Here's Chapter 3! I'm soo sorry for taking so long! Life just happened and I couldn't keep up with my stories.

I know ppl are waiting for new chapters for my Tron fic, Sacrifice. I do have a chapter done, I'm just waiting for my beta, so please just be patient.

So! Have fun with this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or Grimm...Sad. Very, very sad.

Chapter Three

"I must admit Blutbad, you have put up quite the fight." commented the slender Reaper, his voice sounding bored. He loosely held his scythe in one hand, showing how uninterested he was of this situation.

Hearing a groan/growl, Monroe looked over at the other Reaper, only to see him getting up slowly. Grinding his teeth in frustration, Monroe could only think how screwed they were. Crap! This just keeps getting better and better!

Dragging his body, with his wound throbbing and still bleeding, the bulky Reaper looked over to where his last partner was, to also see Monroe and Nick, who were cornered by said partner. Letting out another growl, the Reaper clenched his scythe in anger, face changing, and quickened his pace.

Without turning around, the slender Reaper said in a monotone voice, "Nice of you to join us." All he got was another growl for an answer. Glancing over, the Reaper saw the other had woged. Scoffing, the slender one continued, "Your that upset that a Blutbad nearly beat you? Well if it makes you feel any better you can kill him and I'll kill the Grimm. Though, by the looks of him, he doesn't have much time left."

Hearing the Reaper's words, Monroe hair stood up and he started to growl. As much as he wanted to deny the words he knew the Reaper was right. If he didn't get Nick out of here now there would be no saving him.

"Blubad! Your head is mine!" roared the bulky Reaper. With that he and the slender Reaper charged.

Closing his eyes in despair, Monroe clutched Nick closer to him. I'm so sorry Nick!

All of a sudden the minimal light that was down in the sewer went out.

The two Reapers stopped in surprise.

Monroe eyes snapped open at not feeling any pain. What the hell? he thought. Looking around all he noticed was darkness. What's going on? Hearing a sound, Monroe tensed up again and started growling when he felt something brush his arm.

"What's this? Some unwanted vermin that dare come into my domain?" asked a distorted voice.

"Whose there?! Show yourself!" demanded the bulky Reaper. All he got was a chuckle from the darkness.

A little confused on what was going on, Monroe almost missed the brush on his arm again. Nearly lashing out, Monroe snarled, "What?!"

"Listen to me Blubad. I want you to take the Grimm and leave. I'll take care of them." Said their mysterious savior.

"Why should I trust you?" demanded Monroe, even though every fiber in his being was telling him to listen.

"Because I want the Grimm to live." was all that was said.

Still tensed and confused, Monroe did what was asked. Closing his eyes, Monroe woged only half way, so he could hear and see where he was going.

As if the mystery man knew what he was doing, he said, "Go to your left. When you reach a fork in the road go right. It will take straight back to the city. The Grimm's truck will be there. Go straight to the hospital." Without waiting for an answer the darkness (Wesen? Creature? What the hell is it?!) turned to the two Reapers. The room started to turn cold and oppressive.

Not wanting to stick around any longer, Monroe left without a backwards glance.

Knowing they're about to lose their target, the bulky Reaper shouted, "Get back here!" He started to go after only to be blocked by a thick cloud of blackness. Growling, the Reaper moved back. "Only cowards hide in darkness!"

"Shut up you fool!" exclaimed the slender Reaper, his indifference attitude finally shaken. He didn't know what they were up against, but he knew it wasn't anything good for them.

Chuckling, the darkness said, "You're not as stupid as you look Reaper." Silenced reigned for a second. All of sudden, malevolence started to ooze from their new opponent. "So, you dare touch what is mine?" came a hiss of fury. Two golden-green eyes open in the darkness, glinting with inner fire.

Without warning, there's a crack of bone and a hard thud heard in the darkness.

-SC-

Seeing light at the end of the tunnel, Monroe put into one more burst of speed. Almost there! Almost there! he thought frantically. Monroe didn't bother to look down at Nick, he knew he was running out of time. Finally making out of the tunnel, Monroe saw Nick's truck, just like their savior said. Running towards it, Monroe hopped it was unlocked. He knew it was a stupid thought but he didn't care. Stopping next to the truck's door, Monroe tightened his grip on Nick, and with one hand opened the back door. Oh! Thank God! thought Monroe. Very gently, Monroe laid Nick down on the seats. Making sure Nick was all the way in, he closed the door and ran to the driver's side of the truck. Opening the door and jumping in, Monroe saw the keys were already in the ignition. Turning the truck on, Monroe backed out, turned and sped to the hospital. Just hang on Nick!

-SC-

The first thing Nick felt was pain. Fiery excruciating pain. Groaning, Nick tried to open his eyes, only to feel like they weighed a ton. Trying again, Nick was able to crack them open a little. He could here beeping next to his bed. Looking straight up, Nick noticed a light, but dimmed. Moving his head a bit and hissing as pain shot everywhere, Nick took in his surroundings. White walls, curtains, heart monitor, an uncomfortable bed, I'm in the hospital. Nick thought. He could feel the IVs in his arms, one for fluids and one for blood. Looking around again, Nick was a little confused. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is that squirt of Reaper tearing me apart and Monroe… with that his thoughts cut off. Eyes widening, heart monitor started going crazy, Nick started to panic. Monroe! Where's Monroe!

"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down Nick! You're fine!" exclaimed Monroe, who quickly moved to Nick's side.

Looking straight at the Blubad, Nick eyes were searching his face. "Mo-Monroe.." was as far as he got before having a coughing fit.

Grabbing a cup that was on the little desk by the bed, Monroe poured some water from a pitcher that was left, and grabbed a straw. Bending over Nick, Monroe said, "Drink slowly."

Obeying the blubad, Nick picked his head up a little (and wow! Wasn't that painful!), took a couple of sips. Feeling his throat being soothed, Nick stooped drinking and put his head back on the pillow. When he was more comfortable, Nick tried again to speak. "Monroe? What happened?" he asked with a whisper.

Sighing, Monroe put the cup down and sat down in a chair that was pulled up by the bed. "It was close Nick. Real close. You flat lined twice." While saying this, Monroe's eyes flashed red. "They had to pump over two pints of blood into you. You have over a hundred stitches in you. Also you have a bruised lung and a concussion." Monroe said.

All Nick could do was blink at all the information he got. After digesting it all, Nick swallowed and said, "I…died?"

Closing his eyes in pain, Monroe answered, "Yes. The first time was right when we got here and the other time was when they were putting the blood into you." There was silence after that. Opening his eyes, Monroe looked straight at Nick, pain and sorrow shinning in his eyes. "You really scared me Nick." whispered Monroe.

Eyes widening a little in surprised at the confession, Nick stammered out, "I-I'm sorry Monroe. It wasn't my intention to do so."

Snorting at that, Monroe said, "It's not like you could help it."

Smiling a little, Nick relaxed a bit at that statement. Another question popped up. "Monroe? How did we get out of there?" Nick asked.

Rubbing his neck, Monroe said, "To be perfectly honest I'm not really sure. All I know is I was backed into a corner, with you in my arms, bleeding all over by the way, and all of a sudden it was pitch black. There was something in there with us. This thing, whatever it was, gave me directions on how to get out and to where your truck was, which had been moved. Whatever that thing was didn't want you to die."

"Wh-What? But why? Mostly everyone wants me dead?" stuttered Nick, in shock that someone (or something), wanted him alive.

Shaking his head, Monroe said, "I don't know. I didn't really stick around to find out. I had more important things to worry about."

Hearing that, Nick blushed a little bit. Smiling a little, Nick said, "Thanks. For saving my life."

Shifting a little in his seat, Monroe answered with, "No problem."

Nick could feel sleep pulling at him. But before he went back to sleep, Nick had one last question. "Monroe? Are you ok?"

Blinking in surprised by the question, the Blubad looked at Nick and said honestly, "My lower back hurts a bit, I have a really bad headache, and some scratches from the fight. But overall I'm fine. It takes a lot more than that to kill a blubad." Seeing Nick's eyes droop, Monroe said, "Go to sleep Nick. I'll be here when you wake up." On a whim, Monroe grabbed Nick's hand and squeezed it a little.

Yawning, Nick whispered, "K. Night Monroe." And with that, Nick was out like a light.

Chuckling, Monroe said, "Night Nick."

-SC-

Several miles away, in the sewer tunnels, there was blood all over the walls and ground. Three bodies were lying on the floor. One had its neck twisted, while the other two were so mangled no one would be able to tell who they used to be.

"I've taken care of it, but I need a cleanup crew down here immediately. The last thing I need is for one of the homeless to see this. I've really had enough for one night of getting my hands dirty." With that a snap was heard and the sound of footsteps leaving the bloody scene.

Oooh! Who could that be? Will Nick be able to leave the hospital? And do you think after this incident that Monroe will let Nick out of his site?...No.

Well. You'll have to read the next chapter to find out!