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Nick entered the fairly new home; the smell of blood and death penetrating his senses. He had been on his way to a call when he heard gunshots from a passing home. Nick had a gut feeling no one would answer should he knock so he let himself in, being kind enough to wipe his boots.
Flicking on his flashlight, he started his way through the house cautiously. Normally he would have called this in but after hearing a very loud roar and what sounded like something large breaking something; he decided against it.
Finding no one on the first floor, he trekked to the upper floor. The scent only got stronger as he entered a what looked to be the remnants of a bedroom. Two bodies; male and female, laid at the bottom of the bed, and by the looks of it nothing human did this; or so he hoped.
He was about the click on his radio to report in when he heard a wail from down the hall, his head shooting up in alarm, he stalked to the source of the noise. He found a toddler, no older than 3 years old standing in her crib and crying, staring directly at him.
Nick frowned and picked her up “Well this makes things difficult.”
“So you bring her to me?!” Monroe asked; looking between the small sleeping child in Nick’s arms and Nick himself as if he were crazy. “Look, I just need to figure out what’s going on and then I can take her back. I can’t bring her the station, the others will go nuts and we cant take care of her as well as you can. Please? I’ll owe you~” Nick said, a small grin finding its way to his face. Monroe grumbled “You’re lucky I love you.”
He took the kid carefully “How long should this be? Should I know anything?” Monroe asked, looking over the kid, Nick shrugged “Well her parents are dead, that’s a start” Monroe gave him a scolding look “Anything helpful?” Nick shook his head before getting a call “Yeah….Okay, yeah I’ll be there in a minute..Okay. Bye.” Nick hung up.
“They want me at the station; and thanks man” Nick said hugging Monroe and kissing his cheek before running out of the door. Leaving a flustered blutbad in his dust.
Monroe looked at the kid, there was something very, very wrong. More wrong than his aunt thinking dog was okay to eat at last year's thanksgiving. This kid is a Grimm. The little girl looked at him startled and scared before running as fast as her small legs would carry her, screaming at the top of her lungs. She began to climb his stairs before he caught her.
“Wait! Im not going to hurt you, its okay!” He tried telling her, leaving a trembling girl in his arms, staring at him with wide eyes. “Puppy?” She asked softly, he tried his damn hardest not to groan before nodding “Puppy”.
The little girl smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck “Puppy!!” She cried happily ‘Well at least there's one thing in common with Nick; mood swings’ Monroe thought. Monroe carried the tot to the kitchen and sat her in a big kid chair, aka a normal chair. She looked around before settling back on Monroe and frowned “puppy…” She mumbled sadly and made reaching hands for him, he looked at her quizzically before crouching next to her. She ran her fingers over his beard before huffing and pulling the said beard. Monroe yelped in surprise and pain and removed her hands “What was that for?” He grumbled and rubbed his sore jaw, she looked at him teary eyed and mumbled about a puppy to herself. Monroe decided to test a theory floating in his head and woged for a moment, watching the child’s eyes light up at his Blutbad appearance; and he was met with a young Grimm.
He sighed and remained woged for a part of his evening; feeding the kid was eventful, he has that much to say.
The little girl grinned at her plate before looking up at her newly found Blutbad friend, she offered him a carrot to which he politely declined and gestured to his own vegetarian plate, he shifted back to his human looking form. As much as his new companion protested, he just wanted to eat without having to feel her intense gaze on him; more pointedly his face.
The girl ate her mashed potatoes, carrots, and Apple sauce quietly. She placed two of her carrots on Monroe's plate as she slid off the seat and trotted to the living room.
She sat in front of the TV by the time Monroe came in, watching whatever channel had last been on which happened to be Animal channel. 'At least it's educational and safe' he thought as he sat on the couch. Lifting her to sit her next to him; before sitting how he usually does, one arm on the arm rest, one of the the back of the couch, and his legs slightly apart, trying to look as dominant as his lanky form allowed. The girl next to him peered at him before turning back to the TV, resting at his side tiredly.
When Nick returned home he found his boyfriend no where in sight. Making his way upstairs he found him in the guest bedroom; tucking the small child in her bed. "Her names Joy Fetchlynn, shes 3 years old. She appears to have no other family; none in the database at least. What do you think? Should we keep her?" Nick asked, coming to a stop beside Monroe and slipping a hand around his waist. Monroe peered at Joy before nodding "We kind of have to; she's a Grimm." Monroe told him.
Saying Nick was startled is an understatement.
Monroe watched him pace around the house like a madman. "What?! How? When did you find out?! Why didn't you call me? Did she see you? Is she afraid?" Nick would have kept going had Monroe not pulled the ranting Grimm to his chest and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I woged and saw her; she saw me too. After I convinced her I'm safe, she took a liking to my real self. I didn't call you because I didn't want to risk you having an accident on the way home. You know how you get," Monroe pulled away just enough to steal a kiss from Nick and smiled softly when he saw his Grimm had finally calmed down.
"I fed her dinner and then we watched TV, she eventually started drooling into my side so I put her to bed; then you came home. Caught up?" Monroe asked, rubbing at the worry lines on Nicks face, relaxing his boyfriend. Nick just nodded and leaned into Monroe's touch.
"Thanks buddy"