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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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4. Hank

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After thinking about it for a while, (and not getting any work done that day) Monroe decided yet again to not tell Nick about what happened with Juliette.

And Frank.

And Wu.
Because really, what was he supposed to say to the cop:

"Hey, Nick, you know those idiots you called your boyfriends in the past? The ones that suddenly left in a hurry without so much as a Good-bye? Yeah, your friends scared some of them off. And now they're trying to do the same with me..."
Yes, that would really go over well with the other man.

If Monroe was lucky, Nick would simply laugh at him and ask if he has paranoia all of a sudden.

After all, he can hardly tell the cop that he himself has played the same game with a guy or two in the past...

Happily, and with great enthusiasm.
They are his friends, and in the end they only mean well, after all.

With Nick, that is.

And so they always try to make sure the guy in question wouldn't leave Nick at the first sign of trouble, and just when Nick really needed him the most.

The people around Nick have to be very stress resistant, and a lover even more so than simple friends.
Even if Monroe still didn't feel comfortable to be left alone in a room with Juliette yet.

And he hasn't even done anything wrong!

It also doesn't help that Juliette always gives him an innocent smile and pats her bag when they see her...
But he still resolved to keep a closer eye on Wu.

With the kind of pictures the Sergeant was creating of Nick, he may as well have a crush on his Detective, you never know.

No matter how annoying he can be, sooner or later the Baby-Grimm grows on you, if you want it or not.

He would know, after all.

A lot of people are fond of his Nick.
But better to make sure Wu knows what a Blutbad will do if someone moved in on his territory. Reformed or not, it is never a very smart or healthy move to make one of his kind jealous...

It usually ends in shouting; and howling; then hunting; and eventually, in blood.

Lots and lots of blood.
"So, you and Nick." his musing was interrupted by Hank, who causally leaned against the counter in the kitchen, arms folded over his chest, staring straight at Monroe with dark, serious eyes.
He came over early to drag Nick out of his bed and to his desk, hoping they could finally do all the paperwork that keeps piling on their desks, overflowing, and by now taking over the neighbors desks as well.

The Captain always sent them evil stares whenever one of them moved from their chair; even if they just tried to get more coffee, and he already threatened to handcuff them to their desks until they hand in every single outstanding report.
So it is really time to do something about the colorful pile of folders, papers, sketches and pictures.

Nick still insisted that some of their colleagues put their own unfinished reports on their pile when no one was looking, but no one would believe him.
Which explains Hank's early presence in the kitchen to Monroe, but not his words.

The relationship between the Grimm and the Blutbad was not that new, so he must have heard about it before, it's not like it they kept it a secret, after all.
So he must have heard about it before.

Unless he was the next in line for a talk.

Monroe eyed the weapon hanging on Hank's belt, next to his badge.

And with the hard look the other man sent his way- Yep, next in line for the shovel talk.
"Look, I will come straight to the point, before Nick finally comes out of the bathroom.

I'm a cop. I have a gun." he explained, and Monroe barely managed to keep a straight face and not roll his eyes.

'No shit, Sherlock. Really, and here I thought you are the Easter bunny.' but he didn't say it out loud, but just nodded for Hank to continue.
"You already know that. So you better believe me when I say I'm one of the few people in this city who can kill you without leaving any useable evidence, since I know what cops are looking for first, and what kind of stupid mistakes people make.

And with Nick being a Grimm, I have even more practice in getting rid of a body, or making it look like an accident.

So I'm very confident that I could kill you and get away with it should it be necessary, especially sincethecase will most likely land on my desk anyway.

And you know how unlikely it is that I 'm stupid enough to arrest myself.

The guys from the forensic team? My friends.

Easy to pop in for a little chat, and then mess with the evidence when no one is looking should they even find any.

It's going to be one of those cold cases, where we are looking and looking, just to drop it in the end because more important things come up, and no one will ever be arrested for the crime.

It's not ideal, and we usually don't like it, but there are always cases that no one can solve."
He starred right into Monroe's face, and the Blutbad had trouble staying right where he was, and not back away, or bare his teeth and jump him for the blatant challenge.
"You know, it is always such a tragedy when some junky cuts someone up into tiny little pieces, makes a soup out of him and feeds his cat with it, just because he took too many drugs, or was on a bad trip, and confused you with a steak...

Just think of the mess that would make, and the blood all over the walls.

Such a bitch to clean up, really.
Or maybe someone will break into your house in the middle of the night and stuff you full of stones before drowning you in a well because he has psychiatric problems and thinks you are the big bad wolf.

We wouldn't even find your corpse until it is rotten around the stones and eaten by fish.
Or one of those weirdos who think they are great artists will get you. You know, the ones who use blood as paint colors and wear helmets made out of tin foil so the aliens can't eat their brains."
Monroe gulped as Hank smirked at him.
"Dangerous times, Monroe, you never can be careful enough. There are so many psychos out there... would be a pity if you mess up this thing you have with Nick, and I would have to set something up for you..." he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Or maybe someone is after your clocks, you said that you have some valuable pieces there, right?" he asked with a quick look around. "They could stab you with a screwdriver, or drown you in acid, or-" Hank seems to think up more and more ways to kill him, until finally, thankfully Nick's voice interrupted him.
"Hey, Hank!" Nick cheerfully called from the stairs as he finally came down, oblivious as always to the dangerous vibrations in the air.

Sometimes you really need to hold a weapon in his face for Nick to notice the danger.

He smiled at Hank in greeting, gave Monroe a quick kiss to the cheek and grabbed some coffee.

Only then did he look up to notice that Monroe looked rather pale.
Again.
In the last few weeks Nick noticed that the Blutbader would suddenly turn pale, or shudder even in the warm sun, but whenever he was asked about it, Monroe got nervous and started to babble before suddenly changing the subject or leaving the room entirety to fiddle with his clocks, never telling him what's wrong.
But Nick didn't want to push the other man, he would tell him in time if it was really something important.

Maybe it was just the weather.

Spring, and wasn't it mating season for some animals?
For a moment he wondered if Blutbader have a mating season.

And what that entails.
"Come on, Nick, let go. Paperwork is calling for us." Hank distracted him from his thought, and pulled him back into reality.

"But my coffee!" he protested with a whine, holding up his still full, steaming cup.

"Then you shouldn't take so long preening in the bathroom."

"Preening! I will give you preening, you-" Nick protested with a light blush dusting over his cheeks.

"Or maybe you should get up earlier." Hank gave Nick an ambiguous look. "Then again, maybe getting up is not the problem here..."

"Some of us mean it when they say 'Good' Morning, you know.." Nick shot back with a cheeky smile, and now it was Monroe's turn to blush.

Hank just threatened to kill him and make it look like it was some random psycho, and here was Nick telling him about their sex life!
Hank, after being married several times, wasn't one to blush at innuendo, at all, so he just grabbed his partner by the upper arm and dragged the protesting man out of the door.

"Come on, Nicky, we are late enough as it is."

"But my coffee!" he still protested, and refused to give up his cup.

So he was shoved in the passenger seat, still clinging to his precious cup, and a dark look told him what would happen to him if he spilled his drink in the car.
"Bye, Monroe, have a nice day!" he called out of the window with a wave, somehow managing to not spill his drink while hanging halfway out of the window at the same time.
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AN: Sorry for posting this so late, as I had it sitting in my files for a week, but I totally forgot to post it. Must be the heat, if I'm not working or sleeping, I'm out swimming.
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