You arrived at the trailer rather quickly. Upon arrival, two cars were there. Nicks' and Hanks'. You chuckled to yourself before Nick came out of the trailer door. He smiled at you and you smiled back.
Nick
Gibbs!You
Nick. Help?Throwing your head in the direction of the Impala. He musta gotten your message becuase he came running over. He kissed your hair, and helped you carry in the box.
Hank
What's in the box?You
Stuff. Heritage... Stuff.Nick
Okay, then. Lets check it out?You
Yeah.You smirk, and open the rather absurdly large trunk. After opening, you pick up the little box on top.
Nick
Whats in there?You
Somwthing that'll make it impossible for you to hate me.Nick
Oh really? And what could that possibly be?You
Since my other work travelled ALLLLLLLL over the world, i got these from certain... Places.You smirked, and opened the rectangular black box.
Nick
What are these?You
Keys.Nick
Keys?You
The keys.Nick
You... You mean the keys that could find the Grimm Jackpot?!Nick rummaged around until he had found the ink, paper, and his keys. He smiled at you, and placed the keys around. You figured out it was in the Black Forest.
Nick
Holy shit! We have the location. We have the damn location!You
Noooo... Thank yous?Nick
Oh, right. Sorry. Thank You.Hank
Did I miss something?You
Uh, no. You know how Nick is a Grimm?Hank
Yes.Nick
Well, she's an immortal Grimm.You
Basically, i was breathing when the Mayan's and Aztec's were alive. Hell, i was alive when The Desciples were a year old. Immortal, bitches!Hank
So, if I shoot you, you'd live?You
Ugh, yesssss.Hank shot your head. Your body fell to the ground. 5 to 10 seconds later, you breathed in sharply, and moved your head side to side.
You
Hank! I was not prepared for that.Hank
That's not possible. What?You
Like I said. Immortal.Nick
That's awesome.You got up, smiled, and shook your head.
You
Ahhhhhh.... Havent been shot in a while.
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