(fic) Under the Force Chapter 4
Title: Under the Force
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 1770
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
Chapter 4: On the right Way
"Hi!"
Hank stopped at the door looking into the room. The bunch of flowers he'd brought with him, he held like a protective shield.
Juliette Silverton moved her head slowly. Her eyes looked tired, maybe because of the drugs in her system?, and were swolen and blurry with tears. But somehow she managed to put a pale smile on her lips. "Hi yourself", she answered.
Hank stepped into the room slowly. "How're you?" he asked.
Juliette rubbed her eyes with one hand before she started to nod. "It's getting better", she answered. "It's only … Hank, no one will tell me about Nick!"
"He's alive", Hank answered putting the flowers aside. "That's unfortunately all we know."
"Is he here?" In Juliette's eyes a little light began to flicker. "How is he? He didn't look too well. He was laying there beside the couch ..."
Hank sighed and touched her hand with his. "We haven't found him yet."
Juliette stared at him. "What do you mean? Nick was laying beside the couch. On the ground in the living-room!" Her voice began to tip over.
Hank nodded.
Yeah, it was easy to follow Nick's path through the ground floor of the house. The forensics have found some drops of blood - and this blood became more and more during the fight with Stark. Only near the broken table in the living-room they had found a little puddle of blood - Nick's blood again. So it was clear he was there for a while before Stark took him away.
"This intruder … he kidnapped Nick", Hank ended.
Juliette stared at him. And suddenly there was another light in her eyes, a harder, not flickering light. "You know who did it?" she said. It should sound like a question but it sounded more like a statement.
Hank hesitated but finally he gave in and nodded again. "Juliette, I'm sorry ..."
She couldn't understand. It was clear visible on her face. The face that was getting harder with every breath she took.
Hank sighed again and looked aside. "Stark is a killer", he answered. "Five years ago I arrested him. Two days ago he escaped from Pelican Bay and came back to Portland. First he killed the judge who put him into prison, then the DA and … And finally he came into your house and … well, you'd seen what happend."
Juliette frowned. "Five years ago Nick wasn't in Portland", she said, now also her voice hard and cold as ice. "Five years ago he still was in another state. I'm sure he'd never met this killer before!"
"But me", Hank answered. "Stark kidnapped Nick to get to me, Juliette."
Juliette's face, pale, went paler. Her eyes were like dark carbon. "Which means?" she asked with a whispering voice.
"Stark wants revenge, he wanted me", Hank explained. "But the captain put me into costudy yesterday. So he went after Nick ..."
Juliette began to shook her head. "No!" She said hard. "NO!"
Hank couldn't stand her eyes anymore and looked aside. "I'm so sorry, Juliette!" he said, trying to explain the not-explainable to her. "Look, Stark had forced Nick to call me two times now. And ..." He closed his mouth, gulping and took a deep breath before he started again: "Juliette, I want you to know that I will do everything to get Nick back to you. As healthy as I can!"
"Why?" Juliette asked. "Why this guy should do something to Nick? They don't know each other!"
"To get on me!" Hank repeated full of sorrow. "He wants revenge and after he didn't get on me he decided to get my partner instead of me."
"Then … why you cannot do something? Why you cannot triangulate Nick's phone or something like that? Why you don't offer an exchange when this guy wants you?" Juliette's voice lost all her emotions. It felt like a bath in icewater for Hank. And with every word she said it was like she would whip him - or he would whip himself …
"We cannot triangulate because it looks like the cell-phone is deactivated except when Nick makes these calls", Hank explained but felt that he had lost this fight. Not with Juliette, who was much tougher than he'd thought, but with himself.
Tears were running down Juliette's face but she didn't seem to recognize them. She still stared at him with this pale face, this dark eyes.
"Why don't you offer an exchange?" she finally asked. "You know Nick would go through hell for you, don't you? Would you do the same for him?"
"I'm sorry, Juliette ..." Hank said again.
If he would go to hell and back? Sure he would! Hank liked his younger partner. Nick was not a complicated guy - or he wasn't before he started this weird friendship with this clockmaker a while ago. Heck, Nick was one of the best partners Hank ever had! To stand aside now, only able to wait until the next call was ways too much for him.
"You don't!"
Hank felt like Juliette had hit him straight in the face with these words.
"I swear to you ..." He stopped, unable to stand her in her anger.
Whatever would happen, Stark would pay for what he'd done. Not only to Nick, also to Juliette. To everyone. Nick would be Stark's last victim, this Hank had swear to God. When Stark would kill Nick this would be the last life he'd taken. Whatever it would take Hank would give to let Stark pay for this!
If Nick would survive, if they would find him alive it would also take a lot of time until Nick would be able to live his life again. Not so much a possible physical damage, there also was the mental part of it. Only the call last night, Nick begging to let it end … Hank's heart still was broken.
A partner, that was a kind of family. Nick had to learn this but so far he did a great job as being a partner. For Hank this was usual. But he really liked Nick and felt sometimes like the older brother or something. This feelings had made him come here, tell Juliette what he knew, trying to calm himself and his conscious down. But it didn't work!
"Juliette, seriously ..."
She looked at him and began to shook her head. Very slowly, very serious, very angry.
Hank got it. He'd betrayed the family. He was the one who was the reason for the current situation. He should have watched after Nick, taking all it needed to protect his partner. Instead Nick was a hostage now, could get killed off in a couple of days.
"You don't!"
Hank stepped back from the bed.
"I'm so sorry, Juliette!"
But she only shook her head …
Monroe stopped at the entrance and pulled himself out of his VWBeetle.
He'd spent nearly the entire day now searching … whatever he was after. He'd tried every trailer-park he'd known - along with the two new ones. But Nick's keys didn't let him in, nowhere!
This was the last chance Monroe had. When he would fail again he would give his other idea a try: sniffing the Siegbarste and his hostage out. As long as the weather was like this, cloudy but without rain, he had a chance to find the lead. Whatever he should do when he'd find them …
But now he had this very last chance and he really didn't want to go after a Siegbarste without anything but his bare teeth and claws. And that wouldn't be enough Monroe was sure.
So he walked to the front-gate, closed with a big padlock and pulled Nick's keys out of the pocket.
He spent another look into the park:
boats, trucks, trailers, two or three cargo-containers. But there was no old trailer, especially not silver, visible. Nothing.
Was he wrong?
Monroe looked again through the fence.
Wait a minute … wasn't that something silvery? There, between one truck without licence-plats and a boat?
Monroe looked at the keys.
There were three keys he was still thinking they could lead him to Nick's secret GrimmBase. One was the key to the trailer itself, the other two ones … he had to try!
Monroe grabbed the big padlock which closed the door and tried to put the first key into the lock.
Nope, no way!
Monroe was getting nervous.
Could it be that he was wrong? Why on earth anybody should put an old trailer like an airstream into an open space? Especially when this trailer could relate to a Grimm … ?
That was the point: Nick, BabyGrimm without experiences, didn't have said experiences. He simply didn't know with what he was dealing here. And without Marie Kessler on his side teaching him the right way to be a Grimm Nick never had the chance to become what he was - well, not to get the bad aspects of this „being a Grimm". What could turn out as a good thing on the other hand, Monroe continued, because Nick gave every Wesen a chance instead of cutting off heads by sight or something.
Wasn't this the reason for Monroe to try to befriend this so unusual Grimm? Because he felt with Nick. Lord! Only remembering this BabyGrimm on his porch running into him and yelling at him … it was some kind of cute to remember that scene.
Monroe searched the second key.
But IF he would find this imagined trailer and he would find inside this trailer said poison. What he was supposed to do? Monroe doubt that being kind and friendly asking the Siegbarste to drink this poison would help him out with the question how to put said poison INTO the Siegbarste.
Well, at least he was dealing here with Grimm-stuff. Grimm-stuff could mean that there was more than Nick's usual 9-MM. Grimm were after Siegbarste for some millenias now so it was more than possible that Grimm had found a way to put the poison they'd found to kill a Siegbarste inside named Siegbarste.
Monroe tried the second key and … it slid into the lock without problem.
Monroe's heart stopped for a second - before it started a wild dance.
He was on the right way!
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 1770
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
Chapter 4: On the right Way
"Hi!"
Hank stopped at the door looking into the room. The bunch of flowers he'd brought with him, he held like a protective shield.
Juliette Silverton moved her head slowly. Her eyes looked tired, maybe because of the drugs in her system?, and were swolen and blurry with tears. But somehow she managed to put a pale smile on her lips. "Hi yourself", she answered.
Hank stepped into the room slowly. "How're you?" he asked.
Juliette rubbed her eyes with one hand before she started to nod. "It's getting better", she answered. "It's only … Hank, no one will tell me about Nick!"
"He's alive", Hank answered putting the flowers aside. "That's unfortunately all we know."
"Is he here?" In Juliette's eyes a little light began to flicker. "How is he? He didn't look too well. He was laying there beside the couch ..."
Hank sighed and touched her hand with his. "We haven't found him yet."
Juliette stared at him. "What do you mean? Nick was laying beside the couch. On the ground in the living-room!" Her voice began to tip over.
Hank nodded.
Yeah, it was easy to follow Nick's path through the ground floor of the house. The forensics have found some drops of blood - and this blood became more and more during the fight with Stark. Only near the broken table in the living-room they had found a little puddle of blood - Nick's blood again. So it was clear he was there for a while before Stark took him away.
"This intruder … he kidnapped Nick", Hank ended.
Juliette stared at him. And suddenly there was another light in her eyes, a harder, not flickering light. "You know who did it?" she said. It should sound like a question but it sounded more like a statement.
Hank hesitated but finally he gave in and nodded again. "Juliette, I'm sorry ..."
She couldn't understand. It was clear visible on her face. The face that was getting harder with every breath she took.
Hank sighed again and looked aside. "Stark is a killer", he answered. "Five years ago I arrested him. Two days ago he escaped from Pelican Bay and came back to Portland. First he killed the judge who put him into prison, then the DA and … And finally he came into your house and … well, you'd seen what happend."
Juliette frowned. "Five years ago Nick wasn't in Portland", she said, now also her voice hard and cold as ice. "Five years ago he still was in another state. I'm sure he'd never met this killer before!"
"But me", Hank answered. "Stark kidnapped Nick to get to me, Juliette."
Juliette's face, pale, went paler. Her eyes were like dark carbon. "Which means?" she asked with a whispering voice.
"Stark wants revenge, he wanted me", Hank explained. "But the captain put me into costudy yesterday. So he went after Nick ..."
Juliette began to shook her head. "No!" She said hard. "NO!"
Hank couldn't stand her eyes anymore and looked aside. "I'm so sorry, Juliette!" he said, trying to explain the not-explainable to her. "Look, Stark had forced Nick to call me two times now. And ..." He closed his mouth, gulping and took a deep breath before he started again: "Juliette, I want you to know that I will do everything to get Nick back to you. As healthy as I can!"
"Why?" Juliette asked. "Why this guy should do something to Nick? They don't know each other!"
"To get on me!" Hank repeated full of sorrow. "He wants revenge and after he didn't get on me he decided to get my partner instead of me."
"Then … why you cannot do something? Why you cannot triangulate Nick's phone or something like that? Why you don't offer an exchange when this guy wants you?" Juliette's voice lost all her emotions. It felt like a bath in icewater for Hank. And with every word she said it was like she would whip him - or he would whip himself …
"We cannot triangulate because it looks like the cell-phone is deactivated except when Nick makes these calls", Hank explained but felt that he had lost this fight. Not with Juliette, who was much tougher than he'd thought, but with himself.
Tears were running down Juliette's face but she didn't seem to recognize them. She still stared at him with this pale face, this dark eyes.
"Why don't you offer an exchange?" she finally asked. "You know Nick would go through hell for you, don't you? Would you do the same for him?"
"I'm sorry, Juliette ..." Hank said again.
If he would go to hell and back? Sure he would! Hank liked his younger partner. Nick was not a complicated guy - or he wasn't before he started this weird friendship with this clockmaker a while ago. Heck, Nick was one of the best partners Hank ever had! To stand aside now, only able to wait until the next call was ways too much for him.
"You don't!"
Hank felt like Juliette had hit him straight in the face with these words.
"I swear to you ..." He stopped, unable to stand her in her anger.
Whatever would happen, Stark would pay for what he'd done. Not only to Nick, also to Juliette. To everyone. Nick would be Stark's last victim, this Hank had swear to God. When Stark would kill Nick this would be the last life he'd taken. Whatever it would take Hank would give to let Stark pay for this!
If Nick would survive, if they would find him alive it would also take a lot of time until Nick would be able to live his life again. Not so much a possible physical damage, there also was the mental part of it. Only the call last night, Nick begging to let it end … Hank's heart still was broken.
A partner, that was a kind of family. Nick had to learn this but so far he did a great job as being a partner. For Hank this was usual. But he really liked Nick and felt sometimes like the older brother or something. This feelings had made him come here, tell Juliette what he knew, trying to calm himself and his conscious down. But it didn't work!
"Juliette, seriously ..."
She looked at him and began to shook her head. Very slowly, very serious, very angry.
Hank got it. He'd betrayed the family. He was the one who was the reason for the current situation. He should have watched after Nick, taking all it needed to protect his partner. Instead Nick was a hostage now, could get killed off in a couple of days.
"You don't!"
Hank stepped back from the bed.
"I'm so sorry, Juliette!"
But she only shook her head …
Monroe stopped at the entrance and pulled himself out of his VWBeetle.
He'd spent nearly the entire day now searching … whatever he was after. He'd tried every trailer-park he'd known - along with the two new ones. But Nick's keys didn't let him in, nowhere!
This was the last chance Monroe had. When he would fail again he would give his other idea a try: sniffing the Siegbarste and his hostage out. As long as the weather was like this, cloudy but without rain, he had a chance to find the lead. Whatever he should do when he'd find them …
But now he had this very last chance and he really didn't want to go after a Siegbarste without anything but his bare teeth and claws. And that wouldn't be enough Monroe was sure.
So he walked to the front-gate, closed with a big padlock and pulled Nick's keys out of the pocket.
He spent another look into the park:
boats, trucks, trailers, two or three cargo-containers. But there was no old trailer, especially not silver, visible. Nothing.
Was he wrong?
Monroe looked again through the fence.
Wait a minute … wasn't that something silvery? There, between one truck without licence-plats and a boat?
Monroe looked at the keys.
There were three keys he was still thinking they could lead him to Nick's secret GrimmBase. One was the key to the trailer itself, the other two ones … he had to try!
Monroe grabbed the big padlock which closed the door and tried to put the first key into the lock.
Nope, no way!
Monroe was getting nervous.
Could it be that he was wrong? Why on earth anybody should put an old trailer like an airstream into an open space? Especially when this trailer could relate to a Grimm … ?
That was the point: Nick, BabyGrimm without experiences, didn't have said experiences. He simply didn't know with what he was dealing here. And without Marie Kessler on his side teaching him the right way to be a Grimm Nick never had the chance to become what he was - well, not to get the bad aspects of this „being a Grimm". What could turn out as a good thing on the other hand, Monroe continued, because Nick gave every Wesen a chance instead of cutting off heads by sight or something.
Wasn't this the reason for Monroe to try to befriend this so unusual Grimm? Because he felt with Nick. Lord! Only remembering this BabyGrimm on his porch running into him and yelling at him … it was some kind of cute to remember that scene.
Monroe searched the second key.
But IF he would find this imagined trailer and he would find inside this trailer said poison. What he was supposed to do? Monroe doubt that being kind and friendly asking the Siegbarste to drink this poison would help him out with the question how to put said poison INTO the Siegbarste.
Well, at least he was dealing here with Grimm-stuff. Grimm-stuff could mean that there was more than Nick's usual 9-MM. Grimm were after Siegbarste for some millenias now so it was more than possible that Grimm had found a way to put the poison they'd found to kill a Siegbarste inside named Siegbarste.
Monroe tried the second key and … it slid into the lock without problem.
Monroe's heart stopped for a second - before it started a wild dance.
He was on the right way!