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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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1. So Rosalee get's another Chapter, this time threatening Nick. It was totally not planned this way, but I got a Review from hope1iz, over on Fanfiction.Net, about Rosalee supporting Monroe, because he needs someone in his corner. And it gave me the idea for this Chapter.
2. I am really, really sorry for taking so long. I just noticed how long I haven't updated anything.
  
  I found a lot of stories and chapters I started to write, just to loose interest somewhere in the middle. I still try to finish 'The Schooltheater' but every time I sit down to do anything I get sidetracked after a few minutes, or distracted from writing.
  
  And then I'm frustrated by that and I stop trying altogether for a while.
  But now I'm back, and I will try to actually finish what I started!
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5.2 Rosalee

"Nick? Can I talk to you, please?" Rosalee asked him, her pretty face serious as she held him back with a hand on his arm before he could leave her shop and head home for the night.
"Yes, sure." the cop shrugged, seeing no problem with her request.
After all, she is always there to help him with his cases, with her books and her knowledge whenever he needs her. No matter if it's day or night when he shows up at her doorstep with a apologetic smile on his face and gruesome pictures in his pocket.
"I know Monroe is waiting for you with dinner, and he hates to have his timetable upset without warning, but it will only take a moment, I promise."
She leads him over to the table, shoving books and herbs to the side to have a little bit room to lean on it.
Nick sat down on the other side, curios and a bit worried about what she would tell him.
"Is everything alright? Is someone giving you trouble, should I arrest someone?" he finally asked with a smile when all she did was looking at him with dark eyes, not saying anything for a while.
But she just shook her head and woged.
It's not the first time the Grimm saw her other face, so he didn’t worry about it too much. He just looked around if there was any reason for her to do so, someone trying to sneak up on them or something.
Fuchsbau, even in their human faces, have better ears and noses than normal people, and even some Wesen.
Not that a Grimm is 'normal people', but still.
But there was absolutely nothing and no one he could see or hear, it seems like they were really alone in the closed shop.
"Nick. I would say we are friends, right?" she finally asked, and Nick quickly nodded.
She reached over the table to grab his hand, and for a moment Nick wondered if it was meant to reassure him or keep him from running away.
Sure, Fuchsbau are not really much stronger than humans, and certainly not stronger than a Grimm.
But there was a weird mood in the air, and she was starring straight in his eyes, and Nick really doesn’t know what to think about it.
'But if she tries to hit on me I will scream!' he thought slightly nervous.
"And as friend I can talk openly about anything with you, right?" The grip on his hand got tighter
"Rosalee, you know I'm with Monroe, and how territorial Blutbader get about anything and anyone they consider theirs." Nick felt he had to warn her before she could say anything embarrassing, for him or her.
"Of course I know, I was the one who told you!" her eyes widened, "Nick! Do you think I'm hitting on you?" Nick quick look down at their joined hands told her enough, but her dark glare made Nick backpedal even quicker.
"NO! No no no no, I would never think that, really!" he took his hand back to flail wildly around with it. "Why would I want to go out with you!"
She raised an eyebrow at his reaction, but didn’t say anything, which seem to make the Grimm even more nervous.
"I mean, not that there is anything wrong with you, you know, and you are a good friend, and you are nice and pretty and I respect you and would be happy to go out with you-"
Rosalee's face stayed the same, but a mischievous glint shone in her eyes. It went unnoticed by the young man, who just kept on talking in the hope it would start to make sense if he just kept going.
"As a friend of course, or maybe the sister that I never had, there is nothing wrong with hanging out, but I'm with Mon-"
"Nick. Nick!" she finally took pity on him as it looked like Nick would only dig himself deeper the longer she let him talk.
The Grimm sat back down with a grateful sigh.
"I'm not flirting with you, I never have, and I never will."
"Okay." a grateful nod.
"What I do is informing you that I will keep an eye on you, my friend. Because Monroe may come across as this rough and dangerous guy, he is a Blutbad, and people always think of him as strong and hard and invulnerable, or violent and mindless beasts..."
Nick tried hard not to smile at that.
All he could see in his mind was the first Christmas after he meet Monroe, while they were still just friends, and he had just finished his aunt's book about Blutbader, and what his ancestors thought of them.
And here one of those 'evil, bloodthirsty monsters' is dragging him happily into the brightly lit house to show off the toy train that occupies half the living room, proudly explaining how he build all the little houses and trees himself.
The bright smile as he lead the Grimm around every room, the decoration looking like several Christmas Shops exploded all over the place.
The garden that had enough lights up that Nick was worried that planes and helicopters would soon try to land in the front yard or on the roof.
The surprising amount of cookies and sweets a lone Blutbad can produce when left alone in his own kitchen for any length of time, easily rivaling the entire Eisbiber-Clan.
Somehow Monroe got enough garlands up inside that Nick was glad he had no allergies to the green stuff, or he would have died one step into the house. But even walking a few steps made him worry how easy a single spark from the fireplace could trigger a forest fire in there.
On the other hand, anyone stupid enough to break into this house could easily trip over the garlands and fairy lights, accidentally strangle themselves on all the decoration, and hang as creepy decoration from the ceiling.
Which lead Nick back to Halloween, and the nearly childish glee with which Monroe always dresses up for that particular Holiday.
The hours he always spends on the market, searching for the perfect pumpkins, and the concentration and seriousness with which he caved faces into them.
The care he took to arrange every single spider in their net, and the leaves on the floor and chains on the wall again and again until he was happy, or something else caught his attention.
But Nick still tried hard to forget how Monroe complained about how the gravestones feel different from real ones, and how his skeletons smell different from the real ones his family used to dig up for Halloween when he was a child.
And he really, absolutely tried to forget about Monroe's family tradition of cooking those skeletons into soup when the holiday is over.
No, not thinking about that.
"You, Nick, are also my friend, so I find it only fair if I warn you. " Rosalee distracted him from thoughts of big pots over an open fire, with white bones sticking out of them, a bunch of hairy wolves fighting over the best place to watch them cook, and over the first plate, and the juiciest bones.
Seeing Monroe proudly dressed up in a Halloween costume or gleefully playing with a toy train made it hard for Nick to see his lover as the dangerous beast other Wesen often seem to think he is.
"You know about my past, right? About the people I still know from my darker days." Nick nodded slowly, wondering if someone from those days is in town, causing trouble for the Fuchsbau. Or why would she suddenly talk about it, when normally getting information from her about her past can be like pulling teeth from an angry lion without sedating it.
"And I also told you about how certain parts of normal humans have different effects on us Wesen. It's not always easy to get organs from people without them noticing, especially as some of them work better when fresh."
Suddenly she was in his face, showing her sharp fangs as she grabbed his collar:
"Grimm parts are even more potent then the organs from ordinary humans, and even harder to come by. There are not many of your kind around, after all, and even fewer who are willing to donate body parts and organs.
So I think you will understand how much money I could make should I decide you are bad for Monroe and get rid of you.
Your friends from the police station wouldn’t even find your bones after I'm finished with you. All I have to do is put something in you drink, like this coffee for example, and wait until you fall asleep.
Then I could drag you down into the cellar and drain your blood into bottles. Some of my contacts would pay for one of those more than for 100 year old wine. I'm sure I can find someone who could use some fresh meat, too.
Or organs would land in my glass jars, either dried or in alcohol.
Your bones will be ground to fine dust in another jar.
No one would notice a few bottles more in here.
I can also make small braids out of your hair and hang it out in the shop, sell it in strands.
And what little I can't use in the shop or sell will be spread around deep in the woods. I doubt anyone will ever find it after the insects are finished with their work.
It wouldn't be the first time we hide a body there, after all, and no one found them so far. One more will hardly make a difference, even if you're a cop."
Again she took his hands, but her grip was hard, like her eyes, silently willing him to understand that she really means every word, that they are not empty threats.
The Fuchsbau will hunt him down, should Nick ever hurt his lover, and she will take him apart and sell his body parts as medicine and aphrodisiac and drugs in her shop, without anyone ever knowing, Nick didn’t doubt that for one moment.
Rosalee is protective of her friends, and would tear anyone apart if provoked enough.
Her quiet personality and harmless face only made her more dangerous, because hardly anyone would think her capable of coldblooded murder.
"You are a good Grimm, Nick, so please make sure to be a good boyfriend, because I would hate it if I have to make you into a good potion."
With that she patted his hand and shoved him to the door, clearly ending the talk and his visit.
Which was good timing, as his phone went off just as he stepped outside.
Monroe wanted to know if he would be on time for dinner, or if he had to kill something first.
It distracted Nick from the weird talk, and with a frown backwards Nick decided to just forget about it. Maybe it was Rosalee's 'time of the month'. Juliette had been the same, in a weird mood sometimes, and he long stopped trying to understand it.
He had no intention to hurt Monroe, so he had no worries about her threat.
And really, it's nice to know that she worried so much about their favorite Blutbad that she would challenge the local Bogy Man.
With a smile he made his way home, reassuring Monroe that there are no bones to bury. This time.

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