(Fic) Under the Force Chapter 6
Title: Under the Force
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 2150
Summary: Translation to the AU to 1.08 Game Ogre. What if Juliette had left the house instead of attacking Stark with the boiling water? Torture!Nick, again AU
Disclaimer: Grimm is the property of NBC, Hazy Mills Production, CK Production and a lot of others. Nothing mine, only the idea.
A/N: 1) I was asked several times to translate this fic into English, so … I think now you have to deal with the result :P. As this is a translation and in my native language I'm using a lot of sayings I'm pretty sure I will have a lot of mistakes in this, so please forgive me my bad use of the English language. But I hope you will enjoy the story itself :).
2) This is an AU! I will mention this twice because there were some misunderstandings when I posted the original. AU means that it is possible that some things are a little different to what happened during the episode and it's also possible that someone would get wrong informations about what is or was going on. So, please wait until the story is complete before starting to complain about some things that are different to 1.08 :).
Previous Chapters:
1. Captured
2. The Call
3. On the Edge
4. On the right Way
5. Relationships
Pain exploded in his hand and made Nick scream. Unfortunately this scream didn't last long enough to really tell about the pain. He simply didn't had enough air in his lungs.
Stark went away again.
Nick kept his eye closed and tried to pretend not to be here. Instead he wished himself back home, on Juliette's side …
Nick heard Stark rummaging in his box and only hoped this time the search would lead to something usefuller.
Did he really believed it wouldn't get worster than beating the hell out of him? How stupid and naive he was sometimes!
What Stark was doing now to him was real torture. So real that Nick wished the beating and hitting and kicking back. Three of his fingers were broken now, the two others didn't have fingernails anymore. His hand was bleeding, he could feel it.
If all of this would make any sense to him, maybe he could accept it, Nick thought. But only to die this slow and painfull death because Stark wanted his revenge but wasn't able to to get on Hank wasn't enough for Nick. Not after what Stark had done to his other victims since he hit Portland.
Nick opened his heal eye when he heard Stark coming back. This time his keeper had a hammer in one of his big hands. And this hammer looked so small and innocent in this big hand …
Nick bit his lipe when Stark stopped behind him. Again he was more hanging from the ceiling than with his feet on the ground. Still he was helpless, his injured shoulder hurt again, now combined with the pain in his hand …
Nick felt a tear running out of his eye. Still he wished so hard that something was going to happen, that he would pass out or this whole scenery would turn out as the worst nightmare ever …
Stark shoved the sleeve of his hoodie down to his elbow.
Nick tried to prepare himself for the new pain which would hit him. Stark had a plan for him, this was clear as water. And with this plan Stark wanted to torture every single part of his body.
In the next second Nick opened his not injured eye again and began to scream when another pain ran through his ulna.
Stark didn't use the hammer to break his arm, Nick noticed after again he had to fight to keep on breathing. No, Stark used the hammer to hammer a nail through his ulna!
Nick whimpered and gasped and wished much harder to pass out to make this pain go away.
But Stark was good in making the pain harder and harder but not hard enough to let him lose his councious.
"You are tough, little cop", Stark told him. Just like he had read his mind. "I don't know much who were able to stand my torture. But you are a special challenge."
Should he take this as a compliment or as a threat? Nick wasn't sure and in the next minute …
This time it hit the radius - but that didn't make it easier to stand the pain.
Nick's scream was throaty and ways too short for what he felt. Again he felt like he would passed out and again the pain held him awake.
What was Stark going to do next to him? Nick was sure, this wasn't the end - and this surely wasn't the worst pain he was able to feel. Stark was able to do much more to him …
When he felt the top of a third nail at his skin everything inside him was screaming and begging for mercy. Nick again tried to prepare himself against what would hit him in the next moment. Again he closed his eye, again he bit his lips, his healthy right hand balled into a fist to stand the pain. But …
Instead of hammering the third nail into the flesh and bones of his captive Stark grabbed Nick and put one of his big hands on Nick's mouth.
"One noise and you will loose your tongue!" Stark whispered in his ear.
Nick tried to nod, while he also fought the shivering.
What happened? Why … ?
Next moment Nick heard it. The voices! They were back again! Someone was outside of the cabin!
His heart missed a beat.
There were people outside the cabin. That could mean help! That could mean, Hank and Wu had managed to find him somehow! That could mean to be save in a couple of minutes.
The head of the hammer touched the skin near his temple.
Nick's hope died slowly when he noticed that the voices were moving - and that they also didn't sound familiar.
"Keep quiet! Do you understand?" Stark whispered in his ear.
Nick nodded again, or tried to. Stark's grip was ways to hard and pressed him against the body of the Wesen.
He listened, trying to find out what was going on outside the cabin. Two voices, definetely! But … they sounded ways too young. These people outside … maybe they were not more than teens. And that wasn't the help he was looking for.
Nick felt his desperation returning. He wouldn't scream. Not with two or maybe three kids outside in danger the second he would open his mouth. It wasn't necessary for Stark to still held him, not with those younsters outside.
Stark began to moan something Nick couldn't understand. But something else let his heart again miss a beat: Stark also began to sniffle.
Oh dear God, not now! Not here! Not as long as he was tied up and already tortured and injured!
Nick never was very faithful but now he sent a little and desperate prayer to a hopeful God to stop Stark from recognizing him.
"Move on, guys!" The Wesen whispered. "We are busy, right, little cop?"
The voices still were moving, and they slowly faded away. Still too fast for Nick's taste but very slowly for Stark.
Nick had to fight with his own self-control. Every single nerve and muscle inside his body was screaming, wanting help desperately. But Nick himself knew the truth: there was no help on its way. There simply couldn't! He wasn't able to tell Hank where he was, Hank himself wasn't able to triangulate his cellphone as long as the battery was outside. And Nick wasn't sure if, if he would find a way to loose the ties, he would be able to flee. Not after the last days.
And finally … they voices faded away completely.
"You are a brave little cop, you know?" Stark told him again. "It's really a challenge to work on you."
The break was over …
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Again Hank was looking at the reports searching for something he'd missed so far. Something that would lead him to Nick and Stark. Something that would help his partner.
But there simply wasn't anything. He knew the reports from the inside out and nothing changed this.
The whole precinct was still searching the missing colleague, but the longer Nick was the captive of Stark, the more the enthusiasm calmed down.
No one wanted to be responsible for a possible failure, no one wanted to tell Juliette they missed to rescue Nick. No one wanted to loose Nick …
Hank also fought with himself and the latest memories:
Juliette in the hospital, her look when she repeated this one sentence, over and over again. Nick's throaty voice, full of fear, begging for mercy. The last photo …
Hank felt really bad.
Wu came over at his desk, looking down at him. "Hey", he said, "Nick and you, you two met this guy, this clockmaker, right?"
Hank looked to the other entry to the office, noticing who was standing there, jumping nervous from one foot to the other.
"What the heck he's doing here?" he asked.
"He said to me, perhaps he had some informations", answered Wu, "but he only wants to talk to you, no one else."
Hank frowned and began to think.
Monroe and Nick seemed to have a very special relationship. He didn't know why or when this happened. But short time after Monroe was a suspect when that little girl Robin was missing Nick began to mention that guy from time to time, more often the more time flew by.
But … what informations Monroe could have?
"Okay", Hank said finally, "bring him over."
Wu nodded and waved Monroe to come in.
The tall and beardy man went over to Hank while Wu moved on to the other side of the office.
"Mister Monroe", Hank said and shook the hand of the other man when Monroe was beside him.
"Detective Griffin, I've heard what happened to Nick", Monroe said without hesitation.
"Yeah", Hank's hope to lighten up his own mood died. He'd known it better. "It's not good what happened to Nick."
"Not good?" Monroe asked. "That's terrible!"
This man knew the truth … Hank sighed. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I think it's a little early for a farewell. As far as we know Nick is still alive."
Monroe looked a lot better after learning this. "I'm not here to say goodbye. I'm here to offer my help", he answered.
Hank's eyes widened. "Your help?" he repeated. "With what?"
"Well, to search and hopefully rescue Nick", Monroe answered. "Aren't you looking for him?"
"Actually we do", Hank knew. "We are trying to triangulate Nick's cellphone."
Monroe looked more alive. "So you know where Nick is?" He asked full of hope.
Hank shook his head. "Unfortunately not. The cellphone is deactivated."
Monroe frowned. "But … aren't you able to activate it from the distance? I heard something like this would be possible now."
"When the battery is in it could", Hank answered. "But it looks like it's not."
Monroe looked thoughtfull down at him. Then he leaned forward, still catching Hanks eyes. "Listen to me, Detective Griffin. This ist very important!"
In this moment Hank's cellphone began to ring once more. Hank jumped again, pulling the phone out of his pocket he stared on the screen.
Nick!
He turned around to find Wu, standing in the other entry to the office, nodding at him. "I'm informing the geeks", he said into the silence.
Hank noticed all the work and noises stopped after his cellphone began to ring. Everyone seemed to look at him.
"Is that … ?" Monroe looked at the screen.
Hank took a deep breath before he accepted the call.
"Nick, partner, how's going?" he asked.
"Hank?" carked the voice of his younger partner out of the phone. Hank hat put the call on speaker by accident.
"Yeah man, it's me", he said, trying to sound as possitive as possible.
"Nick?" Monroe asked. "Hey, buddy. How's going? You don't sound too good, man, you know?"
Silence for a moment. Then:
"Monroe?" Nick's throaty voice asked. "Is that really you? What … where are you?"
"I'm at the precinct with Hank, man", Monroe replied. "And you seriously don't sound good, Nick. Whatever happened to you can't be good."
"It isn't", Nick answered. "Monroe, you are ..." A painful whimper interrupted whatever Nick was going to say.
"Nick?" Monroe asked. "Are you okay?"
"Three days, Hank, three days", Nick said and then the call ended.
Monroe stared at the cellphone. "Three days?" He finally asked. "Three days until what?"
Hank put the phone on his desk, searching for an answer. But finally he decided to tell the truth. "Three days until Nick will be dead."
Monroe stared at him, his face suddenly pale. "What?"
In this moment the cellphone again awake to life, telling everyone there was a new MMS coming in.
Hank wasn't able to pick up his phone. He simply couldn't stand another picture of his partner, all bloody and injured, helpless and getting weaker.
Monroe leaned above the cellphone. "Should I?" He asked.
Hank shook his head but still wasn't able to pick the phone up. "This isn't ..."
Monroe picked up the cellphone, activating the folder.
And in the same second when Monroe stepped back, first moaning then growling, Wu entered the office with full speed.
"Got something!" The Sergeant called. "This time the call was long enough!"
Hank jumped to his feet. "Where?"
"Northeastern, halfway to Seattle", Wu knew.And suddenly the whole precinct came to life, but no one noticed the color of Monroe's eyes, which were glowing in a deep red …
TBC ...
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 2150
Summary: Translation to the AU to 1.08 Game Ogre. What if Juliette had left the house instead of attacking Stark with the boiling water? Torture!Nick, again AU
Disclaimer: Grimm is the property of NBC, Hazy Mills Production, CK Production and a lot of others. Nothing mine, only the idea.
A/N: 1) I was asked several times to translate this fic into English, so … I think now you have to deal with the result :P. As this is a translation and in my native language I'm using a lot of sayings I'm pretty sure I will have a lot of mistakes in this, so please forgive me my bad use of the English language. But I hope you will enjoy the story itself :).
2) This is an AU! I will mention this twice because there were some misunderstandings when I posted the original. AU means that it is possible that some things are a little different to what happened during the episode and it's also possible that someone would get wrong informations about what is or was going on. So, please wait until the story is complete before starting to complain about some things that are different to 1.08 :).
Previous Chapters:
1. Captured
2. The Call
3. On the Edge
4. On the right Way
5. Relationships
Pain exploded in his hand and made Nick scream. Unfortunately this scream didn't last long enough to really tell about the pain. He simply didn't had enough air in his lungs.
Stark went away again.
Nick kept his eye closed and tried to pretend not to be here. Instead he wished himself back home, on Juliette's side …
Nick heard Stark rummaging in his box and only hoped this time the search would lead to something usefuller.
Did he really believed it wouldn't get worster than beating the hell out of him? How stupid and naive he was sometimes!
What Stark was doing now to him was real torture. So real that Nick wished the beating and hitting and kicking back. Three of his fingers were broken now, the two others didn't have fingernails anymore. His hand was bleeding, he could feel it.
If all of this would make any sense to him, maybe he could accept it, Nick thought. But only to die this slow and painfull death because Stark wanted his revenge but wasn't able to to get on Hank wasn't enough for Nick. Not after what Stark had done to his other victims since he hit Portland.
Nick opened his heal eye when he heard Stark coming back. This time his keeper had a hammer in one of his big hands. And this hammer looked so small and innocent in this big hand …
Nick bit his lipe when Stark stopped behind him. Again he was more hanging from the ceiling than with his feet on the ground. Still he was helpless, his injured shoulder hurt again, now combined with the pain in his hand …
Nick felt a tear running out of his eye. Still he wished so hard that something was going to happen, that he would pass out or this whole scenery would turn out as the worst nightmare ever …
Stark shoved the sleeve of his hoodie down to his elbow.
Nick tried to prepare himself for the new pain which would hit him. Stark had a plan for him, this was clear as water. And with this plan Stark wanted to torture every single part of his body.
In the next second Nick opened his not injured eye again and began to scream when another pain ran through his ulna.
Stark didn't use the hammer to break his arm, Nick noticed after again he had to fight to keep on breathing. No, Stark used the hammer to hammer a nail through his ulna!
Nick whimpered and gasped and wished much harder to pass out to make this pain go away.
But Stark was good in making the pain harder and harder but not hard enough to let him lose his councious.
"You are tough, little cop", Stark told him. Just like he had read his mind. "I don't know much who were able to stand my torture. But you are a special challenge."
Should he take this as a compliment or as a threat? Nick wasn't sure and in the next minute …
This time it hit the radius - but that didn't make it easier to stand the pain.
Nick's scream was throaty and ways too short for what he felt. Again he felt like he would passed out and again the pain held him awake.
What was Stark going to do next to him? Nick was sure, this wasn't the end - and this surely wasn't the worst pain he was able to feel. Stark was able to do much more to him …
When he felt the top of a third nail at his skin everything inside him was screaming and begging for mercy. Nick again tried to prepare himself against what would hit him in the next moment. Again he closed his eye, again he bit his lips, his healthy right hand balled into a fist to stand the pain. But …
Instead of hammering the third nail into the flesh and bones of his captive Stark grabbed Nick and put one of his big hands on Nick's mouth.
"One noise and you will loose your tongue!" Stark whispered in his ear.
Nick tried to nod, while he also fought the shivering.
What happened? Why … ?
Next moment Nick heard it. The voices! They were back again! Someone was outside of the cabin!
His heart missed a beat.
There were people outside the cabin. That could mean help! That could mean, Hank and Wu had managed to find him somehow! That could mean to be save in a couple of minutes.
The head of the hammer touched the skin near his temple.
Nick's hope died slowly when he noticed that the voices were moving - and that they also didn't sound familiar.
"Keep quiet! Do you understand?" Stark whispered in his ear.
Nick nodded again, or tried to. Stark's grip was ways to hard and pressed him against the body of the Wesen.
He listened, trying to find out what was going on outside the cabin. Two voices, definetely! But … they sounded ways too young. These people outside … maybe they were not more than teens. And that wasn't the help he was looking for.
Nick felt his desperation returning. He wouldn't scream. Not with two or maybe three kids outside in danger the second he would open his mouth. It wasn't necessary for Stark to still held him, not with those younsters outside.
Stark began to moan something Nick couldn't understand. But something else let his heart again miss a beat: Stark also began to sniffle.
Oh dear God, not now! Not here! Not as long as he was tied up and already tortured and injured!
Nick never was very faithful but now he sent a little and desperate prayer to a hopeful God to stop Stark from recognizing him.
"Move on, guys!" The Wesen whispered. "We are busy, right, little cop?"
The voices still were moving, and they slowly faded away. Still too fast for Nick's taste but very slowly for Stark.
Nick had to fight with his own self-control. Every single nerve and muscle inside his body was screaming, wanting help desperately. But Nick himself knew the truth: there was no help on its way. There simply couldn't! He wasn't able to tell Hank where he was, Hank himself wasn't able to triangulate his cellphone as long as the battery was outside. And Nick wasn't sure if, if he would find a way to loose the ties, he would be able to flee. Not after the last days.
And finally … they voices faded away completely.
"You are a brave little cop, you know?" Stark told him again. "It's really a challenge to work on you."
The break was over …
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Again Hank was looking at the reports searching for something he'd missed so far. Something that would lead him to Nick and Stark. Something that would help his partner.
But there simply wasn't anything. He knew the reports from the inside out and nothing changed this.
The whole precinct was still searching the missing colleague, but the longer Nick was the captive of Stark, the more the enthusiasm calmed down.
No one wanted to be responsible for a possible failure, no one wanted to tell Juliette they missed to rescue Nick. No one wanted to loose Nick …
Hank also fought with himself and the latest memories:
Juliette in the hospital, her look when she repeated this one sentence, over and over again. Nick's throaty voice, full of fear, begging for mercy. The last photo …
Hank felt really bad.
Wu came over at his desk, looking down at him. "Hey", he said, "Nick and you, you two met this guy, this clockmaker, right?"
Hank looked to the other entry to the office, noticing who was standing there, jumping nervous from one foot to the other.
"What the heck he's doing here?" he asked.
"He said to me, perhaps he had some informations", answered Wu, "but he only wants to talk to you, no one else."
Hank frowned and began to think.
Monroe and Nick seemed to have a very special relationship. He didn't know why or when this happened. But short time after Monroe was a suspect when that little girl Robin was missing Nick began to mention that guy from time to time, more often the more time flew by.
But … what informations Monroe could have?
"Okay", Hank said finally, "bring him over."
Wu nodded and waved Monroe to come in.
The tall and beardy man went over to Hank while Wu moved on to the other side of the office.
"Mister Monroe", Hank said and shook the hand of the other man when Monroe was beside him.
"Detective Griffin, I've heard what happened to Nick", Monroe said without hesitation.
"Yeah", Hank's hope to lighten up his own mood died. He'd known it better. "It's not good what happened to Nick."
"Not good?" Monroe asked. "That's terrible!"
This man knew the truth … Hank sighed. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I think it's a little early for a farewell. As far as we know Nick is still alive."
Monroe looked a lot better after learning this. "I'm not here to say goodbye. I'm here to offer my help", he answered.
Hank's eyes widened. "Your help?" he repeated. "With what?"
"Well, to search and hopefully rescue Nick", Monroe answered. "Aren't you looking for him?"
"Actually we do", Hank knew. "We are trying to triangulate Nick's cellphone."
Monroe looked more alive. "So you know where Nick is?" He asked full of hope.
Hank shook his head. "Unfortunately not. The cellphone is deactivated."
Monroe frowned. "But … aren't you able to activate it from the distance? I heard something like this would be possible now."
"When the battery is in it could", Hank answered. "But it looks like it's not."
Monroe looked thoughtfull down at him. Then he leaned forward, still catching Hanks eyes. "Listen to me, Detective Griffin. This ist very important!"
In this moment Hank's cellphone began to ring once more. Hank jumped again, pulling the phone out of his pocket he stared on the screen.
Nick!
He turned around to find Wu, standing in the other entry to the office, nodding at him. "I'm informing the geeks", he said into the silence.
Hank noticed all the work and noises stopped after his cellphone began to ring. Everyone seemed to look at him.
"Is that … ?" Monroe looked at the screen.
Hank took a deep breath before he accepted the call.
"Nick, partner, how's going?" he asked.
"Hank?" carked the voice of his younger partner out of the phone. Hank hat put the call on speaker by accident.
"Yeah man, it's me", he said, trying to sound as possitive as possible.
"Nick?" Monroe asked. "Hey, buddy. How's going? You don't sound too good, man, you know?"
Silence for a moment. Then:
"Monroe?" Nick's throaty voice asked. "Is that really you? What … where are you?"
"I'm at the precinct with Hank, man", Monroe replied. "And you seriously don't sound good, Nick. Whatever happened to you can't be good."
"It isn't", Nick answered. "Monroe, you are ..." A painful whimper interrupted whatever Nick was going to say.
"Nick?" Monroe asked. "Are you okay?"
"Three days, Hank, three days", Nick said and then the call ended.
Monroe stared at the cellphone. "Three days?" He finally asked. "Three days until what?"
Hank put the phone on his desk, searching for an answer. But finally he decided to tell the truth. "Three days until Nick will be dead."
Monroe stared at him, his face suddenly pale. "What?"
In this moment the cellphone again awake to life, telling everyone there was a new MMS coming in.
Hank wasn't able to pick up his phone. He simply couldn't stand another picture of his partner, all bloody and injured, helpless and getting weaker.
Monroe leaned above the cellphone. "Should I?" He asked.
Hank shook his head but still wasn't able to pick the phone up. "This isn't ..."
Monroe picked up the cellphone, activating the folder.
And in the same second when Monroe stepped back, first moaning then growling, Wu entered the office with full speed.
"Got something!" The Sergeant called. "This time the call was long enough!"
Hank jumped to his feet. "Where?"
"Northeastern, halfway to Seattle", Wu knew.And suddenly the whole precinct came to life, but no one noticed the color of Monroe's eyes, which were glowing in a deep red …
TBC ...