General pov
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Monroe can be seen somewhere in his home using a piece of exercise equipment, performing a light work out session.
'I'm starting to worry about Mason...and that Dämonfeuer...from the club, it's almost like she wants to mate with him...'
When there's a knock on his front door Monroe pauses his morning activities and looks to the various clocks on the walls and shelves. Only to see the time and proceeds to ignore whoever is rudely knocking before his businesses operating hours, "Mason knows to come in through the back door...if the front is locked." Monroe mutters as he returns to working out
Someone knocks again, Monroe sighs, stops his morning routine and stands up from his exercise equipment, and walks throughout his home to the front door, Monroe pauses at the door and scents the air.
'Uhh, Mason was right the Grimm is back…It's probably hoping for too much that he's here to apologize or drop off money to have the window replaced.' Monroe thinks as he steels himself and opens the door a small flash of pride runs through him knowing his senses haven't dimmed any at the sight of the Grimm…of Nick standing on his porch, holding a suspicious brown paper bag.
"We need to talk."
'No hello, no sorry for attacking you yesterday or accusing you of kidnapping a little girl…and no, "hey I brought money to pay to have your window repaired!" it's too early in the morning for this.'
"Not at 6:30 in the morning, we don't." Monroe says as tries to close the door but Nick stops him, and walks in, making Monroe frown.
"This is important!" Nick says and Monroe closes the door, "Oh, well then, come on in! Have a cup of coffee." Monroe offers in exasperation while turning to look at Nick, "Bagel? Cream cheese?" Monroe continues with his annoyance coming through in the tone of his voice.
"Look, First off. I want to say that I'm sorry for how I handled things, and. Thank you for helping me out with the kidnapping."
"A gift basket would've been nice. How long is this going to take? I'm in the middle of my pilates, man."
Nick walks closer to Monroe and extends the brown paper bag to Monroe, Monroe takes the suspicious brown paper bag, "You…ever seen one of these?"
Monroe reluctantly takes the offered brown paper bag with one hand, cradles the bag against his chest with his right hand and sticks his left hand inside of the bag, a look passes across Monroe's face as his hand touches wood with a leather cord wrapped around it, Monroe now reluctantly interested takes out what seems to be a tribal weapon that is reminiscent of a bear paw, a look of amazement flashes onto Monroe's face.
Before he sighs uncomfortably, "Not up close, thank God." And against his better judgement Monroe leans in and sniffs the tribal weapon. "I'm not sure, but I think Jagerbars use these for disemboweling." Monroe mutters as his stomach rumbles. "Now I'm hungry." Monroe says as he puts the artifact back into the bag and holds it out to Nick, a hand pressing against his abdomen over his stomach.
"Sure you don't want a bagel? I'm gonna French press some coffee too. It's from the Guatemalan highlands, and craft roasted…the grounds make a very robust." Monroe says as the two walk into the kitchen.
"What do you know about Jagerbars?"
"What am I, your personal Grimmopedia?"
"No, you're a Blutbad, and I'm assuming that Blutbaden…know stuff about Jagerbaden?"
"Their name is just Jagerbars."
"Oh…well, you see them like I see them, right?"
"Yes." Monroe groans in annoyance and begins to lose his patience.
"Look, I get that you're not really comfortable talking about this stuff with me but…I'm just trying to figure out what I'm up against here."
Monroe sighs and relaxes his tensed muscles, 'He's…just a lost…person who's had his world flipped upside down…and looking to me to help him make it right again.' Monroe thinks whilst walking around his kitchen the mental image of a puppy looking up at him with adorably big eyes and holding his paws together, 'Damnit Mason why'd you have to make me think of a Grimm as a lost puppy?!'
"How'd you run across a Jagerbar anyway?"
"I'm working on a case. I saw a kid turn into one." Nick answers Monroe's question while Monroe fixes himself a cup of coffee.
"That…where you got the claw from?"
"No, my aunt had it."
"Oh, right. Her again. Aunt Marie, right? Yeah, I couldn't sleep the last two nights thinking ol' aunt Marie was gonna cut off my head, stick it on a lamp post…that's how my great grandma ended up, you know."
Nick gets a bit defensive, "Hey, she's in the Hospital dying!"
"Oh, Sorry…um...I think they use those claws in the Roh-Hatz."
"Roh-Hatz?"
"Yeah, a Roh-Hatz…is well, it's like a wesen Bar Mitzvah for Jagerbars…a Jagerbar Mitzvah. From what I remember it's a very physical thing. A lot of pounding of chests, and, like, wailing. Who wails anymore? Supposed to connect with the primitive beast in all of us."
"Coffee?" Nick nods his head, and Monroe hands Nick a cup of coffee, "And believe me, I do mean all of us."
"So what do they do?"
"It's all about the chase…the hunt.."
"Chase? Hunt? What kind of hunt?
Monroe sighs and gently grabs the bridge of his nose, "The Roh-Hatz, you know? Caveman mumbo-jumbo. Let's get some beers and barbecue and be stupid. I mean, I like to camp as much as the next guy. You know maybe, maybe once a year."
Nick stands up and begins walking out of Monroe's kitchen in a hurry, "I gotta go!"
"Oh, well. Thanks for stopping by."
Nick suddenly stops,"We have another missing kid, a teenager this time…would your friend Mason be able to help?"
"Maybe…but he's been... kinda dealing with some issues he picked up the other night." Monroe tires really hard not to snicker at... arguably his best friend's predicament.
"If you're going to see him I'll come with you, he might not appreciate a solo visit from you he's still pretty pissed about how you acted the other day." Monroe adds on quickly and follows Nick out of the house.
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MC pov
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I wake up with an annoyed groan because of the sound of someone wrapping their knuckles against my door.
'If it isn't my crazy hot stalker, it's something else interrupting my sleep.' I groan and roll over onto my side smelling Ariel on the other pillow, 'At least she smells nice.' I think as I rub my face against the pillow she used it's still slightly warm meaning it hasn't been long since she left.
'I really should make those enchantments I added to the RV view her as a threat and catch her in the act of breaking in…but this thing that we have going is kinda nice…it's very…flattering to be pursued…by a woman so entirely, I understand why women crave it so much and write all those creepy smut novels with shit like this happening to them…if Nick were a chick I'd think that's how Grimm started.' I express and chuckle at my last few thoughts.
"Mason Town, it's detective Burkhart, I need your help…in locating another missing person." I groan at hearing Nick's voice and start getting out of bed sliding on a pair of sweats, before walking out of the bedroom and into the main living area of the RV.
I see Nick standing right outside my RV's main entrance with his nose almost pressing against the window.
'Oh fuck me sideways…I thought he'd only bother Monroe…and leave me be…guess that was kinda dumb after I helped them both track down that Blutbad and the little girl, even if their faith in my locating abilities was lacking.' I think and unlock the door before pushing it open.
Taking a few steps backwards I fall into a reclining chair.
'Huh, that's surprising.' I think, at the sight of Monroe standing a bit behind Nick, Monroe shoots me an apologetic/relief filled look and tip toes into the RV.
Snorting in my head, 'Dick…bringing the poe-poe to my crib.'
"What's up? You said something about a missing person?" I ask while I rub the sleep salt from my eyes.
"Yeah, a teenager and his girlfriend broke into a house belonging to Jagerbars, and she claims that he never left the house…and there's been no sign of him anywhere, Monroe mentioned something about the Roh-Hatz and I think they're going to hurt this kid for sport…I could really use your help tracking this kid down. But this time we'll do it the right way and get permission from Captain Renard."
'Haa…I think the victims in this case are Rocky and Gilda…Gilda was a blonde bombshell…in the show, and if she is here…maybe Rocky should have an unfortunate accident, and if he does I can swoop in as a shoulder to cry on…'
"We could probably get you paid on this one…as a consultant." Nick says taking my silence as meaning I was reluctant, uninterested or waiting for an offer of financial gain.
"There isn't a damned police department in the world that'll pay a psychic, even if I do get results…besides if I was looking for money I wouldn't help you in the first place." I say to Nick, feeling annoyed that he woke me up for this, 'I also don't like the idea of Sean Renard learning about me so soon.' I think at the same time.
"Actually…that's not true it's rare but there is precedent for precincts to pay even psychic consultants if they produce results, though if you help too often you'll be investigated to see if you're the one causing the crimes is all." Nick says to me quickly.
'Huh, I thought that shit only happened on tv shows…right I'm in a tv show.'
"Okay I'll help." I say but add in a pause before continuing to say.
"But…I do think that you should tell your partner and the three of us can work together to find the kid." I say in hopes that Nick telling Hank sooner would help to form a more solid foundation for a better support base for Nick.
"About you…you mean about be-being a Grimm and seeing Wesen?" Nick asks me as he turns pale and starts to look like he's about to be sick.
"Yes, to the being the partner of a Grimm. The cases you guys will be working on together will get stranger and stranger, it will test Hank…just as much as it will test you, but you'll have the missing piece of the puzzle. While Hank will drive himself nuts over trying to find out the truth…and when he does. He'll either go crazy or find out in a way that will kill him. Such fates can be avoided by you opening up to Hank and telling him what you are, and about the secret world that exists hidden inside of his." I explain to Nick and try to come off as a mysterious fortune teller without being too cheesy.
"He does have a point, normally telling normal humans is off limits but if this Hank guy is someone you work closely with and is going to be put in an increasing amount of danger and Wesen retaliation you should tell him the truth." Monroe adds on and Nick's reluctance to share the truth of this world with Hank is obvious, but I can tell that he's considering it.
"Look Nick, I only found out about Wesen being real yesterday when I helped you track down the little girl…and I'm taking it fine after just hanging out with Monroe and talking to him, I'm sure Hank will have a similar reaction."
"You did…uhh that was four days ago by the way, Monroe says you've been having some problems…are, is it a side effect of whatever you did?"
"Uhh, no…I have an obsessive hot chick stalking me…it's kinda cute in a creepy way. But don't worry about it if anything happens I'll let you know."
Nick looks at me and blinks slowly, "I see…you're a little weird…aren't you?" Nick asks me and I nod yes to him.
"So, can you even help me find this kid?"
"I already said that I'll help you look for the kid…but I still think you should involve your partner in all of this." I bullshit and agree to help Nick.
"I'll think about it…let's take my car, take your time and get ready, I'll be in my car." Nick says to me and walks away without a second thought or a confirmation from me.
"Are you coming along Monroe?" I ask the traitor Blutbad who is looking around scenting my RV.
"No, I gotta get back to work…I just didn't want the Grimm coming here alone…just in case, you know you shoot him like you were planning to the other night."
"I didn't plan to shoot him…it was just insurance." I mutter and look at the floor.
"Uhuh, be careful Mason Yagerbars are extremely dangerous and just as good trackers as Blutbads." Monroe warns me and I nod, in thankfulness.
"Thanks for the heads up Monroe."
"Don't mention it, and I see your stalker you told me about has been back again…you want help handling it?"
"Nah, I kinda like it."
Monroe coughs out a laugh and throws his hands in the air on his way out of my RV.
'I really feel like going back to bed…' I sigh and feel the urge to use the bathroom, making me spin around into the cabin, getting out of my chair I stand up and start walking to the bathroom.
Now inside the bathroom sitting on the toilet, I start taking care of business while summoning strength and speed potions from my inventory and I drink them just in case I run into the Jagerbars while in their territory.
Finishing my business in the bathroom I walk out of the bathroom energy thrumming throughout my body.
'Unlimited Pow-ah!' I think comically while imagining Palpatine, saying the phrase.
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