Nick's POV
I closed the door behind me and I noticed that the blinds were already closed. I avoided eye contact with Renard, feeling extremely nervous.

I felt his eyes on me and I slowly looked up at him. All I could see was him, named and on top of me. I quickly looked away from him, my face turning red with embarrassment.

"So..lets talk about last night and why you punched me in the face." Sean said calmly.

I glanced around the room and said, "Last night never happened Renard. It was a...drunken angry mistake."

Renard stood up and stepped towards me. "Was it?"

My heart began to race with anticipation and for whatever reason...fear. I stood my ground as he came closer even though my instincts were telling me to run.

He stood over me smirking. He knew what affect he was having over me. His arms snuck around my waist and I froze, my body going stiff at the touch. I stared up at him, unable to make myself move.

"Was it?" He repeated.

"I-I d-don't know." I stammered. "I wasn't in my right mind."

Renard chuckled, the deep vibrations in his chest traveling down his arms. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I'd love to do it again sometime."

He released me and I stood there staring at him in confusion. Again? Oh no. That was not going to happen. Building up the courage I shook my head, walking towards the door.

"Good luck with that." I say and walk out. I saw Hank grabbing his jacket. I glanced at him questioningly.

"We got a case."

I grabbed my gun and followed him out of the precinct, not noticing Renard watching me with a smirk plastered on his face and desire in his eyes.

Renard's POV
I watched Nick leave the precinct with Hank smirking at the thought of what he said.

"Good luck with that."

Nick was a teasing flirtatious bastard and he didn't even know it. And that was what made him adorable. I realised a while ago my feelings towards Nick Burkhardt and I've only just come to terms with them. Hence last night.

Honestly the sex thing with Nick three me over the edge. He was godly when he was pleasured. When he moaned my name he completely won me over. Nick may be one of my detectives but he was my detective.

Or he will be. Just wait. Nick will be mine and I don't need luck on my side when I know what makes him tick.

You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, Nick.

Nick's POV
What have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself as I ran from the Wesen I had been chasing after. Apparently the Wesen had still been on the crime scene and now I was running from it.

It was another Mauvais Dentes (mO-- Vay don). I had to face one a couple years ago with my mother, Kelly Burkhardt and we almost lost our lives.

This one obviously knew me and it was not going to let me go easily. Hank and Wu had been in the house when the Mauvais Dentes attacked. By the time they rushed out the house two officers were dead and I was already running.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not usually scared of Wesen but Mauvais Dentes aren't ones to mess with really. They were terrifying and besides I didn't have the right weapon to kill it with. So can you blame me for running?

I hopped a fence landing on the other side of it and kept running. I hopped another and ran down a side street, into a main one and cars screeched to a stop;their owners swearing at me.

I was halfway to the station when I was grabbed from behind and thrown against a wall. I hit it and looked up to see a clawed hand coming right for my face. I ducked out of the way and backed away, pulling my gun and firing a shot at him.

The bullet hit the Mauvais Dentes in the shoulder and it glared at me digging into his shoulder and picking the bullet out. I fired again hitting him in the chest. He barely flinched. The Mauvais Dentes ripped the gun from my grasp and flung it to the side.

I swung my fist at its face but it caught my hand and twisted it behind my back painfully, slamming me against the wall again. I stomped on his foot and brought my elbow back into its stomach. He let me go and stumbled back. I spun around fast and clocked him in the face.

The Mauvais Dentes growled and took a swipe at me, catching me in the side. I felt blood well up but I couldn't think about that right now. I kicked it in the chest, sending it backwards. The Mauvais Dentes growled again and lunged at me, knocking me to the ground.

I scrambled back and my fingers brushed against the handle of my gun. But before I could pick it up, the Mauvais Dentes grabbed my ankle and dragged me away from it. I kicked him in the face twice and tried to grab my gun, only for it to sink its teeth into my leg.

Screaming out in pain, I kicked out at it again wanting nothing more than to get away from it. It didn't let go of my leg. Instead it clamped down harder causing me to let out another strangled scream.

And suddenly Renard was there with Rosalee and Monroe. Renard grabbed the Mauvais Dentes and ripped him away from me, flinging him against the wall. I groaned and pressed my hands against my now bleeding side, that was bleeding way to much to just be a scratch.

Renard left the Mauvais Dentes for Rosalee and Monroe to handle and came over to me. He helped me to my feet and said,

"I'm getting him to a hospital."

He began to help me walk but after a few steps I began to feel nauseous and dizzy. I groan softly.

"Renard." I say and fell forward, unconscious before I hit the ground.