Protecting the Grimm Part 3

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3.Wu
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Monroe wasn’t overly worried about Frank's threat. After Juliette and those castration pliers from hell, the threat of a little physical violence from a Jagerbär doesn’t sound all that bad anymore.
But it made him wonder if that was maybe the real reason Nick's last few lovers didn’t last for long and were always so keen to leave.
Sure, Monroe had known that it had been nothing too serious at the time, at last on their part, but still.
'But they are not going to scare me away!' he thought as he opened his E-mails, to see if there were any new commissions for him to work on.
Such things have to be prepared, he has to make sure he has the right parts ready when the clock arrives, so he can start right away.
Sometimes those parts, especially from old models, have to be found first...

Nick had gone to work some time ago, and with a little luck he would stay there, safe with his criminals, and not wander off to hunt for some bloodthirsty Wesen when no one is looking.
Because that usually meant he would drag Monroe out into the woods, and the poor Blutbad would have to concentrate on tracing criminal, violent Wesen and saving Nick's cute ass, and at the same time resist the constant temptation to jump his Grimm in public.

And that is harder than you would think!

Monroe shook himself out of his musing about Nick's ass, and went back to his Mails.
He had to use the time well, as his lover would barge in soon enough to distract him.
He was all the more surprised when he found about 20 messages in his order. Sure, he was good, and peoples often came to him with very old and valuable pieces, but so many all of a sudden?

But when he opened the first email, his laptop suddenly closed down, just to start up again.
Row after row of weird numbers and letters wrote themselves over the monitor, until suddenly they vanished, and his usual Web-Browser was back up, and the email showed that it had no message.

After cursing and growling a bit, he trashed the email and opened the next one.
Startled he covered his sensitive ears when loud heavy metal music came from the speakers and rattled the whole house, causing several pens and other small things to roll from the table, and Monroe nearly joined them just to get away from all that cursed noise.
How can people actually enjoy that, and even call that music?
They must be deaf, there is no other explanation for the lapse of taste.

With another curse he closed the laptop, shutting it up in the process. At least, that was the plan.
Sadly his Laptop didn’t shut itself down by closing it, as it was supposed to do.
On the contrary, it got louder and louder, until he opened the lid again.
That seemed to turn the volume down, thankfully. He really didn’t want to know what his neighbors were thinking....

Half an hour later, he was finally at the end of his rope; and of his messages, too, thank god for that mercy.

All of them had messed with his laptop in one way or the other, taking it over and opening sites, making noise, and, in the case of the last one, completely rebuilding his website!

Half of the sites now open in his browser were things no partner would approve of if he found him watching that kind of stuff. Not that he ever wants to be caught watching such stuff!
'Oh god, I hope Nick never finds out about this, how should I explain that to a cop?'
After the fifth mail he refused to open more, and stepped back from the thing entirely, but it suddenly took on a life of its own!
He didn’t even touch it, and still it opened one mail after the other, always with different and increasingly scary effects!

And at the end, his website popped up, where he had his contact information and more details about all the services he offers, like repairing and cleaning of all the small, delicate parts in the clock, or fixing small flaws and such.
And before his eyes, it suddenly changed! His pictures with clocks and clock parts were replaced with other, way less respectable pictures.
And the text!

Everything morphed until it looked like the site of some pimp!
Sure, that one picture with Nick looked really interesting, and could he really bend that way?
It would be interesting to try, Nick is rather flexible, and could maybe be convinced to try it out...
And the next three, with those clothes and pose...
Monroe licked over his lips and had to tug on his collar, wondering if he left the heat on.
But the he actually looked past those hot pictures to read the appearing text, and his eyes narrowed again.

He would never, ever sell his Grimm!
For a moment, his vision went red, and he fought to stay in control and not simply throw the offending piece of metal against the nearest wall and hunt the bastard down who is responsible for this.
And then he would rip the brainless idiot who dared to make such a picture of his Nick and then have the guts to suggest he shared him with strangers into little bits to use as fertilizer for the garden.

But then he remembered that it must be photoshopped, Nick would never pose for pictures like that.
At least, he really hoped Nick had never posed for pictures like that.
Because if he had, he really wanted to know!

So the whole thing is fake, someone was just playing with him, trying to challenge him, or provoke him, or plain anger him!
Maybe someone who wished to die per Blutbad, you never know with all the idiots out there.

Then suddenly, the monitor went black again.
The sudden silence after having to listen to four different, but very loud songs at the same time, the silence sounded nearly as loud, and Monroe took a deep breath.

It seemed that it is over, whatever it was.
But then the monitor flared back to life, and Skype came up. He wasn’t even sure he had that installed, but at the moment nothing could surprise him.
He just wanted to know who he had to kill for this.

Damn.
Monroe groaned when he recognized that face.
One of Nick's friends. So he couldn’t simply kill him and claim he didn’t know what happened, or that it he was some Wesen that attacked him or something similar.

"Hello! I'm Sargent Wu, in case you don’t remember me, I'm a friend and coworker of Nick."  
Monroe nodded slowly, not that the other man seemed to care for an answer, as he glared at the Blutbad.
"I'm not sure if anyone's told you before, but Nick had a bit of a bad taste in men before,
as he had that bad habit of thinking the best of people.
The whole 'Innocent until proven guilty' thing, and all. Its good for a Cop, to not see murderer at every corner, and to hope for the best.
But it makes people think they can take advantage of him, so he needs someone to look out for him.

And that's where I come in: You see, I have taken over your laptop.
You have seen all the sites that opened, all the things I could do, without even leaving the precinct, and in just my lunch break.
And without leaving any traces, of course, so it is no use to go to my boss and complain about me, in case you were wondering.
It looks like it was all your doing, no one messing around with it, and no one will ever find anything that says otherwise.

And it would be very... unfortunate for you if there suddenly a suspicion pops up, and we were to find evidence for some crime or another on your Laptop when we search it, and the list of your phone-calls and all the CCTV cameras will support my theory...
And with your fingerprints all over the crime scene, and the weapon in your car..."

Monroe just gaped at the police officer, who smiled innocently back at him.
"So you better play nice with Nick, and I will play nice with you and not make up some nasty, vile crime to pin on you! You saw what I did to those pictures of Nick in just about 10 minutes, it would be easy to do the same with other pictures when I take my time to do it. And suddenly you show up robbing a bank, or something like that. And we don’t want that, right?"

With that, and without waiting for Monroe to say something, he closed the connection, and gave Monroe control over his laptop back.

Monroe heavily sat down on a chair, staring at his poor, defiled laptop. It looked so innocent and harmless, sitting on the side table, showing his website as it always was, with pictures of clocks, and their gears, and no naked Nick anywhere...

And he wasn’t even sure if that was a good thing or not, they were interesting pictures...