Family Ties

by albwtw

What if Diana hadn't been taken away from Adalind? What if the Grimms worked with her instead of against her? What if, by keeping mother and child together, a new family was made? A re-write of Season 3 and beyond.

28. Chapter 28

Family Ties Chapter Twenty-Eight

-G-

AN – Well, this turned into a beast. I've said before about splitting chapters up once it gets past a certain length, just from my own reading experience, but you're getting this one whole so if you enjoy long chapters, then I hope you like this and if you don't, then I hope you can forgive me and maybe you can just break it up as you read. This chapter is over 17000 words so make yourself comfortable folks.

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.

-G-

"Welcome to my home," Henrietta greets Hank and Wu as Nick leads them inside. Both men return her greeting then shiver as they enter.

"Did anyone else just feel that?" Wu asks as Rosalee and Monroe follow them inside and Henrieta smiles.

"It is part of the protection I have over my home," she explains. "Here, being Wesen and using our natural abilities is a day-to-day occurrence. I encourage it in my home, for myself and all those who join me here, and I assure you, it will be something you barely notice in future visits."

"Ok," Wu replies slowly but, after looking around to see everyone else's lack of rection, continues following the rest of them.

"Henrietta is a very powerful Hexenbiest," Nick explains. "She has done a lot to help us, in regards of providing information and protection spells, and I am hoping she'll have something we can use to help Monroe and Rosalee."

"I am most distressed to hear of the actions aimed at you," Henrietta says as she turns to Rosalee. "You have helped me in a time of need and I place myself at your disposal now, however you may need, I will aid you if I can." Rosalee smiles as Monroe nods.

"Thank you," she says. "Did Nick tell you of, uh, what happened before?"

"Nicholas gave some explanation when he called, yes, and the rest I understand from my own, previous dealings with such groups. Though I confess that I have researched and spent time with such thinkers in the past, I stress to you now that I do not approve of the actions they take." Henrietta states with passion.

"Uh, thanks," Monroe mutters from his place at Rosalee's side.

"We appreciate your offer of help," Rosalee soothes and Henrietta turns to her once more.

"I do not forget when others bestow kindness unto me and I would dearly like to provide any amenity I can that would help you."

"I was thinking Henrietta could help put some protection spells over your home, that way you know your house is secure and you have a safe place to go to." Nick says and the Hexenbiest nods in agreement. "It'll prevent anything like last time happening and also gives us less targets to keep an eye on, with the other avenue being the Spice Shop, which will be easier to set up surveillance and hopefully catch these guys in the act so we can prosecute them this time."

"As much as I don't like the idea of putting the Spice Shop in their aim, more so than it already is, I do think that sounds like a good plan," Rosalee says, looking up at Monroe.

"Having our home actually be safe and, you know, home, sounds good," Monroe agrees. Hank and Wu share a look and the Asian man steps forward.

"We can even set up remote cameras, so we have eyes on the place and won't have to involve others, uh Kehresite, like you stated before," Wu adds in and they all agree. Talking through the points, they make a list of what they need to gather and then of what Henrietta will need to do, for her part. Rosalee worries over the Hexenbiest for a moment, enquiring over her health and strength after recent events but the older woman gives them simple but solid reassurances and a rather chilling smile that has Wu turning away with a shiver.

Nick gets a message from his mom and as he replies has to turn to his two colleagues with a slightly apologetic look.

"I know I've already dragged you out early and put you straight into a case that's a lot more personal than normal but I have another favour to ask of you. I mentioned meeting certain individuals … well, they're on their way here, so, how do you feel about that meeting happening right now?" Wu shrugs but Nick's attention is on Hank. His partner stares back at him, face hard to read. "If you want or need more time … I understand and, well, now is your chance to go." He offers.

"I said I'd give her a chance," Hank replies. "Does she know I'm here?"

"She does."

"If this is about Adalind, and what happened before," Rosalee starts slowly, glancing between them both. "May I offer some advice?" Hank nods and she takes a deep breath. "I can't speak for your experience but I can say, as someone who has done some awful things in the past and then spent a long time trying to turn from that path and re-build my life into something better, that Adalind is showing all the signs of being sincere in her own journey. When we've talked, she's shown awareness of her actions and a willingness to confront them and not repeat them. She is trying and that is important."

"You really think she's changed?" Hank asks her, echoing his previous question to Nick.

"I didn't know her well, only really hearing about her from Nick and seeing the after effects from her actions," Rosalee starts. "But, from what I've seen now, yes, I do believe she is trying to change and do the right thing." Her words fill the space as everyone considers them, possibly thinking of their own interactions with the blonde Hexenbiest. Nick knows they have a complicated history and he firmly believes that they have both done actions that contributed to it, but he still wants his friends to see Adalind as he does now. She's not who they knew previously and if they're going to continue to hold that against her, well, he's not sure what he'll do but he will have many questions as to why. Especially, given who they work with on an almost daily basis and all the shady moves he's done to them and those around them, including Adalind.

"Ok," Hank says after several long moments. "Ok, I'll do my best to keep an open mind."

"Will you just give me a quick refresh of all that's happened, so I don't say anything that could jeopardise this?" Wu asks and Nick spends the next little while sharing the story of how he first met Adalind, then her actions against him and his back at her, his knowledge of their captain's involvement before his mother's arrival back into his life and everything becoming about Diana, as well as slowly building a better relationship with her mother, and his own, and how Adalind was now.

"You ready for this?" He checks with Hank as he feels a tingle start at the back of his head, awareness of who's approaching filling him.

"Yeah," Hank confirms.

"Good, cause they're just pulling in now." He states and Henrietta goes to the door as Hank takes a deep breath, Nick staying with his partner and trying to offer silent reassurance that everything will be alright. They all hear voices at the door and then wait in silence before four females of differing ages join them in the room.

The youngest in the group runs straight to him and Nick drops down to give her a hug.

"My Nick!" She exclaims happily.

"Diana," he smiles back, shifting so he stays beside her but can indicate the others in the room. "I want you to meet some friends of mine. You remember Rosalee and Monroe?"

"MoRo!" The little girl's cheers and the Blutbad grins at her.

"These are some more of my friends, this is Hank and Wu," he introduces, pointing each out as he names them, and they both smile at the little girl.

"A Wu?" She asks, tilting her head to the side, looking towards the Sergeant.

"Drew Wu, little lady, at your service," he replies with a wave and a bow, making Diana giggle.

"Hello DrewWu and Hank," she murmurs, edging up closer to Nick in apparent sudden shyness. He stands and easily lifts her up with the movement, her arms around his neck and legs wrapping high on his waist. She lays her head next to his and wriggles in his arms, in what he takes as a happy movement.

"Well, you look comfortable," Wu comments as he looks at Nick and Diana. Adalind smiles at them both as she walks closer, though keeping a clear distance between her and Hank. His mother also moves, positioning herself between the two blondes and the others in the room.

"A-huh, like mama and Nick!" Diana announces cheerfully, which gains the attention of everyone in the room. Adalind blushes and Nick coughs as he receives some very pointed looks.

"Nick holds your mama too, huh?" Wu asks with a slight teasing tone to his voice, shooting Nick a suggestive grin, and Diana's head bobs up and down as she nods eagerly.

"And kiss!" She announces before turning and planting a kiss, innocent and quick, square on his lips.

"Thank you, Diana," Nick murmurs as he feels his own cheeks heat.

"My Nick and my mama," the little girl enthuses happily and Nick shoots Monroe a look as he guffaws loudly, turning it into a, very fake, cough as everyone else turns to look at him.

"Ah, honey, why don't you tell Monroe about that new castle we saw in your book? I think he'd like that," Adalind suggests and Diana perks up, shifting so Nick lets her drop down then approaching the Blutbad.

"MoRo, castle!" She announces with a grin, grabbing his hand. The taller man smiles back and lets himself be led by the young girl to the far side of the room, where they settle down and she begins to tell him some of the details from her book. Rosalee grins then offers Adalind a warm greeting as the rest of the adults return their focus to the new arrivals. Nick steps closer to her and looks to his partner and friend, who are both eyeing the two women in front of them wearily.

"Hank, Wu, this is my mother, Kelly Burkhardt, and, you're both aware of but let me introduce you properly to, Adalind Schade." His mother gives them both a nod, along with an assessing gaze, and Adalind offers a hesitant smile.

"Hello, Wu, Hank," she says softly and while Wu gives her a polite reply, Hank just stands and stares. It quickly becomes awkward and a sense of unease washes over the room. Nick goes to address his friend but Adalind loudly gulps and then steps forward.

"I know we have a shared history, one that was not pleasant or with your complete consent and I want to acknowledge that and apologise. At the time, I was doing what I believed to be the actions I had to take, for various reasons. Still, they were wrong and I was wrong to put you in such a position, as well as endanger your life. I want to apologise, unreservedly, for that and I understand if that is something you can't get past." She starts out slow but quickly begins to speed through her words, her nervousness coming across in her tone and the way her shoulders hunch up. Nick wants to go to her, stand right at her side and show everyone in this room that he supports her, but knows it will be better for Hank, and everyone else, to see her sincerity and actions as her own. "The fact that you are here, willing to hear me out and give me a chance, means more than I can say and I want to thank you for that alone, regardless of what happens next."

"Uh, having heard about a lot of the things that have happened when I wasn't as aware as I am now," Wu starts after they've stood in silence for several moments as Hank continues to just stare. "I'd like to say that, it sounds like a not great situation to be in all round and if Nick is saying that you're trustworthy and worth it, then I'm with him. It's nice to officially meet you, Miss Schade." Adalind gives him a blinding smile that has the Sargeant blinking, and Nick feeling very affectionate towards his friend and work colleague, whilst also bringing a smile to tug at his own lips at the look on his face. His partner is still silent and the room grows awkward around him once more, Monroe and Diana's chatter the only noise in the background.

"Hank," Nick starts after another long, uncomfortable moment, and he sees the other man take a deep breath.

"I hear what you're saying," he says slowly. "And your apology is appreciated, even if I don't still fully understand your actions; why you did what you did and the way you went about it."

"You have to understand that there's a lot more, uh, history to this then simply Nick becoming a Grimm and me being aimed in his direction." Adalind replies. "Alot comes from Wesen politics, and fears, but some is personal, and I didn't fully understand until after certain, more recent events made things clearer."

"Like what?" Hank asks and Adalind blanches.

"That's a lot of information and I'm not sure now is the time," she starts but the detective immediately starts shaking his head and steps closer.

"I want to know now," he states, tone demanding. "If this is going to work then you need to show me why I'm giving you this chance and give me some reasons to trust you, so start with that information." Adalind throws Nick a glance and he gets a prickle of awareness that some of what she's going to say will also be new to him.

"Alright," she says slowly. "This started before Nick even knew what Grimms were and before I had any kind of play in the situation. You're aware that his aunt was a Grimm too?" She sees the nods of confirmation and then continues. "Well, she had some … dealings with my mother, and she knew of me, though I never met her."

"That's why there's a drawing of your Hexenbiest in the book," Nick says with sudden clarity and then shrugs an apology at Adalind's look for interrupting her.

"I still don't know fully what happened but my mother went to Sean for protection, which worked, but that put her into his debt. She encouraged my relationship with him as a partial way to get that debt paid off, as well as promising help retrieving Nick's key that the royal family deem so important, which Sean could then use."

"Wait, are you saying that your mother kind of … pimped you out?" Wu asks.

"It's not unusual for Hexenbiests to form attachments based on power and security rather than affection," Adalind explains. "Many Hexenbiests would happily overlook Sean's actions because of the position and influence he could give them, even as a half royal bastard, he still has a very significant place in our society. That means something to quite a few individuals. It was enough for my mother, who offered me up when she first saw a hint that I was attracted to him and then herself when I was no longer as willing or seen as adequate."

"Wait, what?" Nick asks in surprise and watches as Adalind flinches at his loud tone. His mother also looks alarmed as Rosalee just looks appalled. Adalind shoots a look towards Diana, still happily immersed in her building activity with Monroe, before sighing wearily.

"I've said before that I didn't have the best family relationships growing up," she mutters quietly, keeping her eyes on Nick. "It's part of why I want Diana to be kept away from the royals, or anyone who would use her, so she never has to experience anything like what I did." He can't help but step to her then, hand coming up to cup her shoulder.

"I know we've talked about that but I-"

"It's not important right now," Adalind cuts him off, shifting her gaze back to Hank, who is keenly watching them both, and stepping back so his hand slides off of her. "I shared that as it might give you an idea of why I did some of the things I did. And why I am determined for my daughter to have better than what I did, and experienced."

"Ok, I can get that," Hank starts. "But you did some pretty messed up shh-i-p," he corrects himself, throwing a quick glance Diana's way. "And at that point we had done nothing but help you, especially on that case when people around you were being murdered at your law firm, so I guess, that stumps me a little. That you could see that and still choose to do what you did."

"From a normal, police side of things, yes, I understand that," Adalind replies. "But that's your world, not really or completely mine. And Nick did his own share of threatening whenever you weren't around, which didn't exactly show me he was a different type of Grimm back then."

"I didn't fully understand what was going on back then," he admits as everyone swings their gazes onto him. "There was what I knew, which was a lot less than what I wanted or needed, and then what I suspected. Along with the warning from Wincroft, Adalind's own mixed messages and everything I was learning at the time … I guess, yeah, I could have been nicer." He admits and Adalind snorts.

"Our world is a lot to adjust to," his mother jumps in and this time Hank snorts.

"You don't have to tell us," he states, indicating himself and Wu. "We both had near mental breakdowns as we 'adjusted' to your world."

"That's why we use the terms we do and have to be so careful about who is told," Rosalee adds in. "We don't give the title of Kehresite-Schlich-Kennen lightly. It's an acknowledgement of you being aware of who we truly are and that you accept and can continue with that knowledge."

"Not everybody can," Henrietta continues. "And our history is full of instances that have bred from that."

"Oh, I just don't know!" Monroe exclaims in the background, temporarily shifting everyone's attention to him and Diana. "You do it!"

"MoRo!" The little girl grins then her eyes glow purple and the blocks around them hover up into the air before shifting into place. "Like that!"

"Ooohh, now I see!" The Blutbad over emphasises and the little blonde at his side explodes into giggles.

"Did she-?" Wu starts to ask, pointing in their directions and Nick nods.

"Yeah, that was a snippet, really a tiny little example of what Diana can do," he answers.

"That's why she needs to be protected," his mother adds in. "And why certain people should not be allowed near her."

"And why we should discuss the binding," Henrietta adds in.

"The what?" Hank asks as he and Wu start to look overwhelmed.

"Like I told you before," Nick starts, remembering that first conversation at the Spice Shop. "Diana is unique and very powerful. Alongside her blood tie to the royal family, that means there's a lot of people interested in her and why we're trying to keep her safe."

"And it was your actions that created this … problem? Again?" Hank directs at Adalind and she simply nods, not disagreeing with his words at all. Nick doesn't like that but it's his mother who steps forward to meet his partner's less than positive gaze.

"I understand your reticence, as Adalind has explained to me her previous actions," she starts. "But that's not what we are discussing here. This is about a little girl, who is innocent in all this and can't help who her parents are, nor their previous actions. Speaking as a parent myself, with a less than stellar record, you don't get everything right. You can't. Before having children or after. But you try. And keep trying to do the right thing, the best thing for you child. That's what Adalind is doing now, what we are all doing and if you don't think you can do that, then with all respect, you probably shouldn't be here."

"Kelly," Adalind says softly but the mother Grimm doesn't take her eyes off of Hank.

"Mama?" Diana calls then and they look to her as a beeping comes from Wu's pocket. Kelly steps back as Adalind moves towards her daughter and Nick sees Wu's look and checks the time on his watch. Unfortunately, time is not their friend right now and they will have to leave for work before they can resolve this conversation. Hank expels a noisy breath and Wu looks between the two of them before stating he'll leave first, as he can check the roster and give them some extra time. Diana gives him a cheery wave and they all move and separate slightly in the large room, Diana with the other females and Monroe while Nick and Hank stand closer to the door.

"I know this is a lot," he repeats. "But I'd really appreciate my partner being with me on this."

"Nick, it's not that …" Hank says, looking away before back at him. "It's just, I kind of made my peace, somewhat, with what happened and then found out what really happened and all this just brought it all back. And seeing her again … and then, well, you and her …" He looks away then but his eyes fall to the blondes in the room and he stands watching them interact with each other, as well as those around them.

"She's not that person anymore," Nick states quietly but confidently. "And neither am I. If we both knew back then what we know now, most of it would never have happened. We can't change it, so we either find a way to accept and move forward or we don't, and let it have power over us still."

"I don't want that," Hank replies after a moment of silence between them. "So, I guess that means I'll work on finding a way to, uh, move forward." He smiles then, grateful for his partner and friend. "But Nick, if she does anything suspicious to me, at all …"

"I get it," he nods. "But she won't."

"We'll see," Hank states. "We better head on in." He hangs back as Nick moves over to the group, saying his goodbyes and offering reassurances when he can as well as urging everyone to stay in contact with him. Rosalee will make the call to the Wesen Council operative but Henrietta insists that they stay longer, so she can properly discuss the protective measures and Adalind gives her own offer of help. His mother just regards him closely and, after another promise to stay in touch, he follows Hank out the door and to their cars.

-G-

Adalind takes a deep breath and feels the room's atmosphere lighten slightly as the police officer's leave. She catches Kelly's eye, who offers her a warm grin and then accepts Henrietta's proposal of tea as the older Hexenbiest moves around the room. Monroe settles Diana again, as he talks about some historic fact, and she smiles as she watches her little girl hang onto his every word. Already she can see echoes of herself there, that nerdy and inquisitive streak already looking strong.

"I think that went well," Rosalee offers and she pulls a face at that. "No, it did. He listened and that's a good start. Sometimes, no matter how much you want it, you have to give other people the time they need to adjust, even if you yourself have already done it."

"What happened with you … if you don't mind me asking?" Adalind enquires quietly, remembering the other woman's words of her own past.

"Oh, quite a familiar story," the Fuchsbau replies. "Some bad decisions, falling in with the wrong crowd and difficult relationships within my family. It was all just a potent combination and once I was on that slope, well I did a lot of sliding before I got back onto my feet again." Adalind doesn't say anything, just offers what she hopes comes across as a friendly smile. "Have you heard of Jay?"

"Jay? Who hasn't? It's the dru- … oh," she trails off and Rosalee grimaces.

"Yeah, that was me once upon a time. I did many things I'm not proud of, before, during and after the drug. I'm stronger now because of it, and I wouldn't have the life I have now if I hadn't gone through that. Monroe and I … well, I wouldn't trade that for anything. But that doesn't mean I don't have this awareness of that time period and know that it will always be with me."

"Thank you for telling me," Adalind says. "I know our experiences aren't the same, but what you just said? About being aware and it staying with you? I think I have that, will have that always too. And I hope that means I'll stay on the right path." Henrietta walks back in then and Diana's head pops up as she eyes the biscuits on the tray, alongside the drinks.

"It helps when you have friends, and loved ones, with you," Rosalee states and gives a gentle squeeze to Adalind's shoulder. "You're not alone."

"Mama, Henri, biscuit please?" Diana interrupts them and she gives a smile to Rosalee before focusing back on her daughter, and settling her down to eat so she doesn't get crumbs everywhere. The tea is passed around the adults and Henrietta begins a conversation with Rosalee, or perhaps a continuation of a previous one, as they discuss ingredients for various purposes. Kelly sits down next to Diana and pulls out a pad, drawing something that quickly has the young girl's attention. Adalind hesitantly joins in when Henrietta brings up a plant she knows and then the three of them grow comfortable in their discussion, the room filling with peaceful conversation as well as the sense of a feeling of ease. These are good people and if there is a possibility they could become friends, well, she doesn't want to miss that chance. Nick has already brought so many unexpected things into her life, why not one more?

-G-

Walking into the precinct does not feel like the beginning of the day to Nick, not since their early start, and when Wu greets them with no new case, he gets started with logging the details from the morning into the case file for Rosalee and Monroe, after finding Milliner and Hayes are out on a different case. He can see that they haven't accessed the file in a while, the last one to do so was Franco, but all the details are correct and in order, same as his memories. He still reads through it all, just to check he hasn't missed anything and to make sure he knows the escalation and timeframe they used last time.

"Ah, Nick?" Wu asks and he looks up. "We got some new surveillance photos to check out, if you want to work on them?" He indicates his tablet and Nick nods, exiting the file and getting Wu to send it straight to his desktop. To anyone else in the bullring they look hard at work and no one would ever guess that they were doing anything else.

Running the new images through facial recognition, Nick points out two to start with that he knows he's seen around, and they start to piece together timings and locations for where the others have been spotted.

"Zoom in on that last image," Nick requests as something catches his eye. Wu does so, and though the picture quality isn't great, getting grainier the more they enlarge it, he can still tell what the image is. "He's Verrat."

"What?"

"I know it's not clear, but this here," he indicates the man on the screen's raised hand, palm to the camera. "This is a symbol all Verrat have burned into their right palm as a sign of their allegiance and service. He's Verrat and working for the Royals."

"As in captain's family?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean captains aware. As we've been hearing, they don't have the best relationship." Wu nods at that and gets called away as Hank joins them, having made a quick coffee run, and Nick quickly fills him in and what they've just uncovered, though having no further information as facial recognition hasn't finished yet.

"It might not," Hank points out. "If these guys are who we think, then they are most likely from where the Royals are, right? Which is Europe? So, they might not be in our system. We'd have to go through Interpol for more and that we would need captain to approve of."

"Sorry to interrupt, but I have a case for you," Wu states and then begins to detail what happened and where they need to be. Nick stands and pulls his jacket off the back of his chair, sliding it on and then noticing captain leaving his office. He gets a considering look then nod before the taller man walks out and Nick follows Hank as his partner suggests they go in his car.

When they arrive, they get directed by the uniform on scene to the shop owner, who is a little beat up but otherwise just distressed and angry, and he shows them the new, state of the art security system he's just had put in place, after having been robbed before. Reviewing the tape, and hearing the language used, Nick is pretty sure they're looking for three kids and hopes this case stays as clear cut as it initially appears. They're just finishing getting the owner to repeat everything he heard them say when his phone goes off and Hank continues the conversation as he steps away.

"Burkhardt."

"Nick," Adalind's voice comes through and he immediately straightens. "Where are you?"

"I'm out on a case," he replies, not liking the stressed tone she's using. "Why?"

"He didn't talk to you?"

"Who?" He asks but he thinks he knows.

"Sean," she replies. "He's on his way with Elizabeth, we're still at Henrietta's and they're coming to visit. He said he'd tell you."

"He didn't," he bites out before sighing and running a hand through his hair. "I'm at a crime scene right now so I can't just leave, not until we have the statements done and hand over to the analysts."

"Will that be soon?" She asks, her tone weary.

"I'm not sure," he replies. "Probably not before they reach you."

"That's what I was afraid of," she breathes out.

"Look, I can-"

"No, it's ok," she interrupts. "Your mom and Henrietta are here; he's coming with Elizabeth and Diana is still wary of him so we should be fine. Don't leave work and give him something to hold over you, not when we're ok. It'll be fine." He can tell she's trying to be confident and reassuring but he knows her voice now, has seen and heard her in various states of distress and knows she's putting it on for him. But she does have a point and though captain had said they would keep things separate, he has no doubt the other man will play any card that gives him the advantage.

"I'll get there as soon as I can," he says, trying to infuse strength in his words while feeling a sense of uselessness that it's all he can offer right now.

"I know Nick, we'll be fine," she replies, her voice softer. "Thank you and stay safe."

"You too," he says as he hangs up and has to fight the sudden surge of anger that rises up. He should have known his superior would use his position in some such way. He expels a deep breath then heads back inside, seeing Hank still talking to the owner but then getting an update from the uniform that the CSUs are on their way. With any luck they can get this case done quickly and then he can make his way to Henrietta's and have a focused target for all this anger he's feeling.

-G-

Diana eyes the bags, checking with Adalind before reaching inside to start pulling items out. Elizabeth watches keenly as new clothes and toys appear, seeming to take in which Diana shows an interest in. Several dolls appear, all glitzy in their finery, and Adalind senses a theme as she notices the types of clothes that have been brought.

"You really didn't need to do this," she states again, looking from Sean to Elizabeth.

"I know but we wanted to," Elizabeth replies, voice all grandmotherly proud.

"I can provide for my daughter," Sean adds in, tone slightly contrary. "Anything and everything fit for a princess." Diana looks to him then, head tilting to one side.

"Princess?" She repeats and Sean gives her a smile.

"That's what you are, daddy's princess," he replies and Adalind feels her gut clench. "Daddy is here to help, with all your wants and needs."

"Mama too?" Diana checks and Adalind opens her mouth to response but Sean chuckles.

"Of course, mama too," he confirms. "We're a family. That's Daddy and Diana and Mama."

"Grandma Lizabeth and Nana Kelly," Diana adds in with a smile.

"Grandma too," Sean repeats, looking towards his own mother. "Can you show Grandma which one you like best?" He redirects her to the bags and items pulled out and Diana picks up several items before turning and climbing up to sit next to the older Hexenbiest. Once she's involved in the conversation Adalind shuffles closer to her ex.

"You can't just come in and wish away people that are important to our daughter because you don't like it," she mutters angrily.

"I'm not," he protests and she huffs at him. "I'm merely pointing out the facts of her family, that's all. I never said she didn't have a Nana, just that she did have a Grandma."

"Twisting your words won't help you here," she warns. "And lying about your actions…"

"What have I lied about?"

"You didn't tell Nick you were coming here, after you said you would." She points out angrily and Sean gives her a superior smile.

"I did," he protests. "I let him know as soon as it was confirmed my mother was well enough to travel."

"When he was already out on a case!"

"You can hardly blame me, or Nick for that matter, that he can't be at your beck and call. I'm only here as I can take some time out for lunch, but I'm still on call and will have to go back to work. The world doesn't revolve around you, Adalind."

"Nor you," she snarls back, even as hurt from his words hits her deep. "Everything I've done has been to protect my daughter!"

"Everything?" He parrots in a condescending way. "We both know that's not true. And she is our daughter."

"Ahem," Elizabeth interrupts and she turns to see Diana staring up at them. "Adalind dear, won't you come join us? Diana was just telling me a delightful story of a witch." She quickly joins them on the sofa and watches as Kelly steps right into Sean's personal space, forcing him to take a step back and so enable her to take the last seat alongside Adalind and Diana. She gives her daughter a smile and a gentle squeeze and Diana beams back before returning her attention to Elizabeth and chattering on about the story she so loves. She can feel Sean's eyes on them but keeps her own determinedly on her daughter, keen to block him out for a few moments. It gives her the chance to look closer at Elizabeth and the state the older Hexenbiest is in worries her. The older blonde has always been impeccably dressed, and though the style and quality hasn't changed, the articles now hang off her thinner frame. She looks paler and withdrawn, bags under her eyes and with deep lines on her face. She perhaps feels Adalind's attention on her and looks up, giving her a smile before refocusing on Diana.

Turning to Sean she sees his gaze also on his mother and a frown marring his forehead. As eloquently as she is talking and presenting herself, looking at her alongside the youthful energy of her granddaughter, just showcases how little Elizabeth seems to have herself. It is more than obvious that time is truly against her now and Adalind resolves to be the bigger person, to do this for the Hexenbiest who has stayed true to her words and has only ever showed care and concern in regards to her only grandchild.

Elizabeth shares with them more stories, some Adalind has heard before but others new and its fascinating to hear of the history they present of Hexenbiests and their adventures and magical efforts.

Sean frequently adds in comments, and references his connection with Diana as well as royalty, and she has to take deep breaths to contain the comments she'd like to say back. That he's picked up on Diana's fascination with castles and seems to be taking it as some kind of sign, and also as a way in for him, is grating and she feels happy when Elizabeth tires enough to request to leave, even a she's sad to say goodbye to the older Hexenbiest. She gives Diana a big hug and then offers one to Adalind, holding her hand tight as she smiles at them both before Sean helps her to stand once more. Her eyes glow briefly blue before she instructs her son to take her home and Sean offers his own goodbyes and they walk out.

Adalind can't help but sag back into the seat and isn't surprised when Diana crawls into her lap.

"Not good, mama," she murmurs and Adalind agrees, knowing something feels not right but unable to tell what. They both settle into a subjective mood and even Nick arriving can't break the gloom that has settled over Diana. She quietly explains what happened to him and sees his own anger at his captain's actions before having to take a call. It sounds like Rosalee and he checks with Henrietta before inviting the couple to join them at her house, mentioning the Wesen council as well as some next steps.

Diana perks up at the Blutbad's presence and she leaves Nick to talk to Rosalee as she helps Henrietta put together some refreshments for everyone. It seems to be the done thing for Hexenbiests; to be good hostesses and she jokes with the older woman as they compare notes and asides that have helped them in the past. As they gather back in the living room, the conversation shifts back to their visitors and she can't help but mention her worries again, as well as what her ex may do.

"We still have some things in place that he doesn't know about," Nick states to reassure her and she nods.

"How many times have you had to put your energy into that though?" Henrietta asks and she feels her face pull in confusion. Nick too looks to her in misunderstanding and Henrietta frowns at the both.

"You never recast the spell?" She clarifies and Nick and Adalind share a look.

"No?" He replies, tone questioning after that reaction.

"A spell like that has a life, it would need to be renewed at the very least."

"We … haven't done that," Adalind states slowly and Henrietta gazes at them both. "What does that mean?"

"I am not entirely sure," she replies.

"All good," Diana suddenly announces and all the adults turn to her.

"What was that honey?" Adalind asks and her daughter smiles.

"All good mama," she replies.

"She said that before," Kelly says slowly. "In the car, remember?" She shifts so she leans closer to the little girl. "Diana, do you mean it's good here, the feelings in the room are good, or something else is, uh, all good?"

"Good, Nana Kelly, all good," comes the reply and they share a look.

"Thank you, honey, for trying to help," Adalind says, even as her daughter's words just add more confusion to the situation.

"Does that mean something?"

"With Diana, I think, yes. She's said it before and often refers to what she can sense from people as being good, a good feeling to her, so maybe it's just that she's aware of the magic we did and it's reassuring to her? That she doesn't see it as a threat and accepts it?" She remembers hoping for that, when they cast the spell, back in that warehouse so long ago.

"She can do that?" Monroe asks, awe in his voice.

"Diana is amazingly in tune with her powers and the world around her," she replies. "She might not always understand it, we do know that, but she has access to incredible magic and it gives her a lot of feedback."

"Mama dream Nick," Diana chirps, "and Nick dream mama." They all stare and Nick feels the weighted gazes of his friends looks on him once more.

"Dreams? Shared dreams?" Rosalee asks, with a lilt to her voice. "As in magically connected dreams?"

"Magical connections?" Monroe picks up and turns to look at Nick straight on. "Hey, didn't you ask about that a while ago? Like, before our wedding?"

"Yeah," Nick admits. He looks towards her and she nods, understanding he's asking to share that information with his friends. "Ever since we cast that protection spell, we've had this, uh, link and we shared dreams. It's how we've been able to communicate and get to know each other, while they were hiding."

"Dude," Monroe breathes but Henrietta shakes her head.

"I do not believe that casting the protection charm would have such an effect on you," she states. "There is more to this."

"I don't see what else it could have been," Adalind points out. "That was the catalyst, that was what brought us together."

"You mean, that was an obvious, conscious thing you did that coincides with what came next," Henrietta replies. "I have sensed from the beginning your entanglement and previously told you that I believe there is more going on here."

"Dude, a magical entanglement and your zombie mode? I mean, come on!" She sees Kelly start and then swing round to face Nick.

"What does he mean zombie mode?" Kelly asks sharply.

"Ah, mom I can explain that," Nick starts before offering a very simple, very quick re-telling of what happened with the Cracher-Mortel Wesen and the after effects he was still discovering.

"I think this is something we need to discuss more," Kelly states and then stops when Nick shoots her a look. They both just stare at each other and she knows everyone can feel the tension racket up between them and in the room.

"Maybe it's time we head home," Adalind suggests softly and everyone agrees quickly, helping Henrietta to tidy up as they attempt to end the evening in a positive manner but stilted conversation ebbs and flows. The drive back to the loft is just as awkward, Adalind sensing that Kelly is brimming with some, or multiple, emotions but trying her best to keep Diana distracted. Taking her daughter inside and getting her ready for bed takes her away from the Grimms and whatever is brewing between them.

-G-

"You haven't tested it?" His mother asks after he's finished explaining, in more depth this time, what had happened to him and the incidents that had occurred since. They're sat at the table, both with drinks they haven't touched in front of them, and him looking to see if Adalind has finished with Diana yet so her return can hopefully get them off this topic. He shrugs, not exactly sure what she's expecting of him.

"How am I supposed to do that? Go out and pick a fight or something?"

"Well, let's do some now," she states and Nick looks on bewildered as she pushes back from the table and starts to walk away.

"You want us to what? … fight?" He calls after her and she gestures for him to follow as she goes through the connecting doors to the next loft. As he does, he sees she's made some slight changes to the space, the most obvious being the small amount of furniture he had bought being pushed to right next to the other, potential kitchen space, and so creating a fairly large empty space that runs along one side of the loft, opposite to all the rooms. The corner has some mats he's never seen before and is clearly being set up as some kind of exercise area.

"You've been busy," he comments as he comes to a stop beside his mother.

"We had some space in the last house which we used as an area we could practise defensive moves and safe fall methods for Diana and it was really useful. I've always found I move better if I keep fluid, with regular exercise, so it helps me to have a space I can train in. Using that time to also help Adalind and Diana be better prepared has also been beneficial." She explains. "I'd like to get a few more things but this is the basics covered for now."

"So, what are we going to do?"

"If you have something that altered or enhanced you and your abilities, we need to know more. It's long been understood that Grimm's react in different ways to various Wesen methods, and you and I are starting to be able to piece together why that might be. But until then, we just have to test what this could mean for you and what you can do."

"Test how?" He asks warily and she throws him a look before pivoting round and then coming back, aiming a slap at his face. His instincts take over, the warning feeling in the back of his head telling him to move and he shifts enough so that he only feels the slightest graze of her fingertips across his cheek. "Mom!"

"Nicky, right now you are limited in who you can go to for help with this. You've already said you think you're being followed so going somewhere new isn't a great option and I highly doubt you'd be willing to potentially beat up your friends, even if they volunteered to help." She points out.

"So, what, you think I want to beat you up?" He asks sharply back and she winces but keeps her gaze directly on him.

"We both know we have some hurt feelings between us," she acknowledges and he opens his mouth but she holds up a hand to stop him. "I know we've talked about this but I also know that what we've addressed so far is just a start. You're allowed to still hold some of those feelings inside and if tapping into that helps provide some answers about what you can do now, and how it happens so you can control it, well that's something I can help with."

"Mom, I don't want to do it like that," he objects. "First, that's not the way to address anything lingering between us and second, last time I was in this stare I did some serious damage and I could do that again. I don't want to hurt you."

"Nicky, I'm a Grimm too, we heal faster than most so I'll be alright. And I don't believe you would truly hurt me, even in a more primal state. When I came back into your life you were very emotional, angry and in a state of fight with Kimura. Yet, you still stopped when you realised it was me."

"That was different," he argues back. "I wasn't what I am now."

"All the more reason to do some tests and see what we can find out," she reasons. "I've been a Grimm longer than you; I have a few tricks up my sleeve. And if you really do feel uncomfortable then we can ask Adalind to referee, with her powers she should be able to separate us if needed." He's not sure but he does accept that he needs to know more about what he can do, especially if the Wesenrein are back and targeting his friends again. And his mother does have valid points, he can't just approach anybody with this request. Though a sparring session with the captain wouldn't be the worst thing…

Shaking that thought away he agrees, be it very hesitantly, and quickly retreats to the other loft to ask Adalind for her help. Diana is already asleep and he's thankful for that, not sure he wants the little girl to see him, or her Nana Kelly, in a fight. They leave all the doors open, her bedroom door parted just a crack, so there's clear line of sight and Adalind settles into a chair in the link door way so she can see and hear if Diana wakes and calls out for any of them, as well as keep an eye on them and their test fight.

"Ok, how are we doing this?" He asks as he focuses on his mother.

"Oh, I don't think we need set rules," she replies and a slow grin spread across her face. "I think it'll be obvious once we start and who wins." Nick has a moment to become suspicious that his mother is potentially enjoying this before she moves.

She leaps forward, creating a knot by linking both hands and bringing it down on his head. Or should have, but Nick counters and raises his own arms to swipe the blow away, pushing her off balance as well. She goes low with the movement, spinning and kicking out and he only just keeps his feet. Throwing a punch, she slaps it away and jabs him in the ribs but he meets her next blow and they grapple for a moment before she spins away. She circles him and he tries to get that lock, that sense of her being like he's done before when sparring with Trubel and Monroe but finds it harder to do with her. She's there and yet she's not.

He fakes a lunge and manages to land a blow but his next is blocked by her own. He can feel his heart beating wildly, and thinks he can hear hers, as he forces himself to concentrate, to see an opponent and not his mother, to feel the room and what might come next, react to the threat, such as it is, in front of him.

The next kick she aims at him is swiped away but knocks them sideways even as she makes contact with his shoulder. She spins again and then is at his back. Another leap and she's on him but he flows with the movement, taking them both to the floor and getting one arm in a lock but she bucks up, wrapping a leg around him that creates a moment of distraction on his part and she uses it to roll them, twisting so she has her knees under her and her arms around his throat. There's pressure there and it triggers something in him, the space around him seeming to grow stiller even as he remains aware of her presence behind him. He brings his hands up to break the hold but it tightens, restricting his movement and airway. His heartbeat slows and the need to inhale fades. The pressure on him doesn't let up but it no longer concerns him, he can wait this out, wait for the next breath and the moment to strike.

The stillness envelopes him and he sinks into it, the space around him fogging over and with it the presence recedes. He can sense it there, as well as another, but the threat coming from them is minimal. It all regresses and his focus turn inwards as a cool sensation settles onto his body. Or from inside his body. There's no breath and no beat but it doesn't matter. There is just time and he has that, can sense it, moving along, as with the cold around him. He's primed and ready.

Then a jolt of warmth comes, sending a spark through him that lights up his insides. Spreading from the point of impact, like little bolts of lightning, until they reach his heart and it jumps into rhythm once more and he opens his eyes with a gasp.

Adalind looks down on him, worry lining her face, and he sees his mother hovering at her shoulder.

"Nick?"

"Nicky?"

They both call to him and he shakes his head before sitting up, looking around to see he's still on the sparring mat.

"Weren't you just behind me?" He asks, looking towards his mother and only then taking in her pale face. "Mom?"

"Nicky, I'm sorry, so sorry," she states then leans around to embrace him. He looks to Adalind in alarm but she only offers a weak, strained smile in response. Neither of them looks ok and he raises his arms to hug her back as he studies their faces.

"Mom, I'm ok," he says but she doesn't budge.

"Nick, you weren't breathing," Adalind explains as he looks to her again in confusion. "We couldn't find your heartbeat." He stares for a moment before gently disengaging from his mother.

"I think I did that," he murmurs and both women look at him. "You had me in a chokehold, a good one," he explains and his mother grimaces. "And it just felt, like I could wait it out, like I didn't need to breathe ... until it was time to move." He speaks slowly, figuring it out in his head almost as he says it out loud.

"You went grey, Nick, your whole skin went a different colour, a different tone. No movement from your chest, no feel of a heartbeat. I couldn't wake you up. Thank God Adalind was here, it was her touch that brought you back." His mother describes to him and he nods in acknowledgement of her words.

"Zombie mode," he says, repeating the phrase Monroe had coined.

"It was like you were dead," Adalind murmurs and he reaches for her then, happy to feel that familiar spark as their fingers interlock. "For a moment, I couldn't sense you."

"I sensed you," he states. "Could still get a feeling of the room, it just seemed far away."

"I shouldn't have suggested this," his mother bursts out. "We should have done some more research and-"

"No, you were right that I needed to learn more," he interrupts, not liking the look on her face. "I'm just sorry it happened like this. I didn't intend to upset either of you or … or go all freaky." He reaches to clasp her shoulder with his free hand, keeping the other linked with Adalind. "And I have learnt something new, I can do more. That gives me an advantage and we now know what may happen and how to get me out of it." Neither of them looks impressed with any of that. "I'm ok," he reiterates.

"I think we should get you up off this floor and maybe call it a night," Adalind suggests and he has both of them help pull him up, even if he doesn't feel like he needs it. They walk either side of him as they leave the sparring space and enter the other loft. He continues to reassure that he is fine, that he was aware even if he didn't seem to be but doesn't make much headway by the time they reach the bedroom.

"Ok, I don't need to be put to bed," he states as his mother goes to follow him into the room. "I'm ok, really." He holds her gaze and after a moment she nods.

"Alright, sleep well," she replies before backing away. Adalind gives him a smile and steps away but he pulls her back by their still linked hands.

"Are you ok?" He asks and she shrugs.

"It was … disconcerting to see you like that," she whispers. "I know you've mentioned it before but to see it and then to not feel you … I wasn't prepared for it."

"I'm sorry," he replies.

"Not your fault," Adalind replies, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips. "Go get some rest." She squeezes his fingers then backing away and heading into Diana's room. He stands for a moment, unsure before turning himself and entering the room, going on automatic it seems as he gets ready for bed.

Now he feels the cold. His thoughts seem to echo and they're all very loud. He'd known he'd done something different, had felt the change but to hear how it was from the outside is slightly more shocking. Had he really stopped his own breathing and pulse? The grey colour is something he has heard before, remembering Rosalee describing that from his other, previous zombie experiences. He moves slowly, in a slight daze that he's on his own after such an event, especially after what has just happened and how they had reacted. He would have thought they'd be more supportive … and that Adalind would have stayed. She'd been so caring after the last incident, albeit through their dreams, so maybe it was different when seen in person. Maybe he was just too different and-

A light tapping comes at the door and he looks up as it slides and Adalind reappears, Diana in her arms.

"Can we join you?" She asks softly, her look offering him what he needs, and warmth rushes back to him. He nods and she walks to the other side of the bed, with Nick pulling back the duvet so they can all slip under it. Diana wiggles into the middle and Adalind follows her and he pauses for a moment to look at them both, Adalind's soft, supportive smile and Diana's sleepy one, before joining them. Diana nestles close and he looks over her head to Adalind who slides a hand around her daughter and onto his chest. A sense of comfort washes over him and he lets his thoughts quiet and sleep take over.

-G-

Nick wakes up to a face full of wispy hair, and Diana's elbow wedged against his ribs. He gently eases away from her and then hovers as he looks at the two blondes, turned towards each other and in peaceful sleep. It was certainly some of the best sleep he's had in a while. Without making it obvious, or needing to talk it out, Adalind had done exactly what he needed last night. She'd shown that she still trusted him, with her daughter as well, and that she'd still be by his side, even with the more unusual characteristics that he was discovering about himself. He leans to press soft, gentle kisses on both their foreheads before rearranging the covers over them both and picking up some clothes before leaving the room.

His mother is already at the coffee maker, acknowledging him as he moves past her, and then handing him a steaming mug after he reappears from the bathroom. He accepts and studies her over the rim as he takes a gulp.

"Are you alright?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" She huffs out and he tilts his head.

"I'm ok," he says. "Really." He adds as she shoots him a look and she sighs.

"Do you still have your Aunt Marie's trailer?" She asks and he jolts at the change of topic.

"Ah, yeah, I do. I have it hidden on a piece of land, not clearly owned by me. and that only the people I trust know the location of." He explains and she nods.

"The Blutbad and Fuchsbau and your police partner?" She guesses and he nods in confirmation. "Juliette?"

"She knew I was moving it to somewhere different but I'm not sure I ever told her the exact location," he replies thinking back. "Oh, and Trubel knows."

"Trubel?" His mother raises an eyebrow and he grins.

"Yeah, Trubel. I think you'd like her. She's a Grimm I met, who didn't know she was a Grimm at the time, and I helped her, uh, acclimatise to this world of ours."

"Sounds like someone I should meet," she says, sounding curious, and he nods.

"She's traveling at the moment but I think that would definitely be something that should happen," he agrees before his phone goes off. "Hey, Hank," he greets and then listens as his partner details the break through in their case that's happened. "Alright, I'm on my way in now." He puts down the phone and finishes his coffee before moving to place the empty cup in the sink. "Did you ask about the trailer for a reason?"

"I thought I might check it out, see if there's any further information about this Cracher-Mortel you mentioned, or any other instances recorded of Grimm's being affected in different ways." She replies. "Plus, I might try to get a message to an old contact, who might know more and be willing to share that information."

"Alright, well just keep me informed," he says before quickly giving directions to where the trailer is now, the best routes to get there and any other landmarks he thinks his mother might find useful. He considers going back to say goodbye to Adalind and Diana but decides against it, if both are still asleep, they need that more, especially as it's normal sleep, unlike the magical exhaustion Diana has experienced several times now. His mother confirms to pass on his goodbye, as well as letting him know where they all are, and he leaves. The sooner he gets to the work, the sooner he'll be finished and be able to get back home to them.

Hank greets him with the news that one of the kids from their case has come forward himself, freaked out after what he did and giving into the peer pressure from his friends. He gives them all the details they need and it's refreshing to have, what feels like, the first case in a while that's non-Wesen and so open and shut, done. They're able to get IDs of the other two boys and send units to their addresses and are just waiting for their arrival when a man entering the bullpen catches Nick's eye.

He moves with the swagger of knowing you have power, that you're bigger and stronger than those around you and that that gives you the right, and might, in any situation. Even without clearly seeing his face Nick's instincts zone in on the man and he watches as the captain accepts him into his office with a handshake. With a jolt he realises he's seen that before. Turning to his desk, and Hank's enquiring look, he quickly scrolls through the file they're been putting together before stopping at one of the surveillance images. There, the same man they were attempting to ID the other day.

Now, he knows the man inside the captain's office is part of the Verrat. That fact makes him focus on the small room even more, trying to watch as they talk and, as much as he tries, there's just too much noise in the room around him for him to be able to isolate and listen in to their conversation fully, only being able to hear the odd word.

"Nick!" Juliette's voice jolts him and he looks up, startled at the loud call and having not expected to hear it or see her, striding towards him from the other side of the bullpen. "Is it true?!"

"Is what true?" He parrots feeling confused.

"I overheard Rosalee and Monroe talking about … about *her*." She practically snarls. "That bitch?! Really?" He stands quickly at that, putting the dots together.

"Juliette, I don't think-"

"Clearly you're not thinking at all!" She exclaims and her loud voice is getting them lots of attention. He can feel the stares and he moves closer to her, lowering his voice.

"This isn't the right place for this conversation," he murmurs. She glares at him as her hands move rapidly through the air, pointing at him and then gesturing wildly.

"This isn't the right place for her! I could wring her neck, no, break it! How dare she-"

"You are in a police station," he mutters quickly as Juliette's words attract more attention.

"I am in shock Nick and cannot understand what the hell you are thinking!" He steps closer then, taking her arm to lead her away as most of the movement in the room comes to a stop as everyone turns to look as her loud words fill the space.

"And I would explain it to you but not here." He emphasises the last two words and she finally looks around, seeing the faces and reading the room.

"Fine," she huffs and shrugs off his hand. "Let's go somewhere else then." She doesn't wait, turning and walking quickly out of the room. He throws a look at Hank, who grimaces in understanding, and follows her, catching the sympathetic looks shot at him from others in the room. Captain had come to his office door at some point and he gives a nod as Nick walks past, the man behind him wearing a little smirk before turning away and out of his eye line.

Juliette is waiting for him in the corridor, arms folded and he sighs as he approaches her.

"Will you let me talk first? And listen to what I have to say?" He asks, aware he's somewhat echoing the start of their break-up conversation. She huffs and re-crosses her arms before nodding.

"I suppose," she mutters.

"Ok, then let's do this privately, alright?" He leads her down the corridor and towards what will probably be one of the most awkward conversations in his life.

-G-

Adalind stretches as she wakes, feeling almost sluggish after having such a good night's sleep. She's alone in the bed and she focuses for a moment, letting her senses tell her that the only people present nearby are familiar, the warmth of her daughter and Kelly's cooler, reassuring tone. They both look up as she joins them in the main living space, sat at the table with the remains of breakfast around them as well as some colouring books and drawing pads.

"Mama!" Diana greets happily and she steps over to give her daughter a hug and kiss. "Look, castle!" She points at the page in the book and Adalind smiles, offering a comment to Diana even as her worry festers. It's perfectly normal, almost the standard really, for little girls to like castles and fairytales and the like and not something Adalind should be focusing on. It's not a problem, it's not like they have to worry about a royal family coming for her daughter and trying to take her to an actual castle that she then might be trapped in for the rest of her life, or for whatever purpose the family put upon her. This isn't part of her inheritance coming out, an awareness of her heritage, encouraged by her father and his new nickname for her, and something more for her to worry about. She sighs, forcing the thoughts away and dropping into a seat by Diana's side.

"Alright?" Kelly asks and she nods with a smile in reply. "Ok, I need to pop out for a bit. I'm going to pick some things up but I'll come straight back. Will you be ok here?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine," she replies and Kelly nods before giving Diana a goodbye and then leaving. Since her daughter is happily occupied Adalind gathers some breakfast for herself along with the book from Henrietta and settles at the table to study some more. Maybe there was something she didn't fully take in the last time she looked through. Whatever may help, she'll do and if that means studying and reading some more, then that's what she'll do.

Time passes and Kelly returns with her own books, Adalind getting her first glimpse of some of the famous Grimm dairies, and the three of them share the space, though each absorbed on their own focus. When they break for lunch they also get a call from Henrietta, who warns them that she is having other visitors that evening and in the morning and that she thought it best that they did not make an appearance at her house during that time. Kelly thanks her for the heads up and Adalind is secretly thankful, knowing she can use this as a reason to just bunker down for the next day or so. After all the events of the past few days, some quiet time will be very appreciated, for all of them but especially Diana who has had so much change and upheaval, and she's hopeful Nick will also be able to join them.

He's in a strange mood when he gets home and doesn't offer much reason as to why, instead focusing on some photos he's brought that he wants them both to look at. Adalind recognises several members of the Verrat that she's seen before, with Kelly adding in that another man is someone she's seen at a Resistance meeting and they both recognise Meisner.

"He was there when I gave birth to Diana," she explains the connection and her reaction to seeing his face on the sheet on the table. "Helped with that, as it wasn't easy. Without him, I don't think either of us would be here." Kelly explains her brief meeting with him too as Adalind remembers that time in the cabin. Of feeling so lost and afraid. Powerless even as her Hexenbiest returned to her.

She shakes that off, reminding herself of what she has now, even as the worries of all that still remains unclear surge inside. Diana slips her hand into hers and she smiles down at her daughter before enlisting her help to make some dinner, using the activity to settle herself whilst also just being with her daughter. Adalind can hear Nick and Kelly continue to talk as she and Dian move around the kitchen but she lets it fade to the background, choosing to let Diana lead and listen as her daughter instructs her what to do and then making her laugh when she does it, deliberately, wrong.

They talk about lighter topics as they eat, Nick explaining his job a little more to Diana as well as the balance of right and wrong, and she insists on him reading her a bedtime story when the time comes. With that motivation, she rushes through her bath and is snuggled up in bed in record time. Adalind takes the opportunity to have her own bath, taking the time to just relax in the hot water and try to let her worries float away. It doesn't work but she at least feels clean and refreshed by the time she's back in the bedroom.

"Hey," Nick says quietly as he enters the room. "Diana's asleep now."

"Thank you for reading to her," she replies and sees a smile grin twist his lips.

"I'm happy to," he states and she smiles back. They look at each other for a moment and she feels the room start to charge with that familiar energy. "Will you … stay?" She feels shy all of a sudden. Never mind all that they have experienced so far.

"I wasn't sure …" he trails off and she realises he's nervous too.

"I'd like you to," she states and he nods.

"Ok," he says, looking down then back up. "Ok, I'll just do a final check then I'll be back." He indicates over his shoulder and quickly disappears as she climbs into the bed. Moments later he's back, pulling the cover aside so he can join her before settling it over them. She turns so she can face him, studying his face before shifting closer and reaching up to kiss him.

Its smooth and languid, both just taking their time and allowing their lips to meet, over and over again, before she feels that spark and suddenly she wants more. He meets her as she pushes closer, tongue darting out to twist with his and hands in his hair, their kiss growing wild before his hands come up to cup her face, and he gentles their movements. She pulls back to breathe and he shifts her back down, so she rests on his chest.

"Goodnight, Adalind," he whispers, pressing a kiss to her head and giving a clear signal that nothing else is happening right then. She rubs his chest in reply, taking deep breaths as she tries to control the urges still lingering, as well as the small dart of hurt at the rejection. He pulls her close and she sighs, focusing on still being in his arms and the tingle of magic that surrounds them.

-G-

Nick wakes early, still feeling out of sorts and can tell, by the frown lines on her forehead, that Adalind hasn't had a restful night either. He'd so desperately wanted to lose himself in her last night, in them and how it felt to be together, but it also hadn't felt right when his mind was still repeating his last interaction with his ex. Moving slowly, he slides out of bed and hopes she can get some more sleep, rather than being awoken at such a time by him. Gathering some clothes, he pads across the space, glad he knows the area so well now that he doesn't need any light to see where he's going. In the bathroom he splashes water on his face and then studies himself in the mirror. He looks tired. His dreams, perfectly normal ones unfortunately, had been full of mashed up images from his past as well as hazy interpretations of what may come in the future.

Seeing Juliette yesterday had thrown him, as had explaining the small amount he'd been willing to share with her and he knew he'd hurt her. That that conversation had probably been more harmful than the one where they broke up. She'd been mad, confused, in denial then right back to mad again and he couldn't blame her. From where she stood, and what she knew as he couldn't and wouldn't tell her the whole story, his actions definitely looked suspect. She'd thrown accusations and anything else she thought would work at him, including her new relationship, and he could do nothing to make it better other than stand there. His reaction, or lack of, had infuriated her even more and she'd stormed off before they could really resolve anything. When he'd talked to Monroe the Blutbad had been apologetic, not realising how much Juliette had heard when she been waiting at the Spice Shop before going for coffee with Rosalee. While he was glad they still had their friendship he wasn't going to deny that it did make his life more complicated.

Still, he had a day off today and when Adalind had mentioned just spending the day at the loft, he'd immediately thought of what he wanted to do. With so many agents in town, both the known and unknowns he's sure are out there, he wants to sure up their security. Which means finally investigating that tunnel and whether it could be used as another place to hide, or another escape route.

He gathers a torch and a lamp before making his way to the secret door, pressing the lever to open it and shining the light down below. Steps imbedded in the wall disappear down and he strains to hear if there's any movement beneath him. All he picks up is the movement of wind, as well as the faint beating that he knows is Adalind, Diana and his mother's heartbeats. Popping the torch in his mouth, and attaching the lamp to his belt, he swings himself up and over the ledge before starting to climb down. The ladder like steps continue for quite a drop before he reaches the bottom. The air is cooler down here but it's dry and he sweeps the space with torchlight to see an arched tunnel lined with brick walls. He stills to see if anything else can be heard and then walks slowly forward, keeping on the balls of his feel just in case. Theres a few cracks in the wall, and some bricks at the bottom have come loose slightly, but otherwise the space still looks in good condition. Another few feet and he reaches the end, blocked from going further by a metal door, with a wheel handle that doesn't budge when he tries it. Setting the lamp down so he can turn the torch off and try with both hands, he groans as he grips the handle and pulls hard but no movement comes. He steps back with a pant and to inspect the door move closely before deciding some tools might be of help. He scans the walls more closely as he retreats back to the steps, but finds nothing more and so quickly ascends the ladder back up.

"Hey," his mother greets him.

"Hey," he replies as he gets his footing back in the loft again. "You seen my toolbox?" He knows its somewhere around here, having used it so much to set the loft up. She shakes her head then watches as he hunts around the room for it. Finally finding it, behind some of the other furniture in the next loft, he quickly explains where and what he's doing before climbing back through the entrance again. He reaches the door quicker this time and sets to work. Examining the handle and lock system, as well as the door setting and any other potential weak points before pulling out some options and trying to use them, as well as brute force, to open the door.

He has no idea how much time passes, zoned in on the metal in front of him and the action of getting it open. Sweat quickly builds up and he pulls off his shirt fairly quickly, the feeling of the cool air refreshing to him. The clink of the tools hitting metal becomes almost rhythmic and he fumbles with the hammer as he hears Diana's voice call out his name.

Making his way back up, the small blonde stands just by the entrance and greets him with a smile before asking if he wants to join them for breakfast. After seeing both Adalind and his mother taking in his appearance he quickly shrugs back into his shirt and then washes his hands and face before joining them at the table.

"How's it going?" His mother asks as Adalind enquires about what he's been doing.

"The tunnel leads to a door that's sealed tight. I'm trying to get it open so we can know where it leads and if it can be used in an emergency. So far, it's holding tight but I'm not ready to give up just yet."

"Well, be careful," Adalind says and he grins at her.

"Is a dungeon," Diana offers and Nick has a moment to wonder about where she's heard that before she then goes onto repeat facts that he's almost positive Monroe has told her, in their discussions as they built together.

"Not a dungeon," he states, not wanting to give her any ideas that might be scary. "But definitely still a mystery." He pops the final piece of pancake in his mouth, thanks Diana and watches as she levitates their plates to the sink before scuttling over to the reading nook, pulling a book down as she climbs up onto the sofa there. His mother offers some tips about using leverage to force open the door before making her way into the other loft and he gives Adalind a smile then retreats back to the tunnel and the unknown it holds.

-G-

Eyeing Nick as he disappears down the secret shaft again, she just can't get the image of him, shirtless and sweaty, out of her mind. He really had looked very appealing and if she had her way, especially after what didn't happen last night, right now they'd be otherwise engaged. Biting her lip, she checks on Diana, who's happily occupied with some new book and then decides to risk it.

"Erm, Kelly?" She calls and the older Grimm pops her head through the connecting door. "Could you keep an eye on Diana for a few moments? I'm just going to help Nick." She indicates the entrance to the tunnel and gets a nod in confirmation before she climbs through the gap in the wall and makes her way down the ladder steps. Once at the bottom, and on more stable footing, she can hear the clinking of his movements, the soft exclamations as he works and follows the sounds.

The sight that greets her is worth the climb down, Nick back to being shirtless and half illuminated by the lone lamp he's using for light. He does two more hammer blows, and she watches as the muscles in his back ripple with the movement, before he stops and turns to look at her.

"Hey," he greets, looking puzzled. "What are you doing down here?" She eyes him for a moment longer, lingering on his chest again, before taking long strides forward to sink her hands in his hair and pull him down for a kiss.

She feels his gasp of surprise and uses it to swipe her tongue around his lips before pulling him closer still. His hands come up to hold her hips, pulling her against his body as he catches up to her intent.

"Adalind," he murmurs as she pulls back to breathe. "What?"

"Goddess, you looked hot," she moans and runs her lips along his jaw, feeling the rough texture of his stubble. One hand stay buried in his hair as the other slithers down to grip his shoulder, using both to angle him where she wants him. Her lips dance over his skin in little kisses before nipping at his earlobe. She feels his fingers clench at her sides before a hand moves up, cupping her jaw and pulling her up and he kisses her hard, fusing their lips together.

Their bodies press and strain to get closer, as their tongues twist and she has to pull away to breathe, so Nick just drops his head and sucks at her pulse point. She knows they don't have time to do what she really wants, what her body is craving right now, but she thinks she can at least reward Nick for the lovely visual he treated her to.

"I looked hot," he murmurs as he moves from one side of her neck to the other.

"Mmhhmm," she hums, trailing her hand down his spine and feeling him shiver at the sensation. "And I think I should show you, just what it made me think." She reaches her destination and squeezes, enjoying his gasp and thrust into her hand. His head tips back and she uses the movement to her advantage, lapping up his throat and to his ear, as her hand encourages his forward motion. "Just feel," she whispers before dropping down, grabbing at his discarded shirt to put under knees, hands parting fabric that's stretched taunt and then doing her best to make him only think of what she's doing to him.

She hears his grunts and groans and feels the shift of his body as she focuses her every move to make everything feel good for him. A hand threads itself into her hair and she senses Nick reach out for balance even as she laps and sucks at him. Focuses on the heat and hardness and making it all more for him as she uses her hand, tongue and mouth. Relaxing and swallowing around him as she feels the play and tense of his muscles, hears his exclamations and works with the jerks of his hips.

A wrenching noise makes her pull back, looking up to see Nick gasping and gripping the wheel handle of the door in one hand, the previously secured, sealed tight door now open.

"Oh, you did it!" She exclaims, distracted, shifting to inspect where the door leads to, but Nick hauls her up and into a harsh kiss. "Nick …"

"Fuck, Adalind, you can't just stop like that," he pants out as he spins them so she now has her back to the tunnel wall.

"You opened the door," she mutters and then moans as he presses his body into hers, still hard and hot and wanting.

"Right now, that is the last thing on my mind," he replies before kissing her again. Their mouths battle as one of her hands buries in his hair as the other skins down his naked backside and his hands grip her, one on her hip and the other pushing under her shirt. She has to pull back to breathe, again, and he drops his head down to lay kisses along her neck and collarbone, the area of skin available getting bigger as he pulls her clothing out of the way.

"But the door … oh … it's open," she gasps out again and he pauses, tilting his head in the door's direction for a moment.

"Can't hear anything so we're fine, stop distracting me," he orders and slips a hand further under her top to swipe his thumb across a nipple.

"Oh, more," she pleads, as the sensations build, and his other hand soon joins in with the same action. "Nick, more!" She grips tight to both of his shoulders as his hands and lips move over her. "Ah!"

"Hush," he hums as he brushes kisses up to her ear. "Really, really don't want my mother to come investigate right now."

"We should stop," she replies, his words bringing back the reality of who is just a flight of stairs and one, albeit thick, wall away, but Adalind still can't quite bring herself to pull away.

"Ok," he says, pulling back slightly so they can look at each other, noses just skimming. "You should head back up then." His words may say one thing but his body implies another, staying pressed close and fingers still swirling.

"Nick …"

"Adalind …"

They both just stare, caught in the moment, and she feels it, the heat and magic and that feeling, so familiar now when they're together, build around them. Feels the sparks from his touch and the budding sense of something more, something magical and special and delicious. Their breaths mingle as they hover in the indecision, of wanting more and trying to be sensible.

And then they're kissing, mouths hot and hard as teeth clash and he presses her back, further on the tunnel wall. She feels the tight grip on her thigh as he pulls her leg up and presses into her, hard in just the right spot and she moans into his mouth as her hands encourage him closer still. He thrusts against her and she has to break the kiss, to gasp in air and to encourage him onwards. They can't stop now, she needs this, needs him.

"Harder, please," she pants and pushes back at him. "Need you …" They spin as both try to gain the upper hand before he pins her to the wall once more. She's not sure when her pants were loosened, or how Nick did it, if he even did, but all she cares about is that it has happened, material out of the way, and then he's there, and she has to bite down on her own lip to smother her cry as he slides inside.

"Ar-ahh," he breathes into her ear, head ducked down onto her shoulder, and it might be one of the sexiest sounds she's heard him make yet. His hips jut forward as he holds tight to her leg, holding her open to him, as his other hand links with hers, pressing high above their heads against the wall. She feels the scrape of the bricks as well as the graze of his stubble and whimpers as the sensations gather and add to everything he's doing.

"Can't … go … slow," he pants and she shakes her head, voice caught in her throat, but rolling her hips in reply, hoping he understands. She doesn't need slow, or anything but him, and how he's currently moving. She feels close already, her senses heightened and everything beginning to tighten, that budding wave building and building.

And then she's there, feelings, sensation and magic, cascade over her and she cries out softly into the air, as her body clings to his. Nick's own vocalisation comes as he shudders over her, and for a moment she feels trapped by the presence and power of him, so hard and hot and heavy all around her, pressing into her, too much yet also somehow not enough, before he relaxes and she can take a deep breath once more.

Her leg drops down but he keeps her hand in his, still interlocked, as they pant and come down from their joint high. She hears him snicker lightly before he pulls his head up from its resting spot in her hair and he looks at her in slight amazement.

"What was that?" He wonders and she has to laugh at his expression.

"A little more than either of us bargained for," she replies, slightly sheepishly, as she was the one who put everything into motion.

"You think?" He huffs and shakes his head. "This is crazy." He closes his eyes and huffs again and Adalind feels a swoop of uncertainty. Looking around, where they are and how they're dressed, or being only partially so, and what he might feel after the rush fades, she wriggles slightly, his grip easing and she begins to pull herself back into something passing as more presentable.

"I'm sorry I-" She starts to stutter out but Nick squeezes her hand and she looks back up at him.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," he states. "Don't apologise for something I, and I hope you, thoroughly enjoyed." He dips his head and she offers him a tentative smile, feeling suddenly shy. "I meant, yeah, this is a bit crazy but I like it, like what I can do with you and have it not feel out there, crazy or not, but just something between us."

He's right there, and she feels something settle inside that he can say it. She knows how Hexenbiests can be perceived, and how her past might paint her in a certain light, but having someone acknowledge that it's ok, that her feelings, and actions, are just something for them, between them, makes her feel all sorts of emotions. Even if they do make her act a little crazy, every now and then. She opens her mouth to say just that, recognise her own actions and how Nick is, once again, above and beyond what she thought he would be.

"I'm crazy about you," she says instead and feels her breath hitch at the look that comes over his face.

"Mama?" Diana's voice suddenly echoes down to them and they both look up. "Mama, Nana Kelly, up!"

"Coming Diana!" She calls back and just sees Nick's lips quirk as he pulls back. She shoots him a look and he offers a shrug, a bit helplessly, as his mouth spreads into a full-blown grin. She reaches out to goose him on the ass quickly and he yelps, causing her own smile to spread and she has to step further away so she can pull her own clothing back into place. The rustling of clothes and shared looks fill the next few moments and they share a smile.

"Are you coming with me?" She asks, voice dropping deliberately, even as she indicates going back up into the lift. His grin blooms again and Adalind decides she likes this look on Nick, all satisfied and a bit cheeky.

"No, I'll stay and do what I was doing, before you came down and thoroughly distracted me," he replies and she jolts as she remembers.

"Oh, the door!" She exclaims and twists to peer at it.

"Go see Diana," Nick says softly as she takes a step in that direction. "I'll just check for any immediate signs of danger and then I'll join you."

"Ok," she agrees stepping back again before dropping her eyes. "Erm, how do I look?" She needs to know if she can greet her daughter straight away or whether she needs to make a quick bathroom dash.

"Gorgeous," Nick replies and she meets his eyes as a warm feeling spreads through her chest.

"Thank you, but that's not what I meant," she says softly. His hands come up to brush her hair back.

"I know," he replies. "But honestly, I have no idea what you'll look like to them. Right now, you just look amazing to me." She can't help but push forward then, kissing him slow and deep.

"Be safe," she cautions as she pulls back and retreats after hearing his positive reply. She's just at the steps when he calls her name and she turns.

"Throw down a towel for me," he requests. "And maybe a new shirt?" That makes her grin and she nods before starting the climb up. Swinging herself through the entranceway, she scans the space to see Diana and Kelly over by the kitchen. She leaves the secret door open and then heads for the bathroom, grateful it's the closer space.

"Everything ok?" Kelly calls.

"Yeah, just getting Nick a towel," she replies, partially closing the door as she grabs the required item, nabbing a shirt of his from the laundry basket, as well as looking at herself in the mirror. She splashes water on her face and smooths down her hair, otherwise her countenance isn't too bad. At least, she doesn't think its screams out what just happened. Taking the towel and shirt and then levitating them down to Nick, she turns and offers a smile as both Diana and Kelly watch her approach.

"So, the door is open," she announces. "Nick's just taking a look now after we managed to get it unlocked."

"You two managed, huh?" The look Kelly shoots her has her blushing and she quickly engages Diana in conversation. Kelly has pulled out items for baking and Diana gleefully selects cookie cutters shaped like a witch's hat, broomstick and cauldron that Adalind knows Nick got deliberately. She joins in with them as they mix ingredients and prepare the surface to roll and shape everything and the trays are just going into the oven as Nick appears.

"Something smells good," he calls and Diana slides off her stool to run and greet him but stops short of embracing him like she usually does.

"Oh, Nick icky!" He laughs at that and deliberately steps closer to Diana, who in turn squeals and runs away. She collides with Adalind's legs and she lifts her daughter up as Nick walks closer, though he stays on the other side of the counter.

"You certainly do not smell good," Kelly points out and Nick grimaces. "But I hear you got that door open."

"Yeah, not surprising when I doubt anybody has been down there in years. Place is full of cob webs and dirt and just stale air. But the door is open and guess what it leads to? More tunnel. I think it might even connect to the old Shanghai tunnels that are connected under various parts of Portland." He looks somewhat excited about it and she thinks his detective brain must be swirling, putting the clues together and trying to solve this puzzle.

"That would be really handy as an escape option, especially if we could map it and have multiple options as to where we go." Kelly enthuses and then she and Nick are off, discussing how to explore more and ways they could map, as well as what to use for signs that only they would know to look for. He moves to stand closer but Adalind blocks him from entering the kitchen area, aware of just how dirty he is, and what he's ben up to, and not wanting that around any food prep.

"Nuh-huh," she says and he shoots her a look. She taps his chest with her free hand. "Go clean up. I think by the time you're out we'll have tidied up ourselves and then there's freshly made cookies for us to enjoy." Diana leans across her and taps his chest too, copying her in her movements, giving him a look of her own.

"Icky," she states again and Nick laughs. He leans forward to place a kiss on Diana's forehead, who squirms in her arms but giggles, and then presses another, slightly longer, kiss to Adalind's. He grins then backs away, heading into the other room to get fresh clothes before the bathroom.

Her cheeks heat at Kelly's look but she is glad to note the other Grimm has a small smile on her face. Still, she does her best to distract them all by directing Diana to clear the table as she pulls things out of the refrigerator and starts making some options for healthy snacks, alongside the cookies. Nick joins them half way through and continues to talk with his mother about the tunnels before getting very distracted by Diana and by the time she is plating up the food, they've moved on to talking about mazes somehow. She just sits and eats, watching as both Grimms take turns talking to Diana, explaining as well as encouraging her to add her own ideas and she feels, in this moment, content.

Their situation hasn't changed and they have some big, potentially life changing, decisions to make but right here, right now, she knows she's done the best thing for her daughter. Just being with these people, seeing what care and family should be, heals something inside her she never really gave time or attention to. Growing up as she had, certain things, feelings and actions, had just been accepted and become her norm. Here, her daughter will have so much more and it couldn't make her happier.

As soon as they are finished, Diana drags Nick over to their reading corner and they both settle into the couch there, already familiar with the position they sit in together. She and Kelly tidy the table and kitchen, moving around quietly as Nick's voice drifts across the space, interrupted with Diana's murmurs and positive vocalisations.

She watches as Diana snuggles in close to Nick on the armchair, levitating another book towards them and hears Nick's laugh in response. She finishes tidying away in the kitchen and slowly walks towards them, thinking of all that's happened so far that has led them to be here. Safe and happy with not just one, but two Grimms. And one of whom really had had more reasons not to help her, than to come to her aid. But he had and look at them now.

"Mama?" Diana asks and she realises she's stopped a few feet away, and is just standing and staring at the two of them. Nick raises an eyebrow at her as Diana leans forward. "Mama happy?" Her little girl flicks her fingers and yellow light appears in front of her. Adalind can't help but smile.

"Oh, honey, I'm very happy," she says, moving to kneel in front of her. "Are you?" Diana looks from her to Nick and back again before smiling shyly.

"Sparkles," she says and makes the light twinkle and glitter around her and Nick. Adalind can't stop the gasp, her mouth dropping open slightly before she changes it into a smile, understanding what her daughter is saying and who she is including. The man in question looks slightly bewildered but that just makes her smile grow.

"Sparkles," she repeats and with a wave of her hand sends more sparkling light around them all. Diana laughs in glee and Nick smiles, still bemused but happy as he watches the two of them. She looks up as Kelly joins them and the light dances over all of them for a moment more before she lets it fade.

Nick's phone goes off then and Diana slides off the couch and into her arms as he shifts to stand then cross the living space and pick it up from the cabinet it rests on. Kelly moves closer to them, teasing Diana with a tickle and hr daughter giggles in her arms.

"Burkhardt," he says as he smiles at them but it almost instantly drops off his face. A prickle of awareness spreads across her shoulders and she knows that whatever is being said is not good news. "I see …. I'll let them know, yes, and yes … I understand … I'll pass that on." He ends the call and locks eyes with her before taking a deep breath.

"That was captain," he says, voice soft and low, eyes darting down to Diana. "He wanted you to know, his mother … she has … she's …" He trails off but Adalind understands, she doesn't need to hear it said out loud. Elizabeth had died.

-G-

AN – Thank you so much for reading! If you have any thoughts I'd love to hear them otherwise, I hope you liked it!