A/N: Thanks to my beta reader: You Can Call Me Goddess – Bitch Boddess

Disclaimer: I don't own Grimm.

He sank his blade into the thin flesh, the wesen flailed uncontrollably before lying still and then man turned to the others. "Kill them...all of them."

Stachelschwein Pages

The museum was quiet. Dimmed lights lit the shadowed areas and allowed everything to be seen. Cameras swerved slowly from right to left, continuously capturing every movement in the place, footsteps of a night guard could be heard clacking on the polished floor and whistling a small tune to himself as he did so. Suddenly there was a sharp alto noise that caught his attention, he stopped and looked around. Nothing. Then it happened again and again and a few more times one after the other. It sounded like something was slicing through the air. He walked towards the noise and then stopped. It was silent again. The guard shook his head, thinking he was imagining it, and he realized now why he hated night shifts.

It looked from side to side to make sure that it was alone before crawling across the wall. It crawled around the corner and then spotted another camera. It blinked a few times and then whipped its hand, out and back again, in a flash. A couple of sparks rained from the broken camera and it smiled and continued to move towards its target. It made its way to the fifth floor and then dropped to the ground taking out two more cameras as it did so. It walked up to a glass case and then stared at the content inside.

The book was old and thin. The paper on the cover was peeling and the Old German was barely readable. Two pages that had fallen out during its travels were displayed underneath the book. It showed pictures, diagrams, and German writing underneath some of the German was ancient. The pages were yellow with age and stains damaged some of the writing making it difficult to make out.

The creature slowly waved its hands over the frame of the bulletproof glass case that held the book. It blinked its pure black eyes a few times before raising one of its quill -covered paws. It quickly made a punching motion towards the bulletproof glass and quills shot from its skin, sticking in the glass. The alarm rang out, deafening it, and it hissed angrily but wouldn't allow the noise to distract it from what it was truly after. It threw a few more quills into the glass and then pushed. A screech wailed through the room and shattered the glass. The creature grabbed the book and stuffed it in its coat, including the pages that had fallen out. It turned to see a night guard come up to it with his gun pointed at the creature. The creature hissed loudly, warning the human to stay away but the guard was oblivious and gave the creature no choice. It reached up, snapped a few quills from its coat, and then threw them at the guard. The quills struck the guard in the chest, killing him instantly. The creature jumped to an amazing height, grasping onto the wall, crawled to the emergency exit, kicked open the door and then left.

The police station was quiet; there was hardly anyone there except for Nick and Hank both of whom were placed on a murder case that had happened two weeks ago. A wife had shot her husband after she had found him sleeping with another woman. The bullet was fatal, killing him instantly, and the mistress he was sleeping with killed the wife with a butcher knife by hacking off half of her head. Nick rubbed his eyes from excess grit that was starting to build up. The problem was to find out whether the mistress had killed the wife in a jealous rage or self- defense. From the evidence, Nick thought it was jealous rage until the accused began saying how the wife had tried to kill her as well.

"What do you think?" Nick asked his partner.

"No idea," Hank replied, digging through a food container. "I'm going to go ahead and say jealous rag. The wife just walked right up to the house, entered the bedroom and shot the guy right in the chest. I mean I'd be in a rage if someone entered and killed someone I was having sex with right then and there."

Nick laughed while Hank protested, "I'm serious man."

Just then Nick's phone rang and he picked it up; on the screen was a picture of his girlfriend and underneath was the name: Juliette.

"You gonna answer that?" Hank asked.

"Nah," Nick said, rejecting the call. "She knows that I'm doing a night shift."

"What if she's in trouble?"

Nick sighed. "I bought her a gun."

Hank's eyes went wide and Nick examined the expression on his partner's face.

"What?"

"You got Juliette a gun?"

"What? She didn't feel comfortable so I took her out, had her shoot some rounds, and agreed to buy her a gun as long as she takes lessons on gun safety and shooting."

Hank raised his hands in surrender and added, "Next thing you know, your girl will be running this place."

Nick laughed and then the phone rang out once again, except this time it was the office phone. They both looked at each other and then Hank picked it up.

"Detective Griffin." he asked. There was a silence and Hank nodded. "We'll be there." He placed the phone down on the receiver and then looked at Nick.

"A museum was been broken into, the Ancient Arts archives; some sort of book has been stolen."

Nick raised an eyebrow and then got up with a sigh.

"At least it will be better than going over this shit," Hank said putting on his coat.

"That is true," Nick answered and the two walked out of the station. "Call up the captain, tell him where we're going to be."

Hank nodded and pulled out his cell phone as Nick took out the keys to his car.

On the outside, the museum looked clean, nice, and sophisticated. But the inside was a completely different story; holes were all over in the walls, what looked like porcupine quills stuck out of cameras, walls, and some displays. Claws marks were all over the Ancient Arts archive, and bits of glass and broken porcupine quills surrounded the pillar in which the book had been displayed. More porcupine quills stuck out of the walls and cameras as well as littered on the floor. The emergency door had quills sticking out of its handle, and four deep scratches in the metal.

Nick knew that this had something to do with a wesen, but which one he couldn't fathom. He had never seen anything like it before; he picked up a quill with a gloved hand and stared at it to see if he could see any distinct markings or traces of evidence on it but nothing. It was an ordinary sleek, black porcupine quill. He stood up and looked at Hank who came over.

"What ever happened to guns and knives?" Hank asked staring at the claw marks and quills embedded into the wall.

"People get creative," Nick replied, he took out a long thin vial and placed the quill in it then capped it. As he did so, he made a mental note to visit Monroe about this.

"Guys," the voice made both detectives look up and they saw Sergent Wu come towards them. "The guard that was hit didn't survive the attack; however, his partner was close by and heard the commotion. He's new, just started about a week ago. He's ready to speak if you guys have any questions."

"Oh, we have questions all right," Hank said, but Nick was already halfway to the guard who was leaning up against the scratched marble wall.

"I'm Dete-," Nick started but the guard interrupted him.

"I know," the guard said dully, his arm bent across his chest protectively, "they already told me who you are."

"Can you answer a few questions?" Nick asked.

The guard nodded.

"What's your name?" Hank asked.

"Devenue."

"Can you tell us what happened Devenue?" Hank motioned to the wreckage.

Devenue took in a breath and then exhaled. "I heard noises a few times thought it was just my imagination, sometimes during night shifts you tend to hear things but then it just turns out to be an open window or your imagination."

Hank and Nick gave a knowing side -glance at each other.

"Anyway I heard the noises and the other guard was beside me, he told me to take it easy, since I was new and all, and that he would go check it out. So he headed over to see what was going on. I heard a few things and then a sudden thud. I ran to see what had happened and…there he was, dead." Devenue inhaled a shaky breath as he finished.

"Did you catch a glimpse of the person who did this?" Nick asked hoping for a 'yes' but Devenue shook his head.

"Well, we're glad you're okay," Hank said. The two detectives walked away from the guard and to a corner by themselves. As they were about to talk, a gurney with a plastic yellow cover passed them and both could guess what was under it.

"So, what do you think?" Hank asked.

Nick wanted to say so much, but controlled himself; his true questions would have to be answered later.

"Crazy thief obsessed with porcupine quills?" Nick guessed.

Hank snorted. "I'll say the accuracy of the quills that were thrown proves that whoever stole the book was a professional thrower."

Nick nodded but wasn't really paying any attention. Of course, the person, or thing, was a professional. He tried to think about some possible abilities that the creature would have. Superhuman throwing perhaps? Power to crawl walls? Nick tried to think more about the wesen, but Hank interrupted his thoughts.

"We best get back; the captain wants a review on all of this."

Nick nodded and then placed his hand on the pocket inside his coat to make sure that the vial quill was still there before leaving. He wanted answers and he knew exactly who could give it to him.