.
He arrives almost exactly within the timeframe he gave and he parks quickly, noticing that the sign in the shop door already says closed, even though he knows Rosalee usually stays open later. The door swings open almost as soon as he's knocked and he greets Monroe with a grim smile.
"Hey Nick, come on in," the Blutbad says and steps aside to let him in before closing and locking the door behind them. He gestures to the side room, while rolling his eyes, and Nick tips his head back at his friend in wordless communication before they walk through to the other room. Rosalee stands on one side of the table with a tall, dark-skinned man opposite her. He turns as they enter and Nick comes to a stop at the end of the table, between all the Wesen in the room, as Monroe takes his place next to Rosalee.
"Nick, this is Kou Kaufman, a member of the Wesen Council. Mr Kaufman, this is Nick Burkhardt, a Portland Police detective and Grimm." Nick nods and watches as the man Woges, his face morphing into the muzzle and beak of a Steinadler. He quickly runs through in his mind what he knows about the Wesen, that they can be friendly yet stern and that it is never completely clear what side they are on. He thinks they're an interesting choice to send for an assignment like this.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Burkhardt. I have heard quite a few stories about you." His voice is deep and Nick can't quite tell if there's a tone conveying anything more in his words.
"And I've had the experience of meeting both Steinadlers and members of the Wesen council before, both meetings are not ones I'm going to forget," he replies.
"I am here on behalf of the council of Wesen, to investigate some minor reports of a child who may be breaking the code of honour and putting our community in danger. No action will be taken until this has been confirmed and if it so, then all decisions will be made through the proper channels and with support from the leaders of the Wesen council." The words feel practised and as if it's what they think they should be saying, rather than what they want to happen. It makes Nick's skin itch and he feels frustration bubble, especially when he knows the child they are talking about, and possibly taking action against, is Diana.
"I understand the reasoning behind the code of Swabia, and that sometimes action has to be taken, but you are aware you are talking about a child? Someone who is still learning and not doing any of these acts on purpose?" The man nods.
"We are aware, and one of the actions we can take is to offer a place where the child, and parents, if need be, can be helped to learn control over their gifts." Monroe coughs at that and the Steinadler looks towards him before back at Nick. "Contrary to your previous experience with the council, none of us wish any harm to a child or any emotional upheaval to parents."
"Forgive me if I find that slightly harder to believe," he states back. "Based on previous experiences, of course."
"What I think Nick meant is-" Rosalee starts but the man holds up his hand.
"I understood," he replies curtly, keeping his eyes on him, and Nick can feel the worried glance his friends share. "And I understand your position, though I feel you may have perhaps inflated the influence you have over this situation. I am here as a courtesy, and to see whether we can work together, to solve this with the best possible conclusion, for all involved." Nick forces himself to take a slow deep breath and then speak calmly, even with the emotions building inside him. Rosalee steps closer, looking between the two of them, and Monroe moves with her, his hand at her waist.
"I believe that is something written from the Wesen council … to find a solution to the situation at hand. So, while we might not agree that doesn't mean we don't respect each other, and that we can't work together to find a common solution that works for us all." He sees Rosalee's eyebrows raise and Monroe tip his head, and hopes he's made the right move by trying to be diplomatic, even as the urge to show this man just what he is builds inside.
"I agree, we must find a solution to the situation … the established guidelines to ensure the safety and well-being of the Wesen community must not be ignored. I am glad to hear we will have your co-operation in any action we must take, moving forward."
"Compared to previous actions you took? Like having a culling policy against children who, it turns out, were completely innocent and just had a rather extreme infection?" He grits out and hears Monroe's inhaled breath. He can't help but make the point though, as his co-operation hadn't been wanted back then but had saved a young boy's life. The dark-skinned man opens his mouth but Nick is still feeling rattled and so steps closer, trying to drive his point home.
"We, my friends and I, helped you, and the greater Wesen community, by finding a treatment for the condition known as Grausen. We provided the evidence and released the last operative you sent here, even though he had committed a crime by breaking and entering, and then endangering a minor." Nick states. "Now, I like to think that we're all moving forward, into the modern world, where such actions can be agreed by all, that just killing someone isn't necessarily the right thing to do. And that we can move forward, with a more co-operative stance and acknowledging how working together is far better, for us all. But if you really want to live in the past, I can be that kind of Grimm if I have to, especially if I'm provoked." The room falls silent as he finishes speaking and he doesn't look away from the man.
"Is that a warning?"
"Think of it more as an acknowledgement," he replies. "I'm willing to work with you, we can help each other, but if you're not going to listen to me or if you put any, any, of the people I'm responsible for in harm's way, well, you'll regret it. You say you've heard of me, then you should know it's the consensus around here that I'm not your typical Grimm, so don't underestimate me, or what I can do." He keeps eye contact throughout, feeling the weight of his words settle into the room and isn't all that surprised when the man Woges again. Maybe he's being too hard but he's already annoyed at these people making his friends' uncomfortable, the entitlement of them having to help members of the council when they didn't send anyone at the time that Rosalee, one of their emissaries, and her husband were affected by the Wesenrein, plus the way they are talking about dealing with a child.
"I will … take your words into consideration, and pass them on to the council. For now, I have travelled a fair distance so I think I will retire for the night. I am staying at the Oregonian, and will leave my contact details with Ms. Calvert." He nods at all of them in turn before walking to the door. Rosalee walks him out, giving her own polite goodbye, even as Monroe shadows their movements. Nick stays put, pulling out his phone to check for any messages.
"Nick," Rosalee breathes out and he runs a hand through his hair.
"I know, maybe that wasn't the wisest thing to do," he admits.
"Dude, I think you're my hero," Monroe bursts out. "Telling them off like that. Man! And you didn't even out and out threaten them, just subtle points and reminded them of events that they couldn't exactly refute."
"It was risky," Rosalee states and Nick nods.
"I know but I think I needed to say it. I can respect the council, and what they stand for, but not at the expense of a child and this feeling of them making a case of their guilt, rather than finding actual reason. That killing is the way to stop the problem. It can be, but not always. And I know I'm invested in this, that I know more than they do but until I see some evidence that they'll be fair, I'm not sharing anything. I'm not risking Diana."
"And we're with you," Monroe states and then continues as Rosalee throws him a look. "Come on, we both have had issues with the council and certain decrees they've given out in the past. And there were of no help when we were being persecuted by a group, they themselves have outlawed." He rubs her arm and she sighs but nods.
"I know, I agree but I also think we just have to be careful."
"We will," Nick agrees. "We'll keep meeting if they request it and keep communicating and just stay alert. There are a lot of people in Portland who are trying to find an innocent child. And thanks to Wu doing a very timely drive-by, we have photos of most of them so we can track their movements." He holds up his phone, with Wu's affirmative message highlighted and Monroe grins.
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"Ok, time for magic," Adalind announces as they finish clearing away from eating. Diana hops up and takes her hand, walking together as they make their way downstairs into the workout space. Kelly greets them and Diana dances over to her, shaking her arms out and settling into the mood of the room.
"We're going to try something new," Adalind starts. "Something just for certain times, ok? In case you need to do magic to help yourself, or someone else."
"Help?"
"Yes, we're going to be meeting new people and we want everyone to be safe. So, you need to remember who will help you and can keep you safe. That's mama and Nana Kelly, as well as Nick and Henrietta, ok?" Diana nods and Adalind continues. "Can you tell mama, who are the people you can go to, to get help?"
"Mama and Nana Kelly, Nick and Henri," Diana states and she nods.
"That's right, so any of us will help you, in any way you need. If you feel uncomfortable or uneasy about anything, you can come to us."
"But you can also do things to help yourself," Kelly adds in. "Like being aware of who and what is around you. Using your senses to check your surroundings and staying alert." Diana nods, looking slightly overwhelmed.
"I know this is a lot Honey, but keep up for a little bit longer and then we can do the magic," Adalind promises. "Because you can use your magic, first to sense what is around you. Sometimes we need to identify strange … things. If something or someone, or, uh, something someone does, makes you feel uncomfortable then you can react in certain ways. You can say no. You can get help from others. You can also use magic to help, it can help us by sensing what's in the space around us and how it feels."
"And second, we can use our magic to help ourselves by using it as a force to … protect ourselves by uh, pushing those people or things away from us."
"So, the best way to stay safe, when others around you wish you harm, is to incapacitate them, uh, make them sleep. Now, you can do this by using physical, or magical, force to push them into a hard surface, which done at speed can knock a person unconscious. Or, there are pressure points you can squeeze, which can make someone sleep." Kelly drops down and gently taps Diana at each point as she says them. "Here, behind the ear, high centre of the forehead and here and here on your feet and at the side of your ankles." Adalind watches as Diana copies each movement, patting the spots indicated and also tries to memorise the places.
"So, to practise, we have these cushions that we can use." Kelly points out the square pillows. "It's going to be like target practise, I'll throw the cushion and you push it away, alright?" Adalind jumps in as Kelly lifts one of the cushions up, wanting to make one more thing clear.
"Now, honey, this is only to be done if absolutely needed. If, for whatever reason, Mama and Nana Kelly aren't there, or Nick and Henrietta. It's not ok to just do this if you're cross, or upset with someone; this is only for really scary, get away from horrible people, ok?" Diana frowns a little bit but nods. "Alright then, now remember how to focus on an object? This time, instead of calling it to you, or making it float, you're going to think about pushing it away." She gestures at Kelly and the Grimm throws one cushion at her and she redirects it away from her, pushing it to hit the wall instead. "See? Now, you try."
Diana shakes herself a little and then focuses on Kelly, who indicates which cushion she's going to throw. On the little girl's nod, she throws it and Diana tries but ends up zig-zagging the soft square through the air, as she alternates between pushing it away and pulling it closer.
"That was a good try, honey," Adalind praises even as her daughter huffs. "You just have to think on the action, ok? Really focus on what you want to do." Diana nods and then stands ready, bringing both of her hands up to face Kelly. The brunette gives her a moment to focus before tossing the pillow in her direction. Adalind feels the power racket up in the room and they all watch as the cushion heading towards Diana is disintegrated in midair. There's shocked silence for a minute before Kelly reaches down to pick up another cushion.
"Ok, that was too much focus," she says, forced cheer in her voice. "Let's try again, but with a little less intensity, alright Diana?" They continue on, with no more pillows ending up fragmented, and Diana grows in confidence the more successes she has. Kelly then has her focus on direction and speed, so she can control how and where she sends the objects, and potentially people, flying. This is easier for the young girl, as she has had more practise when moving items in other circumstances, and then Kelly has her moving as she directs the cushion's momentums.
After several hours, Diana is clearly feeling tired and Adalind calls a halt to the practise, happy with what they achieved in just half a day and not wanting to push her daughter too much. Kelly is also full of praise and they sit down to eat that evening with a worn-out but satisfied young girl.
"Diana," Adalind says as she helps her get ready for bed. "I am so proud of you for today, you worked really hard and did lots of amazing magic." The little blonde grins up at her and sends a wave of light flashing through the air. "But I want you to know, you can always tell mama if something is wrong. If you feel it in a room, or from another person. You can always tell me, even if it looks like I'm … friends with that person, If I'm talking to them and smiling, I will always listen to you, ok?" She nods and Adalind smiles.
"I know, let's have a secret phrase, for us and Nana Kelly? So, we can let each other know if we're ever uncomfortable and we want to leave, does that sound good?" Diana sits up than, staring keenly. "Hmm, what words shall we say? If we want to leave?"
"Buzz off!" The little girl cries out with a grin, clutching her witch doll. Adalind laughs at the suggestion, and her daughter's slight obsession with that story, but then actually thinks it through.
"I think that's perfect," she murmurs and Diana beams. "If any of us ever feel uncomfortable, we can let just us know, by saying 'buzz off', or even just 'buzz'. Ok?" Her little blonde waves jerk in motion as she nods and she can't help but smile at her daughter.
"I love you, so much," she states as she leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Love mama, night-night," Diana responds and she turns off the light as she leaves the room.
Kelly is waiting for her in the kitchen and she quickly updates the Grimm as to her conversation with Diana and the chosen 'safe' words. The brunette laughs and has her own comments about the choice but agrees it does hold the weight it needs to for Diana to understand and use it appropriately.
"Guess we should start getting organised here, packing up and the like," she says and the older woman nods.
"Yeah, I'm going to change cars again and then get some things in place in Portland, just in case. I 'll talk it all through with Nick and make sure he's aware of the plan. Once that's done, we'll be set to go." Back to the place she thought she wouldn't go back to, but which now holds so many potentials that have to be decided before she, and her daughter, can truly get on with their lives.
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It's late by the time he gets back to the loft and all he really wants to do is collapse into bed but he still has a few things left on the to-do list, for around the space and for himself. Before he can even start, his phone, the other one, goes off and he's greeted by familiar words in a familiar voice.
"Purple is a …"
"A plum, traditionally," he replies and hears her sigh. "But lately it's a sign of power."
"That's very true," she agrees. "And what power."
"How is she? How are you? And Adalind?"
"We're ok, us adults are a bit on edge but Diana is, as far as I know, unaware and enjoying her new lessons, as we refer to them." He releases a breath at that, happy to hear no other changes have happened.
"That's good to know," he replies. "And have you discussed the current situation?" She confirms they have and he spends the next little while discussing the options his mother views they have, with both suggesting possible outcomes, and trying to map out their next course of action. Being at the loft means he can speak more freely but his mother keeps her answers guarded, sometimes causing a few more questions on his end so he's clear that he understands her. In the end, they come up with a plan they are both happy with, though there is still an element of chance that it could go wrong but as long as they keep up the communication, it should work.
After that, he feels a little too wired to sleep, his brain still on after trying to see all the details so he spends a bit more time checking on the loft, the bedrooms he has set up and the things he has for Diana. It's not the perfect place for a child but it's safe, and right now that's the most important thing. Finally feeling tired enough he falls into bed, even as he thinks of all that he would still like to do before they arrive.
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The familiar shades surround him, as magic sparks and sensation fills him. He turns, trying to locate Adalind then feels her presence behind him.
"Nick," she greets with a smile. "How is everything?"
"It's ok," he replies slowly. "We have a few developments here, but nothing major." He gives a brief overview of his meeting with the Wesen council member.
"Something else to worry about," she summarises.
"To be aware of," Nick corrects. "We had a decent discussion and I think we have a good agreement in place."
"Ok. Have you heard anything more from Sean or Elizabeth?"
"Captain is still in hospital, but due to be released and we will be talking then. I haven't seen Elizabeth, but I know Henrietta has been keeping in contact her." He lists off and she nods. "I've talked to my mom and I know you've all been pretty busy, have you been discussing timeframes at all? Or made any other decisions?"
"Yes, some, your mom has really taken the lead on that. But we've mainly been focusing on Diana and teaching her some defensive and offensive moves. As well as trying to impress on her that she can ask for help at any time, from any of us." She says and he tilts his head down towards her.
"Sounds good, I hope I'm included in that group."
"Of course you are, Nick. I think Diana would have something to say if we tried to tell her otherwise." He smiles at that.
"She's pretty special," he says fondly, thinking of the time he's spent with her, and Adalind smiles beatifically at his words.
"She is," she agrees softly. "Without her, I have no idea where I'd be."
"Well, we wouldn't be here, like this." He states and she laughs as she agrees. They share a smile before hers drops and she looks away. Something seems off all of a sudden and he steps towards her as she takes a deep breath before looking back at him.
"Are we ever going to talk about it?" The edges of their shared dream shimmer and he knows enough now to know she's nervous.
"Talk about what?" He watches as she fidgets and feels an answering flare of anxiety inside him.
"The dreams," she mutters and Nick frowns.
"The dreams we're having that allow us to communicate?" He clarifies, not understanding. "Didn't we already discuss this?"
"No," she takes a deep breath then looks him straight in the eye. "The other dreams."
"Other dreams?" He repeats and then something akin to horror settles into his gut. She can't mean …
"Nick," she pauses and then steps closer and his every awareness is fixated on her. Her hand raises to rest on his chest and it seems to radiate heat and sparks and magic. "The dreams where we're together, being … intimate. I dream them, see them too." He inhales sharply but otherwise can't move. Can't think. But fuck, can he feel. Feel that familiar energy surge and gather around them. "And I can't do this anymore, can't pretend that I don't feel it and wish it were true." She's moving, so slowly but ever so surely towards him, the hand on his chest holding him in place better than any form of spell or glue or even cement.
"Nick," she says again and then slowly reaches up, eyes dropping to his lips before softly pressing her mouth to his. It's tentative but still familiar and she pulls back to gaze up at him with questions in her eyes.
Something in him breaks and then he's moving towards her, gathering her into his arms and kissing her like he never wants to stop.
She opens to him and he glories in her yielding to him, holds her tighter as her arms wrap equally as tight around him.
"Adalind," he groans as they separate and he cups her face as they stare at each other. "You see them too?"
"See them, feel them, want them," she replies and gulps. "Want you." He groans again before pulling her face back to his, forcing her lips apart and using his tongue to explore. They stay locked together, battling wills and tongues and just feeding this thing between them. One hand grips the back of her neck whilst the other cups her behind to pull her into him and let her feel what she's doing to him. She uses his motion to lift up, one leg coming up to rest on his hip and grind against him. He grunts, hand sliding along to hold her thigh and keep their building momentum by thrusting back at her. Adalind whimpers as she pulls away, grasping for breath. Their environment glistens around them, colouring swirling and Nick tries to hold her tighter.
"No, not yet," he begs and pulls back to look at her, lips swollen from his kisses and eyes dark with desire, for him. "Adalind, I don't want this to stop. I don't want-"
"I know," she hums even as the feeling of her in his arms starts to fade. "Nick, I'm here, I'm yo-" He wakes with a start, sitting up and panting as the possibility of her words echo in his head.
I'm Yours.
-G-
He's late into work the next morning, having tried to pick up the last few items from Bud but ending up in a long winded, rather one-sided conversation with the man. He's able to stuff the things into the back of the land cruiser, and hopes he's not called out to anywhere too dodgy at work. It does make him think about those unknowns that have been sighted and he does his best to cover everything up.
There's no new information from their searches, nor anything new from the cameras they are keeping an eye on but they do get the news that the captain is expected back in two days. Nick wants to do a search around their captain but that really would raise some eyebrows so he lets Wu take the lead on that, and do his own version of digging. Thinking like that makes him consider anything else he could be doing and he ducks out at lunch to try to put something else in place. The phone takes a minute to connect and then he takes a few moments to be happy to just hear her voice and catch up with everything that's been happening with her before voicing his request.
"Trubel, I think something may be happening, and soon. I'm currently being watched and I could really do with someone in my corner who they don't know about, and who know their way around officers of the law."
"Whatever you need, Nick, tell me and I'm there," she responds and he gives a quick overview of the situation and what he thinks she could help with. They come up with a plan of action, and how to stay in touch, and he can't help but heavily thank her before hanging up.
Returning into the office they get the news of a new case, but it then turns to be linked to an old case and so the team up with Pogue and Meachum as they meet at the scene.
"Another Jack case?" The other detective grumbles as they study the body.
"Wasn't this your case from the other week?" Hank asks and they nod.
"Yeah, grandmother and son who were attacked and robbed in their store. No indication then that this would happen, and she is definitely not the usual type that have been his victims so far, but the method of killing is an exact match."
"This isn't making any sense," Nick mutters and the other detectives all agree, even though he's talking with far more knowledge. "We have to go back to the beginning, pull all the information we can and try to find any connection, at all." They spend the rest of the day doing just that and are all feeling frustrated that they get no further before retiring for the night.
It's been another long day and he stops by the Spice shop, just to check in with his friends before heading to his final destination for the day.
"I'm heading over to Henrietta's; I need to talk to her about some magic she can do and whether she'd be willing to do some more to help with securing a possible place for everyone to stay."
"Oh, would you mind if I tagged along? I'd like to check in with her, make sure she's not suffering any after effects from her recent injuries, or the tonics I gave her." He nods at Rosalee's request and waits while she and Monroe close up the shop. His phone chimes and he quickly checks the message, replying as they stepped outside. They both drive their own vehicles and it's not long before Henrietta is greeting them inside her home.
"We have discussed this before," she says and he shakes his head.
"We started too," he corrects. "And then got interrupted."
"Yes, I remember now. Well, there are several enchantments that are available to a Hexenbiest should she want to protect and secure her individual space. Each hold their own weight and what they can do. I myself, have numerous charms over my household, that I use a portion of my power to enable. You cannot plot my land, nor make any permanent record of the space, and I have a safeguarding buffer that prevents any person of ill-intent to enter. I am told the sensation of such can be most unpleasant."
"Er, yeah," Monroe huffs and Nick thinks back to his first approach to the house and how it had felt.
"Is there something that can be set up for a place used by a group of people?"
"In that circumstance, I would suggest a veil. Something that casts a confusion over a space for all those that have not been invited in. It means those that know, can see and enter at any time with no consequence, but for those that have not been told, it creates a confusion in them, they can become unsure of their actions and they will leave the space."
"That sounds almost exactly like what we need. How is it done? Would you be willing to help me get it in place at the-where we'll be staying?"
"It is something I can help with yes, but it may be more prudent to get Adalind involved as well. Not only is she a powerful Biest, but as she will be staying there then her tie to the space with create more power behind the casting." His phone chimes again and he looks down as Henrietta finishes talking, the information received sending a fission of awareness through him.
"Ok, I get that. Would we need anything else?" He asks, slipping his phone away.
"I have all the necessary items needed and am happy to give anything you need to put this protection in place." She offers and he gives her a smile.
"Thank you. I'll let you know about timings when I can." She nods then and turns to Rosalee, asking about the Fuchsbau's shop and any other developments in the time since they've seen each other last. It may be strange to see the two Wesen, of differing natures that most would say would not get on, discussing such a range of topics but it just helps confirm Nick's belief that the old stereotypes many still hold on too don't hold the weight they once did. Even if it's just these relationships, he's happy to see some change come.
"Has there been any more discussion about Elizabeth and what we are to do moving forward?" Henrietta asks as she and Rosalee lapse into comfortable silence.
"I know there's a lot of unease," he admits. "But there isn't an out and out objection either. I think once we get them settled and can talk it through more, especially with what we can do safety measure wise, then next steps will go from there."
"Elizabeth will be pleased to hear that. I know she is aware of the passage of time and does not want to miss on the opportunity to meet her granddaughter, while she still has it." Henrietta throws him a look but Nick meets it with one of his own.
"I understand that, but her feelings aren't really my concern. Adalind, Diana, and keeping them both safe are. If we have to put certain actions into place to ensure that, then we will." He says, not feeling bad about that at all. "Don't you think she would agree?"
"I think I can confidently say she will agree to your terms. Elizabeth is not trying to, as the saying goes, rock the boat. She simply wants to meet her grandchild, in the time she has left, and if she has to do as you say, then she will." Henrietta states confidently.
"Ok then. Well, you can pass on to her then that we're not going to give her a designated time and place, we're going to stay flexible so she will have to be too. But we are aware of the, uh, passing of time and we're not going to do anything that would deliberately compromise that. Yet, we will be taking as many precautions as we can." Now he just sounds a bit exaggerated but Henrietta still smiles at him, even as Monroe and Rosalee stare.
"I understand, Nicholas. You care about those under your protection and do not take it lightly. I can respect that, as well as agree to the actions needed to keep their safety. I, too, care about their well-being and security."
"Will we get to meet them?" Monroe jumps in and Nick turns to his friend.
"I think, once we get everything secured and them all settled, that would be a good idea," he says slowly. "I know Adalind has been struggling with having limited interactions with other people, especially since one of them is a toddler."
"A toddler?" Rosalee asks. "I though you said she was a baby? Born only a few months ago?"
"Ah, yeah, well, that is true but Diana is special," he trails off then explains the age gap, or rather age jump. They then get to discussing magical anomalies and Henrietta has some truly fascinating, and also horrifying, stories, Monroe then jumps in with Wesen versions and even Nick can add more, with his example being the poor boy he had to arrest whose mother had genetically modified him and turned him into a dual-Wesen personality, Then they all are talking about experiences with Wesen and family and how growing up the way they had, had made them who they are today, the discussion becoming a real nature versus nurture debate.
A sensation builds in the back of his head, a trickling awareness as something draws closer. It's not unpleasant, rather the opposite and he tunes out of the conversation as he focuses inward, trying to pin down where the feeling is coming from. Recognition suddenly flares and he's up and moving, making it to the door before the others react.
"Nick?!"
"Henrietta, let them in!" He calls back as he opens the door to an unfamiliar car pulling into the driveway. His senses blaze, telling him what his eyes now confirm, and he forces himself to wait by the door. He feels Henrietta approach him from behind and they both stand as the three people get out of the car, the smallest breaking into a run as soon as her feet are on the floor.
"My Nick!" She runs right at him and he scoops Diana up as soon as she's close enough, stepping back to bring her inside as Henrietta greets the other two women and ushers them through the door. Diana clings to him and he hugs her tightly, meeting his mother's gaze over the top of her blonde head. She looks tired but ok, smiling at him before following Henrietta as she indicates for them to follow her down the corridor. Nick doesn't move though and turns to see the other blonde, staring at him with big blue eyes and a soft expression. The last time he saw her was so intense, albeit in their shared dream, and seeing her now brings all those emotions roaring back.
"Adalind," he murmurs and shifts Diana to one side, freeing up an arm so he can reach out and pull her mother into their embrace too. She settles quickly into his arms and he sighs, holding them both close and feeling something settle inside. A feeling quivers, a sensation from the air around them and between them, before firming and he knows what it means, deep inside. He's so glad they're here, safe and ok, and so very happy to have them close and in his arms again, exactly where he wants them to stay from now on.
-G-
She feels Diana snuggle closer and she herself leans into the body that they are both resting against. Nick feels warm and solid and very much there. Something inside almost relaxes at his presence and she could laugh at her reaction to him now, compared to when they first knew each other. There's no fear now, no negatives attached to the male, rather it's all positive feelings, and she knows her daughter feels the same way.
"Come on," he says, pulling back slightly but not letting either of them go. "Let me introduce you to the others." She nods and steps away but Diana just curls her arms around his neck and he gives her a small grin before securing the young girl in his arms, holding her close still, and then leading the way down the corridor.
Henrietta and Kelly stand just off the side of the door, talking to two other individuals who Adalind thinks are vaguely familiar.
"Mrs Burkhardt," the tall brunette man greets awkwardly and Adalind sees Henrietta swing around in reaction at the words, making Kelly laugh.
"You can call me Kelly, Monroe," she says with a smirk and then a shrug at Henrietta's pointed raised eyebrow. "We weren't entirely sure you were trustworthy, so I won't apologise for any subterfuge we used while making sure you were going to work with us, not against."
"I can understand that," Henrietta says graciously. "So, you are Nicholas' mother?"
"She is. I did mean to clear that up but got a little distracted with other things we talked about on the way back," Nick explains and Henrietta smiles in understanding as the other couple in the room re-focus their attention on him. "Adalind, I'm not sure if you've ever been properly introduced but this is Monroe and Rosalee. Guys, this is Adalind and her daughter Diana."
"Hello," she says quietly before just deciding to bite the bullet. "Look, I'm aware you know what I've done in the past, especially in relation to Nick. I am sorry for what I did and how that impacted him, and everyone around him. I know better now and wouldn't do something like that again, unless it was at someone who tried to hurt someone I cared about, or tried to take my daughter from me. Diana is everything to me and all I can say is thank you for being here, and for Nick, as we try to keep her safe." She expels a breath as she finishes, darting a quick glance at Nick, who's smiling softly at her. Diana glances around the room, eyeing the couple in front of them warily.
"I can respect that," Rosalee says as she steps forward. "I, for one, can talk from experience about doing things in the past that I have learnt from and wouldn't repeat. I believe in second chances, when there are true intentions behind it, so I'm happy to meet you, Adalind and your daughter." She offers a warm smile then and Adalind can't help but beam back. She knows these people are important to Nick, so trying to do this right and start off on the best foot possible is important to her.
"As my wife said," Monroe agrees. "So, this is Diana?"
"This is Diana," Nick states, leaning down to check in with the small blonde. "Diana, can you say hi to my friends?" Her little head turns to stare at the couple and then her eyes glow purple and both Wesen Woge. Adalind steps closer to Diana as Henrietta also reacts and all attention is firmly on the youngest person in the room.
"Woah!" Monroe exclaims, as he shakes it off and then looks down as Diana giggles.
"Pretty," she murmurs, pointing at Rosalee and the other woman smiles. "Mama, good feel."
"Good feel?" She repeats. "About everyone here?" Diana nods vigorously and she smiles. "That's … good then." She looks towards Kelly and then Nick, who looks slightly confused but happy too.
"Shall we sit?" Henrietta prompts and they all move towards the various chairs in the room. Adalind tries to encourage Diana to sit on her own, even just sit next to Nick, but she refuses and ends up snuggled on his lap. He just shrugs and smiles, running a hand up and down her back as she continues to study the adults around the room. Adalind takes the seat next to them and looks to see Rosalee still smiling softly towards them, even as Monroe looks a bit reserved. "I am afraid I do not have much to offer you, as I was not aware you would be joining us so soon."
"That's on me," Kelly pipes up. "I didn't think it was wise to give an exact time frame, keeping to a more element of surprise movement. Plus, Nicky had mentioned he thought he might have eyes on him, so we wanted to be extra careful and keep his movements appearing natural."
"But you knew they were coming?" Monroe asks Nick and he gives a non-committal gesture.
"I knew they were travelling," he replies.
"Well, they are here now so we should discuss what happens next. I believe Nicholas has a space for you to stay, and is interested in protections I can add to make the dwelling more secure." Henrietta turns to Adalind then. "I suggested a veil over the property, that way you gain security yet can still receive visitors." She nods at that, leaning forward to see the other Hexenbiest more clearly.
"I've heard of using a veil before, though I haven't ever done it myself. If you think that is a good enchantment to use, and Nick is happy for it to be cast, then I would agree with you. And would be very grateful for your help in casting it." The older witch smile and opens her mouth to say something more but stops, then tilts her head to one side and seems to be considering the room in front of her.
"Elizabeth is at the door," Henrietta states and all the adults in the room turn to look at her. Panic swells up, strong and fast and she turns to Kelly, who is on her feet. She feels Nick shift closer, give her fingers a squeeze and warmth from his presence creeps up from the contact. This is it, and maybe it's better this way; yes, she wasn't expecting this to happen now but neither will the other woman standing on the other side of the door. She takes a deep breath before meeting the older Hexenbiest's gaze.
"I guess … let her in."
-G-
AN – So, guess what's happening next? A certain meeting is coming and I hope it doesn't disappoint, for now though, again, cheers for sticking with me and this story of mine.