This is my first Grimm story. I was very disappointed with the lack of Farley Kolt/Marie fanfics, so I decided I'd quit hoping for one and just write one myself. I'm planning on making this a two or three-shot story, depending on the response I get. I can't promise when chapter 2 will come out, but hopefully you'll enjoy this. Read and Review, please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Grimm. If I did, Titus Welliver would be a series regular. Seriously, Kolt had better not be dead! He's too awesomely sexy to die!

Steinadler Stalker

Marie Kessler was not having a particularly good night. First, she'd gotten a B on her essay on Grimm's fairy tales, with her professor commenting, "While you have some interesting theories, you treat them more like real crime stories and less like cautionary tales." Then she'd spent so much time attempting to translate one of her ancestor's accounts on a Mucielago that she nearly forgot to do her homework, and now on her nightly patrol she managed to stumble into a group of Schakals. While she'd managed to take down two of them with only a few bruises and scratches, the one she was chasing was really starting to get on her nerves.

Still, she could see a clearing up ahead, and she knew the creature couldn't run forever. It would have to turn and fight her, and the clearing would give him the best opportunity for that. Steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation, she pulled out her crossbow, ready to take on whatever lay before her. Of course, when she actually made it into the clearing, she was greeted by a very different sight from what she was expecting.

Instead of the large Schakal waiting to pounce, she saw him lying unconscious on the ground, an equally large man standing over him. She took a brief moment to study him. He was about 6'1" and definitely well-built. He likely either worked out a lot or, if the creature on the ground was any indication, was a trained fighter. The silvery moonlight made it hard to tell the exact color of his hair, but she guessed it was either black or dark brown. Hearing her footsteps, the man looked up, and she managed to keep her breath from catching in her throat. He was certainly handsome, with a high forehead, prominent nose, strong jaw, and thin lips quirked into a likely permanent smirk. She was never the type to care about a guy's looks, but she had to admit, his pale, piercing eyes made her stomach flip a bit.

Of course, that feeling disappeared when his handsome features contorted and his nose became a beak, his skin developed a dusting of feathers, and pale eyes became a deadly gold. Her crossbow was pointed right at his throat the second she realized what he was. She recognized this creature from her books, and she was not taking any chances.

The man held up his hands in a hopefully placating manner. His face quickly shifted back. "Whoa! Easy, Beautiful. I was just trying to help."

Marie slowly took a couple steps closer. She hadn't had as much practice shooting as she should have and she did not want to risk missing what would likely be her one shot if things got hairy. "I didn't need your help, Steinadler, and I certainly don't appreciate complete strangers getting in the way of my hunt."

"Believe me, I know you can handle yourself." He took a step forward, pausing when she tensed up. "Though to be fair, you're still a bit of an amateur."

She bristled a bit. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"

"Well, for one," with a sudden lurch he knocked the crossbow out of her hand and twisted her arm around her back. "Crossbows are more effective at long range. You'd be better off keeping your distance if you want to threaten someone with one of those." He caught her other arm when she tried to bash her elbow back into his ribs. "See? Rookie mistake. I'd say you've only been a Grimm for maybe a year, year and a half tops."

"Get off me!" she growled. His hold was excruciatingly tight, and she could feel his entire body pressed against her petite figure like a wall of hard muscle.

"Don't worry, I will. But first, how about we take a deep breath, settle down, and call a truce? I'm not here to hurt you."

She did as he said and relaxed her tense muscles. His hold loosened in response. Of course, Marie was smart enough to use the opportunity to wrench her recently ensnared elbow loose and knock it back into his ribs. It might not have had the impact she'd wanted, but the resulting grunt of pain and release of her other arm was enough for her.

He watched her carefully as she twisted away from him. He gingerly prodded his ribs, pleased that nothing seemed broken. "Ok, I'll give you this; you're a tough little thing."

She glared at him, rubbing her arm. "Don't patronize me."

"Honey, I was just trying to give you some sound advice." His smirk returned as he looked her up and down. "Be a shame if someone like you died from her own carelessness."

Her cheeks turned pink, though she wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or from the way he was almost caressing her with his eyes. "Oh shut up! What would you know anyway?"

His smirk became bolder. "About fighting or you? Because when it comes to you, I know your name is Marie Kessler, you're 21, attend Bard College on a scholarship, work part-time at the local library, you live with your sister, Kelly, you like long walks in the park at night armed with a knife and a crossbow—"

Her eyes widened in horror and her hand shot to her knife. "Have you been stalking me?"

He held up his hands again. No need to piss off the pretty Grimm more than necessary, right? "More like looking out for you. When I heard there was a new Grimm in town I figured I'd take a look. You know, make sure you weren't the kind that goes after every creature whether they've actually done anything or not."

She huffed, offended. "I only go after the bad ones."

"So I've seen." His smirk shifted a bit, becoming more of a pleased smile, like she's earned his approval or something. It annoyed her almost as much as the smirk had.

A thought dawned on her. "I'm almost afraid to ask what else you've seen."

"Well, I do have some pretty impressive eyes. I can see quite a bit when it suits me." He winked. "Lucky for you I'm not that kind of guy."

"Luckier for you. If you were I'd cut out those impressive eyes of yours right now and use them as golf balls."

"Ouch. Good thing I like a feisty woman."

"You've been stalking me, got in the way of my hunt, and nearly broke my arm. Feisty barely scratches the surface of what I am right now."

He actually seemed annoyed at her accusations. "Hey, it wasn't stalking; it was covertly gathering Intel."

"Well whatever it was I want you to stop!" Marie was ready to snap. Before this moment she'd had no idea anyone, man or Wesen, could be this infuriating!

He paused for a moment, thinking. Then he grinned a bit wider. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal; we settle this like all Grimm and Wesen do. We fight it out. You say you're not a rookie? Then come at me. If you can beat me, or even just hold me off for ten minutes, I'll leave town and never come near you or anyone you know again. But if I beat you, I get to take you out to dinner tomorrow night. My treat. Deal?"

She blinked. "You're serious?"

"As the grave, Beautiful."

She weighed her options. He father had always said it was best to trust your gut when dealing with Steinadlers. The problem was, for the first time her gut was being very uncooperative, wiggling about like a ball of snakes and flipping every which way. He made her uneasy and strangely on edge, but not entirely because he was dangerous. But he had admitted to stalking her, and she couldn't risk him going after her or anyone she cared about. Besides, if she lost it was just one date, right?

Decision made, she looked him dead in the eye. "Fine. You've got yourself a deal, Steinadler."

He actually looked genuinely surprised, but also happy. His eyes flashed gold. "Then the clock starts…" he glanced at his watch, "now!"

As soon as the word came out of his mouth Marie charged, knife drawn and ready to take him down. She may only kill the bad ones, but she was perfectly willing to maim an annoying Wesen stalker. Unfortunately, said stalker was ready for her, dodging her sharp blade with ease, knocking her hand back every time she tried to punch him, and twisting away from every kick. The worst part was that it was embarrassingly obvious that she was outmatched and he was just toying with her, if his cocky grin was anything to go by. But she was determined not to let it get to her. After all, she didn't have to beat him, just hold him off for ten minutes. Then he'd leave and she'd never have to see him again, and she could forget this whole night happened. She could forget this mysterious man, with his dark hair, toned arms, and sexy smirk…

The direction of her thoughts startled her for a moment, causing her to hesitate for half a second. It was all the Steinadler needed. Swatting the blade out of her hand, he once again twisted her arm behind her, his other arm winding around her throat. "Eyes on the prize, Beautiful," he whispered in her ear. "And I do believe I've got eyes on my prize right now."

She struggled for maybe half a minute before giving up. She wanted to keep fighting in hopes of at least buying herself the time she needed, but she knew when she was beat. She knew there was still at least another two minutes left on the clock and she didn't see the point of squirming in some guy's grip if it wasn't going to make a difference. Especially since she had the feeling the guy was probably enjoying himself.

"You win," she grumbled reluctantly, going slack in his grip.

She could practically feel him smirk next to her ear. "Good. Though credit where it's due, you fight like a hellcat! Actually had me on the ropes for a minute there."

She wasn't sure if he was being honest or just trying to get into her good graces, but she breathed a little easier when he let her go.

He checked his watch. "I gotta go, but I'll pick you up at your house around seven. Wear something nice, I've got reservations for two at Belvedere Mansion."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You already have reservations? How long have you been planning this?"

"Honestly? Probably a week or so, but I've got a few connections so I was able to make the reservations this morning."

Marie sighed, rubbing her temples in hopes of staving off her oncoming headache. Dear lord, just what was she getting herself into? "Can I at least know my stalker's name?"

He smirked, causing her heart to flutter just a little bit, before slinging the still-unconscious Schakal over his shoulder and walking towards the trees. But before he disappeared into the darkness he called over his shoulder, "Farley Kolt."

Standing in the dimly lit clearing, Marie listened as his footsteps faded into the distance. So many questioned tumbled around her head, but she was most surprised at the one that stood out the most.

What am I going to wear?

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So, there you go! I know Marie isn't insanely tough like she was in the pilot, but I figured this was the beginning of her Grimm career, and since we know, like, nothing about her background I figured I could take a little bit of artistic license with it. I am happy about how I wrote Kolt, though. I've watched "Three Coins in a Fuschbau" at least a dozen times, and while he was serious, he was also pretty snarky and cocky. I figured he was probably even more so when he was younger, and I just had so much fun thinking of what he would say that would be both flirty and would tick Marie off. However, a warning to all you readers: stalking isn't sexy. Covertly gathering intelligence, however, is, lol!

Either way I hope you enjoyed, and if you did please let me know by reviewing! Also be sure to let me know if you have any suggestions either for changes, their date, or how Marie's sister will react. Yes, Kelly will be in the next chapter, and while I have an idea on how she's going to be, she's such an unknown character that I'd love for other people's input. Thanks!