Summary: It's time for the end game, the pieces are in place and the bord set. Now they have nowhere left to run.

Notes:

Checkmate

The next day moved at a lighting pace, Hank had barely set foot in the Pd when Renard was ordering him, Walsh, Pouge and Meacham to follow him as they headed for his SUV. Pulling out they headed straight to the bar that Sal Butrell and his two brothers owned, while several other Officers raided his offices. The look upon Butrell's face when Sean read him his right's had him holding back the dark smirk as he watch Hank and Karl as they dragged Butrell out in handcuffs to a waiting car. Leaving the bar Sean stopped just outside the door, while the chaos around him hid his true intentions anyone truly looking would have seen the truth.

In an ally just over from the bar, dressed in jeans, a dark hoddie and his leather jacket Nick was lent back against the wall watching. Sean caught his eyes and Nick nodded before he watched him command his people and follow them back to the station. Once the bar was locked up by the pd he pushed off and headed over and behind the bar, finding a weak point he slipped inside. Looking round he passed over the overuse human areas and headed to the basement, heading behind the barrels he checked the wall finding one brick that seemed to have been scratched a lot. Sliding it out he smirked at the predictability of these three idiots, inside was a lockbox since he had his gloves on, he pulled it out and placed it into a bag Sean had given him before slipping out again.

Keeping to the back alleys he sent a message to Sean, as he headed toward the Spice Shop. The window was all boarded up as he arrived, pangs of guilt hit him again but he swallowed it down for soon this nightmare would be all over. Slipping round the back he knocked at the back door, he waited for it to creak open before Rosalee smiled and welcomed him within. Inside was still chaos as the floor was a sea of glass, wood, and various contents of broken jars, while the once packed shelves were no longer stood up straight but shattered across the floor.

Placing down his satchel he stripped out of his leather jacket and hoodie, before picking up a broom and getting to work cleaning up. With Monroe still in the hospital Nick encouraged Rosalee to go to him while Nick delt with the clean-up, but as she was when Freddy died, she was adamant that she wasn't being scared away. Nick chuckled to himself at the memory before agreeing, as the sound of music filled the sombre air the two of them set out to restore what was lost.

A few hour flew by and soon the Shop was beginning to look like it once did, it would still take some time and effort to restock, restore and refill everything but for now it felt like a win for them both. A sudden unexpected and unannounced knock at the backdoor had Nick reaching for his weapon, as he approached. With the chain still secured he cracked it slightly, only realising his held breath and lowering his weapon when he saw Bud and his friend on the other side. Ushering them in Nick put his weapon upon the counter as Rosalee joined them hugging Bud.

"Oh, Rosalee I'm so glad to see your ok, I heard what happened and was so worried" Bud stuttered away as he looked between them both.

"I'm ok Bud, Monroe's still in the hospital but he's well. The shop can be rebuilt, I've done it once before" she said with a sigh as Bud picked a few things up with her

"Well, if you need anything ask, if I can't do it the lodge will" Bud offered making her smile at him.

"So, Bud any word from the Lodge?" Nick asked as he came out the back carrying a few boxes.

"That's what we are here for" said Bud as he realised and moved behind his friend to push another man forward.

"I'm Arnold Rosarot and I think I'm ready to help" stuttered out the young man as he glanced at Bud, his friend and then Nick who just gave him a reassured smile.

The group followed Nick out of the shop and as Bud, John and Arnold got into Bud's truck, Nick smiled to himself as he ran his fingers over his prized bike sat outside the shop. He'd missed riding her but given his injures he's agreed not to, though his shoulder and knee were still bothering him he'd been final given the ok from Mia to resume riding on the condition he took it easy. Pulling his helmet on he led the way back to the Pd.

It was all hands-on deck after Nick arrived at the station with Arnold, Bud and John Bud friend whom Nick had family been given a name for. Sean was every bit the commander and chief of his unit as he began putting his plan into action, little did the human officers and Detective know or understand the full extent of their Captain's plan. The few who did began the next phase, spreading word far and wide of the arrest of Salvadore Butrell, knowing that this would make his allies panic.

Hank was busy interviewing Arnold alongside Detective Pogue, while Detective Meachem made small talk with Nick, Bud and John. After a brief chat with Sean Nick made sure that the group would be safe, he took off to the hospital to see Monroe, as Nick's bike left the Pd a darkened truck pulled out and followed him just out of sight. As Nick pulled into the Hospital parking lot the truck was just out of sight as he headed inside, the truck window slid down revealing the two Reapers sat within.

Monroe was sat up watching crap daytime TV when Nick entered the room, Monroe smiled at him as Nick held up some vegan snacks, a bag full of books and a few clock related magazines before he sat down.

"Nice dude, I'm beginning to understand why you got your mate to spring you. For gods sake the food here is more likely to kill me more than my injures" laughed Monroe with a wheeze.

"Yeah, I didn't enjoy that part, staring at four walls was truthfully what did me in" Nick laughed in response.

"So how are thing's going? Rosalee's filled me in some of it, the Shop, the attacks, and the whole Reaper's connections" Monroe sighed as Nick looked round before coming in closer.

"We've come to find out that everything that's happened was connected. Remember Councillor Jackson that tried to stand against Sean when he first came forward?" Nick asked as Monroe nodded

"Yeah, the dumb ass Lowen?"

"Yeah, that one, turns out he and the Hässlich Salvadore Butrell not only know each other but are 'business partners' " Nick answered as Monroe snorted

"Yeah 'business partners' in the way Blutbaden and Bauerschwein are a bit upset with each other" Monroe shook his head as he spoke

"You got it, well anyway it seems that a few of their projects go against Sean's rule or law. We're not fully sure yet but some how they came to be in touch with the Reaper's binging them to Portland. After they approached Sean and when didn't back down and banished them, they had to get creative. So apparently according to Sean the Reaper's have some sort of accord, with Verrat who protect the royals and through them they had access to a group of Siegbarste assassins loyal to the crown." Nick shuddered at the memory of Oleg Stark and the attack, Monroe noticed this and continued on with their conversation

"So, the whole Stark/Hank thing was his doing?" Monroe asked as Nick nodded

"For the most part yeah, it was a whole distraction for us and a way for them to show the Wesen of Portland that I'm not invincible and that Sean is not all knowing and all powerful. That if he can protect his mate how could he protect his Canton" Nick explain as he heard the low growl coming from Monroe as his eyes turned red.

"So, he put you in danger and risked so many just to prove what? That the Prince is human? That he feels? That he'd fall apart if the love of his life was taken from him? He really thought that all that would make the Wesen community would suddenly abandon Sean? Man, dude this guys a whole new level of stupid" Monroe sighed as he calmed himself.

Before Nick could answer Mia entered the room with an orderly with a wheelchair, the smile upon her face was walm and welcoming as she hugged Nick. She apologised but explained it was time for Monroe's physio so Nick bid them goodbye with a promise to bring treats later, picking up his helmet and jacket he left the room and headed out to his bike.

As he reached the entrance a feeling of being watched washed over him, as he pulled on his helmet, he scanned the parking lot until his eyes fell upon the truck that had been following him earlier. Heading to his bike he came up with a plan, firing off a message he mounted the bike and took to the road. He headed out of the main parts of town making sure to get out the populated area, looking back now and again to make sure he was being followed. Pulling into the outskirts of the forest he disappeared into the treeline with an evil smile upon his face.

Getting up high he watched and waited for the truck to pull up, his hand upon the concealed weapons he always carried upon him. As the truck pulled up and the two Reapers got out, he watched as they walked over and checked his bike out. Nick gritted his teeth as he hoped they'd leave his prize bike intact; he was relieved when they moved away. He watched as they pulled out their weapons and after Wogeing they slunk into the trees in pursuit of Nick.

Nick couldn't help but chuckle as he moved silently through the familiar terrain he knew well, after almost a year of training alongside, a Jägerbar, a Fuchsbau, A Skalenzahne, A Blutbad, sevral Hexenbiest's, an Ignotum and the Prince himself he'd become adept at moving silently and unseen through the shadows of the trees. The Reaper's were fool to follow a fully blooded Grimm into his own territory. As the two fools stumbled over the unfamiliar terrain Nick stalked them over head, watching and waiting for an opening to strike. Then it came as the taller of the two idiots stumbled over some stones and dropped his scythe, as he lent forward to pick it up Nick slowed his breathing and made his move.

Like a bird of prey in flight Nick descended on him forcing his face into the ground, rolling forward he came out of it and in a swift movement he turned Dreifacharmbrust in hand and took the shot. Quickly and smoothly the bolt launched a struck straight through the unsuspecting males throat, as he fell to the floor Nick swapped it out for his prized dagger and managed to get of a strike to the other's arm before he realised what was happing. The other Reaper swung his scythe, rage filled his actions as he woge. Hissing and growling at Nick who was dogging and avoiding the blows easily, as he rolled forward again, he made a move to pick up the other's scythe and as he gracefully got to his feet, he met the incoming blow with the scythes blade.

As he pulled away and let out a rage filled roar, Nick focused and allowing his Grimm to come to the front he took a firm grip on the scythe before taking a step forward meeting the other's blow for blow. Nick didn't break a sweat as the other man who'd been fighting with rage began faltering, then the mistake happened and Nick took the opportunity. As the other man over balanced himself Nick closed his eyes and as he stepped in moving in one sweep, he swung the scythe. For a spit second the world fell still before the soft thud, thud was the only sound. Opening his eyes Nick turned to see the Reaper's body laid out on the ground, his head had fallen at his feet.

It was over,

After months of chaos, it was over. Nick fell to his knees and let out a sigh as everything caught up with him, his body felt heavier that it had before. The world around him was still as he closed his eyes and let out his breath in a small huff, the sound of his name being called broke the silence bring him back to the reality of the world around him. Nick looked up to see his cousin stood before him.

"Dam Nicky" she said in amazement as she looked around at the bodies.

"It's over" he sighed out in a whisper

"It is" she answered as she offered him her hand.

Nick took her hand as she pulled him to his feet, he rubbed his hands on his knees forcing the dirty off them. Looking round he gathered up the two scythes, before pulling both bodies beside each other. Stopping for a second Nick looked at the two bodies before raising the scythe and in one smooth move he severed the other bodies head.

"Overkill much?" Trubel joked as Nick shook his head.

"They almost ruined Sean's rule, this is the least I could do. And now I will repay the favour" Nick growled as he pulled out a bag he'd been carrying and buddled the head's into it before burying the bodies.

Exécuteur Yannick was sat smugly enjoying a drink in a small dingy back room of a dive bar just outside of the Portland Canton. He was enjoying flashing his cash and showing off to two young woman. A hooded stranger breezed into the bar with a large package, placing it on the bar he indicated to the woman behind the bar. As she came over the stranger indicated to the box which she instructed another to take the box away, while the stranger ordered a drink and took a seat at, he end of the bar closet to the room Exécuteur Yannickwas in.

He watched as the box was taken from the bar and through to Yannick who was already drunk out of his mind, he took the box off the bar man arrogantly before putting it down on the pool table. Pulling out his switchblade he flipped it open and cut the bindings. As he dug through it the sudden screams and the two women rushing out signalled, he'd discovered its contents.

The stranger had a dark smirk on his face as he rose to his feet, giving the bar woman a look, she stopped the other from heading into the room as the stranger entered. Yannick was over in a corner looking panicked as he approached, kneeling down before him the stranger removed his hood.

"YOU" Yannick growled.

"I see you found the gift my Chosen sent you? I hope it's to your liking, he has quite the way with gifts" Renard chuckled as the other man paled, as he walked over to the box and opened it up with a dark chuckle.

"He had a lot more finesses then I do, so heed my word Exécuteur Yannick. This is my Canton, under my protection and governed by my laws. The Grimm is my Arbitrator chosen by myself and supported by the Wesen of Portland, he is under my protection as my Arbitrator and my Chosen mate. Take any of your people within Canton and begone by dawns light or I will not stay my hand or that of my Grimms, consider your and your people banished" with that Renard growled his eyes glowing gold as he took his leave, after smiling at the bar woman who bows slightly in recognition.