Set somewhere in Season 1, and there aren't really any significant spoilers.

Please note that this is first and foremost a love story (so no quick smut, sorry). In the beginning it's humorous and fluffy, but it does go pretty dark at some point (though a happy ending is planned) - so read at your own risk ;-).

I am struggling with this story a bit, so any review - good or bad - will make me very happy :D.

It was time. Monroe looked at his vintage Breitling, then closed his eyes, breathing in some fresh spring air, full of sun, the exhilarating smell of warm grass, moss and tree bark.. and something else. Someone else. The insignificant smell of his generic aftershave, mixed with the very significant smell of his skin. Monroe sighed, shaking his head. Obviously, the lotion they found in the trailer, the one that was supposed to mask a Grimm's smell, was not overly effective.

Or maybe I just know his smell too well by now.

The Blutbad stood still, taking deep breaths as wave after wave of the familiar fragrance hit him, almost forgetting what he was here for. Until a twig snapping under the detective's feet, hundreds of metres away, brought him to his senses.. or, rather, away from his senses.

The clockmaker shook his head again, sighing in frustration, and felt a Woge coming on. It was a relief that he didn't have to supress it this time. He had known from the start that all this was a very bad idea. Their wolf-catches-Grimm training sessions in the woods, their almost daily phone calls to discuss the latest Wesen news.. hell, their whole unlikely friendship was, well, unlikely for a good reason. How did he manage to get himself caught up in.. this?

The adrenaline surge of the Woge spreading through his body, both the question and any potential answers quickly turned irrelevant. The Blutbad crouched on the ground with a deep, guttural growl, digging his claws into the loose earth. In the course of the years, he had managed to convince himself that he did not need this, that he could happily exist without ever letting his animal self roam free. Of course, that was a lie.

The detective was drawing nearer fast and Monroe felt every muscle in his body tense in anticipation. He waited until Nick was only a couple of jumps away and charged. As expected, the young Grimm's reflexes were still too slow, and the Blutbad did not hold back as he flung himself against the other man's body, pulling him to the ground and sending them rolling in the brushwood until Monroe finally came out on top.

A/N 2: I had a review saying this is very short. Yes, I know, it's more of a teaser really, and I'm sorry! I can't write much in a day since I have a little baby to look after ;). But I AM working on the next chapter, and I promise it will be longer...