Sitting down on Monroe's couch an amber alert pops up for Robin Howell eleven years old has disappeared on her way home from school.
"Damn." I mutter softly.
"Some people, man, deserve to be eaten…" Monroe says and I look over my shoulder at him his eyes are glowing red.
"Yeah people who fuck with kids deserve to get killed…with that said some kids are fucking psycho…" I trail off and Monroe nods as he goes outside.
"Monroe!" I call out as Monroe runs in through his front door and is tackled onto the stairs by Nick.
"Where's the girl?!" Nick shouts and I go over to them, "Get off my friend you fucking psycho!" I shout and pull Nick off Monroe.
Only to be tackled by Hank, "You are under arrest for assaulting a police officer!" Hank says as he forces my hands behind my back, "Neither you or your friend identified yourselves as police officers, I want your fucking badge numbers you stupid fucking pig!" I growl as Hank elbows the back of my head.
"Yeah well you'll just have to wait." He grunts as he tightens the handcuffs.
I find myself being shoved into the back of a patrol car, no less than three uniformed officers take my statement including Lieutenant Wu.
Nick is glaring at Monroe and I, while Hank has the decency to at least look apologetic as he walks over to me, "Look, I'm sorry about my partner and I was a little rougher than I had to be, I'm sorry about that man…we've got a little girl missing." Hank says and I know he's a decent guy at heart but police work like this led to innocent friends of mine getting killed in the past.
"Right and your partner…chased a man into his home and assaulted him without identifying himself as an officer of the law…over him wearing boots that can be bought at almost any supermarket…while getting his mail, tell me something detective are you going to chase down and assault the postman, it looked like he wears similar boots, to Monroe? I doubt Monroe will bring charges against you and Detective Burkhart, but I will be suing both of you and your department." I say to him and Hank lets out an angry breath and walks away flourishing his arms in the air as he does so.
The cops leave. I look at my RV, surprisingly they didn't do all that thorough of a search but maybe my statement and my rather loud protests led to that, Monroe's house is an absolute mess.
'They didn't find my knives or gun…Monroe looks pretty shaken…' I think as I store the weapons in my inventory, and exit my RV and return to Monroe's house, Monroe is sitting on a stool in his workspace.
"Monroe…you okay?" I ask him while patting his shoulder.
"I saw one…a Grimm…a real life Grimm…" Monroe mutters in a mix of fear and awe.
"Heh, seems like a let down to me if he's supposed to be some big bag boogyman." I joke but keep it light and Monroe cracks a grin at that.
"He'll be back tonight…I can tell." I offer a little future knowledge to Monroe, Monroe nods, "Not that I'm trying to make you leave but maybe it'd be best if you weren't here when he did." Monroe says reluctantly and I stare at him for a solid minute before slapping him upside the head.
"I'm not going to leave you here alone with some psychopathic cop/Grimm has a hard on for you." I shoot him down and he rubs the back of his head while staring at me, "Ow!" Monroe says in an overly dramatic way, making me chuckle.
"Mason…"
"Yeah Monroe?"
"Thanks."
"That's what friends are for."
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"Gotta umm…mark the territory." Monroe says to me with a bit of a nervous and embarrassed expression on his face as he scratches the back of his head.
"Cool, don't pee on my RV!" I joke as I really find this weird. I had two pet dogs after all… 'That's a horrible comparison…'
Monroe comes back inside, looking perplexed, "You were right…get ready for another attack." Monroe says and I get up and help him turn off the lights…I can't see anything but Monroe growls suddenly and jumps through a window, there's a grunt and I can tell that he landed on top of Nick.
"You shouldn't have come back." Monroe snarls, before he speaks normally, my Infinity 1911 is in my hands raised towards the window Monroe jumped through, "Okay, okay, okay. Lighten up…no reason to point a gun at me I'm just making a point. Come on. Let's grab a brew. And, by the way, you're paying for that window."
Not hearing a gunshot I relax a little bit and flick the light switches back on that I'm standing next too.
'Why did I grab the gun when I have finger guns?' I internally question and groan at my own stupidity and return the 1911 to my inventory as Monroe and Nick enter the house.
"You know, like I was telling Mason this morning I've never seen one of you before, I mean I heard about you guys all my life…we all do, never thought I'd see one up close. A Grimm. Ha! What do you know?!" Monroe expresses and it's almost like he is fangirling a little bit.
"You know about me?" Nick asks in surprise, he glances at me but puts his attention back on Monroe when I don't woge.
"Are you kidding? My folks used to tell me stories about you guys. Scared the hell out of me when I was a kid. How long you been at this?...cause you seem kind of new." Monroe expresses before asking tactlessly about Nick's inexperience.
Nick, seemingly overwhelmed, turns to me, "Who are you? Are you like him?" he asks me accusingly.
"Wow, you are new at this. What, someone in your family just die?" Monroe snorts in amusement making Nick round on him which makes me chuckle.
"I'm not quite sure what I am…I don't think I'm like Monroe or even you…I do have certain abilities though." Nick looks at me consideringly for a moment before answering Monroe's question about a family member dying.
"My aunt's in a coma." Nick says and you can tell it just really takes it out of him, the three of us walk into the kitchen and I immediately go to the fridge and grab out three beers.
"Sorry about your aunt." I say to Nick as I hand him his beer and Monroe looks like he's trying to remember something.
"Ahh, yeah that explains it…if I remember the stories right, What's her name, your aunt's name?" Monroe exclaims before asking about Aunt Marie.
"Marie Kessler."
"Oh, yeah. I heard of her. Look, I don't want any more trouble, okay? I'm not that kind of Blutbad. I don't kill anymore. I haven't in years." Monroe says and I face palm, 'Bro…you used to kill people and you just drop that…god Monroe how do you survive till the end of the series?!'
"Wait, what did you say you were?"
"Blutbad, vulgarized by your ancestors as the big bad wolf. What, did you just get the books tonight?
"You know about the books?" Nick asks and his surprise at this is clear.
"Of course I know about the books. We all know about the books. You people started profiling us over 200 years ago. But, as you can see, I'm not that big, and I am done with the bad thing." Monroe grows a little defensive and snarky.
"Well, how do you…"
"How do I stay good? Through a strict regimen of diet, drugs, pilates…and good friends, I'm a reformed Blutbad. A Wieder Blutbad. It's a different church altogether."
"Wait, you guys go to church?"
"Sure, don't you?"
"I don't, never really been one to put much stock in religious texts written by men colored by their own interpretations and used as justification for some of, if not most of the most heinous deeds committed throughout history."
Monroe nods in understanding, but Nick just waves me off, as he looks to Monroe in desperation,
"…What she said is…it's really happening to me…I have to stop it. How do I stop it?"
"Stop it? You can't stop it. It's who you are. So if you just got into this, you must be seeing some pretty strange things." Monroe says and honestly he's way more cool about all of this than he should be.
"Yeah. I am." Nick admits disbelievingly.
"I guess that's why you're here?" Monroe says and though it's not worded as a question it is one.
"No, I'm here because of the little girl." Nick's voice starts to gain a bit of aggression to it.
"Still haven't found her yet?"
"No, we haven't!" Nick grunts out aggressively and I step between them.
"You've already assaulted him once, you do it again and I'll put you down, hard." I warn Nick, and he takes a half a step forward.
"Woah woah, lets bring the testosterone down a few notches guys, look we all want the little girl to be found…and brought home alive and safe." Monroe, always the voice of reason says and I sigh.
"He's right…we all want to help the girl get home safe…do you have something belonging to the girl?" I ask Nick and he looks at me strangely.
"Look, we're wasting time, I can track her if I have something belonging to her…" I say Nick looks at me strangely then looks behind me to Monroe.
"We have her backpack in evidence back at the station…what are you a psychic?" Nick says and I shrug before being a smartass, "I'm something." Monroe sighs and I know that he's looking at the broken window.
"Can you go get the backpack and come back here?" I ask Nick and he nods.
"I'll be back soon…" Nick says and he leaves Monroe's.
Once he's gone Monroe releases a sigh, "Are you sure…you want to get involved in all this?" Monroe asks me and it's my turn to sigh, "No...not really, But he's not going to leave you alone unless we prove that you had nothing to do with this…plus it might be a good thing to make peace with a cop who's also a Grimm." I say to Monroe who hums in agreement.
Nick returns after about twenty minutes to half an hour, with a pink and purple backpack in a large clear plastic bag that has evidence written in in big bold blue lettering, and a white square with a case number written down inside of it.
"Alright let's take my RV, it'll be easier to do this on the go." I say and though Nick looks reluctant he accepts, "Monroe you drive…please. Keys are in the ignition." I say as I lead the men out of the house and enter my RV sitting in the passenger seat, summoning my potions to me I find the locator potion that has like a radar thing on its label, knocking it back and then grabbing hold of the back pack.
I feel a pressure behind my eyes closing them, I start calling out directions as Monroe takes the driver's seat.
"So how many of you Blutbads are there?" Nick asks, causing me some slight annoyance as images flash in front of my eyes, "I can see her…she's in some kind of furnished root cellar…it's rustic." I mutter and tell Monroe to turn left. Monroe waits for me to go quiet before replying to Nick's question.
"First off, the plural is Blutbaden. And I don't know. We don't socialize much. Bad things happen when we get into a pack. Especially when we see red."
"So all those things I've been seeing…?" Nick asks questioningly and being a bit speciesist.
"We're not things. Look, I'm a clockmaker, for God's sake. I don't go around abducting little girls."
"Okay…but tonight in the backyard, you were marking your territory."
"I wasn't pissing on my fence for kicks." Monroe snarks and I chuckle.
"Then there are more of you around here. Look, you may not know where she is, but you've got a pretty good idea who's got her." Nick says with a little too much enthusiasm.
"I don't bother the other Blutbaden, they don't bother me."
"Guess what, pal? I'm not a Blutbaden. I'm a cop. And if you know who's got her, you had better tell me right now." Nick shouts threateningly.
"Please don't threaten me…I'm driving."
"Both of you shut the fuck up or my link to her is going to slip away! Monroe, turn right, Now!" I shout at the two and Monroe does as he is told, making my RV ride on two wheels for a bit.