Despite the amount of adrenaline in his system and the fact he was sure that they were out there somewhere. Grimm had fallen asleep sitting in his chair, shotgun still in his lap hand gripping the pistol grip with a white knuckle grip. His head was tucked against his chest snoring softly mouth twisted into a grimace that'd deepen or twitch every time something happened in dreamland.

Eris sat at her master's side eyes locked on the door standing guard while Grimm slept. She could smell his fear in the form of thick and ripe body order and it made her worried. She knew what fear did to Pokémon and she did not want that happening to him. She sniffed the air only picking up her master's scent still. She stood up and walked quietly to the door and sniffed along the carpet. She then walked a circle of the room sniffing along the floor boards looking for anything out of place. Pleased that the room was secure she returned to her post at his side and resume staring at the door. Grimm grunted and she looked up at him only to find that he was still asleep.

Grimm was in that warehouse that fateful night like he was so often in dream land. He was seeing the illusion of the living room and the man beating a Zoroark. Like always he was dashing towards the man to keep him away from the defenseless Pokémon. What made this dream so much worse was the dramatic irony that Grimm could feel in his heart. He knew what was coming, that this was all a set up for an ambush. Yet he could do nothing to stop it. Like he was stuck playing a part in a movie. No matter how many times someone might yell at the screen to tell a character not to do something they always did. It couldn't be changed. It was this feeling of hopelessness and being trap that drove Grimm to drink prior to sleep.

He had just passed through the abusive 'man' and he could feel the look of confusion on his face. Even though part of him knew exactly what had happened. He knew the aura sphere was coming to knock him down and disarm him. Yet his body was relaxed completely unaware unlike his mind screaming at him to take action to move out of the way. Yet he also knew it was fruitless, he'd been through this so many times. The only warning he could get was the tingling sensation he felt on the back of his neck. He turned his head to see the sphere heading right for him. He braced for the impact, it was all he could do then and it was all he could do in his nightmare.

Expect it never came the. The sphere stopped just before it hit him. Now the air in front of him had a strange shimmer to it. It had a purple tint to it yet it was easy enough to see through. It was like looking through stained glass. Still it shimmered and rippled where the sphere hit, acting more like water. Such an unexpected and drastic change shocked his dream mind and his semi-conscious mind. Causing Grimm to grunt in his sleep.

He would have just kept staring at the field when a nose behind him alerted his cop instincts. He turned to face the nose body squaring up, pistol leveled and aimed. It was the Zoroark, lips pulled back, teeth revealed in a snarl. Her claws raised and ready to strike as she charged him. Grimm reacted on the same instinct firing twice, a double tap center mass. The fox Pokémon yelped and collapsed to the ground once the rounds punched two holes in her stomach. She lay still just a foot away from him. Grimm quickly reached up and touched his face and found he had no mark on his cheek. He had stopped her attack before she could land it. Grimm's mind was spinning this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. How it's never happened for years.

"NOOOO!" A shout to Grimm's side drew his attention. He managed to turn in time to see several more aura spheres flying at him. Each one stopping short hitting that purple field. His dream-self accepted the protection these fields offered without question now. He could feel that they were from a friend, an ally. He took aim at the Lucario that had exposed herself by sending sphere after sphere at him. He fired twice more, she was clearly a threat and he was defending himself accordingly. The Lucario spun from the bullet impacts and fell to the ground laying still. Grimm felt a rush of righteous fury flowing through him. Finally what they deserved he himself was giving them!

"Behind you!" A soft but commanding voice warned him. Grimm knew the voice belonged to his ally, the one providing the fields. He wheeled around just in time to see the Blazakin coming at him with a kick. Grimm side stepped, her foot hitting nothing but air. She recovered quickly like the fighter she was. Once her foot was back on the ground she pivoted on it to launch a round house kick at his head with her opposite foot. Grimm ducked it feeling the air displaced by her kick ruffling his hair. She was too close to try and fire so he lashed out with his own kick. Aiming for her knee of her leg that was still on the ground. It connected and he heard a crack followed by a shrill high pitched shirk. The Blazakin fell to the ground holding her injured leg to her chest. Squawking in pain.

As Grimm straightened back up watching her squirm on the ground he felt a sense of deep satisfaction. Of justice served. That all was right with the world. So it only felt nature when he leveled his pistol at the wounded Pokémon's head and fired, putting around right between her eyes. She stopped squawking then. The guilt of executing a creature after they had been neutralized didn't come like he thought it would. All he felt was relief. Of accomplishing an achievement long fought for.

"Feels good doesn't it?" That voice asked. Her voice followed like honey on flower petals. Smooth and thick. So much so that he was hopping she'd speak again. Needed her to in fact. "Getting what you deserve while serving justice. Have you ever gotten both before Officer Grimm?" He turned to face the voice and his eyes widen in surprise. He didn't know what he was expecting in his ally but it wasn't this.

She was a woman, that easily could be a pin-up model. She was just a head shorter then he was and slender. Yet she filled out her elegant royal purple gown in all the right places. The smooth looking fabric, which shone in the harsh lights of the warehouse, seemed to be cut to accent her hips and breasts. Her shoulders were completely bare showing off her smooth, tanned flawless skin. Enough though no cleavage was exposed her breasts were outlined to leave plenty to the imagination. Her hair flowed around her head like water around a rock and framed it perfectly hiding her ears and splashing down over both her shoulders. Her hair was the same rich royal purple as her dress. She had full lips and a face that had a cold angular beauty about it. The only flaw, if it could even be called that were her eyes. They were a bright crimson that almost seemed to glow. She had no pupils or whites just that redness that filled up all of her eyes.

"W-who are you?" Grimm asked lowering his pistol. He felt like it was a crime to even think about raising a weapon against such a beautiful creature. She walked across the floor with such grace she seemed more to glide or float. The women giggled in what had to be amusement.

"I'm your Fairy Godmother," Her rich voice answered him. "Here to give you exactly what you want and need."

"What I need?" Grimm asked confused. Then in a rare moment of clarity breaking through the dream haze. "This is a dream." This only caused her to laugh again. Even that was elegant.

"Of course it is. Otherwise I could not speak to you Adam," She said reaching out and slipped her smooth arms around his neck. Grimm shivered at her touch it was colder then he'd expected. "Think of this as a business proposal."

"For what?" Grimm asked finding he could not look away from her eyes.

"For justice. For getting what you always wanted," She explained running the back of her cool hands down his cheeks. "For stopping those sirens. For bringing them to justice."

"How can you do that? This is just a dream?" Grimm asked. Every time he seemed to remember that he felt a nauseating sense of vertigo. His mind willing him to just accept this and not try to fight it.

"I'm here to let you know that there is one in the real world that has a much power as I do in the dream one," She explained with a causal smile. Her right hand left his face and slipped into his pocket. When it reappeared it was holding a white business card. Grimm reached out and took it turning it over so he could read it. It was the card Roman had given him as a reward for 'saving' his Pokémon.

"Wha-" Grimm started to ask but she pressed a figure to his lips.

"Shhh," She coaxed pressing her face closer to his. "You know what it is and what it means. Think on it. Think what it'd mean. Justice after so long." Grimm's eyes dropped back to the card staring at it. He knew a man like Roman had numerous connections all over this city. Ways to find things out through information gathering. He also knew that men like him traded in favors. He might do something for you but he someday was going to come and collect that favor in return. "Now it's time to wake up you have a busy day ahead of you."

"Ho-" Grimm started once more but she silenced him again. This time not with a finger but with her lips. She pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. Before Grimm could enjoy the feeling of the kiss he gasped awake. He jerked his head up nearly falling from his chair and dropping his shotgun. This in turn startled Eris who jerked her head around to look at Grimm. He ran a hand down his face and then reached out and rubbed to the top of her head between the horns. "Sorry girl." He muttered getting to his feet. He went to the bathroom to get ready to start his shift.

Whereas Grimm was just starting his day, Lieutenant Santino was long into his and then some. He had not slept since getting the call that took him to the warehouse. This was not something that was new to him. He had long ago found a coping method and was busy refilling his prescription. The middle aged man stood watching the coffee vending machine dispense his coffee into a cheap paper cup. Whoever had the foresight to install one of these into a police station was making a killing. Picking up the steaming cup he walked back into the 'bull-pin', the open area in the middle of the station that each officer had their desk at.

While being a lieutenant detective and rating his own office the lab tech did not. He stood behind the young man and took a sip of his coffee. It was bitter, much too bitter but it was hot and had caffeine in it. Santino watched as the tech complied a basaltic report using the rifling and markings from the slugs pulled from the warehouse victim's body. The detective had a strong hunch, one he had expressed with the captain, and he was determined not to rest until he had ran it down. It had taken time to compile the data from the used slugs and all that had to be done was match it the gun. Normally that would take even longer having to compare it against the database of registered weapons. Fortunately for the detective he had one already in mind.

"Law Enforcement weapon registry database," Santino instructed the tech after another sip. "A Beretta 92F serial number A045687C." The tech complied and typed in the commands to compare that particular weapon against the record they had. With the slug from victim and the test fire round from the record. As the computer program ran an algorithm comparing unique points, each one marked with a small blue circle. When it was complete the program announced it was a 93.6% match. Not that Santino was surprised it wasn't 100% as unlike the test round the bullet taken from the victim had been deformed. Still it was more than enough to declare the two were a match.

"You want a printed out copy detective?" The tech asked. Santino only paused to finish his cup of coffee, wishing they still allowed smoking inside the building.

"Yes," He said clasping the tech on the back and throwing the cup into the waste basket. "Good work." Santino walked away heading back to the break area and the coffee machine when a uniformed offer stopped him.

"Got that issue report and field lost report for you lieutenant," He said handing him a file. Santino, with a nod and a grunt that could've meant 'thanks' or 'good work' he took the file. He opened the folder and quickly skimmed the two reports searching for the information he need.

"Son of a bitch," He said more pleased then upset. After all he was right. He finished his coffee and handed the empty cup to the officer that gave him the file. "Take care of that." He ordered marking a beeline for Captain Walker's office. The captain had decided to stay late as well sitting at his desk and adding his signature to reports. Santino burst into his office startling Walker enough to force him to look up.

"Geoff," Walker greeted a frown on his face. "Won't you come in?" He added more to save face.

"I was right," Santino said shutting the door to Walker's office at the same time tossing the file on the captain's desk. Leaning back in his chair he picked papers and started reading through the reports, now which included the basaltic report.

"Am I supposed to guess or are you going to tell me you smug bastard?" Walker asked arching a brow and peering over the file at the detective lieutenant.

"Officer Grimm was issued a Beretta with the serial number A045687C," Santino started taking a set across from Walker. "Two years later he filed a report saying he lost that weapon when he was assaulted."

"You suspect he was lying?" Walker challenged not liking the idea.

"No," Santino said flatly. "Whoever jumped him and took his pistol is the one that capped that poor stiff we got in the morgue."

"Or they sold the thing on the street if they were smart," Walker said laying the folding down. "Most people know or would at least suspect cop guns are in the system."

"My gut says otherwise," Santino said locking eyes with Walker. Walker sighed and rolled his wrist to prompt the detective. "I'd have bought that if they didn't write that shit on the wall. Those feathers we found at the scene leading to the wall were from a Blaziken. One of the Pokémon Grimm described attacking him. All this not taking into account that Grimm was scared shitless when he saw what was written on that wall."

"What are you suggesting?" Walker demanded wishing Santino would get to the point.

"One Grimm knows more then he's letting on," Santino said letting that hang in the air a moment. "Something with the original assault on him. Something they did or said. In his report he stated he was lured to that warehouse because of a Zoroark's illusion. This wasn't the first time they did something like this. Especially to take on a cop. Two, that same gang that did this is back in town. Lastly, with the location in that warehouse, the message, and Grimm's reaction." Santino paused and leaned forward causing Walker to mentally roll his eyes at the dramatic approach.

"That message was meant for Grimm," Santino said laying all out for the captain. It took a moment and then the shoe dropped for Walker.

"You think they're going to go after Grimm?" Walker asked. Santino shrugged.

"It's a strong possibility but they wanted to at least let him know what the score was," The detective said.

"Should we arrange to put Grimm into protective custody?" Walker asked and the two share a look. "Yeah you're right he'd never agree to it."

"Don't worry," Santino said. "I'm going to get that bastard who's using his Pokémon to murder people."

"Geoff," Walker said picking up the file and handing it back to him. "I don't think you realize how serious this is. You said it yourself this isn't the first time this person or persons have done this. The injury to the victim speaks of something personal as the does the location of the murder sight. Yet the victim seems to be have been chosen at random. This has the possibility of being a serial killer." Santino smirked getting to his feet.

"Still a little early to make that call but," Santino opened the door. "It does appear to be the case."

Now showered, shaved and changed into his uniform Officer Grimm felt a little better, as a daily routine helped to do so. He was hunched over the kitchen skin eating a bowl of cereal while Eris ate her food careful enough not to spill any on the floor. The Houndoom could feel the anxiety of her master and in turn made her nervous. She had seen him stare down humans larger then him and those armed with guns. Sure he had been scared then as well but he was in control of that fear. This was something different. This fear was controlling him or nearly so, he was barely keeping it suppressed.

She finished her breakfast and walked over to Grimm while he still ate. While his right hand was busy his left dangled down by his side. She nudged his free hand with her snout. This achieving the desired reaction from him. He started to absentmindedly petting her head. Part of her training and experiment of the Pokémon Canine program was to recognize stress of her master and help sooth it. Similar to a serves dog. Unlike conventional canines Pokémon could be trained in more than one specialization without adverse effects. Or so the theory went.

The more Grimm pet her the more she could feel him relax. His fear didn't go away but at the very least she could sense he was calmer than before. He finished his cereal and leaving the unwashed bowl in the sink he turned. He looked down and gave her a scratch behind the horns. Grimm smiled down at her removing his hand but she could still see the fear mixed with sleeplessness in his eyes.

"Lets go to work," Grimm said just before he attached her leash to her collar. The short walk to the station was uneventful save for the glances he got being a cop walking a Pokémon in the open. Grimm had barely clocked in when a TRU member grabbed him and told him they had a mission. He quickly placed Eris back into her Pokéball, grab a doughnut and cup of coffee before heading to the briefing room. Savage was already there kitted out. He nodded at Grimm once he took his seat turning his attention to the screen where there was a power point presentation.

"We got a hot tip from a C.I.," Savage said. Which was the cue to whomever was running the power point to start. The screen changed and showed the photo of a house. It was a nice house at one time. The few windows that held glass still not boarded up were cloudy nearly impossible to see through. Made impossible by newspapers pasted to the glass. The paint had once been white but had faded or chipped away. The yard was a mess of wildly growing grass that was mostly brown. The roof was missing patches of shingles.

"We got a hot tip that this is the location where there is a lab that is manufacturing the new drug Lemon Dust," Savage explained. The photo changed to show the back of the house. It was not in much better shape. The only addition was a chain-link fence. "This is a bait and switch. Under cover goes in to try and verify a drug lab or at least presence of the dope. This will be a 'no knock raid'." The picture chained again to show a bird's eye view of the house. It showed it was around other similarly decrepit houses. A 'bad neighborhood'. Grimm noticed that the picture came from a popular public navigation site.

"Three teams," Savage explained different color dots appearing around the house. "Two entry teams. One front the other through the back. Third team is on perimeter to provide overwatch. We have no idea what kind of chemicals are used to make this shit or how volatile it is. Needless to say pro masks willed be worn by the entry team. It'll serve dual purpose as no flashbangs either incase they'll set anything off. Tear gas will be used to cover the entry teams. Also no rifles just side arms and MP5s with suppressers to cut down on muzzle flash. Low powder sub sonic rounds to further cut back." There was a grumble that went through the TRU members. Savage held up his hands palms out.

"I know. I know. It'll cut down on stopping power and punch," Savage said. His voice indicated that this wasn't his call to use the sub sonics. "But it's a risk we gotta take instead of the whole place going up from a gunshot. The house is only two stories, three bedrooms can't be that many suspects and it'll be a lot easy to clear then the motel. Any questions?"

"How reliable is the C.I.?" An officer asked. C.I. or confidential informant was what police called those induvial that criminals call rats or snitches. Those criminals that had been convicted and part of a deal or condition of parole was they had to provide information. Or those with high level connections in the underworld that get to keep running their small originations and don't get taken down because they can provide routine information on high priority suspects. Usually ratting on their competitors to level the playing field. Still some had no intension of turning on their partners in crime. So this meant the information from a C.I. was sketchy at best.

"Extremely reliable," Was all Savage said with a glare that cut off any further questions. He paused to see if there were any more. "Alright suit up and be ready to roll in 15. Remember undercover takes point first then we kick in the door. Dismissed."

Not long after Grimm was kitted out in his TRU uniform and gear with the rest of the members loading up into the pick-up trucks down in the garage. Followed by a drive that was in mostly silence only broken by witty cracks or jeers. The team met the undercover unit one street over from the suspected drug lab. The undercovers was a single officer and Pokémon one that made Grimm sneer under his balaclava grateful it covered his face. It was a Zoroark. The officer was a male and he looked the part. He wore dirty cut off jean shorts that were baggy and a stained yellowed tank top. His hair was long, greasy and messy. The Pokémon looked like any of their species expect it was wearing a vest with Police Pokémon on the front and back of it. The officers dismounted, the perimeter team moving to surround the house from concealed locations. The rest of the TRU members clustered around while Savage shook hands with the officer.

"Savage," The TRU leader grunted.

"Wallace," The undercover officer said. Then gestured to the Zoroark. "Apollo." The Zoroark nodded in greeting.

"Well you have the ball officer," Savage explained. "Try to see if they got any drugs at least to make this search warrant worth it." Wallace just nodded.

"You got it chief," Wallace said turning to Apollo. "Alright boy. Just like in training." Zoroark nodded and closed his eyes. When he opened them a moment later they were narrowed and focused on Wallace. The officers gasped in surprise, for which Grimm was no exception, at the sudden change to Wallace. Not only were his clothes dirty but so suddenly was his skin. A thin layer of grime that he'd had gotten after not bathing for a while. His finger nails had dirt caked under them and his knuckles were split open and freshly scabbed over. Wallace was smiling throughout and there were sudden gaps in his teeth as other were black and rotting out of his head.

"Jesus," Grimm muttered.

"Neat trick," Savage grunted.

"Yeah. Zoroarks have taken some of the more time consuming and unpleasant parts out of the disuses," Wallace explain. "Alright Apollo just keep your focus on me. I'm off to go by some drugs." With a nod Wallace was off walking briskly to the target house. It didn't take him long to reach the suspected drug lab and up the wooden steps. He was shocked that they held his weight with how rotten they looked. He tried to look in the windows but found them covered with newspaper from the inside. That were the ones that weren't just boarded up. This was a bad and a good sign. It was impossible to see in but it also meant that since they didn't want anyone to look in the people here were up to no good.

He knocked on the door and listened. Not only was he listening for footsteps but the sound of racking weapons. What he did hear was muted thuds, unsure footsteps, grunts and bangs. All in all the sounds Wallace associated with people that weren't expecting company in a hurry to conceal something. Yet he couldn't hear a shotgun being racked which was a good sign. A solid minute later the door cracked open on much neglected hinges that squealed. It opened just enough for a face who's darting blood shot eyes finally found Wallace and sized him up.

"The fuck man?" The floating head asked. Wallace turned it on, scratching the back of his neck. It was an act but it looked and even felt natural to the undercover cop.

"Hey man. I really need a hook up," Wallace said fidgeting

"Not here man so fuck off!" The man said moving to slam the door in his face. Wallace was quicker sticking his foot out to keep the door from getting shut all the way. The man's face twisted into first shock then anger. "Hey! Back the fuck off man!"

"Naw man I really need something!" Wallace said. He was already holding a cash roll and held it up in front of the man's face. "Ya don't understand." The wad of money kept the suspect from getting violent.

"No you don't understand," He said. "We don't have anything for you." If Wallace wasn't acting right now he'd smile. This was almost too easy the man had just said 'we'.

"Naw man not for me," Wallace explained waving the money around then lowering it back into his pocket. "It's for my Pokémon." Here Wallace waited watching the suspect and found that he had his interest. The next part was the difficult bit. "The word is ya got stuff for Pokémon." The anger was back.

"Who da fuck said that?" The suspect demanded.

"Cool man. Chill," Wallace said pulling the money so it caught his eyes again. "Nobody said it. Just the word ya know man. 'The word'." He smiled. The suspect shifted his weight.

"If I could hook you up," The man asked looking Wallace over more closely. He certainly didn't look like a cop and there was no way his tank top concealed a wire. "What you need?" Wallace smiled showing off his rotting teeth to further cement the illusion.

"See I got this Pokémon, real sweet gal, and I need something to ya now….help her get in the mood. Know what I'm sayin?" The man reached around to scratch his cheek. Wallace checked his fingers out and saw the worn down finger nails along with the chemical burns. He knew that the man was differently working with hazardous chemicals.

"Well uh….if I could help you out," The suspect started. "It won't be cheap." Wallace smiled and nodded his head.

"Cool, cool no problem man," Wallace said. "Name it." The suspect and most likely 'cook' starched his cheek again.

"Five fifty a gram," He said. Wallace frowned if only not to seem too eager.

"Five even," Wallace countered. The suspect sneered.

"Listen buddy. You knocked on my door and asking me for the hook up. I set the price asshole not you," He growled.

"Alright man alright," Wallace said. "Be cool. I'll take two grams." The suspect nodded.

"Wait here," He ordered and ducked back inside shutting the door. Wallace counted out the money and rolled it up placing the rest of the wad into his pocket. After only a moment or two the door opened again and the suspect stuck not only his head out but his hand as well. In his hand was a plastic baggy with a yellow powder in it. Wallace looked over his shoulder as if to make sure nobody was watching, even though he knew they were.

Holding the money in his hand and turning it palm down he covered the suspect's palm with his. He placed the money into the suspect's palm while at the same time taking the baggy. This prevented anyone from seeing the exchange. The man separated the bills to check for the correct amount. He grunted satisfied.

"You tell no one about this," The suspect growled.

"Not a soul," Wallace said. Letting the door shut before heading around the block a few times before doubling back to where the TRU team waited. Just in case he was watched.

The order had come and Grimm pressed his gas mask to face pulling the straps tight to seal it to his face. He checked the seal by covering the filter intake making sure he couldn't draw in any air. He placed his helmet back on his head and then checked to make sure the suppresser was secure on the barrel of his MP5. He locked the bolt back and inserted the magazine letting the bolt snap forward to chamber the first round. He turned to a TRU member and inspected his mask and body armor. Seeing nothing wrong he slapped him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs-up. The member in turn inspected him.

"Alright gentlemen," Savage said loud enough just to be heard. "You know the plan. Let's go to work." As far as a pep talk it wasn't 'win one for the Gipper' but the effect was the same to physic up the officers. They moved quickly hanging on to the side of the pick-up trucks that dropped them off on the street the house was on. The two teams split up one circling around to the back the other the front stacking up on the back and front doors respectively. Most of the team on the right side of the doors but one man each was on the left holding the battering ram. Both team leaders radioed they were in position.

"Gas 'em," Savage radioed in return. "Wait 20 seconds then make entry." A pair of officers broke off from the first team and made their way over to the window that had at one time held a picture window. One officer held and primed a CS gas grenade while the other worked a crowbar under the plywood that was nailed to the window frame. The board was pried up and then tossed to the ground with cries of 'what the fuck?' from inside. The other officer threw his grenade into it which went off with a 'pop' followed by a 'hisssssss' as the gas dispersed. The officer that pried down the plywood tossed in his own grenade and now mixed with the curses was coughing.

The two officers rejoined the line looking at their watches. After a painful 20 seconds they placed a fist in the air and jerked it back down singling the breach. The breacher sung the battering ram, splintering wood showered inward from the door jamb giving way to the metal lock. The door swung inward allowing an oily clear mist of gas out of the house. The sound of the door being forced open was the cue for the team in the back of the house to breach, the back door battered open as well. The officers rushed into the house splitting off at hallways and doorways coving all areas with trained and practiced efficiency.

"POLICE!" Officers shouted, their voices muffled from their gas masks. They entered the house with pocketed weapons. Team one, having entered through the front door, two of its members entered the living room to find two male suspects bent over coughing. Tears and macules running down their faces in equal measure. "POLICE GET DOWN!" The pair of officers shouted. The two suspects just sank to their bellies hands already behind their backs. Clearly having been through a raid before.

On the folding card table, which was the only other furniture aside from a duct taped couch, was a gram scale, small plastic baggies and a pile of yellow powder. The two suspects had their hands flex cuffed behind their backs before being dragged out of the house. On the other side of the house the officers of Team 2 came in the back door and into the kitchen. Just like the first team they broke off and split up at doorways and hallways. That was why Grimm was following Hawk, Angel's spotter through the basement door and down the stairs. When he wasn't spotting for Angel he was part of the rest of the team.

Hawk paused holding up a fist stopping at the landing before rounding the corner to continue around the stairs. Grimm posted up on Hawk's back resting his MP5's barrel on the other officer's shoulder to get a clear line of fire. Hawk removed a CS grenade from his vest, primed it and tossed it around the corner where it rattled down the stairs. It went off a moment later with a POP and a softer hisssssssssss. The basement would not have been effected by the tear gas that had been throw into the house at the start of the breach.

After a moment Hawk pushed his body back into Grimm his signal that he was ready. Grimm slapped Hawk's shoulder his signal. Hawk started forward reaching the landing and pivoting on the spot to bring his weapon. Grimm right behind him but had reached the landing quite yet. That's when it happened.

There was a loud boom that echoed louder in the windowless basement and up the stairs. The sound of something heavy hitting meat and Hawk's body jerked back, then immediately doubled over as if punched in the stomach. Next there was a Clack-crack of a pump shotgun cycling followed by a second weapon report. Hawk went limp collapsing on the stairs like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Grimm went off of complete insists. Halting in the stairwell reaching out and grabbing Hawk's vest collar just behind his neck and dragged him out in the lands. Hawk was a buck 50 and wearing 75 in full kit. With a grunt he started to pull Hawk back up the stairs. Another Clack-crack and a yell he pulled Hawk taking a step back up the stairs. The shotgun discharged again just as Hawk's boots cleared the landing. A whole appearing in the sheetrock on the landing.

"Officer down!" Grimm shouted keying his throat mic. "Basement stairwell!" Grimm pulled Hawk up the stairs stopping once he was halfway up. He could already hear booted feet coming to his aid. Grimm went back down the stairs his combat sense taking over. He looked at the hole in the wall caused by the weapon. Whoever was down there defiantly had a shotgun but there wasn't a shot pattern on the wall. Just a single fist sized hole. The shotgun was fired again another hole appeared in the wall.

"Come on ya fuckin pigs!" Someone called from the basement. The voice made Grimm's blood turn to ice. Not from what he said but from his tone of voice. It was muffled like there were wearing a gas mask. Either by chance or purpose the armed suspect was immuned to the gas. The officers hadn't been allowed to bring any flashbangs. The suspect was watching a choke point and could pick the officers off one by one. Grimm knew if they waited to get some shields or try something else the suspect was only going to dig in more. They weren't allowed to bring in flash bangs but there were allowed to bring Hornet's Nests.

Grimm pulled a grenade from his vest that looked generally like an apple but the size of an orange. Letting his submachinegun hang by its sling he pulled the pin and tossed the grenade down the stairs like Hawk had. It went off with a louder bang then the suspect's shotgun. Followed by the sound of crashes, glass breaking and wood being smacked as the rubber balls exploded out of the grenade. The Hornet's Nest was designed to be a less then lethal way to keep suspects' heads down. So it didn't have the amount of powder a normal fragmentation grenade would have. To Grimm's satisfaction he heard yells of pain and cursing.

Grimm rushed the landing and pivoted like Hawk had weapon pocketed in his shoulder. He took in the sight at a glance and found what he was looking for. An over turned wooden table facing the stairs. He could see a hunched finger behind it and the barrel of a shotgun pointed to the ceiling. Grimm smiled behind his mask thumbing his MP5 to burst. Tables weren't as bulletproof as movies made them out to be. More importantly he could see there was nothing behind the over turned table but the bad guy.

Grimm fired a three round burst right at the table where the suspect should be behind the wood. His weapon making a kind of high pitched snap sound due to the suppressor. Waiting just enough to bring the barrel back on target he fired another burst then another and finally a fourth. Splintered holes appeared in the table the 9mm rounds punched through the table easily. There was a muted thud following the suspect slumping to the ground followed by the shotgun. Grimm stepped down the stairs sweeping the rest of the room. The only thing else in there were chemical barrels and a table that had some kind of lab set up on it. Beakers, test tubes, rubber tubes, pots and pans.

Grimm stopped just on the other side of the table the suspect had tried to use for cover. The suspect was wearing a civilian style full face respirator that had protected him from the tear gas. He was clearly dead his t-shirt soaked in blood and had several bullet holes in it. Booted feet were rushing down the stairs and Grimm turned to face them.

"Clear!" He shouted, so he didn't get shot. Three officers entered the basement and started spreading out clearing every inch of it anyway. Grimm went back up the stairs, Hawk having already been pulled out by other officers. He entered the kitchen and flashed a thumbs-up to Team 2 leader showing it was clear.

"Clear. We're all clear," Savage radioed after he got the reports from the other officers. Grimm walked outside pulling up his mask breathing deep the unrestricted air. Grimm saw an officer heading back to the house, he had his mask off and Grimm held up a hand to stop him.

"You pull Hawk out?" Grimm asked.

"Yeah…," Officer said coming to a stop.

"And?"

"Bastard used slungs," The officer said with a scowl. "Went right through his vest, both of them. He was dead before he hit the ground."

"Fuckers," Grimm swore. He turned to look at the house. He had been in two raids in two days. Both from tips and both had to do with a new drug and Pokémon sex slavery. They hadn't even known about this drug 48 hours ago and they had taken out a major lab already. Grimm couldn't help but wonder why and what the person that tipped them off have to gain from it.