Not All That Glitters Is Golden.

Island of dreams

Summary: after being seen Nick decided that it time that he asks the local Royal for some help, but he wasn't ready to meet him face to face.

Back at the Portland south precinct Captain Sean Renard was sat back in his chair, the picture of the unknow visitor in hand and his mind was racing. The events of earlier in the day still fresh in his thoughts. As a police Captain he knew he needed to mention the stranger in the alleyway, but as the Cantons ruler he knew he needed to find out who the stranger was before he spoke up. A knocking at his door caused him to jump slightly as Sgt Wu entered his office. Renard directed him to allow his visitor into his office before dismissing his desk Sgt with a smile, his spymaster sat down in the seat before him and waited for him to speak.

"I believe I may have encountered our visitor" Renard spoke to no one in particular as he stared at the picture once again.

"Were Sire, did you find out his intentions?" asked Sam concernedly for his prince, while being both cautious and intrigued.

"We did not speak; he was at a location we had on two suspects involved with a murder my detectives are working on. I don't believe this is a coincidence, I believe we are hunting the same men but for different reasons, something about the Sam Bertram case has brought a Grimm to my Canton. I want to know why?" said Renard as he looked at his spymaster who was already on his feet and with a bow he was gone.

Renard slumped slightly in his chair with a sigh, opening up the normally locked drawn within his desk he pulled out a police issue pad, on its lined pages was a perfect rendering of Nick's face in pencil.

"Who are you?" he asked himself before placing the pad away and locking the draw.

~~*~~

Freddy was sat in silence, a cup of tea sat before him long gone cold when a loud knocking on his door made him jump. Getting up nervously he approached his door and at seeing who it was let out a sigh of relief as he open it up and let Nick in. The Grimm walked calmly into the shop and took the seat offered to him by Freddy before he disappeared into the backroom returning a little later with a tray of coffee and a note pad. Sitting down beside Nick Freddy began talking.

"J's all gone not a speck remains. Were good with that. As for your problem I made some calls, I got two names Clint Vickers and Joshua Hall......"

"That tracks with my investigations too" added Nick as he was impressed with the Fuchsbau's initiative, after all for a wesen to look at him let alone humour and aid him was a big step for him, but he seemed almost invested in helping Nick with his mission.

"Oh, I heard a rumour as I was asking around, is it true Portland's a Protectorate?" asked Nick as Freddy froze.

For a moment Nick watched the Fuchsbau nervously fidget with his hand, his beard, stand up, walk round and then finally sit down.

"It's complicated, is there a royal? Yes, have we ever seen them? No. they rule from the shadows. You see evidence of them, the royal has agents in all walks of life, human and wesen. Most Hexenbiests serve them. Theres a law firm over by the south precinct that's rumoured to be controlled by them. For the most part we are left to our own devices, it's a more relaxed state then many I've heard of around the world. We pay out tribute, which is a fair one and so far, they've kept the other royals out and the crime rates not so bad" shrugged Freddy as he drank his coffee and watched Nick cautiously.

"If you want my opinion, you'd be best to make yourself know to one of their agents, let them know you're not here to cause trouble. Who knows the royal may even be able to help you" offered Freddy optimistically.