They pulled up outside a modern, small house. The garden was neat and the white exterior of the house looked spotless. Hank and Nick glanced at one another before getting out of the car. This was always the worst part of the job. Telling people that they had lost their loved ones. Nick knocked loudly at the door.
"One seeeeccccc!" A female voiced yelled from inside, the sound of someone running down the stairs could be heard. A girl in her late teens opened the door, her dark hair curling around her pink face. She smiled warmly at the two detectives, her dark, chocolaty eyes meeting theirs.
"Hi, sorry about that, I was drying my hair. How can I be of assistance?" The girl’s accent was difficult to place to the two American's, Nick sighed inwardly: it was always the seemingly lovely families that suffered the most tragedy.
"I am detective Burkhardt, this is detective Griffin... Is your mom in? We want to talk to her about Thomas..." The girls face faltered.
"No... She's at work... Thomas?" Worry flitted across her dark eyes. She looked down, tucking some brown hair behind her ear, revealing small piercings up her ear before she Woged out. Nick's eyes widened, but the girl didn't seem bothered. She looked up at him, one eye half scarred, her teeth sharp and dangerous, but her hair had become silver, which seemed to almost shimmer. She shook her head and returned to her original state.
"Yes, what's your name?" Nick asked, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as the girl played with the hem of her long jumper.
"Tessa Engel, I'm Thomas' sister... I-I suppose you'd best come in if this is about Thomas..." She opened the white door a little wider, revealing the light blue painted wall of the interior of the house, "Would you like a cup of tea? Anything?" Her voice sounded constricted, like she already knew what was to come. She licked her lips, nervously, removing the soft pink lipstick that was once there.
"No, thank you Tessa..." Hank's voice was soft as he walked into the house, followed close behind by Nick. Pictures of Tessa, Thomas and a woman, Nick assumed to be her mother, lined the walls. Each one was perfectly straight and in guilt frames. Occasionally a man stood with the three, but those pictures seemed older than the others. "You have a lovely home." He tried pathetically to make things a little easier for the girl. She forced a smile.
"Thanks... Mum's amazing with a tin of pain and some nails." She led them into a large living room, there were two plush red velvet armchairs and a white couch, covered in throw pillows and blankets. Tessa turned to the officers, "please, take a seat." She slowly curled up on an armchair in the corner, facing the detectives. "I shan't beat around the bush and I would appreciate it if you didn't either... Is my brother... Dead?" Her voice cracked at the final word and she looked down, her hair falling over her face.
"Yes... Two hikers found his body this morning..." Tears spilled onto the girl’s cheeks, pulling her mascara and eyeliner down with it. She hid her face in her hands, crying quietly, "We need to ask you some questions if that's okay..." Nick said in a gentle voice, leaning forward.
"Uhm... S-sure, go ahead." She tried to steady her voice but it didn't happen, she looked up at Nick with familiar eyes, he shook off the strange feeling.
"Do you know if anyone wanted to hurt Thomas?" Hank asked, leaning forward.
"N-no... No one, we only moved her three months ago..."
"Where did you live before you came here?"
"Just outside of Liverpool... No one wanted to kill him there either. We kept to ourselves. Thomas was amazing, funny, smart... Everyone loved him, and I'm not just saying that, they did." She looked down.
"Right... You haven't reported your brother missing." Nick too leaned forward, "why?"
"He went out to a friends eighteenth... I didn't expect him to come home..."
"What was this friend's name?"
"Uh... Simon... Simon Helat... He lives about five minutes away. I don't have his address though... I wish I could be of more help." The girl’s eyes never left Nick's.
"You may have to come with us to identify the body... But, we'll let you know..."
"Please, do let me know if I can be of any help... Please." She looked down, her long curls hiding her face.
"We will, thank you for your time. We may have to interview you, and your mother down at the precinct." Nick nodded and stood quickly, Tessa mumbled a response as he left the room. He had to get out, he needed to know what kind of Wesen she was... He knew she was lying. Hank gave Tessa a quick, sad nod, before following Nick out of the house.
Once back in the car, Hank turned to stare at him.
"Okay, what's going on, you looked as though you'd seen a ghost."
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Nick faced forward grimly, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "She was Wesen... But I don't know what kind of Wesen... I've never seen one like her before." He started up the car and began to drive away from the house.
"Why is it, you never know what Wesen the person is we're interviewing. In fact, why is it always Wesen?" Hank rested his head against the black, leather seat.
Tessa watched the detectives drive away, her eyes becoming a molten gold colour, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and called someone.
"I've found him."
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Protector Of The Grimms
FanfictionThe Grimm's protect the mortals, but who protect the Grimms? Nick is surprised to find that he is not the only one who has been born into a life of protecting people... However, to him, a kid does not seem like the ideal protector.
