Nick walked into the Spice Shop looking for Monroe. He wanted to ask for his help on his current case, and this was the best place to catch the blutbad in the middle of the day. Monroe had been spending a lot of time hanging around helping out Rosalee, the pretty little fuchsbau who had decided to take over for her brother after his murder.

Especially after that time Rosalee saved his life by knocking an armed drug dealer out with a brick soon after their first meeting. Monroe had pulled Nick aside afterwards, pointing and flailing as he questioned Nick yet again for any details about his future wife.

"It's her, Nick, it's totally her. Oh my god, she's amazing," Monroe had gushed. "Are you sure you don't remember if the kids said her name? What about their names? Triplets, oh my god!"

Everytime they talked about the weird time traveling visit from their future children, Monroe would get hung up on the idea of being the father of triplets. Not that Nick blamed him; it was pretty incredible. But two boys and a girl, dark haired and younger than his own future son weren't the most helpful details. Nick could only tell him that one boy was called Felix, whom Monroe assumed (and was pleased to hear) was named after his favorite uncle in Germany. The other boy hadn't been addressed directly at any point, so Nick didn't know his name.

His son Kelly had referred to the little girl as Fee. Not much of a clue, though, when he couldn't even tell if that was her full name or a nickname.

For a while there, Monroe had been sure his old girlfriend Angelina might have been the triplets' mother. An idea that had been more concerning than exciting, not that Nick had wanted to say anything. Angelina, for all that she genuinely cared about Monroe, was not a good person for him to be with. Even Monroe recognized that.

Rosalee, on the other hand, was absolutely wonderful. Smart and beautiful, caring and compassionate. She willingly offered her skills and knowledge as an apothecary, and had already proven a huge help to both the local Wesen and the local Grimm.

Monroe remained convinced that Rosalee was the one. Not that he'd said or done anything about it, aside from try to spend as much time with her as he could. It was plain to see the blutbad was smitten with the fuchsbau, and Nick was pulling for them. They really would make a lovely couple.

Rosalee was just finishing up with a customer as he stepped in. The bell above the door announced his presence, and she smiled in greeting. With a tilt of her head, she indicated he should go into the side room. He ducked by her nervous customer, and found Monroe busy processing some herbs and other ingredients into baggies and jars.

"Hey, Nick," Monroe nodded hello, "pass me those labels over there, will you?"

Nick did, settling across the lab bench from him to wait until he was done.

The shop's phone rang into the silence, and they could both hear Rosalee's cheerful "Spice and Tea, how can I help you?" as she answered.

Her customer service voice was soon replaced by an excited squeal. Well, Nick allowed, on anyone else it would be a squeal but Rosalee was far too mature and dignified for that. Her joy was palpable either way as she talked to whomever was calling. Monroe smiled like a sap as he wrote labels, just enjoying the sound of her happiness in the background as he worked.

"Fiona Glenanne, don't you dare!"

Her loud declaration had them both freezing, instinctively tuning in to her side of the conversation.

"How many times has Michael bailed you out? Yes, I know you help him too." She said, sounding fond but exasperated. "Don't even try, Fi, I know full well you think it's fun!"

Her voice got quieter as the conversation continued, drifting back into the hum of background noise. Not that either Nick or Monroe were paying attention anymore, as they were too busy staring at each other in shock.

"Oh my god," Monroe finally sputtered, speaking in an exaggerated whisper. His hands were shaking, a jar of some kind of powder on the verge of spilling.

Nick reached out and took the jar, screwing the lid on firmly. He put it down carefully on the work bench. Slow, smooth movements, to project a calm energy just like he'd been trained.

"Okay. Just take a deep breath, Monroe."

"Fee, Nick, she knows someone called Fee!"

"I heard. Fi, for Fiona. It's a good name," he said, meaning it.

Monroe leaned heavily on the bench, his hands unconsciously woged into claws as he gripped the edge. "Oh my god," he said again, eyes glazed over. "Nick! Nick, I'm going to marry that woman!"

Nick smiled, chuckling lightly under his breath. "That's great, buddy. But why don't you start by maybe asking her out on a date first?"

"A date. Yes, we need to do that." Monroe started looking around as if for inspiration. "I should get her flowers. Do you think she'll like flowers?"

"I'm sure she will," Nick soothed, "when you give them to her on your date. But first you need to ask her."

"Ask me what?" Rosalee said, just catching the end of Nick's sentence as she joined them. She moved over to stand beside Monroe, smiling at him in gratitude for the finished labels.

Monroe was still a little twitterpated, so Nick covered for him until he could gather his wits. "Who was that you were talking to? You sounded happy."

"Oh, Fiona is my second cousin. She's named after our great-grandmother. I spent a few summers in Ireland as a child with them. The family is very close over there."

"She was calling from Ireland?" Monroe managed.

Rosalee laughed brightly. "No, Fi moved to Miami a few years ago. She can be a bit of a character."

Monroe smiled, utterly besotted. "Hey, will you have dinner with me?"

Nick almost facepalmed as Monroe just blurted out the question, but honestly it didn't look like either of his friends even remembered he was still in the room. Rosalee was blushing at Monroe's flustered reaction. With a pleased little grin, she accepted.

The bell over the entrance rang again as someone came in already calling for assistance. Rosalee stood on her tiptoes to peck Monroe on the cheek, then went out to serve her customer.

Nick laughed as Monroe's goofy expression turned embarrassed when he focused enough to recall Nick was still standing there.

"Just don't forget to invite me to the wedding," Nick joked.

"Nick," Monroe said earnestly. "If this works out, you'll be my best man."

(Spoiler: It works out.)