**Hello everyone! So, I know I have one other story with one chapter left but I couldn't resist putting this up a little early :) I love those beaver-stalker guys and I couldn't help thinking how incredibly funny it'd be if they completly misunderstood about Nick and Monroe and got carried away. This was meant to be a one-shot but I've already got other chapters in the works so... not a one-shot then. This is the first time I've written anything remotely romantic and the first slash I've written so, sorry but you won't be getting anything graphic (mainly because I don't write sex-scenes) Hope you enjoy and tell me what you think. Hugs for reads, Hugs and cookies for reviews :)
The problems with having a blutbad for a not-boyfriend
Nick passed the parked car unsuspectingly as he crossed the road to Monroe's house. He needed Monroe's help with a tricky case that had come up, possibly involving some kind of Wesen.
The door opened within a few seconds of him knocking to reveal an annoyed Monroe.
"What do you want?" He asked gruffly. Nick pulled out a bag with his evidence out but before he could show Monroe, the blutbad caught the scent of something in the air and rushed out of the house, into the driveway. Nick stood surprised in the doorway as his blutbad friend's eyes turned red and his face shifted slightly; he growled angrily at whatever it was he was looking at.
Inside the car, the three Beaver-men had a mild to serious panic attack, shifting for a moment and the one behind the wheel decided to floor it and get out of there. Their car sped down the road at a speed which definitely should not have been possible and they barely cut the corner, the wheels screeching.
Nick and Monroe watched the car speed away; Monroe confused, Nick annoyed.
"Who were they?" Monroe asked, turning around to come back inside.
"My stalkers." Nick answered. They shut the door behind them and Monroe headed into the kitchen, grabbing two beers from the fridge.
"Since when do you have beavers for stalkers?" Monroe asked, his eyes narrowing curiously.
"Since my fridge broke and the beaver guy ran from my house screaming."
"You make an excellent first impression." Monroe laughed and Nick grimaced.
"I've tried telling them to leave me alone, but they seem to be a little persistent. They were sitting outside my house for a while back before Juliet… yeah." Nick cut himself off from the painful issue and Monroe didn't pressure him.
"Well, most of us haven't ever seen a Grimm before. We've only heard about them or been told horror stories as children. You can't blame them for being a little bit curious." Monroe reasoned.
"Yeah, but they could be a little bit curious away from me." Nick grumbled. Monroe just laughed, finding that while the situation was annoying for Nick, it was quite amusing for him.
They soon pushed the subject aside in favour of the case Nick was currently working on- a series of missing persons from all over the country. It only took Monroe a minute to figure out that Nick was looking for a Ziegevolk.
"Really Nick, I would've thought you'd at least try to figure it out before you brought it to me." Monroe grumbled. He really wasn't sure as to why he kept up the show of annoyance now that he and Nick had grown close. Nick stuck around for a while longer before he left for home, or maybe the trailer, Monroe couldn't be sure.
It was just past seven and, well, there was nothing on TV so Monroe decided maybe he'd do Nick a favour and go give those beaver guys a good blutbad-style talking to. It didn't take him long to find the right house. For one, there were tyre marks giving him a pretty good guide for a lot of the way, then he could follow his nose and he was standing on the door step within half an hour. Wondering exactly why he was doing this, he knocked.
A man in a sweatshirt and baggy jeans answered. He smelled as though he'd been drinking, which probably meant his buddies were there too. As soon as he recognised Monroe, he dropped the beer he was holding. Monroe watched it fall and stood there until the man tried to shut the door in his face. Quickly he jammed his foot in the door and tried to reason with the beaver.
"Look, man, I just want to talk." He pried the door open just in time for the rest of Nick's stalkers to show their faces, which quickly paled at the sight of the blutbad.
"We don't want any trouble." The man who answered the door pleaded.
"Why are you stalking Nick?" Monroe demanded.
"I..we.." The beaver stammered and his friends just stood there.
"I want you to stop." Monroe stated. There was no way it could be misinterpreted.
"Okay, Okay. We're sorry man, okay. We didn't know he was your boyfriend." The beaver stuttered and stumbled over his words and quickly apologised again before slamming the door shut in the face of a very stunned Monroe.
It took him half the walk back to his house that he hadn't argued when the beaver had referred to Nick as his boyfriend.