** The Next Morning- 9:30am **
Nick
You okay? Your grip tightened suddenly.
You
A uh-- A uh-- A uh, memory.
Nick
Right. No talking about it. Im gonna take a shower.
You
Okay, i have a shower downstairs.
Nick
This house is like a--
You
That door at the end of the room on the right? The bathroom.
Nick
Oh, okay. Thanks.
You both went your separate ways and took 1 hour long showers. After the showers, Nick asked you to run your fingers through his hair. You agreed happily, and dried his hair. After drying it, you ran your fingers throguh it with a smile. After chilling for about 3 hours, Hank called you in for some help. Reluctant to leave Nick's side, Burkhardt told you to go. The Missing Information to this case popped into your head like 1,2,3. You found the unlucky son of a bitch and killed him with standard SPY PROCEDURE. Its something you'd like to forget, but its something you remember.
Hank
How bout we celebrate with a drink?
Nick
Im not in the mood.
You
What?!
Nick
Im not in the mood to drink! Is that a crime?
You
No! Sort of! I dont know!
Nick
Just go home, Gibbs!
You
Maybe i will... Detective!
Wu
Wow, man. You really messed up.
You
Again. Wu, right here.
Hank
Shouldn't you be in the midst of leaving?
You
Oh, right.
You whipped up your leather jacket and walked out the doors like a bomb had just exploded behind you. Gaurenteed, the police officers would be stsring at your ass. Especially Nick, because that hot ass belongs to him.
** Home- Mansion/Condo **
**Eldon Called**
Eldon: Your flight will be at the Portland Airport to Germany in a few hours. Tell that Burkhardt guy to get ready.
You: No problem.
You heard a light chuckle before a series of clicks. After that, the line went dead. You show Nick in after he arrives and he kisses you up against the wall.
Nick
So, that fight?
You
To make it look like there was nothig happening between us.
Nick
Oh, good idea.
You
I uh-- i have cameras you know?
Nick
We can watch this later. For our own amusement.
You
Kinky? Never knew.
Nick
There. Are. So. Many. Things. You. Do. Not. Know. About. Me.
He says each word with finesse and lust supporting it. And each word led to your sweetspot. You let out a little happy noise, noticing your head was restsrained upwards. Nick nibbled on your neck until there was purple.
You
Nick, please...
Nick
Please, what? What is it?
You
Just not tonight. Not in a while. Right?
Nick
I understand.
You smirk devilishly, and leave a hickey as Nick did to you. He smiled, and kissed your forehead. He backed off and wrapped an arm around you. You leaned into his side, wrapping an arm around his waist. He chuckled, and kissed your temple.
You
There, no we're even. Now,, our plane to Germany leaves in a few hours. Get ready!
Nick
I cant believe we're actually going! I mean, we get this. We have control over the world.
You
Not that that's a good thing because it is. A world run by Grimm's is just what pertland needs.
Nick
Definitely what Portland needs.
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FanficYou worked for MI6 for 7 years. 7 years of false names, and spy training. Broken bones, and lots of other broken things. But, all in all, you were their best agent. You were the best at solving cases, catching killers, and killing killers. But in al...
