Chapter Summary: Nick and Sean tie up lose ends and restore the Canton's law that had been broken.

Notes:

traditores mors – Betrayers Death (Latin)

Loose Ends

Nick barely felt the aching pain within his shoulder as he walked through the station flanked by Hank and Trubel, Renard was stood waiting for him by his office as they approached the cool look upon Nick's face spoke volumes. While the Grimm being so close to the surface made even his mate shudder internally, Sean knew that all his people Wesen or otherwise could feel Nick's presence.

"It's over" Nick said curtly and emotionless as his gaze never faulted as he stood almost to attention before Renard.

The Prince met the Grimm on equal footing before Hank and Trubel, this wasn't a shared moment between to lovers but a conformation of the Canton's Agitator and it's Prince over a shared threat.

"Good, now lets finish this" Renard replied just as cooly, his attention momentarily leaving Nick to look over his unfamiliar companion before he accompanied them down to the cells.

Salvadore Butrell was still smugly unaware of the day's events as Sean, Hank and Trubel arrived with Nick, the group remained at the door as he approached Butrellalone. The smug look quickly faulted as Nick slowly stalked round his cell like a predator at hunt, he ran his fingers over the bars with a predator smile on his face. Never making eye contact with Butrell he circled the man like he was a wounded animal, trapped and awaiting the kill. This gave Nick a sick sense of pleasure after all he and his boss had put them all through, his Grimm side ready to make itself know was enjoying every second of this moment.

Those who knew Nick knew how much he fought against these instincts within him, but Sean was the only one who truly knew that now and again not only did indulge in it but had also shared in it with him. The air was thick with the smell of fear that brought a smile to Sean's face as he watched on from the doorway, Salvadore Butrell was stood fast and emotionless but Nick could see the tell-tale signs of fear within.

"So, you're the foolish pawn who thought going against the Prince and his rule was a good idea" Nick spoke cooly as he moved away from the cell and lent back against the wall with his arms crossed.

"And you are the Grimm that seduced the Prince into losing his way" Butrell spat back

"I have to admit I'm not impressed, I expected much more of the Grimm with your reputation" he again attempted to get a rise out of Nick who just looked down at him with disinterest.

"I met your friends" Nick said to no one in particular making Butrell's head snap toward him, he abandoned any pretence of arrogance as he lent against the bars and growled at Nick.

"What happened?" he snapped as he looked Nick up and down for evidence of any new injures, Nick unfolded his arms as if to show him that he was unharmed.

Before giving him a dark smile as he pushed off from the wall, stalking forward the Grimm within him made Butrell shudder as Nick stopped just out of reach and with a sickly-sweet smile he spoke.

"You know how it is, they got angry. Kinda lost their heads" Butrell dropped to his seat, the colour had completely drained from him as Nick gave a dark chuckle before heading to the door stopping just before but not turning round, he spoke

"I hope for his sake your boss is AHEAD of the game" with another chuckle before leaving Butrell to his own thoughts.

Councillor Jackson paced the room, his phone in one hand as once again his call was going to voicemail and a well smoke cigarette in the other. His ashtray was overflowing, the usually well together man was now dishevelled. His shirt was wrinkled, tie undone and barely handing on his neck, his suit jacket abandoned on the table while his hair was showing signs of him constantly running his hands through it.

After once again failing to get through to Butrell's or Exécuteur Yannick's cells, as a last resort he reached into this desk draw and pulled out a hidden piece of paper. Dialling the number, he didn't wait for an answer as soon as the other line opened, he began.

"I don't care about who or what you are, your people screwed up. My lieutenant is in lockup, your so-called assassin is long dead, your Grimm hunters were returned to this master in a box minus their bodies and their master's on his way back with his tail between his legs. So, tell me how was this an easy job to overthrow the Prince?" he growled down the phone as he threw paperwork into his fire while putting important things into his briefcase.

/You failed, we gave you the tools, you failed to use them. Goodbye Councillor/

As the other line fell dead Counciler Jackson was dumbfounded, as he processed what had happened, he let out a angry roar as he woged in the darkness.

"It's an uncomfortable feeling to be abandoned, alone and backed into a corner" came a dark voice in the shadows.

Councillor Jackson's blood ran cold as he looked round in a panic, reaching for the gun he kept stored in his desk he found it gone. Looking up the room felt like ice as he saw a pair of glowing gold eyes in the darkness, his anger grew as Sean came out of the darkness dressed in his usual regal attire. He lept at him but was taken back when he felt pain ripping through his face, falling back into his chair he was about to react again when he realised that the young woman stood before him who had hit him was a Grimm.

Panicking he tried to make his escape when he spotted Nick stood on one side, Hank on the other and Sam, Serena, Frank, Henrietta and Father Emilio surrounding them. He swallowed hard as Sean approached him, wogeing he raised his hand and they all watched as the Counciler rose from his chair. Behind him Nick smiled as he saw the look upon Hank's face who up to now wasn't aware of Sean's Wesen heritage.

"Willam, William, William" Renard sighed darkly as he shook his head tutting.

"I gave you plenty of warning, I gave you leeway and I even threatened you but you wouldn't see reason. You had become too fat and lazy with greed; you believed you were above my laws and decided with your little cronies to undermine my rule. But when that failed…" Sean growled as he pulled himself up to his full hight and got into the other man's face his eyes still glowing as well as burning with the fires of hell.

"You dared to go after my Chosen mate, Arbitrator of this Canton and of its law. When he proved stronger that you'd believed him to be you went after those I consider important to me, you have not only broken my laws but disgraced yourself and your family lines. You encouraged unwelcome guest to enter unlawfully to my Canton so for this you are forfeit to the very laws you believe yourself above, so before those who's word, I trust I now ask you all for your judgment?" Sean asked as the others nodded.

"Traditores Mors Sire" spoke Father Emilio as the other agreed

Councillor Jackson paled at the mention of the words, Hank looked at Nick who moved behind the others to explain.

"Traditores Mors, it's Latin, it means a betrayers death. Under the Wesen laws it means that Sean has a right to accuse him of treason and if Traditores Mors is ruled then his life is forfeit for his betrayal" Nick explained

"This is a time that the badge gets in the way Hank, if you want you can leave" said Sean still woge as Hank stumbled for a moment but agreed to expect Sean's judgment and agreed with the others calling for the Traditores Mors.

Councillor Jackson kept stuttering out excuse after excuse making Sean's blood boil but he didn't show it until Nick stood forward.

"Councillor Willam Jackson you are accused of treason against the Prince of Portland, disrespecting and disregard of the rule of law. By the powers of Arbitration granted to me by the Prince and recognized by the Wesen of Portland I find you guilty of these charges. It is by all those who stand beside me now and with the blessing of the Wesen Clans that make up the council of Portland that I pass your judgment.

Traditores Mors,

My Prince this is yours to enact" with that Nick bowed before moving out the way revealing the dark smirk on Sean's face.

With one flick of his wrist the room was filled with a sickening crack before Councillor Jackson's limp body fell to the ground in a broken heap. The group stood in silence just looking at him until Father Emilio stood forward and placed his hand upon Sean's shoulder.

"It's done, go now take your mate, the detective and the young lady with you. We will deal with this, the less you all know about this the better. Go enjoy your night and let Miss Calvert and her Blutbad know its over" he said as he smiled at Sean and then Nick, after a moment Sean's features changed and he let out a sigh before agreeing and thanking them for their faith in him.

Sean bid them good night before they all headed out and back to Nick's, it was agreed that it was more plausible if they stayed together for the night.

The next morning it was all over the papers, Disgraced Portland Councillor death by suicide Renard smiled to himself as he picked up the paper on his way to meet with the Wesen Council of Portland. The air around him seemed more settled than it had been in months, gripping his coffee while reading he headed on down the street.

Meanwhile at the Spice Shop Monroe sat relived at the work bench, he'd been freed from the hell of the Hospital and he was grateful. Rosalee was happy to have him home as Nick filled them in on what had happened. Both where in shock and spoke up about their worries about Nick and the Reapers. But in the end, they were just happy that it was all over now, they changed the subject and spoke of happier things.

The morning air was cold and unwelcoming, on a small airstrip out of the way from prying eyes a young woman stood beside a blacked-out limousine as she waited the plane that that had just landed. Her long brown hair was tied up in a plat, she was dressed in a blood red dress suit and her green eyes twinkled with something akin to vengeance as the doors of the plane opened. A young woman of similar age to the young woman in red emerged from the plane, she was verry pretty and her blond hair hung down over her shoulders. Here eyes were hidden behind the designer sunglasses but her smile spoke volumes of her intent. As she approached the other woman stood up straight and looked her up and down, she held onto the file within her arms.

"Amilla, I have to say it was a surprise to hear from you" said the woman as she hug the young woman in red.

"If I didn't have to, I wouldn't have, I figured you'd have heard by now about my father and my brother?" said Amilla with a growl as she woged briefly.

"I have and don't worry…" said the blonde woman as she Woged revealing she was a Hexenbiest.

"It will all be delt with very soon" she said with a chuckle as Amillia joined her, before they both got into the limo and headed off into Portland.

That's All Folks….For Now Anyway!