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Protecting the Grimm	By : Ashray Category: G through L > Grimm Views: 2725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I Don't own Grimm, the TV-Show or any of the character or places. I don't make any money with this fiction, I just make fun of them

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2. Frank Rabe

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In the end Monroe decided not to tell Nick about Juliette and her bag of horror.

Because one, he had no intention of hurting the Grimm, so she had no reason to hunt him down with that bag.

And two, he really didn't want to admit that he found the short woman somewhat scary.

Nick's mom, yes. He had no problem admitting that, she's a Grimm. And a Ninja, only without the mask.

Everyone is scared of her.

Aunty Marie?

The same.

But Juliette?

Harmless little Juliette?

But what he did for a moment consider to break into her house when she was out of town, and steal that bag. He could burn it, or bury it under the three in his garden.

But then he remembered that he was reformed now, so he shouldn't do such things anymore.

And more important, Juliette could always get a new one in the veterinary practice, she works every day there.

And if she ever found out he was the one who took it...

Who knows what she would do to him.

So he shrugged it off and checked twice if the doors and windows were locked for the next weeks, much to Nick's amusement.

You never know with that doctors.

Weeks passed, and he calmed down again, did Pilates, ate his greens and simply put it behind him.

And then came the day a Jagerbär knocked on his door.

Oh, of course he knew Frank Rabe. The lawyer was one of Nick's friends, but there is always a certain tension in the air when two predatory Wesen are around each other for whatever reason, so they nodded at each other, were polite and otherwise stayed out of each other's way if they could.

Still, Monroe let him in, and kept an eye on him as the other man sat down, black leather briefcase by his right foot, shoes polished to a shine. He was dressed in a blue suit, his white shirt ironed out, and his tie a tasteful dark blue matching his suit.

He looked rather out of place in Monroe's homey living room with all the wood, and the clocks on the wall and the pictures on the mantle, not that the other Wesen seem to care much.

He accepted the beer with a nod, while Monroe wondered to what he owned this visit. He was never very good with small talk, and what do you say to the bear on your couch?

"Well, we are both busy men, so I will get straight to the point, if you don't mind: You are dating our resident Grimm. Right?"

"Sure, but that's not exactly news. Why?" Monroe's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Was he another one off those idiots trying to break them up, thinking a Wesen should not be involved with a Grimm?

He himself was friends with Nick, so he never seemed like one of those traditionalists.

But then again, his wife taught the kids about the Roh-Hatz.

So maybe he just put on an act in front of Nick?

His fist clenched involuntary.

He survived Reapers when he was still only friends with Nick, he sure as hell would take on a single Jagerbär if he had to!

Frank didn't seem to notice his sudden tension as he picked up his case.

"We, and by we I mean the Wesen of Portland, care a lot about our Grimm, so I came here to have a little talk with you on their behalf.

I'm sure you will understand that we want him to be happy.

A happy Grimm is a good for everyone, after all.

Others tried before, and we both know how down and unhappy he always was when they up and left without so much as a goodbye, because they couldn't deal with him and his jobs and what he has to do.

Or because they decided that they had had their fun, and wanted to move on.

Or that they tried to use him for whatever reason, but Nick proved to be way too stubborn to be easily swayed.

They just wanted the fun, but couldn't deal with the dangers that his work as a cop brings, and the stress, and that Nick wouldn't skip work just because a lover wanted to laze around in bed all day.

So they packed and left, often not even telling him a reason, and we had to pick up the pieces.

You had to deal with a mopey Nick yourself, Monroe.

You know it's not a pretty sight."

Now he finally looked up from his briefcase, and looked Monroe right in the eyes.

There was a predatory glint in his eyes, and Monroe could see the bear lurking behind that stare.

"So I think we can agree that we want him to stay as happy as a Grimm and a cop can be around here."

"Yes, I have a personal interest in wanting Nick to be happy. You know that! So please get on with it."

Monroe kept an eye out for the door in case the other didn't believe him, he was sure he could outrun a Jagerbär in the woods if he had to. Frank would have to jump over the couch to get to the door, which would buy him a few more seconds, and he knew the near surroundings better.

"And you make him happy, Monroe, everyone can see that. And you really should keep doing that, Blutbad. At least if you are serious. If not-"

and suddenly he was right in front of Monroe, leaning over the coffee table to stare in his eyes, his face slightly shifting.

"If you are not serious, you better run while you can."

But Monroe was no Megahertz, to back down at such a challenge:

"Or you will do what, Jagerbär? Hunt me? You may be a hunter, too, but I'm smaller and faster than you, and can run for a lot longer, so what will you do? What will you do, when I just have to wait until you're tired, and then jump at your throat to rip it out and hide you in the woods?"

And with a growl his eyes turned red.

And then suddenly it was over, and Frank sat swiftly back down with a slight smirk on his face, back to human, and not in the slightest bothered by the threat or the red eyes of his host.

"No. No, of course I will not hunt you down like an animal, Monroe, what do you think of me? We are no animals, no matter what we look like sometimes. We are better than that, and we can behave like civilized peoples.

No, I have a better way to make you pay should you ever dare to hurt Nick."

He opened his briefcase slowly, looking over the cover at the other man.

"As a lawyer, I have many contacts in the police force as well as in the private sector, and as such can find out things about people that other people can't. That makes it easier to get rid of them before they can become a problem."

He took a stack of papers out and put the briefcase back on the floor.

"And you don't want to be a problem, Monroe, believe me. You would have to leave Portland if you were.

You see, I took the liberty to do a background check on you. Strictly off the record, of course. That's where the really interesting things happen, as we both know, even if no culprit was ever found.

So lets see what we have:

We have a 15 year old Blutbad and his little gang of friends being sent to a summer camp.

Underage drinking, bulling of younger people, and smoking in the dents followed, and we have five, yes five, missing teenagers."

Frank looked up at the Blutbad, who was clearly not happy to be reminded of those dark days.

"At the end of the summer the teachers there needed psychological help after what they were put through, mumbling about monsters in the woods crawling around and howling in the dark, and the teenagers were reported missing.

And we have our Blutbad and his friends coming back from camp, and the local gas station gets robbed only two days later.

7 times. The spoils: Beer, chips, vodka, gas, bikes, wheels, beer, bikes, a car, cigarettes, more beer, the cashiers pants-" here the lawyer looked up at the blushing man.

"You stole that guy's pants?" he asked incredulously, and Monroe closed his eyes. He really didn't want to think about that, now, or ever again. Not while he was sober, at least.

"You don't want to know, believe me."

"You are right. I don't want to know. Let's move to the next year. Our Blutbad is now 16, and they burnt down a school."

"Yes, but it was empty, it was in the holidays, so no one was hurt, and it was an accident!"

"How can you burn a building down by accident?!"

"Well, we where drunk, like, really, really drunk, and there was this one squirrel that was mocking us..."

Frank stared at him until he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Said out loud it really sounds dumb.

Even after such a long time.

"A squirrel mocked you, and you burn down a school to get it."

"It was all the way up on the roof! And it wasn't my idea, it was Hap's."

"And the rest of you just went with it?" Frank's face said what he thought about that, and Monroe himself couldn't believe that they really followed Hap's idea!

I mean, it was Hap!

But at the time, and at that alcohol level, it had sounded like a good idea to create some smoke to smoke that damn squirrel out.

Now he could admit that they had been very lucky that no one had caught them in the act.

How Frank still knew that it had been him and his friends when not even the police and the fire department had found out about it, Monroe really doesn't know.

And he's not sure he want's to know.

"Okay, forget the evil squirrel, moving another year forward. After several more acts of robbing little stores for cash and beer, our little Blutbad tries his hand on breaking and entering. And then more breaking.

Some more people vanish, only a few of them adults... my, my, you were one really busy boy, weren't you?"

"I've changed since then! I don't hunt little kids, I don't hunt anything-"

"anything but Nick's ass." Frank Rabe interrupted him with a smirk, and Monroe tried not to fidget and blush under his knowing gaze.

Really, what should he answer to that. Sure he was after Nick's ass, I mean, just look at it, hugged by all those tight jeans, with no underwear half of the time...

And with Nick bending over or leaning against counters and tables so often...

Or stretching up to reach his favorite cup which always stands on the highest shelf for some reason...

"Monroe! You still with me?"

"Yes! Yes, sure, I was just thinking, you know, things. Things that have nothing to do with Nick's ass, really."

"And if I weren't a Wesen with a very good sense of smell, I would maybe even believe you."

Frank shook his head, while a light blush stole over Monroe's cheeks at getting caught with such a blatant lie.

"Well, let's get to the point." the Jagerbär finally said, sparing Monroe the need to answer.

"I know all those little secrets from your past. All the things that you did with your friends, all the crimes, and while a good part of them are time-barred, some of them are not.

Like all those missing peoples, and I don't care whose fault that really was, since I will simply pin them on you.

Should you, say, hurt our local Grimm, or break his heart, a censored version of this file will find its way to the Solicitor General, and I think I don't need to tell you what he will do to you.

It wouldn't be the first anonymous tip he gets, and suddenly your past comes back to bite you in the ass. And then you will find yourself behind bars faster than you can think."

Frank shook his head, as if wondering why such things suddenly may show up after everyone had long forgotten about them...

"And I will be in the front row, convincing the jury that you deserve to be put in jail for the rest of forever."

And Monroe could really see Frank doing that, no doubt. Whatever else he is, he is a very good lawyer, especially if his opponent is really guilty.

"Well, and should it ever be the other way, and I don't wish you that, really, and Nick should leave you, then this file will go the way the others did: It will be burned." with that he stood up and grabbed his briefcase.

When Monroe showed him out, glad to see that lawyer go, he turned in the door to stare right in Monroe's eyes, knowing it could easily be seen as a challenge:

"Don't get me wrong, Monroe, this is nothing personal. But Nick is our Grimm, and he is different from the others. He cares about people, as I'm sure you noticed. It makes people care for him. He is a good cop, and a nice guy, and I would hate to see him hurt because someone thinks he can take advantage of his outgoing nature."

With that he opened the door, and was about to step out when he nearly crashed into Nick, who had just come home from the district.

"Hey, Frank, is everything all right?" Nick asked with a friendly smile. He didn't notice how Monroe's eye twitched as he stopped the lawyer from finally leaving the house.

He nearly growled as the two men shook hands, but he could stop himself at the last moment.

Otherwise he would have to explain just why he didn't like Frank to be around at the moment. All he wanted was to grab Nick, strip him and join him under the shower.

To get the smell of other people off his Grimm, and because he likes the view.

But no, Nick instead stands around on the doorstep and talks with the other man.

Sure, he doesn't know about their plans, but still...

"Hello, Nick. Yes, everything's fine, don't worry. I was just dropping by for a moment, Barry finished his community service yesterday."

"That's great! And how is he? And the Colberts? They don't think about doing their Roh-Hatz thing anymore, right?"

"They accept that my wife was wrong, as those old days are over, and tradition is good, but some are better left in the history books as bad ideas."

Nick nodded, glad to hear that the boys really learned from their mistakes before the had to arrest them for murder instead of kidnapping.

"Yes, Barry even brought a new friend home a while back. I think you know him. Reinigen, very good with the violin."

"Roddy. Yes." Nick nodded in surprise. Roddy was a bit shy, and Barry is, well, not.

"Well, it was nice talking to you, Nick, but I have to leave. Appointments and cases, always things to do, I'm sure you understand."

"Yes, of course. It was nice to see you."

Nick nodded and then the Jagerbär was gone, and Nick walked past Monroe through the door.

"That was nice of him to let me know, don't you think?"

"Nice. Yes." and with that he grabbed Nick by the collar and dragged him off to the bathroom.

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TBC

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