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A Grimm Visit	By : AkumaKawa Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N This is a semi-finished product. Andy, one of my betas disappeared on me. It's been a month since I heard from her and Anna my other beta suggested I might as well post what we worked on and we can always edit it later when Andy comes back.

I debated on splitting this into two or three chapters, but I said to hell with it and just posted this really long one. Enjoy.

Chapter 10 is still being written. It goes back to Stiles pov. It is what happens to him from the moment that he gets off the phone with Derek to the point that he is found. It will be graphic because the kidnappers are not nice people and they don't want a ransom.

As always, let me know what you think and if you want I'm cool with any of you making a fanfic out of this fanfic or drawing me pretty artwork. Really, you have permission to do just about anything with it as long as you credit me. :D

A Grimm Visit

Chapter 9

Nick was working late in the office going over paperwork for a case when a call came in. Because calls are so common, Nick wasn't paying much attention, focusing on his paperwork and letting it blend into white noise. It was out of his mind which is why when there was a flurry of panic as the officer who answered the phone called over a detective and it cascaded from officer to officer as information was passed it took Nick by surprise.

At first, Nick was unsure what was going on, what could possibly cause this much attention and action that was causing the commotion. He saw the officer who answered the phone hurry past him and he called out at him asking what was going on. Something had to be seriously wrong for this kind of action after the phone call, but there was nothing about it on the police radio. What's going on?

Running through Nick's mind was every possible horror situation of a cop's nightmare and he couldn't decide which he would prefer to face as he waited the few seconds for the officer to answer his question. However, the visions he was running through his mind where somehow nowhere near the truth of the situation as the unnerved officer told Nick that the visiting Sheriff from California went back to his hotel after working on a case and found the room sacked. Blood was spattered around on the walls and his son was nowhere to be found. They think it's a kidnapping and it might be connected to the case the Sheriff was working on.

It shamefully took Nick several seconds to a minute to recall that the smart mouthed hyperactive klutz that went toe to toe with his snark and sarcasm with Hank was the Sheriff's kid they were talking about. Is the Sheriff's kid, his conscious corrected in a fleeting bit of hope. Is.

Nick took a deep breath as he recalled the kid and how he earned Hank's nod of approval. He has a strange name, a nick name, based on his last name. Sounded something Polish. Stilinski. Stiles. That's it, Stiles Stilinski.

There are several types of cases that cops dread more than others. One of them is working on a case involving someone they know. It is especially bad if it is someone they are considerably close to. Because they start to wonder if this was something that could have been prevented if only they knew the person better, if they were aware of the situation, if the person had trusted them enough to come to them for help.

The very worst thing a cop dreads is cases with kids in them and this case had both a kid involved and a case concerning a person he knows. A kid, a cop's kid was kidnapped from his hotel room that is now sprayed with blood. Not only will this be a big case in involving multiple police departments, politicians like the mayor and even the governors of both states, but it will be a media circus. Not to mention the FBI becoming involved because it's a kidnapping case.

Situations like this and it's an all-hands-on-deck issue so Nick grabs his stuff, gets the address from an officer passing on orders, and heads towards the hotel hoping he can do something to turn this around. Hoping that the worst hasn't happened and he and Hank aren't soon going to get a call alerting them to the kid's body being found. He wants to find this kid alive. He really wants to.

Walking down the stairs, Nick is already on his phone calling Hank to inform him about the situation that a cop's kid was kidnapped and the fact that it was little Stiles with his running mouth and flailing body. Officially they weren't called in yet on the case, but they had met the kid before and knew what he looked like. It would help in the search until they can get a picture out distributed to the other officers.

Time was critical here. Every minute, every hour that passed made it that much closer to changing the kid's fate from that of a kidnapping to a kidnapping and murder. It's unknown if the kidnappers know who they kidnapped – that he's a cop's kid and all that attention that will be brought to the case – or if it was just a grab of opportunity. It's unknown when the kidnappers find out that Stiles is a cop's kid that they will just kill him to save themselves the trouble of dealing with him passing on information to the cops and feds and the risk of being captured. So many kidnapping victims are killed because of situations like that.

A block away from the hotel and Nick can see the lights flashing from the various police cars, ambulance, and police personnel. Even before the moment he steps into the lobby, Nick spots several cops here and there talking to the hotel staff and guests. The walk towards the elevators at the back of the lobby was filled with the white noise of the cops talking to the witnesses.

The moment he steps off the elevator Nick finds Hank waiting by it. Nick could tell he wanted to be here now as much as he did and was putting off the inevitable of facing the room by waiting for him. Nick walks down the hall passing several uniformed cops, forensics techs, and other personnel. Some he recognized, others he didn't. Must be from other stations.

The atmosphere of the hallway was strange. With the amount of people in a small enclosed area you would think it would be loud but it was actually quiet as everyone spoke in a tone just above whispering as they conversed with each other and conducted interviews with the guests to see if they heard or saw anything.

Everything so quiet, so still, that to Nick the very act of walking across the carpeted floor was audible to his ears. The few looks in people's eyes as he passed them told him the story, there was a feeling of pessimism in the air as if they were all attending a wake.

It didn't bode well for the kid, Stiles, his name is Stiles. You have to keep this in mind Nick. He's not just some case. He's someone you know and you have to think he's still alive out there.

It's when Nick gets to the room in question that he understands why everyone was so quiet and why their eyes were filled with somberness. They don't think Stiles is alive. God, he's just a kid! What the hell did he do to deserve this?!

Looking into the room Nick can see Sheriff Stilinski talking with a uniformed cop he doesn't recognize, however, his attention, is constantly looking to the left at the floor . There's a good sized puddle of blood in the Sheriff's view. The techs have measuring tools out and are taking pictures of it. On the wall there is a small splatter of blood and the door has a smeared hand-print dragged across the front. Not good.

Nick takes a short breath of air and glances at Stilinski's eyes and all he can see is a father who knows something horrible has happened to his son. The years on the force give him the stark knowledge that more than likely his son won't be coming back and it shows in the dark shadows that eat at the iris in his eyes, filling them with sorrow.

Nick clenches his hand tight. He hates moments like these. It's not just the notification of the family members but as well as not being able to comfort the family. His son is gone, their hotel room is trashed, and there is blood, a lot of blood. They can't even give the father some hope that his son will be returned to him, because they all know the statistics, the reality of the situation that they are looking at. There is no ransom note, there has been no phone call, and they don't even know if this was a kidnapping or something else, something worse.

Nick liked Stiles. Liked him and knows in all likely-hood he and Hank were going to be investigating his murder. Damnit.

Nick takes a deep calming breath. He needs to distance himself from this. He can't over sympathize here and get lost in the emotions of the victim's family. He needs to keep his mind and focus clear to help find the boy...alive or dead.

Hopefully alive.

Nick glances at Hank, sees him meet his eyes in a resolved state and they quietly put on the slippers and gloves and walk into the room.

At the moment they are the highest ranked officers in the room and to put off talking to Stilinski they take a look at the evidence and talk to the techs and the uniformed officers who were the first arrivals. Stilinski has finished talking to the uniformed officer and is just staring at the blood on the wall as the techs work on it.

Stilinski seems to be in the strange limbo of being aware of everything and nothing at all, shock. He looks like a man who is facing his very worst nightmare and he can't wake himself up.

It's his job to talk to victims and their families while the trauma and memories are fresh. It's his job to make sure he has all the facts. Even so, for this moment, Nick feels like he is an intrusive asshole to force this distressed father through the questioning once more. But it's his job and it's the only way to find Stiles, so he swallows his feelings and musters on.

The questions come slow and the answers even slower and haltingly as Stilinski has problems keeping his emotions away, tears coming to his eyes, and he finds it difficult to speak. Nick can tell by looking at him that he doesn't think his son is coming back, that he's dead somewhere and they may never find his body. He's barely holding up.

Nick is about to ask another question when Hank catches his attention. "Excuse me one moment, Sheriff Stilinski."

Nick walks off to where Hank is standing not quite in front of the door. "And?" Hank asks. Nicks shakes his head, "Not him." Hank sighs in relief.

It always makes Nick feel a little bit like a heel when he is looking at the victims' family members as suspects of the crime and to even interrogate them in their time of grieving but they have to make sure they know everything they can and to find the person responsible. It's even worse when it's one of their own, a fellow brother or sister in blue because they know what you are doing and why.

"So, if not him, then whom?" Hank wonders out-loud.

Nick shakes his head, "I don't know." He looks back at Stilinski then at the puddle on the floor. "It could be the suspect in the case, but it seems like he doesn't know he's a suspect yet so how can he make a move on a family member of one of the cops investigating? Why choose the visiting Sheriff? Why not someone local? It's not like all the other cops are single and childless either."

"I know," Hank comments. "It doesn't make sense." Hank looks around the room. "The room is pretty messed up. Like a big fight took place. The kid fought back. Do we know yet if the blood is all his?"

"The techs haven't finished collecting the blood samples and they don't have anything to compare it to yet."

"So it could be his." Hank reiterates.

Nick shakes his head. "I don't think so."

"Oh?" Hank questions.

"The hand-print smear across the door I think might be his. But some of the others I think are of his attackers." Nick points to the furniture around the front of the room by the door. "I think he heard them or knew they were coming and barricaded the door with what he could and then armed himself with a weapon of some sort."

"A barricade?" Hank inquires as he looks over at the door where the furniture would have been piled up and then to where the furniture ended up. "It looks pushed back pretty far, if it was one."

Nick nods, agreeing with Hank, the barricade was pushed quite a ways away from the door. "Which suggests there was more than one attacker, probably several, and they are strong. You saw that door just like I did. If the door jam didn't break off I think the hinges would have come off. There was a lot of force against the door."

Hank agrees with Nick but one thing just doesn't make sense. "Why didn't anyone hear anything?"

Hank's right. There should have been noise complaints. The amount of force it would take to break in the door plus move the barricade like that... It would take several hits over and over and the sound would be loud. Why didn't anyone hear anything? "I don't know. They had to make a lot of noise when they busted in. It couldn't have happened that fast, could it?" Nick questions.

"I–" Hank starts to speak but is interrupted by a uniform officer letting them know that the Captain is on the floor.

Nick looks at Hank, Stilinski, the rest of the room, and then back at the door and the remains of the barricade. He has a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.

Captain Renard walks through the door. Nick sees him pause as he takes in the damage, blood, and finally the lost father staring at the wall. He walks up to Nick, "Situation?"

Nick's answers are quick, strong, completely professional and utterly removed from the feelings of worry and despair that are running rampant inside of him. "From what we can tell it looks like the kid barricaded himself in the room. Possibly had a weapon of some sort and when his attackers came through the door he fought back. We think at least some of the blood is his attackers as well, but we won't know that until lab is back."

Hank chimes in. "So far, what the witnesses are saying that is that they didn't hear anything."

The Captain looks at them both in stupefaction with disbelief in his tone. "Nothing? At all? With the door looking like that?"

Nick nods. "I know sir, but that's what they are saying."

"Scared?" It's a possibility that there actually are witnesses and they are too terrified to report anything. It is something Nick has considered.

Hank, who was the one talking to the uniforms who handled the questioning of the hotel residents nearby dispels that thought. "Possibly, but it seems genuine."

The Captain takes that into consideration. It might be true. They might not have been around when it happened. "Do we know when this happened?"

"Between the hours of 6pm and 12am sir," Nick answers. "That's the last confirmation that anyone has on the whereabouts of the boy and when the Sheriff arrived at his hotel room." It's a big time-frame that the crime could take place in. They need to narrow it down.

Captain Renard nods his head as he takes in the information. "No one else called it in?"

Nick and Hank give the answer together. "No sir."

Nick adds in information as he catches his Captain up on the case. "Sheriff Stilinski said that when he got to the door he didn't notice anything off until he lifted his hand up to unlock his door and saw the blood. The door swung open as it didn't lock back when the suspects shut it."

The Captain scrutinies the door and then the rest of the room in one quick glance. "So they barge in, subdue and take the kid, then shut the door and walk off down the hall with no witnesses?"

"From what we can gather, that is what happened sir," Hank answers, the confusion evident.

"I find that hard to believe." Captain Renard speaks the statement that they all know is the truth. How could this happen with no one to witness anything? Was it time-frame? Was there really no one around during that time to hear the door being busted in, the loud ruckus as Stiles fought back, and then saw nothing as the kidnappers carried his body out of the room after taking the care to shut the door?

Nick nods his head as Hank speaks. "As do we Captain, but it's all we have to go on."

"Do we have any suspects?" Nick knows what the Captain wants. If they had suspects then there is a chance they can recover the kid and, hopefully, in a timely manner.

Hank looks at Nick and Nick answers the Captain's question. "There is one possibility but I don't think it's likely."

"Oh?" The Captain questions.

Nick glances at Hank. It's a long shot but it's still possible. "The suspect in the case that the Sheriff is working on."

"Ah, yes him." Captain Renard nods his head once. "You don't think it's him because? "The Captain's implicit question lingers as he waits for the answer.

"It doesn't make sense," Nick answers. "Why the visiting Sheriff’s kid? Why not some of the other detectives or officers' who are working the case? Who have worked the case longer? There has been no contact between the suspect and the Sheriff and there has been no facsimile of contact made to any members of the police departments that were working the victims cases. Nothing. So why now? Why Portland?"

"Yes, there is that," Captain Renard concedes. "But it could be that he knows about the case and how close they are to making an arrest."

"They're close?" That's news to Nick. The last he heard about the case they were stuck on the differences in the choice of victims and whether or not there was one murderer or a team working together.

"Yes, we were discussing it earlier today and going over the evidence." The Captain looks towards Stilinski briefly. "The Sheriff has an interesting solution to our suspect profile problem and we were talking to experts about it today. There is an undercover on the suspect, tailing him, and they plan on making the arrest tomorrow when the warrant comes in."

Nick looks at Hank. That would certainly be motive for a kidnapping. "You think the suspect knows?"

Captain Renard pauses for a bit as he thinks about it. "I wouldn't put it out of the realm of possibility. Not on so delicate a matter as this."

Nick notices the pause and pounces. "Do you honestly think that he knows and we should pursue him, Captain?"

Renard looks at the Sheriff and around the room at the damage. "Several attackers?"

"From what we gather, yes," Hank answers as he nods his head once.

Captain Renard sighs. Nick doesn't know if it is a hopeful or resigned sigh. "The suspect works alone."

Resigned then. Unknown kidnappers makes the situation worse. Even if it seems odd to hope that a sexually deviant serial killer has kidnapped a cop's kid in a bid to put pressure on the investigation. "So we are looking for another connection then?"

The Captain shakes his head slightly and just once. "I wouldn't say that. He might have called in some favors or paid someone."

"But, again. The question becomes why this kid?" This still doesn't make sense to Nick. Even if it was the Sheriff who came to the Captain with the new theory. How could the suspect know that? Is there a mole in the office? But there has been no signs of one previously. Why Stiles?

"I agree, it doesn't make sense. But we can't take the chance we are wrong here." The Captain reiterates. It may seem a waste of precious resources to focus on or refuse to eliminate the serial killer suspect as the primary possible perpetrator for the kidnapping but they just can't take the chance that they might have been missed something and be wrong. Stiles is depending on them to figure this out.

"Captain?" Hank and Nick ask as they await orders on what to do next.

Captain Renard looks at Stilinski for a few seconds and then turns to their conversation. "I'll check with the undercover officer and uniforms we have sitting on his place of residence, see if the suspect did anything odd and get a warrant to check if he contacted anyone. Meanwhile you two will see if someone else could be responsible and why they chose the kid."

Hank and Nick answer quick and firm. "Got it."

The Captain looks behind Hank's shoulder to the door and the hallway beyond it. "Do we have any idea how they got out of the hotel or if there is a possibility they are still in the hotel?"

Nick looks to Hank as he answers. "Not yet, we are checking the stairwells, elevators, and the various side entrances. We are also going room by room on this floor and the next one up and down. We plan on going through the rest after that. We're saying that we're checking to see if they heard or saw any disturbances but we are also checking to see if anyone of them might be the kidnappers."

Nick picks up as he brings up the blood trail. "We're also going on the assumption that there might be blood drops in the carpet that we can follow. We're just waiting for the techs to get the spray and lights out to see if there is a trail."

"Estimate?" Captain Renard questions as he looks at his wrist for the time.

Hank answers since he was one who talked to the techs. "They said they will get to it as soon as they are done with the preliminary in here. They sent one of the interns back to get more of the spray for the hall carpet."

"I see." Captain Renard voices.

Nick decides that now is the time to bring up his theory. "Captain, I want to go take a look to see if I can figure out the path they took. The kid was most likely alive when they left considering the blood smear on the door."

The Captain looks at Nick with his full attention. "You think it's his?"

Nick nods. "It looks to be about the same size as his hand print from what we gather."

"And?" Captain Renard queries.

Nick has a slight grin on his face. "I think he did it on purpose."

"Why?" Nick thinks that the Captain knows or suspects he knows and is just waiting for Nick to confirm his own conclusions about Stiles and how he would handle this situation.

"He's a cop's kid. He knows how we think. He knows we are going to look for any kind of evidence and he knows getting the suspects DNA at the scene is important. I think he injured his kidnappers and left us a trail to follow." Nick knows it would be what he would do. What he would tell anyone to do when there is no chance of escape.

Hank cuts in, agreeing with Nick. "It sounds plausible Captain. The kid is smart. He's the type to think ahead and plan out for contingencies."

Nick picks up from that thought and gestures with his hand towards the door and the remains of the barricade. "He barricaded himself in this room. That gives us an idea that he knew they or someone was coming after him." Nick then glances at Stilinski. "The Sheriff also told me that Stiles gets himself into trouble back home, a lot. He just seems to attract it and it's usually due to him being nosy."

Captain Renard looks at Nick as he thinks this through. "So you think he witnessed something and knew he was in trouble? But why not tell his dad?"

Nick shakes his head confused. "I'm not sure. Maybe he was trying to protect him?"

"Protect him from what?" The Captain questions. What could the son be protecting his father from?

Nick looks at Hank. "We don't know. All we know is that they are the only family they have and if he thought his dad couldn't handle it he wouldn't get him involved."

Renard sighs. "Something his dad couldn't handle?" The thought doesn't bode well for the mess that the kid found himself in. "That doesn't sound promising. Do we know if this has something to do with the trouble he gets into at home?"

Nick shakes his head once. "So far, we can't tell. The Sheriff says he will make some calls to see if Stiles' friends know anything." That's the best they can do to check on the information. If other cops start calling Stiles' friends then it might spook them and if they are involved then it might tip off the kidnappers. They can't risk that.

Captain Renard picks up on what Nick is thinking and voices it. "But we can't count on that."

"No, sir," Hank and Nick speak together.

The Captain looks at Stilinski standing still in that same spot looking at the blood on the wall. "I'll take over as lead investigator here and talk to the Sheriff to see if he might be holding something back. We'll need to find out where the kid has been going in the city during the week if he did witness something or if anyone was following him. You two, go track down the blood trail if you can and follow it wherever it goes. Let me know what happens."

"Captain." Nick and Hank speak together as they confirm the order. They turn and walk away.

Once they reach the hallway Hank asks, "You think the kid is alive?"

"Don't you?" Nick questions Hank back as Hank decides to turn to the right and walk down the hallway.

"A little, yeah." Hank admits. "But realistically, it doesn't look good if he is or isn't. Some of this blood has to be his and we don't know what type of injury he has."

"I know," Nick concedes. It's a thought that has been bouncing in the back of his mind. "But I have this feeling."

"Oh." Hank looks at Nick waiting for him to give him details.

"He's still alive. They want something from him," Nick admits.

"So not just a nosy witness?" Hank asks Nick in a pseudo statement.

"Maybe, maybe not." Nick isn't too sure himself. Stiles seems the type to wind up in trouble, but has enough brains to know how to get himself out of it. Probably by blabbing his mouth and confusing those around him into letting him go. But this? This is an unknown. So many things don't make sense here, the only possible reason they could have to grab Stiles is because they want something from him or people who know him.

"Then what do they want from him?" Hank asks bringing voice to Nick's own thoughts.

"I don't know." After those final words from Nick the conversation drops and they continue the walk in silence looking at the walls and floor for drops of blood.

Several minutes pass and they reach a bend in the hallway. So far as they can see there is no deviation to show that they stopped or went into a room, but that doesn't mean they didn't. Nick and Hank glance at each other and decide to follow the hallway's path. "Nick, does that look a little more red than the carpet's color?"

Nick looks at where Hank is pointing. "It does seem a little more darker then the rest."

"You think it's blood?" Hank inquires.

"It could be," Nick concurs. "What do you think?"

"I think we should follow this and see if we run into any more dark red spots on the carpet." Hank states as he continues looking at the red spot in the carpet. He then starts to continue the inspection of the rest of the carpet, walking slowly down the hallway after placing a little piece of blue tape by the red splot.

"Agreed. I'll let the Captain know that we may have found something." Nick calls the Captain. "Captain, we're at the bend in the hallway near room 420 we think we may have found a drop of blood. Hank and I are going to follow it."

Captain Renard's voice comes in clear and calm over the phone with no hint of any emotion. "I'll send some people there to test the drop. Let me know if you find anymore."

"Understood," Nick states as he ends the call.

Nick turns and walks up to Hank a few doors down from the possible blood spot. "Captain is sending some techs to look at the spot. He wants us to continue on and keep him updated."

Hank points ahead towards the end of the hallway. "Nick, I think there is a stairwell in this direction if I recall correctly from the emergency exit layout plaque they had on the wall a few doors back."

Nick looks towards where Hank is pointing and thinks back to the plaque that Hank is talking about. "So we have the possible exit they took."

"Maybe," Hank answers uncertain as they all are about everything to do with this case. Too many questions and not near enough answers. All they have thus far are maybes on everything to do with it.

"Let's continue checking the carpet and see where it leads us." Nick suggests as they continue the inspection.

A few doors from there they spot more suspicious blood drops this time in successive order. Nick calls in to the Captain to update him and they continue on. When they reach room 410 they realize that Hank is right and they are near a stairwell. Nick checks it out while Hank calls in to the Captain. The moment that Nick opens the stairwell door he knows that this is the one they took. The blood drops are more easily seen on the concrete floor compared to the red carpet and they lead down. Nick lets Hank know and he walks slowly down the steps with his gun in his hand. He makes sure that each step he takes is as quiet as he can possibly make it. He has no idea what is waiting for him at the end of the stairs and he has to be ready for anything.

Hank catches up to him shortly and they walk slowly as silent as they can be down the steps. They reach the third floor and there is a slight smear of blood on the wall next to the railing. Nick can't be sure but he thinks the smear is fingerprints. Nick nods his head to it to indicate to Hank the blood smear and Hank acknowledges it with a nod of his head, the look on his face getting grim.

They continue down the stairs following the drops of blood all the way down to the first floor and go back into a hallway with red carpet. They don't see anyone near them and Hank radios the Captain to let him know what they found while Nick tries to figure out which direction they went.

"Which direction?" Hank queries as he walks up to Nick who is squatting looking at the carpet. Both of them have their guns out and are looking about but no one is around, no sounds can be heard, and the red carpet makes it difficult to see the blood drops.

"I'm not sure. It's hard to tell." Nick states as he looks at the red trying to find the bright spots that let him know where they went. "I think they ran for it once they reached here because I can't find any immediate blood spots."

Hank nods. It makes sense. "We're near an exit. Think we should go into that direction?"

"Would be my best guess if I was looking for a quick exit." So they turn left and head in that direction, following the hallway.

The walk to the side exit is slow as they look for signs of blood and keep their ears peeled for any sign of disturbance. Most likely the suspects left but that could be what they want them to think while they plan another escape route.

After several rooms they finally find a spot of blood. It looks as if they are going in the right direction. Then after a few more rooms they see more drops of blood. The best sign that they are going in the right direction is the dark red hand-print on the wall next to the exit door. Unlike the others there is practically no smears in it. Nick can see the fingerprints of the hand that made it. If he had to take a guess he would say that it was Stiles'.

Hank radios the Captain with the new development and Nick opens the door. There is no alarm as it is a common exit for the hotel guests. It's dark out here with only a few lights above the door, barely enough to see anything with. The streetlight across the hotel is blinking on and off like it has a short. There doesn't seem to be anyone in the vicinity. There are a few vehicles parked nearby but that's it. Overall, it's a very dark, quiet, and spooky atmosphere. The perfect place to park a vehicle to idle while a crew goes in and kidnaps someone.

A cold pit of ice drops into Nick's stomach as reality sets in.

Turning Nick sees Hank meet his eyes and they both look back at the street in front of them.

This is where their trail is going to get cold. They have no idea what vehicle was waiting. They could have already switched it out for another one by now. There doesn't seem to be any surveillance cameras in the area or any possible witnesses either.

With most kidnappings the one kidnapped is usually used as leverage for the kidnappers to get what they wanted from those who would want the kidnappee back, typically money. Here, though, it seems what they wanted was Stiles and with no ransom note or phone call the chances of Stiles coming back home to his dad unharmed or at all has considerably dropped.

It wasn't long after Hank contacted the Captain about the confirmation that the kidnappers left the hotel that Nick thought about how odd things were about it. Why didn't anyone see anything? Hear anything? How could the door be that bashed in with no one realizing that anything was happening? It would take Nick or Hank at least 10 minutes to bash in that door even more if you consider the furniture that Stiles put up against the door to barricade it. And yet, not only was the door smashed in quickly but the barricade was pushed far away from the door. No human could do that. No human... And with that a new fear began to sprout in Nick. Because if it wasn't humans who did this then it was Wesen and if it was Wesen he had no idea why they would pick Stiles to kidnap. A Wesen kidnapping ring? It could be possible. Monroe will know.

Nick wanted to contact Monroe right away to talk to him about Stiles and the kidnappers possibly being Wesen, but the Captain requested him and Hank back to the station.

On the drive to the station Nick tried to call Monroe, it went to voice mail. "Monroe, this is Nick. I need to talk to you right away. Contact me as soon as possible."

When Nick arrived at the station he noticed that everyone – from desk clerks, interns, undercover and uniformed officers, to detectives – were in the room.

Nick had an idea of what was about to happen and knew that some others knew what was going on as well, but most of the men and women in the room were called up in the middle of the night for this assignment and this was the moment that they were going to be told what happened and what their assignment is to be.

For the moment everyone was just milling around gossiping and trying to find out what was going on, why they were called up, and where the Captain was.

One thing that Nick noticed as he waited for the Captain to come out for his speech was that there was no press, journalists, or known local bloggers in the room. For investigation updates it's not that unusual, but Nick also noticed that when he came up to the building that there was no media vans outside the building or media personnel in the building.

Captain Renard came out of his office and walked up to the front of the room. His voice was strong and carried through the room, "I know that some of you have been here since the moment the call came in while the rest of you were on your night off or possibly woken up with only a few hours sleep before your shift starts. You all must be wondering why you are here. Tonight one of our own's son was taken from the room he was staying in by an unknown and violent group. We do not know if this has to do with a current investigation taking place led by the young man's father or if he attracted the attention of his kidnappers by witnessing something."

Nick noticed how quiet the room became when the heard the words, 'one of our own's son was taken' and became even quieter at, 'by an unknown and violent group.' A quick look around the room showed the serious and stark faces of everyone listening to the Captain speak. Too close, much too close.

The Captain continued, "This is what we do know. Stiles Stilinski aged 16 – only child to Sheriff Stilinski of Beacon Hills Sheriff Department – was staying at The Linda in room 447 for the past 5 days while his father was working on a shared case with a couple of our detectives. He often left the hotel and went to a local cafe called Dingo Baby and to the local library. He returned to the hotel at a quarter to six according to his room's key card. From there what we know is that sometime between that and 12:14am when his father arrived to the hotel, Stilinski was taken, violently, from the room."

There was a little stir in the room as the men and women wanted to know how someone could be taken violently from a hotel room and no one report it for hours. Surely someone heard something, right? Captain Renard was undeterred by the unasked questions stirring in the minds of his people and continued, "As of now, there have been no witnesses who have come forward having seen or heard anything. We do not know if this is genuine or if they were threatened or intimidated by the attackers. What we do know is that between these hours several people, most likely male, stormed the room that Stilinski was in and forcibly dragged him out. In the ensuing fight there was blood split. It is our assumption that Stilinski – for whatever purpose, knew that people were coming for him as he barricaded himself in the hotel room – was armed and fought back and injured his attackers. Blood samples were taken and tests are being done to see if we can possibly ID the attackers. At this point, however, we cannot count on that as the least time consuming tests will take hours and we need to move quickly. From what we gathered, this is a kidnapping but there has been no ransom sent. That means that Stilinski was either their primary target or they took him to get information. At this point it is hard to say."

Out of the corner of his eye Nick noticed a few officers getting anxious. Captain Renard's eyes flicked to them and then back to the room, "We believe this to be a planned operation. We are not counting on a ransom coming anytime soon and thus we find ourselves in a stuck position of having a violent kidnapping crew with their hostage and having no idea who they are, what they want, why they took Stilinski–" It was at this point that a catch popped up in the Captain's voice as he spoke the next words, "nor if Stilinski is currently alive now or can be retrieved alive."

The room went silent and still like a graveyard with no one speaking or moving. The realization that they may not in fact be working a kidnapping case but a kidnapping and murder case of a cop's kid hit everyone hard. All the evidence they have gathered won't help them find the kidnappers and save Stiles – life isn't like the CSI TV shows, the tests take time, too much time to be worth anything when every minute counts – but they will be used to prosecute the kidnapper for their crimes, if they are able to apprehend them.

The quiet only lasted a minute or so but it felt much longer before their Captain's steady and strong voice filled the room once more, "I've been in touch with the FBI and they will be arriving shortly to help us out. In the meantime, I will be leading the investigation. Needless to say, we will go radio silent on this. We do not want this information to get out to the media since we don't know how the kidnappers will react. We need to canvas the area in the long-shot that someone saw several men dragging a teenaged boy into a vehicle and driving off. In the interim, I want to know what Stilinski was doing during the past five days. Where did he go besides the cafe and the library? Who did he talk to? What did he do while there? What did he eat and drink? Did he take the same path everyday? Was he being followed? We need to know everything we can in order to find this kid. Dismissed."

After Captain Renard dismissed everyone, Nick noticed that he was looking at him in an expectant manner and walked up to him awaiting a debriefing and new orders. The Captain turned and walked back to his office and Nick followed him.

Nick walks in nodding at Hank already standing in front of the Captain's desk and takes his place near to him. Captain Renard walks around to his desk and sits down. "Do we have any updates?"

Nick looked towards Hank and watched him shake his head. He thought about Stiles and his hometown and decided to ask the question that has been on his mind."Have we out ruled that this has something to do with Stiles and his tendency to get into trouble in Beacon Hills?"

Captain Renard shook his head. "Sheriff Stilinski is trying to get a hold of Stiles' friends. He hasn't told them what happened but asked if Stiles has been getting into more trouble lately than he usually has. According to him they denied it, but he's checking up with his deputies. So far, though, he doesn't believe this has anything to do with Beacon Hills. He thinks that Stiles saw something and gained attention from people he shouldn't have. It seems to happen quite often back home."

Hank utters a low mummer then asks, "Are we sure this isn't tied to the case his father was working on?"

"I checked in with the uniforms I had placed outside the suspect's home and the undercover who was tailing him, the suspect has been at home the whole time. The warrant is still in the process of getting approved. I do not expect it not to take much longer since there is a possible kidnapping incident that might have something to do with it. However, my instinct tells me this has nothing to do with it."

Nick sighs. "So we have a noisy, inquisitive, hyperactive teenager walking around several blocks in Portland around The Linda for the past five days and he somehow sees something and attracts someone's attention who then decides to kidnap the teenager. For what? To keep him quiet? Give them something?"

The Captain places his head on his steepled hands. It's his best guess as well and he has no idea who, what, where, or how. Nor how all of this ties into Stilinski's son.

Nick thinks back to the room and how fast the kidnapping went down. "Doesn't the break in at the hotel seem a little too professional for something like that?"

Captain Renard and Hank turn to look at Nick, wondering where he was going with this. "What do you mean?"

Nick sighs trying to find the words to explain what he thinks might have happened. "Are we sure that he witnessed anything at all? That it's not about something else?"

Captain Renard sits back in his chair and gives Nick the 'go on' gesture wanting to know more about what Nick was thinking. "Are we sure he didn't just gain the attention of some trafficking crew?"

"Human trafficking?" Hank asks a little taken back by the theory.

Nick nods. "Yeah, I mean." Nick pauses thinking of which words to use to express his thoughts. "He fits a type doesn't he? A twink, right?"

Hank mouths the words, 'twink.' It wasn't something he thought about at first from meeting him. Yet, thinking back on it he does seem to fit the type. Hank nods his head, "Yeah, I think he does."

Captain Renard leans forward once more and clasps his hands together underneath his jaw, thinking. "So what you are saying is that while walking around Portland he might have gained the attention of some trafficking recruiters? How?"

Nick shrugs. "For all we know he bumped into one of them on the street and complimented them on their eyes, like he did you sir." Nick still has a slight grin at that memory. It was one of the most priceless and incredible moments in his life. The look on everyone's face but especially that of his Captain. "It doesn't take much to gain their attention, you just have to look a certain way and be vulnerable to being snatched."

The Captain's eye twitched at the reminder of the compliment that Stiles paid him when they first met. Nick couldn't tell if it was aggravation at the reminder of the embarrassing moment or something else. He nodded his head though in agreement with Nick. "It is not outside the realm of possibility, is it?"

"No sir," Nick agreed. "Millions of people go missing every year and tens of thousands of them wind up in traffickers hands."

"So, we're saying that while on one of his jaunts to the café or library he ran into a recruiter and gained their attention? So then what, they just followed him back to the hotel and snatched him?" Hank questioned Nick.

"It sounds plausible, right?" Nick reiterated.

"It does," Hank agreed. "But how did he know they were coming after him? Remember he barricaded the door?"

The Captain looked at Nick as he expected an answer. It was his theory after all. "The kid is smart. You saw it as well Hank. He's aware of things and his dad's a Sheriff. I'm sure he taught him how to recognize if you're being followed."

"Be that as it may," Captain Renard began, "why not contact his father?"

Nick shrugged. He didn't know. Why wouldn't the kid contact his father about traffickers or creepy people following him? Unless, did he know they were Wesen? Or did he just sense there was something off about them? "I don't know, but it's a theory worth perusing don't you agree? After all, I doubt they meant to take a cop's kid. Which means that if they find out then..."

"...it won't end well for the kid," Hank continued, finishing Nick's thought.

"No it won't," the Captain agreed. "Do you have any sources that you can check out this theory on?"

Thinking of Monroe and the possibility that this is tied to Wesen Nick replied, "I think so."

"And?" The Captain queried.

Nick thinks back quickly on how to answer this without bringing in the possible supernatural aspect of the case. "It's not a definite source but I think they might have an idea of who to contact to find out if there was something like that going on in Portland. I tried to contact them earlier, but they haven't returned my call yet. I was planning on dropping by their place to talk to them."

Captain Renard then looked towards Hank. "I have a guy who might work with some people who know about this sort of thing. He should be able to find out something as well."

The Captain looks back out at the squad room, thinking, and then glances back at the two detectives before him. Nick notices a strange look in his eye as he looks at him. "Check out those leads and get back to me."

Nick and Hank nodded their heads and then walked out the door.

The room was buzzing as cops moved to and fro carrying coffee, paperwork, talking to other personnel, and on the phone as they chased down leads. Hank and Nick walked to their desks, Nick gathered his things, nodded his goodbye to Hank as he sat down to call his source, and Nick walked out of the room.

With his cellphone in his hand he tried once more to call Monroe and was again sent to voicemail. Resigning himself to dropping by Monroe's Nick got in his vehicle and drove off.

It was in the middle of the night and not quite the early morning hours yet, but it was still dark and traffic was minimum as Nick arrived to Monroe's less than thirty minutes later. He took a deep breath trying to push his worry about Stiles away, poor kid, and got out of his vehicle and knocked on Monroe's door. It was several minutes before Monroe opened the door.

"Nick what are you doing here? It's in the middle of the night in case you didn't know." Monroe spoke in a terse manner as he opened the door.

"I know," Nick answers. "I tried calling you a couple of times. I need your help."

"When do you ever not need my help?" Monroe snaps back. "What is it?" He asks in a terse manner. Knows it probably has something to do with him constantly questioning him about Grimm related things and bugging him at all hours of day and night. He's still upset about the Pilates thing.

Nick takes a breath and sighs out his answer. "A kidnapping of a cop's kid by Wesen, I think."

The color on Monroe's face drastically paled. "Jesus."

Nick nods and looks back up at Monroe, looking him in the eye. "Which is why I need your help."

"Why do you think it was Wesen?" Monroe inquires as he opens the door and allows Nick inside.

Nick practically collapses on Monroe's couch and starts the long tale about everything that he knew on the case while Monroe paces in front of him. He told him how there was no witnesses or none who would come forward, how fast it seemed that the door was busted down and how the furniture barricade that Stiles built was knocked back considerably from the door as if a great amount of force was applied that seemed to be more than a normal human was capable of.

"Barricade?" Monroe stops in his pacing for a moment and asks a little confused, "You think this kid knew he was being targeted?"

"Yeah," Nick concurs. "That's the theory we have."

Monroe gestures with his hands as he asks the question that everyone has been asking. "But why not inform his dad, the Sheriff, or the police that he was being targeted?"

Nick runs his hand through his hair, Monroe starts pacing again, "We don't know. We think maybe he was scared of his dad getting involved."

"But why would he be scared of his being involved?" Monroe asks as he stops in his pacing once more. Why, indeed. Why did Stiles think his dad and the police couldn't handle it?

Nick shakes his head. "We don't know." Running his hand through his hair once more Nick answers, "We can only speculate that it's because of issues going on in Beacon Hills with him being in trouble a lot and that they are the only family they have."

"Only family?" Nick hears the confusion in the question. What did Nick mean by 'only family?'

Nick looks up at Monroe, looking him in the eye as Monroe finally sits down in the chair. "Mom's deceased, several years now and there is no other living relative for either of them."

"Damn." Monroe shakes his head. "So the kid didn't contact anyone for help because of that? It doesn't make sense."

"I know." It's something that Nick has been running through his mind over and over. So many things don't make sense and the least of which is the strange behavior Stiles took after knowing he was in danger. "I'm thinking there's something more going on but I'm not sure what."

"Nick?" Monroe queries, knowing that there must be more that Nick isn't telling him.

"The kid, Stiles, there's something about him." Nick finally admits.

"What do you mean?" Monroe asks in confusion.

Nick is uncomfortable talking about this. He still doesn't know what happened, but something did and it could be related to the kidnapping and if so he has to talk about it because it could help Stiles. Stiles. There is something about that kid. Something within Nick that makes him want to protect him and it goes beyond what he usually feels as a cop being protective of someone. Something deeper that he can't explain that is telling him he has to protect Stiles. "I'm not sure how to explain it."

Nick pauses for a long time and he can see Monroe start to get anxious. "When we met. There was this instant feeling of..." Nick tries to find the words. Friendship? Commadarie? Protectiveness?

"Of...?" Monroe queries to try to coax the words out of Nick.

"Of... of something." Nick tried but still couldn't think of the way to properly express what he felt, feels, about Stiles. If he could put a word to it, it would be familial but that doesn't make sense. Why would he feel something like that about a kid who he met five days ago? "I'm not sure how to say it. There's something about him that makes me feel protective about him. Not just as a cop, but like he's... he's family?"

"Family?" Monroe repeats in confusion. As far as Monroe knows Nick has no family, not anymore.

Nick nods. "There was this moment when we met and it wasn't just the bantering that we got into with Hank. When he shook my hand, there was feeling that just...it felt like it encased me."

"Encased you?" Monroe asks in a little high pitched voice. "Nick you're not making sense. What the hell are you talking about?"

"I told you, I don't know." Nick blurts in an angry tone. He knows he's not making sense. He doesn't need someone else to point that out to him. He needs answers not the same questions he's been asking himself. "I didn't even realize it was something until later."

"Was something?" Monroe questions putting emphasis on the word in a different pitch. What thing?

"It's just..." Nick begins but then stops. He can't quite find the words so he decides to just blurt it all out. “The moment the moment we shook hands, there was this feeling it was like peace but not quite... Maybe protective as well?" Nick questions himself wondering what kind of feeling it really was. "I'm not sure. I can't find the words to the explain it. All I know is that it centered around Stiles. That Stiles was the cause of it. Like we had a bond between us."

"Bond?!" Nick looks up at Monroe at the strange sound that came out of his mouth as he spoke the word. It was as if he was frightened. "Wait, are you trying to say that you feel bonded to this kid, this Stiles?"

Nick looks at Monroe but he's not really seeing him. He's thinking back to that day nearly a week ago when they first met. "I think so."

Monroe's face gets a little more pale and Nick starts to feel that he might not like what Monroe is going to say next. "...are you saying he might be a Grimm?"

Nick is shocked. He didn't expect that. Why would he think the kid, Stiles, might be a Grimm? But...why does it also feel like it's true? "I don't know, maybe?"

Nick looks at Monroe. "Would there be a bond or feeling like that between Grimms? What about if one is an adult Grimm and the other is a child or teenager?" Nick knows practically nothing about Grimms. From everything that Monroe has said he has the conclusion that this is hereditary and passed on down through a familial line so that means there has to be something in the line, in the blood, that connects them all, right?

"I...I don't know Nick," Monroe states as he shrugs his shoulders in confusion and frustration. "All we know about Grimms are the bad things, that they hunt us, take our heads, and the stories our parents tell us."

Nick knows that. Knows that Monroe isn't his Yoda and doesn't have all the answers that he needs, but he was still hoping that Monroe might have some idea. "So this might be something normal? Something like a mentor bond?" Nick is older than Stiles. It could be something like a Jedi Master and a Padawan bond, right?

Monroe shrugs his shoulders. "Your guess is as good as mine."

Nick thinks back on his knowledge about Star Wars mythology and theories on magic and bonds from fantasy stories he's read and movies he's watched. "Can it be used to find Stiles?"

Monroe looks at him in an assessing way. "When you first met and touched hands did you feel a sense of direction of where he was? A kind of sonar or radar feeling that you were near him?"

Nick tries to think back on that day and the feeling that he had but it's all confusing because he wasn't paying attention, it just didn't feel real to him and he thought it was all in his head. "Yes, no, maybe? Sorry Monroe, but I just wasn't...I didn't think it was real and I didn't pay attention to it."

Monroe looks at Nick in a long measuring glance. "Why do you believe it now?"

Nick is taken back by the question. Why does he believe it now? Why is he so sure that Wesen have Stiles? What is driving him? I don't know.

Nick looks to Monroe, utterly lost. "I don't know. It's just this gut feeling that I have. Similar to when I'm on a case and I know something about it is wrong, but that I just don't have any idea what or why."

Monroe nods, "Yeah, I can understand that. Just something instinctual telling you something and you are trying to listen but the voice is too far away to make out anything."

"Yeah," Nick professes. "It's like that."

Monroe looks at his hands, thinking, then he looks up and grins at Nick. "So where do we go now Grimm-sensei?"

"Grimm-sensei?" Nick asks bewildered at the new nickname.

"Well you are the teacher to mini Grimm aren't you?" Monroe questions Nick in a teasing way.

"Teacher?" Nicks repeats still in a bit of a shock at the responsibility of mentoring the kid, Stiles, a Grimm-in-training.

Monroe nods with a grin, "Teacher." Then he looks up at Nick who is looking confused and befuddled and out of sorts and speaks in a serious manner. "If you are right and he is a baby Grimm then don't you have a duty to teach him what you know to protect him and Wesen from overreaction?"

"I guess so." Nick admits slowly still unsure about everything and not really wanting the responsibility in the first place.

"Nick," Monroe begins, "if you don't do it then he will either have to learn on the ropes like you are or someone else – someone we don't know who they are or what their motivations may be – will teach him for you."

Nick looks at Monroe as the thought of Stiles being trained by a Grimm like the ones in Monroe's stories enters his mind. He doesn't think Stiles could handle it. Could he be turned into a hardened killer like his aunt was from what Monroe tells him? "When you put it that way."

"Exactly." Monroe states.

"But isn't this all conjecture at this point?" Nick asks as he tries to get the heart of the matter, that they really don't know what is going on.

"It's best to have an idea of what you may be facing in the future." And if that doesn't give Nick bad feelings about the situation.

Nick sighs feeling all twisted up inside as everything he thought he knew was turned upside down again. He didn't know if he could properly teach the kid. Hell Nick wasn't sure he, himself, was being taught at all. Everything he knew was just what he learned off the cuff, through Monroe, or his aunt's books. The thought of Stiles having to go through what he has and all because he didn't want to take the responsibility of looking after him was difficult to swallow. He doesn't even know when all the hypotheticals in this case about Stiles possibly being a Grimm went to definites but something inside of him makes him feel like it's right and true.

"How are we going to find him?" Nick wonders out loud, as he goes back to the topic at hand of finding the missing kid and saving him from his kidnappers.

Monroe is quiet for several seconds and then hesitantly speaks. "If it was Wesen and they think he's a baby Grimm then there are ways to find him."

"Ways?" Nick queries with confusion, concern, and wariness.

"You don't want to know. Trust me." Monroe states with a strong conviction that makes Nick even more concerned about Stiles. "Listen, just go back to checking the other leads in the case and I'll check on the Wesen side of things. If I hear anything I'll let you know. Okay?"

"Yeah. I got it." Nick gets up and walks to the door. He pauses, turns back into the room, "Monroe..." He can't finish the thought. He doesn't know what to say or think. All this Grimm stuff has always made him feel that he's beyond his depth.

Monroe turned when he heard his name. Nick shakes his head and walks out the door. "...Never mind."

Nicks walks off the porch, gets back in his vehicle, and drives off back to the station thinking about everything. Nothing has really made any sense lately, not since Aunt Marie died.
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