It has been two weeks since Mary was arrested for the kidnaping, and Grimm disappeared. John was getting more worried day by day. 'Yes I am real, and no I will not leave you until my job is done or I deem it impossible.' That was what she said the day she disappeared, making John think she left because he was impossible. He keeps a small hope that she is still watching and just not getting involved in his life. He is right in some ways, she is still watching but only when he feels large amounts of emotions. Like when he is stressed, happy, sad, confused, and mad.

While John was lost in thought he walked into a bar to let off some steam. After a few shots he had a good buzz so he decided to start heading home. It was already dark and the gangs were all gathering in the allies waiting to mug an unsuspecting victim, it just so happened that John was passing by. They saw him swaying and decided that he would be their victim tonight.

As soon as they got to John the leader pulled a gun to his head, "Give me yo money." John blinked and started reaching for his gun but the other men pulled their weapons out and made John stop and put his hands up in surrender. The leader smiled and one of the men came behind him and hit him in the back of the head knocking John unconscious.

Before the gang could do anything else a shadow appeared behind the leader and held a pistol to his head, in a flash the entire gang was unconscious on the ground.

The shadow walked up to John, looking for any injuries. When it saw none, the shadow kneeled down to John and picked his unconscious body off the ground. In moments they were back at John's home.

As the shadow walked to John's bedroom, a small spark appeared on its shoulder, igniting into a small blue flame. It ignored the small flame, still continuing forward, the flame following closely.

It set John down on his bed and covered him with his blanket. As it stood upright the flame blinked a few times, causing the shadow to cast a glance to its shoulder.

"He is a dear friend of mine," It answered the flames unspoken question. The shadow looked back at John as he groaned. It quickly hid in the shadows as the flame hid on a candle sitting on the bedside.

John sat up and rubbed his aching head, "Wha...where am I?" He looked around the familiar room, just to realize he was home. He frowned, confused as to how he got here. Then it clicked.

"Grimm...?" John asked looking around frantically in the dark. When he saw that the shadows seemed darker, he stumbled out of bed only to fall. He closed his eyes waiting for impact, but he hit something way softer than his carpets.

John looked up seeing a shadow like person, but it seemed familiar, it was just a little taller than him, its white hair looked almost like feathers long enough to cover its eyes. It was wearing a long dark jacket, but the most noticeable thing about it was the skin. Its hands looked like they wore dark, sharp, metal gloves and its legs looked disfigured, almost like a mythical beasts. On its head, a pair of long twisted horns, underneath them were large animal ears, and behind it was a long whiplike tail, covered in dark fur like feathers.

What looked familiar was its eyes.

The whites were as dark as the night, the pupils were an inhuman electric blue, glowing in the dark.
 "G-Grimm...? I-is that you?" John stuttered, scared.

The shadow smiled, showing pearly white fangs. Its eyes softened and showed kindness. John now knew that the shadow was Grimm.

"Hello John-" Grimm cut off as John threw his arms around her like his life dependent on it, causing Grimm to grunt from the suddenness.

"Where have you been?" John mumbled into her shoulder, "I was worried..."

Grimm sighed and put a hand on the back of John's head, soothing the grown man's hair. "I will always come back John," Grimm pushed John away slightly, "I just had some work to do is all."

Grimm smiled at John, stepping away from the embrace "Now you go to bed," She pointed at the blue flame, "My friend will watch over you till morning."

John looked at the blue flame confused, "What-" he looked back to Grimm only to see the darkness of the room, making John sigh but do as told.

In the morning John saw the blue flame still sitting there, reassuring him that last night wasn't just a cruel dream. He could smell pancakes, so he followed it to the kitchen to see Grimm standing there, back to her normal, small, cute self. This made John smile, sitting down to eat.

To be continued...