hjwood: Grimm, Nick (Nick1)
2012-01-28 03:10 am

The Animal in Me

 The Animal in Me (Part 1/?)
By hjwood

Cleaning blood out of the front seat of his car had become second nature.

When he used to use a police cruiser, the presinct had people to do that for him. People who would mop of the blood and the carefully make sure that it wasn't contaminated with anything that might be able to be passed along. They'd do it with a smile, educated and happy with their lives, like they weren't mopping of the blood of somebody who might have been dying.

Not that people usually died on his watch. Not when he was doing the police thing. Being a homicide detective had its perks- they were already dead. Not clutching their side in pain, too obviously trying not to cry because the bullet that was still lodge in there fucking hurts, bleeding...

“It's okay,” and shocked though he is at the fact, his voice is steady and firm and easy- and it really looks like Monroe might be okay, if only for the fact that Nick says so like that. “It'll be okay.”

And the other man growls, snaps at nothing with teeth that are just way too big- “We're almost there, it'll be fine. Just hang on.”

“Almost...” Monroe gasps and takes a steadying breath. “where?”

“The hospital, but we're almost there-”

“No-” another gasp. Another breath of air. “No hospitals!”

“You've been shot-”

“Better to have a bullet,” and fuck, thats a new wave of blood dripping through his fingers. Soaking through the shirt that Nick wrapped around Monroe's side as something protective, weak though it was. “Better... than being in a lab.”

“Nobody would-”

“No hospitals!”

And Nick can't argue because he's still learning. Because he doesn't know just how different Monroe might actually be on the inside. Physically. Obviously much stronger... like that Ogre, the hospital might think he has dense bones. Or something. Something.

“Where?” He's certainly not going to argue. “Where's good?”

“Guy I know,” and another gasp, “Just hope he doesn't kill me for being with you-” and that's when Monroe starts to giggle almost hysterically which obvoiusly isn't anything good...

“Not going to bring you to a guy that might kill you,” duh. The fact that Monroe might even imagine he would is... disturbing. And kind of scary. “I know somebody else.”

And with that he ignores the grumbling, the short breath, and the overwhelming pain that's all but radiating from the Blutbod. Picks up his phone.

She'll meet them at her office. It's the middle of the night... it'll have to do.

TBC
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