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Claiming Your Grimm	By : ChibiAyane Category: G through L > Grimm Views: 6206 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Grimm or any of it's characters. I make no money off of this. It is written only for fun.

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Chapter 6

   Monroe rushed into the house and followed Nick who went to sit in the living room to brood.
"Nick, man, think about this," he begged. "If Renard's brother is back, that's really bad news! Remember what happened last time he tried to nab you? He nearly killed hundreds of people just to distract Captain Renard from protecting you! What do you think he'll do this time?!"
There was that word again. Protect. Nick glared at Monroe, who froze, his muscles tensed, his instincts telling him to run for it, but he knew his friend wouldn't hurt him. The look in Nick's eyes wasn't really bolstering that notion, though.
"Why does everyone assume I need protecting?" Nick hissed.
"Because, so far, every time someone wasn't protecting you, you've been blindsided and ended up getting hurt," Rosalee said in a stern voice.
"What she said," Monroe said, pointing at Rosalee. Nick looked at her, somewhat surprised at the apparent venom that laced Rosalee's voice right then.
"You can only do so much on your own, and all of your enemies know that. That's why they always throw so much at you at once, that you can't handle it on your own," Rosalee explained, moving to stand in front of him. "These people want to hurt you, Nick, and you need to start taking things a little more seriously. You're not the quiet human detective anymore, you're a Grimm; a species of human that is in high demand at moment. The demand is so high, in fact, that people are willing to kill and maim just to get to you, and others are willing to do the same just to keep their rivals from getting to you first. All Grimms are in a lot of danger right now, and you even more so because you're so open about your status as a Grimm and your refusal to run or hide like other Grimms, and Renard has been just as open about you being under his protection in an attempt to get some of those people to back off, putting himself in danger just by supporting you. Sean Renard is doing what he can to make sure you don't get killed or kidnapped and tortured into submission, which is exactly what Eric Renard will do to you. He'll grab you, torture you, and if you don't submit, he'll kill you to keep you away from Sean."
Nick sat and stared at her, at a loss for words. He realized that Rosalee was worried about him, very worried. If he's really in so much danger, what should he do about it? He didn't want to just go to Renard and let him finish the process. Couldn't he fight against the ones who were threatening him and those he cared about? That's what he could do, that's what he knew how to do, but no one seemed to want to let him do it. Threats against him he didn't really have a problem with, he dealt with those all the time, but his friends were in danger too, just for being his friends. What should he do?

   Eric Renard hung up his phone and stared down at it. He'd just heard back from an informant that Sean had informed the Grimm that he was there and that he wanted him. He was annoyed to hear that Sean was insisting the Grimm go into hiding. Perhaps he should just send a team in now, before he could think of where to go to hide? He had everything ready for when the Grimm would be brought to him, so why not?
Yes, sooner would be better, if the rumors were to be believed. Apparently, the Grimm was going around stinking of a Royal mate. The thought sent a spike of rage through Eric. His bastard half brother thought he was good enough to claim a Grimm for a mate? Well, then it was time to dole out some sweet revenge. His brother was trying to steal some power away from him by snatching up a powerful mate. He would not allow that. There were only three possible outcomes to this; Eric would turn the Grimm over his side, Sean would have to pry the Grimm from his cold dead hands, or Eric would send Sean a cold dead Grimm.
A slow smile spread across the prince's face, as he turned to look out over his property. He had a large manor in the middle of the woods, plenty of space to do what he needed to do without raising suspicion. Far enough away that no one would be able to hear the screams from his newly built dungeon for miles around. He even had a private jet on stand by to take the Grimm to Vienna if and when the time came. His father had quietly put Eric here in Portland to observe Sean and his Grimm, to find an opportunity to grab Nicholas Burkhardt. His father was getting quite annoyed with his youngest son and his disregard of the King's authority over him. Sean seemed to think he had full control over Portland, as though it were his own kingdom. How wrong he was. Sean was stepping on a lot of toes while playing around with this notorious Grimm. A Key Grimm.
No, it wouldn't happen. Sean would mate with a Grimm when hell froze over!
The King would have preferred for the acquisition to be done as silently as possible, but he had given Eric permission to do it loudly as well, if given the opportunity. The opportunity seemed to be presenting itself. No, there would be no chase or trap this time. He would just take what he wanted.
Sean should have really kept a better handle on the Grimm, if he wanted to keep it.
"I think we've danced around enough. Bring him to me," Eric ordered, one of his guards immediately turned and left the room to pass along his order.

   Nick was lost in thought. Rosalee and Monroe had gone back to making lunch. They were making stir fry; vegetarian for Monroe, low fat chicken for Rosalee and a heavy red meat dish for the healing Grimm. He still had no idea what to do about everything that was going on. If Eric Renard was trying to steal him again, then by common sense he should take whatever help he could get. Unfortunately, that meant letting Sean Renard help him, and he would want Nick to let him finish the bonding process. Nick didn't want anything to do with that, if only because his Captain had taken the choice away from him, the jerk wad.
Rosalee set the table, as Monroe brought the food out.
"Food's done, Nick," Rosalee called to him.
Nick got up and walked into the dining room. He was put at the head of the table, while Monroe and Rosalee sat at his sides. The two of them had chop sticks, but they'd given Nick an idiot and injury proof fork. He still had to use his left hand to eat. There was too much padding on his right hand to even attempt eating with it. It probably would have hurt too much anyway. It was a good thing they had decided to make noodles with the stir fry instead of rice. Noodles he could just twirl onto his fork, rice would have been a nightmare.
They ate in comfortable company, with light-hearted chatter and banter between them. There was a lot of teasing going on, mostly of Nick's stubbornness and his most recent actions against the Captain's stupidity.
"I still can't believe you threw a knife at him," Monroe commented. "I mean, anyone else would be put to death for trying to harm the Prince of Portland."
"That's what he gets for not keeping his hands to himself," Nick muttered, taking another clumsy bite of his spicy beef stir fry. "And it's not like I actually hit him with it. No matter how much I wanted to, I didn't feel like going to prison for murder or attempted murder."
They finished their meal a few minutes later. Monroe cleaned up and Rosalee changed Nick's bandage, before they settled the stubborn Grimm on the sofa in front of the TV. They didn't trust him not to get into anything and possibly hurt himself or reopen his stitches. Nick didn't appreciate being treated like a child, but as Rosalee pointed out...
"We wouldn't need to, if you would act like the grown man you think you are," she said, handing him the TV remote. Nick pouted and turned the TV on. He changed the channel to Animal Planet and found there was a documentary on about foxes. He changed it to Comedy Central when Rosalee glared at him.
Ten minutes into the stand up comedy show he was watching, he turned the volume all the way down. He thought he'd heard something... His hearing made it so he could hear just about everything within a mile radius of where he was. He heard several cars, many of which seemed to be getting closer. He also heard some of his neighbors. His newest next door neighbor was on the phone, and he seemed to be speaking in... German. Shit! He caught the words "Blutbad und Fuchsbau" and felt his heart stop. He quietly got up off the couch and went to get his spare gun from in the cabinet, as he heard several cars squeal onto his street. He ignored the pain in his injured hand and open the gun case.
"Monroe," he said loud enough for the clock maker to hear him.
"Yeah?" Monroe called from the kitchen.
"Could you come here, please?" Nick said in a deceptively calm voice, just as he clumsily put the loaded clip into his gun with his bandaged hand and cocked it.
"Whoa, what are you doin'?" Monroe asked, coming out of the kitchen to see his best friend with a loaded gun in his hand.
"I think we're about to have some unfriendly company," Nick said, listening to the approaching cars. He heard them screech to a halt outside his house. There was no way Monroe didn't hear that. Nick looked at him and saw that Monroe had lost all of the color from his face.
"They wouldn't!" Monroe hissed. "Not in broad daylight!"
"They would if a certain asshole prince told them to," Nick said, peering through the curtains of his living room window. "You and Rosalee need to hide. Now." He watched several large SUVs empty out their dozens of passengers.
With this, it was obvious Eric was blatantly disregarding any authority his younger brother might have in this territory. Eric had tried to be stealthy and underhanded with his last attempt, throwing out a major distraction to hide his real intentions. This time he was being heavy-handed, showing just how much power he had by sicking as many dogs as he could after Nick, consequences be damned. There was no way this operation would go unnoticed, and there was no way all of these soldiers and Verrat enforcers would make it back alive. Eric must be getting desperate, or just frustrated. Then again, he might just be spitting in Sean's face.
"What?!" Monroe said. "No way! Uh uh! If we go hide somewhere, you're coming with us!"
"What's going on?" Rosalee asked, coming into the room, worriedly looking around at the shadows moving outside the house.
"They're not going to just leave without finding me, Monroe," Nick argued. "I'd rather you two didn't get shot or killed just for being here."



"The Verrat are not here already?!" Rosalee asked, her jaw hanging open and her eyes wide. "Sean only warned us half an hour ago! I thought we'd have more time!" She looked around more frantically. It was only a matter of seconds before they wouldn't be able to run anymore.
"I guess Prince Eric doesn't want to waste any more time," Nick murmured, listening to the people outside his house. They were surrounded already.
"That neighbor!" Monroe growled, his eyes turning red. "He must have heard what I was saying to Sean and then went and tattled to Eric!"
"Nevermind that," Nick hissed. "You two need to go! Hide, dammit!" He took a step towards his friends to hustle them to the stairs that lead upstairs. The two Wesen didn't have time to argue or go upstairs to hide, as at that moment, the doors were kicked in and the whole house was quickly flooded with heavily armed Verrat and grinning Reapers with huge scythes.
Nick brought his gun up in his left hand and fired.

   Sean was massaging his throbbing temples. He didn't understand. He'd had coffee, he'd taken some aspirin, and he'd even gotten some Excedrin from Franco. Why did his head hurt so damn much?! His phone startled him out of his pained thoughts, the ringing seeming to cut through his brain like a dull spoon. He hit the answer button as fast as he could, just to get the noise to stop.
"Renard," he answered, putting the phone gingerly to his ear.
"Sean! We need help!" Rosalee's voice shouted into his ear. There were sounds of a struggle going on in the background.
"What's wrong?" Sean asked, his headache mostly forgotten.
"It looks like your brother decided not to waste anymore time," Rosalee said. The sound of a door banging shut was heard, the other sounds dulling down. Her voice was a whisper on the other end now. "They're in the house. Th-They're trying to overwhelm Nick, Monroe was knocked out. I'm in the broom cupboard... There's a lot of them, Sean! They're all Verrat and a few Reapers, and there was almost no warning. The only forewarning we had was your earlier phone call and Nick's hearing. He heard them coming, but not soon enough to do more than grab his gun and tell us to hide."
"Stay where you are, I'm on my way," Sean said. "Stay on the line with me." He got up and opened his office door and started barking orders, while his phone was still pressed to his ear. The officers in the bullpen scrambled to follow his orders, but they moved even faster when Nick's name was mentioned. The Captain was the first one out the door, followed closely behind by Hank and Wu, and an entire entourage of police officers.
It only took a few short minutes for close to thirty officers to weapon up and get on their way in speeding squad cars and loud sirens. The Captain was in the passenger seat of Hank's vehicle, since he wanted to stay on the line with Rosalee. He could hear the sounds of the fight continuing. Nick was obviously putting up quite the fight. He heard the telltale loud ringing shots of a Glock 22; Nick was firing his gun in rapid succession. Hopefully, he was hitting his targets, though Sean doubted the Grimm would have enough bullets for all of his opponents, if Rosalee's words were anything to go by. Sean wouldn't be surprised to find several dead bodies in Nick's home. He just hoped none of them were Nick. Although, he was certain the orders were to bring Nick in alive, but accidents happened.
He felt like the car was moving too slow, but glancing over, he saw that the speedometer read ninety miles per hour.
The fight sounds stopped on the other end of the line and Sean's heart faltered.
"Rosalee?" he asked.
"I'm still here," she whispered, her breathing was heavy with fear. There was a banging sound and Rosalee screamed and then the phone line cut out.
"Rosalee!" Sean shouted. He took the phone away from his ear and looked at Hank. "Drive faster!" Hank didn't need to be told twice, and he pushed the pedal to the floor.

TBC

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