AN: That last chapter too much? Hmm. Anyway, we've reached the end. Thank you to everyone that read/reviewed/stuck with me.

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"What on earth did you say to Berman that convinced him to let me off at two o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Does it really matter? The good thing is I didn't have to use the handcuffs. Or deadly force. It's a win-win in my book. The paperwork is a bitch."

"Uh-huh," she said, but she smiled and Nick knew she wasn't bothered by whatever he had done. Surprisingly it had been easier than he thought to get Adalind freed up Friday afternoon. He only had to enlist Anita's help, and she was surprisingly capable of getting the job done, no matter what Adalind sometimes groused about her. Obviously Adalind had seen signs of that fact, too, or otherwise she probably would have canned Anita long ago.

"So where are you taking me?"

"Into the woods," Nick said.

"Yes, I can see that," she said, looking out the window at the forest surrounding them. "Where in the woods?"

"Deep into the woods," Nick said. She gave him a look.

"Will we have cell reception?" she asked him, clearly thinking about the ability to reach her children; for someone to reach her about them if they needed to.

"Yes," Nick assured. "Once we reach the top of the mountain you'll be able to send and receive calls; I checked when I made the reservation."

She looked at him and ran her hand over his knee and thigh, excitement and anticipation evident in her expression, and Nick felt his blood warm.

"Did Monroe and Hank and Wu ever calm down," Adalind asked him, turning back to look at the scenery.

"No, not really. A little bit, I guess."

"It'll be okay," Adalind said.

"Yeah," Nick said with a sigh. "We may have to get remarried with all our friends just to smooth things over."

"Hmm. Would that mean two honeymoons, then?"

Nick looked at her. "We'll have to see how you recover from the first," he said, smile playing on his lips as he looked back at the road. The road up to the chalets was a curvy, hairpin type, going up the mountain at a fairly steep incline, requiring most of his attention.

"Me?" she snorted, but she had that familiar seductive glint in her eye, the one that made Nick's groin tingle and he thought how well she gave as good as she got.

"You," he confirmed.

"Yeah, we'll see," she said smugly.

"I still have handcuffs, don't forget," Nick said.

"What, you think you're the only one?" she retorted and he glanced at her in surprise. She smirked.

He focused back on the road and bit down his own smirk. She was always full of surprises. "I look forward to delving deeper into that story later," Nick said.

"How much longer until we get there?"

"According to GPS, about fifteen minutes."

"I hope everything will be okay this weekend," she said. "Diana and Kelly," she added, as though Nick might be uncertain as to what she was referring to. She was trying very hard to be a team player, and focused on the honeymoon but her instincts as a mother had at least part of her mind on her children. Nick wasn't overly worried about Kelly. He had stayed with Monroe and Rosalee several times, but he knew her real concern lay with Diana spending her first court-mandated weekend with Renard.

"Did you tell Renard about us?'

Nick shook his head, thinking of the conversation he and Renard had yesterday afternoon. "No. Told Hank to tell him something came up if he asked, but we're still not really talking."

"So he doesn't know you're on your way to our honeymoon?"

"No, not unless Hank or Wu told him."

"Maybe that's best," Adalind said. "I'm not sure how I'd feel if he knew we'd be gone and hard to reach for the next few days."

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, what if he knew and he decided it was the perfect time to do something with Diana, hide her, or take her away? It would be hours before we could get back to the city and she could be long gone."

Nick tightened his jaw. If he did that after the conversation he and Renard had had yesterday and the one at Diana's birthday party, he would find Renard and kill him himself. He doubted Renard was focused on that, right now anyway, if that was even his intent. He was more concerned with what Newton/Sudcliffe was trying to do. It would take him a while to figure out if having Diana back in his life, even part time as he was claiming he would agree to if Nick decided to help him, was worth the fear and concern for what might happen to her because of it. It was possible her being back in his life might be more useful to him than being in hiding, and it would take him awhile to figure that answer out.

Nick really hoped that wouldn't be the driving factor in Renard's decision to get to know his daughter, but he thought the pressures of trying to play both sides, the throne, and royalty might crowd out anything else.

"Do you think he'll agree to our proposal," Adalind asked him, and Nick shrugged, thinking again of what they had discussed yesterday. He hadn't mentioned the topic to Adalind, not so much because Renard had asked him not to, but because Nick wasn't sure where he stood on what Renard was asking him. He was trying to make a decision based on logic and facts, not an emotional one. Despite however Renard might want to frame it, Nick had an uneasy feeling about what might be really going on there. He agreed that Sudcliffe needed to be stopped, but he couldn't help but wonder what exactly he would be helping Renard with. Catching a criminal and a leader of the opposition, or helping Renard position himself for some type of political move with the Royals?

It was hard to ignore the voice that kept pointing out he could give Adalind exactly what she wanted, with minimal fuss on Renard's part. That this was likely the right decision for Diana, to have some stability and structure in her life. Nick could be the hero to both his wife and daughter. Renard essentially had Nick over a barrel and they both knew it.

"Do you want to turn back around?" Nick asked her, and she twisted her lips.

"No," she said after a moment. "What I want, what I really want, is to enjoy our weekend together. We're never going to be able to have a real honeymoon—go away for a week or two, someplace warm and tropical like Monroe and Rosalee, at least—probably for a long, long time, if ever. So I do want to enjoy this weekend with you, and not be scared or worried about our children."

"You know we can honeymoon at home," Nick said. "The kids will still be away for the weekend and we'd be close if they needed us."

"No, we're here, see? I promise we're going to enjoy ourselves." She pointed to the office out the windshield and indicated a few of the chalets Nick could see off in the distance.

"Duh," Nick said with a grin. "I know what happens on a honeymoon."

"Really? Been married before have you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Nick replied, getting out of the car to check in.

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He had done good, he thought, and judging by Adalind's expression she thought so, too. She looked around their chalet, a small smile on her lips as she noted the details, the décor, a note from the staff that welcomed Mr. and Mrs. Burkhardt to their stay for the weekend that she had looked at for a long time, and congratulating them on their nuptials. There was a bottle of champagne in a chiller, two flutes beside it, mints on the pillows, rose petals on the floor leading to the bed that Nick thought was a bit cheesy but Adalind gasped over when she saw them, and their own private Jacuzzi that Nick couldn't wait to see her bubbly and naked in.

He dropped their bags near the entrance and then trailed after her as she fingered objects in the chalet and oohed and ahhed over the place.

"You like it?" Nick asked when she smelled a vase of fresh cut flowers on the dresser. She looked at him and smiled, her expression affectionate and loving and pleased and he had her in his arms before he realized he had moved. Her arms moved around him and he pulled her close, tasting her lips, suddenly impatient to be with her.

"There's champagne chilling in the bucket, we can have a glass and toast to a lifetime of happiness, or at least what passes for that with two people who used to hate each other's guts," she said.

"Later," he murmured, and slipped her shirt over her head. "First, I want to spend some quality time with my new bride." Her pants pooled around her ankles next after he slipped them over her hips, and she stepped out of them and slipped back into his arms, mouths fused again. He felt his belt slip from the loops, and he stepped back and worked his way out of his shoes, kicking them off to the side where one thunked loudly against the bureau. He yanked her to him again, more urgent this time, hands and mouth everywhere. She tried to work the buttons on his shirt, but he was so insistent, yanking and pulling and grabbing her against him, a fever raging now that they were alone, that she got fed up and ripped it open, and he heard buttons scatter everywhere on the floor.

"I liked that shirt," he said teasingly, telling himself to slow down a little.

"You're going to like it more what I'm going to do to you. You won't even care about the shirt. Or these pants for that matter."

"Mmm," he said, hand sliding through her hair, and cupping the back of her head. "I think," he said, maneuvering her closer to the bed, stepping out of his jeans, "that we should take this nice and slow," he continued when she looked up at him trustingly. "There's no kids, and no reasons to hurry. Just a husband," he said, finding her mouth again, "making love to his wife," he finished when he came back up for air, and he carefully laid her back on the bed.

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He was going to have to remember that move the next time he tried to take down a particularly slippery subject. He still wasn't sure how she managed it. She claimed it wasn't as hard as he was saying since he had been so focused on her breasts, but in his defense that was totally untrue, and secondly they were fantastic when they jiggled, full and firm, well worth the attention he gave them.

Somehow or another, as they had started round two, she had managed to get the drop on him and he was handcuffed to the bed, marveling over her alacrity. She grinned smugly as she sat back, still straddling him, and he watched her breasts bounce with the motion. The nipples were hard and pert, and he ached to play with them. It had been a long time since they'd had the opportunity to be this uninhibited together and he was pleased to see he wasn't the only one taking advantage of the freedom this little getaway had allotted them.

He tugged against the cuffs, found they held firm and looked up at them, noting they were connected to the metal headboard. He looked back down when he felt her hands slide down his hips and she grinned wickedly when she caught his eye as her mouth moved over his abdomen following. He swallowed and shifted and she grinned again.

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They had broken the cuffs. Or maybe the bed. He wasn't sure. Either way his hands were free and she was currently panting heavily, cheek pressed against the mattress, her smooth, bare ass giving him a different perspective of something round and firm as she laid draped over him, lying perpendicular to his body. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, making sure he wasn't about to stroke out after what they had done. After a few minutes he thought he might live and he lifted his head to check on his wife. His lips curled at that thought and further still when he caught sight of her wholly satisfied expression.

He pulled his arm into view, and noted the chain connecting the cuffs had broken. Good. He wasn't sure he could afford to replace the bed in this place any way, after the house they had bought. A new pair of cuffs was much cheaper.

"Oh my god," Adalind moaned, and Nick looked back at her, dropping his arm.

"Were these your cuffs or my cuffs?" he asked her and she blinked hazily and looked at them.

"Oh my god," she said again, breathlessly. Her face scrunched up in thought after a moment. "I think they were yours. Mine are fictional. I didn't actually bring any." He quirked a brow at her. "If I needed you restrained for some reason, I just planned on tying you up with something, but that…that was way more fun than anything I had imagined."

He dropped his head back against the pillow and silently agreed.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Who cares?" he said, but looked at his watch, which was the only thing he was still wearing. "It's a little after eight," Nick said, and she nodded but didn't otherwise move.

"I guess we should get something to eat. Order up some room service," Nick suggested, blowing air out of his cheeks, and lifted his head to look over at her.

She nodded again.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a laugh, and she looked at him and grinned. She nodded. He slid his hand over the silky smoothness of the back of her thigh, following the slope of her rear before smacking it lightly.

"Then get off me, I need to get up. I'll order in. We need to refuel. There's still the Jacuzzi to try out and we're not leaving here until we do. And after all that we just did…I could use a moment to soak and relax anyway."

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"Is your intention to have me up against every horizontal surface of the chalet?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with it?"

"Ohhh," she said, when he rocked her against the small table desk in the living area, closing her eyes. "No, I suppose not."

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"We should get a Jacuzzi for our place," she said, breathing heavily in his ear, water sloshing over the side as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"We can't afford one," he said.

"You sure? Maybe one of us should get a second job. I think you're right. We're really missing an opportunity here."

"I have a second job," Nick said. "So I guess that one of us is you."

"Excuse me? I'm a lawyer and a mom to two small children."

"Well, I'm a cop and a Grimm and a dad, so…looks like one of us should get a third job."

"God, it ought to be against the law what you do with your—ahh!" she gasped, and he nuzzled her throat.

"Maybe it is and you just don't know it."

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"You okay?" Nick asked as Adalind slowly pushed up from their makeshift bed on the floor. Saturday morning and afternoon had been spent much in the way of their first night in the chalet, with exception to a couple of meal breaks and the thirty or so minutes it took Nick to start the fire. It was still burning brightly in the fireplace, an hour later and they were surrounded by a bottle of wine, a couple of glasses and a couple of downy blankets under and over them.

"Mm-hmm," Adalind said sleepily, the blanket sliding off her shoulder. Goosepimples popped up all over her upper arms, and Nick quickly recovered her and pulled her close. She snuggled against him and they listened to the fire crackle for a few minutes.

"Do you think Diana's okay? Sean's is a new place for her, and we just moved. It's a lot of change for her in the last couple of months."

Nick opened his eyes, coming to awareness slowly.

"She's going to be fine. You'll see her tomorrow. Kelly, too."

"I miss them," she whispered. He thought of the noise that constantly pervaded the house now whenever the children were awake. The fighting, the crying, the giggling and laughter. His son's temper tantrums and Diana's fits of fury that could literally shake the walls of the house. Their smiles and the hugs they gave him when he came home, running as fast they could to greet him and be swept up in his arms. The incoherent chatter as they fought for Nick's attention and told him about their day.

"Me, too," he said, and felt her fingers slip into his, her wedding ring cool against his skin. He would have to make his decision about Renard and Sudcliffe and what he was willing to do. He turned his head and placed a kiss in her hair, and she snuggled up against his side.

"Go to sleep. It'll be tomorrow when you wake up."

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