Nachtkind, Blütemächden and Gebrüllklaue

A/N: This is a Grimm/Yogscast crossover, and I've had this idea for a while but only now have I got around to writing it. Yay procrastination. I don't own any of the characters, or the TV show Grimm. I own the plot though. If you can think of a better name for this, I would be highly grateful. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and have a cookie! (::) these author's notes are getting really long as of late...

AU: This is set before Adalind has Diana (her baby), but after Monroe and Rosalee's wedding. Wu doesn't know about wesen yet, but Hank does.

Rosalee counted over the notes in the envelope for what felt like the thousandth time. As she leaned over the shoulder of the person in front of her to see the length of the line, she heard the glass double doors to the bank behind her being slammed open.

"Everybody on the ground! Now! Let's go! Let's go!" Shouted a muffled, deep voice. He held a pistol in each hand, and fired a warning shot into the air. Three more men ran in behind him, each carrying a holdor.

Rosalee, terrified, turned around to look at them. Screaming was heard all around her, but the gunfire quieted them down. She couldn't believe what she saw. Wesen. They had to be, or those were some high quality masks. She tried to get a good look at them, so she would be able to describe them to Nick later.

They were wearing long brown trench coats, black shirts, trousers and boots. Then she looked to their faces. Rosalee instantly knew what wesen they were, no doubt about it; Blutbaden.

The three extras disappeared for a while, before coming back each with their holdors full.

"Right let's get out of here!" The main man shouted, and started to run for the door, where a black van was waiting, disguised as a cleaning company van, and they jumped in and bolted.

The next day

Nick, Hank and Wu walked into the building. Wu filled them in.

"Guy runs in wearing, and I quote; 'a freak-ass werewolf mask', and holding a gun while three more run in behind him," Wu said.

"Little early for halloween," Hank commented.

"We know anything else about them?" Nick asked Wu as he glanced at Hank, and they nodded to each other discreetly.

"According to the witnesses, the main guy was wearing a brown trench coat, black shirt, trousers and boots," Wu informed him.

"Can we talk to the witnesses?" Hank asked.

Wu nodded and signalled to the bench where the witnesses were all sat on a bench with embers of their family and their friends swarming around them. Nick and Hank walked over, and as they did so, Nick spotted a familiar fuchsbau.

"Rosalee!" He called, and jogged over to her. "What were you doing here?"

"I was depositing some money, a customer came to the spice shop and paid in cash and I didn't want to have large amounts in the register," She explained.

"Well, what did you see?" Hank asked, appearing behind Nick's shoulder.

Rosalee thought back. "About ten minutes before the robbery, I heard mumbles in the line and they were looking behind me, so I turned my head and there was this tall guy wearing a black scarf over the bottom half of his face walking down the street with his head down. And he was wearing a long brown trench coat."

Nick wrote it all down. "You get a look at his face?"

"No, he kept his head down the whole time," She answered.

"Right, well thanks Rosalee," Hank said, and they walked away. "You thinking wesen?" He asked Nick when they were far away enough from the crowd.

"Definately. And werewolf masks? Sounds like blutbaden," He answered.

Back at the spice shop

Monroe ran towards Rosalee and they hugged.

"Oh my god are you alright Rosalee?" He asled worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," She said pulling away.

Nick and Hank walked in behind her.

"We're thinking a squad of blutbaden," Hank said.

"Woged in the middle of the day? That's risky, I've never heard of any blutbaden doing that before," Monroe said.

"Well, Rosalee, you said you saw a guy in the same trench coat as the main guy ten minutes before?" Nick asked.

She nodded. "He certainly fits the description of suspicious,"

"Well, how do we look for him?" Hank asked.

"Actually, just before I lost sight of him he stumbled, and used one the bins to support himself. Could you get prints from that?" She asked.

"Maybe, if they aren't covered up with then million other prints," Nick answered.

"Well, it's the only chance we've got," Hank said, putting his coat back on.

"Let's go. Thanks Rosalee!" Nick called over his shoulder as they jogged back to the car.

Back at the precint, Wu arrived with the results of the fingerprints the forensics team had managed to recover.

"Gentlemen. I have the results," He announced.

"Excellent! And they would be?" Nick asked as he spun around in his chair to face Wu.

"A Mr. Rythian Enderborn, who funnily enough has a completely clean record," He answered.

"Well we're just interested in an address," Hank chipped in.

"Well, that would be Blackrock House, Yogscast Street," He answered.

Nick put his coat on and stood up. "Well then, let's go,"

As they pulled up at the house, Nick turned to Hank, who was driving.

"You stay in the car, just in case I need a quick getaway," He said.

Hank nodded, and watched as Nick walked up the long driveway to large fort-like house.

He knocked on the door, and waited, glancing over his shoulder to look back at Hank. To his surprise, a peppy young girl with startlingly bright red hair and a robotic arm answered the door.

"Hi, I'm Detective Burkhardt. I'm looking for a Mr. Enderborn?"

"Hi! I'm Zoey, his apprentice! Sorry, Rythian's out right now. Maybe I can help! What do you need?" She introduced herself.

"Hi Zoey. Rythian was seen acting suspicous at a bank, shortly before it was robbed. I need to ask him a few questions," Nick answered.

"That's okay then! I'll contact him through the comm system I built!" She exclaimed, tapping a button on the side of the visor she had over her left eye. "Rythian, you there?"

"Zoey, you know I'm busy, what's so important?" Rythian's heavily accented voice came over the comm, on speaker phone.

"There's a detective needing to ask you questions," Zoey answered.

Nick chipped in. "Mr. Enderborn, you were seen yesterday acting suspicous outside a bank, shortly before it was robbed. I just have a few questions,"

"Fair enough, but there's always calls coming in of me acting suspicious. Just because I walk with my head down and wear a mask over the bottom half of my face does not automatically mean I'm a criminal," He answered.

"Well, you were seen wearing the same coat as the main perpetrator," Nick countered.

"Well, what questions do need to ask? I have a meeting I should be in right now,"

"Where were you at 4:27 pm yesterday afternoon?"

"At a meeting at Yogtowers," He immediately answered.

"I assume there are people who can confirm this?" Nick asked.

"Of course. Xephos Brindley, Honeydew Lane and Lalna Jones," Rythian answered.

"Okay Mr. Enderborn, there a way we can contact thse people?"

"Via Email on their website. Just type Yogtowers into a search engine, you'll find it,"

"Thank you for your time," Nick said, nodding to Zoey who shut the door, and turned to walk back down to the car. "Well that was interesting," He said as he climbed in and shut the door.

A/N: Looks like this might be a two part, don't want it getting too long now, do I? Don't forget to leave your name alternatives in your reviews! I hope you enjoyed it so far, please review, and as always: Have a cookie! (::)