A note before you start:This is the first part of a story, and it probably can't stand on its own, but unless there's demand it won't be finished. Feel free to just not read it.

Trubel was in Seattle. She'd herd of a string of 'animal attacks' similar to what mountain lions might do, she suspected they where Klaustreich which meant that the victims might all be Reinigen, something she had verified by a quick question to the victims families.

She'd had little luck finding the culprits on her own, unsurprisingly people didn't tend to babble about what vessen did what, or where to find any specific vessen. Used to be that the only vessen she killed came after her first, after that she'd had Hadrian's Wall to help identify targets so she didn't really have much training in the 'tracking' part of the hunt.

She'd resoved to find just one local vessen to help her, under the assumption that they might have some contacts of their own, like Monroe and Rosalie did.

She'd found her cohort in a young bunny vessen, Petra Potter AKA Hasle, a female reporter who knew a fair bit about local vessen. She was lean and tall, but by no means a bean pole, she had, as far as Trubel could tell, some fairly impressive muscles, mostly in her legs.

Hasle knew she was a Grim, but she'd been able to convince her that she'd be able to solve it without any decapitations, even if Trubel wasn't sure of that herself yet.

They'd visited some of Hasle's acquaintances who had told them where to go to find one of the larger groups of Klaustreich in Seattle.

They where in an apartment building, the home of a prominent Klaustreich around those parts. It was old, but only slightly run down, a faint musk had settled in the walls, which at some point had probably been a light blue but where now turning green. They knocked on the apartment door, number 35.

"What?" He was a gruff older man, maybe sixty, slightly overweight.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about some Klaustreich killing folk would you?"

"Trubel, we're actually looking for a girl, Kathrine Twain," Hasle looked to the man, "is she here?"

"She is. I hope you plan on being more polite when you talk with my daughter."

"She still lives with her dad?"

"I live with her. Can't do much on my own these days." So maybe a bit older than sixty. Seventy, probably. He turned around slightly, for a moment diapering from view. "Hey, Kitty! Some folk here to see you!"

It didn't take long for Kathrine 'Kitty' Twain to meet them at the door, they still hadn't been invited in, probably because Trubel lacked any and all social grace. She blamed her childhood. And all the vessen that had made it a constant fight for survival.

"So what can I do for you fine ladies today?"

"We're investigating some murders, looks like the victims where Reinigen, police thinks it was animal attacks but unless there are mountain lions in Seattle, I'm thinking some Klaustreich went on a hunt." She'd seen Nick do it often so she felt confident she'd done at least that part right, even if she wasn't good at investigating.

Nick usually used police resources to find out who had been in the area before looking into who was a vessen, but that wouldn't work for Trubel, so here she was, blazing a new path.

"And you thought I might be able to help, is that right."

"Yes, mam." Hasle said. "We don't suspect you or your father, just thought you might be able to point us in the direction of some rowdier Klaustreich, or if you don't trust us, investigate it yourself."

"Let's see some ID before this goes on any further." Hasle woged, then Kathrine looked to Trubel.

"Oh, I'm kehrseite, can't vogue." She slammed the door in their face. They could hear a muffled shout from the other side. "Call the cops dad, that girl's a grimm." Damn, that obvious?

Neither Kathrine or her father had woged, but just in case Trubel was wearing sunglasses. Though, she supposed, that had been her undoing, since it was cloudy outside, and there was even less need for sunglasses indoors.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, mam, promise." It sounded weak, even to Trubel herself. "Not whoever's responsible either. Plan is to frame them or have them turn themselves in."

"And if you can't?" Kathrin asked, voice less muffeled then when she had been talking to her dad.

"Threats? I might have to back them up if they don't listen." She could see Hasle visibly disappointed to hear her say that.

"How about we come back tomorrow? Let you think about it?" Hasle indicated for Trubel to follow as she left, not waiting to hear an answer from either Kathrine of her dad.

When they where outside Trubel stopped.

"Do you have any other leads? Cause I'm shit out of luck otherwise."

"Not really, and besides, I also have a full time job, and I really should be getting back to it now. Let's just come back tomorrow and hope she'll have a change of heart."

"What, but this could be your story, right?" She knew for a fact that Hasle wanted to do investigative jurnalism, one of the few things the bunny vessen, or berwachsen, as they where called, had told her about herself.

"Not really. It isn't a conspiracy, just a normal crime, which means I'm supposed to just report after the cops have solved it, or if they make a statement about it. Otherwise I'm wasting my time, and by extension my bosses money."

Trubel felt disappointed. She understood that she couldn't expect Hasle to be as eager as Monroe, but she'd really have liked that.

Ever since she left HW after they defeated Black Claw, since Meisner died, really, she hadn't really had many people she talked to on a regular basis. There had been Eve, for a bit, but they had never been close and Eve had stayed with HW after Trubel left.

She was lonely, really. Just that, and Hasle seemed like good company.

"Alright then. Tomorrow." She turned to walk away, ecploring the city couldn't hurt, and her car was close by so she wouldn't have to walk for long. Hasle went to her own car.


She wasn't sure if she could trust Trubel, after all she was a grimm, but she hoped. It would be nice to know that there where girmm out there who actually helped people, someone who cared if a vessen was killed.

A man ran out from an alleyway, startling her. There wasn't anything special about him, other than the one detail she noticed. In his eyes she was herself, woged and surrounded by the most intense darkness.

She ran. She ran to the only person she thought might be able to save her.

"Trubel!"

She wasn't a bad runner, as a berwachsen she had an advantage compared to a normal human, but there was a grimm behind her and she'd heard stories. Some grimm, they said, could run faster than any vessen, or track someone by smell, or they could do some other freaky things that defied reason, so she ran as fast as she could, and caught up to Trubel soon enough.

She grabbed the grimms hand and pulled her along as she passed her.

"Why are we running? Is it because of that guy following you?" She was breathing heavily, almost couldn't speak, but even if it meant that he'd catch up a bit telling her would be worth it.

"He's a grimm, saw me woge. You gotta protect me, please."

"Well I don't think you have to worry about that, seing how far behind you he is. Cut left." She did as she was told, cutting left into an alleyway, then Trubel let go of her hand and stopped. "Keep running if you want, you'd probably get away, but I'm staying."

She wasn't sure what to do. On one hand Trubel was a grimm, so she could probably hold her own in a fight, and for that matter the other grimm might not want to fight her in the first place. On the other hand, he was a grimm too, and he might think she was another vessen, so she might need help.

The man turned around the corner, she was on the other end of the alleyway having not been as eager to stop as Trubel who was roughly in the middle between her and the other grimm.

"What's this? Some sort of ambush?"

"Not really, but if you want to fight you won't make it out of here alive." Trubel pulled out a machete from underneath her jacket. Was that there this whole time?

"Big words from a small vessen like yourself, but no, I'm not here to fight you."

"Thank your lucky stars for that, buddy, cause I'm not some 'small vessen girl', I'm a grimm, and it's a well known fact that female grimm are better than male ones." Was that true? Did it mean that Hasle had put herself in danger for nothing? Should she run? Then again, he had said that he didn't want to fight.

"Really?" Neither of them where in a fighting stance anymore.

"Yeah, we start seeing vessen at twelve while men only start seeing em in their twenties, so we get a decades worth of of experience more. There are also other things, but I never really bothered memorizing the differences.

"So what did you want from me?" Hasle asked. She was scared, of course she was, the grimm where literally the stuff of nightmares, and the monsters in the bedtime stories she'd heard as a kid. Not the only monsters, but the scariest ones for sure.

"I'm on a hunt, some big monster, liquefies then drinks your bones, sometimes you even survive after the fact, for a bhit, but i digress. I've been tracking it for a while, and it seems likely that it's here now, or will be in a few days.

"I was wondering if you'd heard of anything like that, is all." A bone sucking monster was certainly news to Hasle, in fact she didn't even know such a creature existed, let alone that one was hunting around Seattle.

"No, we haven't. But if what you're saying is true, then that might be a bigger problem than a few Klaustreich."

"So you're just going to stop protecting the Reinigen?"

"No, I'll do both. Or, he'll do the bone monster, but if he finds it he should call me. That would work right?" That was... She didn't like the idea of abandoning the Reinigen, but leaving this other grimm around to hunt in Seattle could be problematic, who knows what he'd do.

Of course, Trubel was already proof that not all grimm where bad, she was actually nice and helped vessen which was more than just not being bad, but Hasle didn't trust this new grimm. All her instincts told her to run, and she had good instincts.

"Sure, just give me your number and I'll do that. I'll also kill any Klaustreich I come across while I'm doing my thing."

"What? No! You can't just kill all Klaustreich." Trubel balled her free hand into a fist and gripped her machete tighter.

"Why not? They're dangerous beasts." He bent his knees slightly, so little that she wouldn't have noticed at all if she had thought she was safe. If she hadn't been paying attention.

"Just because they can kill people doesn't make them all killers, and we can't just chop off the heads of innocent people." Trubel bent her own knees slightly, both of them getting ready for a fight, but neither seemed to want to make the first move, so they kept talking.

"They're not people, they're vessen." Trubel brought her machete into a ready position, and the other grimm responded by lifting his fists similarly, but he didn't pull out a weapon.

They where still several meters apart.

"If you really think that then why would you spare Hasle?"

"Because berwachsen are harmless." Well, it wasn't common for one to attack people, but that didn't mean they couldn't do it if they wanted to. That was to say, he underestimated them, but was statistically correct.

"I know a vegan Blutbad. The only times he hurts someone is when he's working with his cop/grimm friend, stopping vessen that are actually dangerous. I'm pretty sure that invalidates your whole philosophy on dangerous vessen."

"Not really, even if there is one exception doesn't mean we should let dangerous monsters go free. Klaustreich hunt Reinigen, Fuchsbau hunt berwachsen, Blutbaden hunt Bauerschwein, and they all kill people just as often. I won't hunt the harmless ones, but for the others it's just a matter of statistics, and even if you count them as people you're saving lives."

"Actually in my experience most of them recognize the value of human life, so you're still wrong." Trubel moved her front-most foot slightly, not forward or back, just moved it. Hasle Figured it was probably a treat of some kind.

"I'm not telling you how to hunt, so if you want to spare them, you do you, far as I'm concerned you're still helping."

"Sorry, but I can't say the same, so unless you're going to change that tune real fast we're going to have a problem."

"There are bigger issues then whether or not some Klaustreich die! This bone sucker is extremely dangerous, it'll likely devour hundreds of people within the coming weeks!" The other grimm was getting angry now, but he lowered his guard slightly so maybe he was less aggressive?

"Then I suggest you don't kill willy nilly, at least not while we're in the same city." It was both a threat and a compromise. Hasle hadn't known Trubel for long but that much, at least, was apparent. She had backed down from demanding he change in general to demanding a temporary change. The other grimm got his guard back up again, but only partially, halfway between where it had been and when he didn't have it up at all. From the looks of things he was agreeing.

"Fine, I won't kill all dangerous vessen I come across for now, does that mean I can count on you to back me up when I find the bone-sucker?" Trubel relaxed and stood upright again.

"Yes. Let me give you my number." She pulled out a notepad and quickly jotted down her phone number, but she didn't put away the machete.

She tore out the paper and, after putting the notepad and pen away, went to the other grimm, machete still out, and handed him the note.

"If you hear anything about some Klaustreich hunting Reinigen, let me know. Or, you know, if you hear of some other vessen related murders."

"The name's Charlie, by the way."

"Trubel."

"What?"

"That's what people call me, a nickname from foster-care."

They parted ways, still facing each other for a bit, then he left the alleyway completely and Trubel went to Hasle's side of the ally.

They left together.

Finishing notes: If you have any idea what the bone-sucker could be, let me know. Other than that, comments, regardless of what you write, are super apreciated.

berwachsen are a combination of Peter rabbit and the bunnies from Overgrowth. The name means overgrowing and I mean that on a species level.