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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

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
A/N:
I'm very sorry for the long wait.
Renard refused to cooperate in this chapter, and then I somehow lost interrest in writing for a long time after I got distracted by other hobbies.
The_Girl_Who_Escaped_Gallifrey19 on AO3 reminded me that I still haven't finished anything, so I got digging through my old files.
I'm still not happy with this chapter, but trieing more will not change that, I think it is as good as it will get, so I desided to just post it and be done with it.
The other 2 chapters are easier and I like them better, and they will follow soon.
Its not beta-readed, so there will be mistakes, but those are all mine :)

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With a sigh Monroe let himself into the empty house. Nick was safe down at the station, hopefully doing his paperwork.
And just doing paperwork.
Not crawling around the woods without backup or proper preparations, hunting down some killer who tries to murder careless Grimms who don't know the meaning of the word caution.
Really, how can a single Grimm get into so much trouble in such a short time, it's a surprise for him again and again.
How Nick is still alive, and with all limps firmly attached, is nothing short of a small miracle.
'He must have more than one guardian angel, because one of those fuckers can't do all the work alone...'
Deep in thought Monroe didn't even notice the other person occupying his living room until he heard someone clearing their throat.
Monroe nearly jumped out of his skin and woged, bearing his teeth at the intruder.
Not that said intruder seemed to be in any way impressed by the display of hostility.
No, the man who just entered his territory without permission calmly sat there in the huge recliner, not a single hair out of place even in the face of an angry Blutbad.
He managed to make the old brown leather chair look like it was a big throne, and he was granting an audience.
His suit was immaculately pressed, not one crease was in the expensive material, and the light blue shirt seemed to fit him like a second skin. The silky tie with its perfect knot was in stark contrast to the shirt, the polished shoes gleamed in the half-dark room.
Blue eyes stared coldly at the startled house owner, his hands folded under the sharp chin, legs crossed elegantly.
Monroe could see the clear outline of a gun under the jacket, and he knew there is at last one more gun in an ankle holster.
Not that this person needs a gun to take him out if they felt like it, as he knew perfectly well.
No, the Royal wouldn't need a gun. As a Zauberbiest, he could use all kind poisons and potions, or spells to get rid of people he wants be gone.
Zauberbiests and Hexenbiests are notorious clever and tricky opponents, you always have to watch you back when dealing with them, because an attack can come from every possible and impossible direction.
Involuntary he looked behind him, but there was no one there to jump him from behind.
Sean Renard raised an eyebrow in question.
But Monroe was not willing to explain his newest bout of paranoia and just squared his shoulders.
The Captain didn't say anything, and just looked around with an critical eye.
Looked over the pictures, and the different clocks on the wall.
The discarded shirt over the back of the couch, obvious by the size one of Nick's.
The two coffee mugs still in the sink from this morning.
The large hunting knife hanging besides a jeans jacket in the hall.
Nick's scent all over the place.
But then those sharp eyes fell on him, and stayed there.
Renard still made no sound, didn't move and just stared at him, and Monroe tried hard not to shift around.
There is nothing to feel guilty about, Nick is old enough to make his own decisions.
Even if he sometimes behaves like a teenager...
But maybe the Captain wasn't here for a shovel talk, and he just was too paranoid by now.
It could be any other reason.
If Nick was hurt, he would have heard of it by now, he was sure of it. He knew the other man well enough to know he wouldn't just sit there and stare at him when one of his subordinates was hurt on the job. He cared too much about his man for such games.
So there has to be another reason for his presence.
Maybe someone else got hurt, and all sighs pointed at a Blutbad, and he was here for information. But the he could have called him, or simply sent Nick over.
They see each other every day, the Grimm nearly lives here after all.
Of course Nick himself could always be in some other kind of trouble.
Surely his boss had not been very happy to get a call that his detective was thrown out of a window just a few days ago.
Yes, it was on the ground floor, he landed in a rosebush, and still held onto the Wesen to book him, but still.
A couple bruises and scratches on both cop and criminal were the result, nothing that a band-aid and time doesn't heal.
Or maybe it was because of the one time last week where Nick landed a river, and he left a smelly trail of muddy water from the entrance to the cells, and all the way to his desk.
But at last everyone could easily find Nick that day, even without a special sense of smell.
It could also be about the wild chase through the woods on a borrowed bike where Nick tried to hit the fleeing killer with his Kanabo.
Really, there could be so, so many reasons for Sean Renard to sit here in the living room.
"So. You and Nick Burkhardt."
And of course, this is the reason.
Not Nick's reckless behavior when chasing after violent criminals.
Not his weird luck to always get find trouble around every corner.
Not his love for hitting things with his spiky bat.
No, their relationship.
"Yes. Me and Nick Burkhardt."
Because really, what else was he supposed to say.
"Nick is one of my best detectives."
"He is also a very competent Grimm. He asks a lot of questions, even if some of them are stupid, he doesn't just thinks a Wesen is guilty of something just because they are Wesen, and he doesn't just hunts them all like is aunt. Or his mother."
Monroe shuddered. As always, just thinking of the two women who raised his beautiful, crazy Grimm gives him the creeps, and he wants nothing more than to lock the door and nail all the windows shut.
Everything to keep those two harpies as far away from him as possible...
If Renard notices his reaction, he doesn't say anything about it.
"I respect Nick, as Grimm and as detective, so I wouldn't bother you with what I will do to you if you mess this up and break his heart.
You know who I am, you know what I am, and you know what I can do.
I don't think I have to say any more than that: You wouldn't be the first one to vanish without a trace."
With that he stood up and stopped in front of the Blutbad.
"So, for your own sake, I hope you never give me a reason to vanish you. It would be easy for me and very painful for you. You wouldn't even see me coming."
He straitened his jacket, gave one last look around the room, and stalked without another world out of the door.
Monroe wondered for a moment, how the man even got into the house in the first place, but then he shock his head. So not the point right now.
"Okay, at last it is over, and it can't get any worse."
Famous last words, as the saying goes.
Not that Monroe knows that at this moment.
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