"Just please, repeat what you just said once again. You brought the Grimm to the Lodge?"

Phoebe Wurstner could feel a terrible headache coming on. She had known that she would return to chaos in Portland – Bud tended to get a bit too excitable without her around to calm things down – but she had expected something like a messy home, definitely not a change in centuries old eisbieber traditions.

"I had no choice!" Bud exclaimed, trying vainly to defend himself. "They'd already killed Robert, and it could have been anyone next if I didn't help Nick out!"

Phoebe sighed. This was why she hardly ever left Portland, preferring to have her mother visit her instead.

"I understand why you needed to help the Grimm, Bud, but you brought him to the Lodge!" she finally exclaimed, trying to sound as calm as possible. "The Lodge, which no Grimm has ever known about! Our hideout in case of, you know, a rogue Grimm!"

Bud didn't seemed put off by her admonishment. If anything, he seemed all the more cheerful, bouncing on the heels of his feet. "It's okay, Phoebe. Nick's not like that! He's a nice Grimm – he got the hässlichen to leave us alone, didn't he?"

And it seems her husband has somehow managed to get to know the Grimm well enough that he's on a first-name basis with him. The headache was definite.

"Bud, do you even know what you're doing?" she asked, using her last bit of strength to stay calm.

At the question, he suddenly turned completely serious – he was Eisenbud at that moment, not her sweet natured Bud. "I promise you Phoebe, I know exactly what I'm doing," he said earnestly. "You know I'd never willingly put either the children or you in any kind of danger, and I wouldn't have spoken to Nick if I wasn't sure that nothing would happen to you guys."

Phoebe sighed. He was right, of course. That fact did nothing to help her stay calm about everything. Bud might say that Nicholas Burkhardt was a new type of Grimm, and he might have even acted that way when he had helped the eisbiebers even though the Lodge wouldn't help him, but it wouldn't make her stop worrying.

She had been brought up on the tales of the bogeyman Grimms, and a single encounter wasn't going to change anything. The fact that he spent a good bit of his time with a blutbad and a fuschbau didn't help either.

Though – that didn't mean she wouldn't cook the Grimm a nice apple pie. It would be a contribution from the Wurstner household in the thanks that the Lodge was arranging for him.

And then, of course, Bud had to open his mouth. "And I might even get to go on a case with Nick!" he exclaimed. "Monroe said he helps out all the time, and not just by giving Nick information! Who knows that could be me one day!"

Phoebe sighed. As soon as she was done with the pie, she was going to call the hospital and check if they were willing to let her rent a bed for the duration of the rest of Bud's natural life.

A/N: I totally picture Bud as having a long suffering, logical wife who is often exasperated by her husband acting like a ten-year old. Just sayin' ;)
Anywho. This is the start of a new collection - I have no clue how long it will be - centering around the eisbieber population of Portland. If there's something in particular that you'd like to see here, drop it in a review or a PM, and I'll try my level best to include it. I hope to have regular updates, but I make no promises.

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