Saturday evening.
Nick and Hank had a day off duty so that gave them the chance to work on their knowledge of the wesen. The caravan's table started to look like a collage meet up. Books, upon books opened and papers scattered around with drawings and spare diary pages.
Hank was sniffing out on Hexenbeast's true nature and powers. He was laying down on one hand over the book, and his other hand was grasping his coffee mug.
"Dammit, these bitches are ugly." He dropped in now and again. "They are batshit crazy."
Nick on the other hand was going through the position and elixirs insightful encyclopedias, 5 big, fat volumes to be exact. The two had a small conversation now and again, comparing notes and taking a good old laugh at how carzy the whole thing really was. They had a sip of their now cold coffee and sighed at how bad it tasted. Nick got up and stretched.
"Ahh...I need help." He murmered as he twisted his body to the side then to the other.
"With what?" Hank peeped from behind a pile of books.
"The damn 3rd volume is in German. Can't make sense of half of the scripture." The Grimm wiped out his phone and dialed the first number.
"Who on Earth would know German aged back to 1800s?" Hank sat up.
Nick wiggled his eyebrows. "Is a secret." He whispered. The officer huffed and shook his head, heading back to the dusty pages. The phone rang twice before the other picked up.
"Hey Nick, what's up?"
"Mind helping with some translations? I would really appreciate it." He grinned.
"Remember what I said about you not asking anything else but helping you with a case?"
"Not a case."
"Yea, yea. I'll come by."
Nick nodded. "See you in a few." He heard the other sigh deeply then hang up. He cackled.
"Nick again?" Rosalee placed down the jar chicken hearts.
"Yea, needs help. Seriously, he is helpless without me." Monroe smiled. He placed down the bottle of llama spit. "Look I'll come by later to help you finnish off the order." He offered.
"No, it's fine. I am nearly done here anyway." Rosalee smiled. "Go he needs you."
"Thanks." He patted her shoulder and headed towards the door, grabbing his coat on his way out.
Meanwhile, the two officers were in a long discussion/argument on how to pronounce wolga. They even went the whole way with waving hands, legs, even coffee mugs at each other, trying to show that they were right and the other was wrong.
Monroe knocked a couple of times but the screaming two inside were too busy fighting for them to hear him. So he decided to walk in, and what a bloody good timing. Nick and Hank were at each other's throats, not literally. The bultbad coughed awkwardly, which made the two stop at turn to his direction.
"Finally, Monroe tell him that I am right!" Hank stepped forward pointing and waving a finger at Nick.
Nick shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous."
"You are the one who's being ridiculous."
"No you are-."
"No both of you are being childish. " Monroe spoke up. He shook his head. "What are you two even fighting over?"
Nick nodded and walked over to him. He placed a hand on his arm to grab his attention. "How do you pronounce wolga properly?"
Monroe opened his mouth to answer but then closed it and frowned. "Seriously?"
