Returning back to mine and Monroe's table Sitting across from him in my previously vacated seat just in time for Cinnamon-Spice to come over to us with an intrigued expression on her face as she looks me over and sniffs me.
"Can we get a to-go container please?" I ask the woman who nods and purrs, she starts to stroke my arms but stops and makes a face at me.
"R-right away, Sir…" she trails off before scurrying off.
"What was that about?" Monroe questions me and I shrug.
"I think the Daemonfuere marked me as her's or something…she kinda sprayed me with some kind of mist."
"Oh…oh that's gross…and that's what I smell…" Monroe expresses while making a face of disgust.
"You're just jealous she didn't make you…" I tease and Monroe huffs, Cinnamon-Spice returns with To-Go containers and the check.
Monroe and I pack up our food, he leaves cash on the table even though I offer to buy our dinner but he waves me off.
About fifteen minutes later we pull up in front of Monroe's house and a new alert comes over the radio, Robin Howell was located safe and uninjured tonight by detectives with the Portland Police department.
"Well... that's the best news I've heard in awhile…those boys in blue sure are good at their jobs." I joke to Monroe who nods, "Hey, you want to crash here tonight? You can sleep in the house or out here, between the Grimm and the hunt, I forgot neither of us should have legally been driving tonight." Monroe suddenly brings up and though I'm sober I do feel mentally exhausted.
"Yeah, I think I'll park the ol'girl for the night and get some shut eye, goodnight Monroe."
"Goodnight Mason, if you need anything the back door is open, just knock on the door frame or something so I don't jump out of another window." Monroe says before snickering in a defeated manner and tiredly sliding out of my RV.
"Will do…oh yeah, Monroe I'm meeting the dragonlady tomorrow at noon." I wave to him and lean over to lock the passenger side door, with the door locked I then lock the driver's side door while putting my RV in park and turning off the engine, pulling the key out of the ignition and stashing it in my pocket as I turn my seat around to face inside of my home.
Not feeling like getting up and walking to the bed I pull the lever on the seat and recline backwards falling asleep almost immediately.
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The next day while at work Nick gets a phone call from Aunt Marie asking him to come to the hospital.
"You're learning…good…tell me more about this Mason…did he drink something to allow him to find the kidnapped girl?"
"Uhh yeah, how did you know that Aunt Maire? Weren't you asleep last night?"
"Grimm's develop abilities in correspondence to great threats to their lives that they survive, one of my greatest threats when I was younger was being unaware of what was going on around me when I was asleep…"
"That explains why I was never able to sneak back in without you catching me."
Aunt Maire smiles and laughs before frowning from pain.
"Nick, listen to me if this Mason is who or what I think he is you'll need each other…" Marie says before a coughing fit wracks her body.
"Aunt Marie!" Nick cries out in worry and grabs her hand as a nurse rushes into the room.
"Trust no one but yourself and Mason." Aunt Marie tells Nick and then passes out and a nurse forces Nick from the room.
"We'll call you once she's stable again." The nurse tells Nick and he can only stand and stare into the room trying to understand why his aunt would tell him to trust only himself and Mason…a stranger.
'The only thing this could mean is Mason isn't really a stranger but family...' Nick thinks and stares hard at nothing at all while wondering why Aunt Marie would keep Mason from him in the first place.
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I wake up feeling pretty energetic and nervous at the same time, 'I should see about making a potion of fire/heat resistance…and or an enchanted ring/object. Especially if I'm gonna be dealing with two Daemonfuere.'
Getting out of the Captain's chair I had into the back stripping off my clothes from yesterday and hopping in the shower nearly rubbing myself raw with the bar of soap feeling nervous as hell.
'I know it's not an actual date but it's a Danielle Panabaker look-alike' I think as I get out of the shower and brush my teeth, then head into the bedroom put on my nicest clothes…and then I realize I still have hours left before I'm supposed to meet her.