Disclaimer: I do not own Grimm or the book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

A/N: Okay, okay I give. Due to the demand for it, I have created a "+1" story for my original five. I kinda broke my own format because it's Nick and I wanted backstory. Plus, can you really see him writing poetry? He tried to describe a Klaustreich as "catty". Yeah, he went there.

One afternoon, I watched Monroe rip a piece of paper to shreds and lie to me that the note didn't bother him. Then, he made dinner as if, in some fantastic way, every vegetable in the kitchen had insulted him and again he lied and said he was fine. I could tell that secretive, sneaky, no good, destroyed note was behind it.

The next day I caught a mischievous, satisfied grin on Monroe and I couldn't find Roddy anywhere. Even after his school called his father and his father called me. I don't know why I'm on every Wesen's contact list.

I think I'll change my number.

A new note appeared in Monroe's mailbox. That self-satisfied smirk reappeared on Monroe's face. I tried to find out what was going on, but the note was shredded into confetti by Monroe's paper shredder. I could tell that secretive, sneaky, no good, destroyed note was behind it.

Monroe spent the afternoon digging around in the attic muttering curses. I spent the afternoon trying to pry the answers from him. The next day everything was oddly normal. I could tell that secretive, sneaky, no good, destroyed note was behind it.

The day after that, I got a call from Roddy's father informing me that Roddy had been staying with Barry. Barry called me as well and spilled everything. He then pleaded for me to save Roddy's life because despite everything that "dumbass" rat was his friend. I told Barry I would and that I was changing my number.

At Monroe's house, I discovered one cowed rat and a Blutbad so red it was ironic. Roddy fled leaving a note behind that I read over Monroe's shoulder. He didn't have a choice. It seemed innocent enough, if not a bit odd, but I must have missed something. Monroe returned from the kitchen red-faced once more. I could tell that secretive, sneaky, no good, destroyed note was behind it.

Pretending to get a beer, I fished the note out of the trash and discovered the rest on the back. Now I have to change to my number.

So to clear up this mess: Roddy, go to school and don't irritate Monroe; Barry, I'll give you my new number since you can't keep a secret (don't worry I like that about you; and Monroe, they're kids, learn to let it go. That said, Roddy, thank you. Monroe, don't hate me for it, but he convince you to "get over it". And I knew that secretive, sneaky, no good, destroyed note was behind it.

You confessed after I told you I read the rest of the note.

And I really am changing my number.

Roddy grinned as he read the note – err… letter taped to the front of the trailer door. He loved being right and he'd known that Monroe had a thing for Nick. He wasn't as sure about Nick… but why else would any adult guy spend that much time with another guy? You could call it friends, but even friends didn't spend that much time together. Or share that many secrets.

On the other hand, Roddy wasn't all that thrilled about Barry. The stupid bear had broken down and told everything to Nick. Just when you thought you could trust a Wesen, he goes and blabs to a Grimm!

-WW-

Barry read the prose in his mailbox. Roddy was going to kill him. Monroe was going to kill him. Somehow, Roddy's dumbass poems had stirred up all this trouble and now he was going to pay for it. How was that for good intentions? If he hadn't intervened, Roddy would still be building a nest on the living room couch, Monroe would be hunting down Roddy, and Nick would be peeved beyond all recognition at Monroe for hiding this colossal fuck up from him.

Damn it all, he fixed the problem!

And now he was going to pay for it.

Fucking karma doesn't exist.

-WW-

"So… we're not actually showing this to anyone else, right?" Monroe turned away from the paper in his hands to look Nick in the eyes. Praying that the crazy Grimm hadn't done anything, well, crazy.

"No, Roddy and Barry should have already…"

Monroe stood up making Nick fall onto the couch cushions. "What the… are you out of… you haven't really have you?"

Feeling a bit rebuffed from Monroe's outburst, "Yeah, already said and done."

"Not a chance of getting them back?"

"No," Nick felt a sense of irritation was rising over the comfortable feeling from a moment ago. Until this moment, the two had been cuddled up on the couch watching Marnie. Nick had to swallow his laughter with the selection given Marnie's problem with the color red.

Monroe huffed and ran his fingers through his hair while still holding the paper in his right hand as he began to pace. His mind was frantic. Why, why didn't Nick plan things out?

A low annoyed voice came from the couch, "Monroe, what's the big deal? I ended this silly note thing."

"No, you told two teenage Wesen we're dating."

"And?"

"That makes Roddy right. He'll tell everyone."

"So what."

Monroe stopped pacing his floor. He really didn't have an answer for that. With the exception of a chatty cousin in Antwerp, no one else local would care. Nick was strangely accepted by the local Wesen population – even more so by the day. Hell, he could probably bring Nick to the Helvetica Tavern. Stumped, "I don't know."

Nick got up and pulled Monroe back to sit on the couch. He had been cuddled up against the Blutbad and wanted to return. Pulling Monroe back down on to the couch, "Let it go, Monroe. It's not the end of the world."

"Anymore platitudes?"

"Naw, I'm good."

Monroe turned his eye back to the screen for a moment before asking one final question, "You didn't really change your number, did you?"

"Damn right I did. Remind me to reprogram your phone."

-WW-

Elsewhere a miserable bear was getting an earful from an irate rat.