"Tomorrow?!" Vincent asked.

"Don't question me!" Bonaparte yelled in Vincent's face.

"It's too soon," Vincent said.

Bonaparte woged into a Zauberbiest and glared at Vincent who fell to the ground.

"Enough! You know I hate doing this to you," Bonaparte said. That was a lie. He enjoyed hurting everyone. He let Vincent go and woged back into a human.

Vincent got off the ground, panting. "What's your plan, sir?" he asked.

"I will be using help from my friends for two weeks. We'll see if we get results."

Two weeks. Vincent felt sick. "If it works, sir?"

"Then we keep doing it until we don't have to," Bonaparte answered.

"And, if it doesn't?" Vincent asked. "Sir?"

"Then, we keep experimenting."

Theresa tried her best not to move. The less she moved the less it hurt. She lay on the hard floor and tried not to think about how much pain she was in, but she was alone and didn't have much to distract her.

When she had spent the three months in solitary confinement, every now and then a new set of clothes would come in. She had changed into a white tank top and a pair of black jeans. It was hard to tell that there was blood on the jeans, but the tank top was soaked; she guessed that the white tank top was Bonaparte's idea. Both clothing items had slices all over them from where the Mauvais Dentes and the Geier decided to gouge their claws into her.

She was cold, but shivering sent her into near unconsciousness from how much it hurt. Every beat of her heart sent a throb into every painful part of her body. She didn't get much sleep.

She hated to admit it, but denying it seemed like a ridiculous thing to do; she was scared - Scared of Bonaparte, scared of his friends, scared of the sadistic doctor...

But most of all, she was scared of her thoughts. She started asking herself dangerous questions.

Why was she still fighting? Why didn't she give up? What was this for? Who was this for?

Why did it matter if Nick didn't approve? Maybe he would have given in. He couldn't feel what she felt.

Maybe working for Black Claw could hurt people, but who cared? What kind of difference could she actually make?

Is resisting it even worth it?

But, she was hanging in there, even though she was barely accomplishing that.

They killed Nick! They killed innocent people, and they weren't going to stop! They were evil, and Trubel was pretty sure that she wasn't.

They would kill her, and the pain would stop. But she had to stay strong until that happened.

That seemed impossible.

It was day two of Bonaparte's "friend" method. Renard told Bonaparte that coming to the compound was straining his relationship with Adalind, so Bonaparte didn't make him come to watch, or even come back to the compound, for a very long time. He was worried about what would happen if he told Bonaparte that Adalind had found out about Theresa.

The first thing was getting Theresa out of the cell. She was still in unbearable pain. The Siegbarste didn't throw her that time, but he also wasn't careful when he threw her over his shoulder.

As soon they arrived at the white interrogation room, the Koschie healed her her fractures. They wanted her to be almost pain-free before they began again.

After that, everything was basically the same. It took hours, blood was everywhere, they left the Grimm in a pool of her own blood, and Vincent came and got her.

The doctor's visit was the same, too. No morphine, no setting the broken bones, put her back in the cell.

It was day five. The cycle continued the same as it had over the previous days.

However, Trubel insisted on walking to the doctor and started fighting with Vincent when she got there.

She was pleading with Vincent. "I'm fine! I'm okay!" She clearly wasn't. She looked at the doctor who was coming to strap her down. "Stop! No! Keep her away from me! I don't care what's broken!"

She just wanted the pain to stop. Every day the doctor had felt for broken bones and the process freaking hurt. The doctor never treated her for them anyway; Theresa just wanted to skip the pointless painful part.

"Please," she begged Vincent. "Just take me back."

He looked at her with a pained expression.

"Bonaparte gave us orders, Vincent," the doctor said.

Vincent saw the fear and pain in Theresa's eyes.

"I know," he said.

Theresa waited for the doctor to continue the general exam, but Vincent stepped in her way.

"Her ribs, her humerus, and her clavicle are broken. Any idiot can see that. Tell Bonaparte that you did the examination and make up crap if you have to," Vincent said confidently. He had made up his mind.

He picked up Theresa and carried her back to her cell.

She was gasping for air - the broken ribs were making it hard to breathe. It was all she could do to choke out, "Thank you."

"Don't say that," he responded guiltily.

" 'S not your fault," she said quietly.

"You don't know that," he replied.

She examined his expression. He looked guilty. He must have felt bad for what happened to her.

It was day nine of Bonaparte's plan. Everything went the same in the interrogation room.

Vincent got tipped off by some of his boys that Bonaparte was suspicious about the doctor's work, so Vincent and Theresa decided to let the doctor go through with the general examinations. It was painful for both of them.

Afterward, Vincent carried Theresa to her cell but decided to stay with her. Edgar and Jasper were guarding the door for the rest of Bonaparte's plan, so Vincent knew he wouldn't get trapped by some jerk who wouldn't open the door.

Vincent was learning how to be careful with the Grimm so he wouldn't hurt her. It seemed like she was developing a better pain tolerance because she was able to sit up sometimes. Vincent wrapped his arms around the Grimm and could tell that she was losing herself. She would let him hold her and would cry or wince sometimes. Vincent would tell her that it was going to be okay.

On day ten, Vincent took her back to the cell. She was really out of it. Vincent ended up staying the whole night with her because he knew she got cold, and she fell asleep while he was holding her. She trusted him.

Josephine went looking for Vincent when she woke up on day eleven and he wasn't in his room. She loved Vincent, as much as someone like Josephine could love, but they had been fighting lately. Mostly because of the Grimm, who she despised with a burning passion.

Josephine found her dear Vinny with the Grimm sleeping in his arms. Edgar and Jasper tried to stop her, but no one was able to stop Josephine from doing what she wanted.

She told Vinny that she would kill the Grimm herself if she ever found Vinny with her like that again.

Somehow Theresa had slept through the whole conversation. She was out cold, so Vincent was able to speak with Josie like he normally did.

"Baby, you know I don't mean anything by it. I just need her to trust me so we can break her faster. You know that," he swore. "I love you, baby, and the Grimm means nothing to me. I only don't want you to kill her because Bonaparte would be unhappy with you, and I think we're getting close to taming her."

"Maybe breaking the bond she thinks you have with her will be enough to break her once and for all," Josephine guessed. She added, "Just get the hell out of there and kiss me."

Vincent did just that.

The last few days of Bonaparte's experience were about the same as all of the others. Theresa, however, was different. She didn't respond to pain like she had before. It seemed like, no matter what they did, she didn't make a sound and maintained a deadened expression.

It wasn't intentional. Trubel, before the experiment, had been full of rage and revenge. But when the experiment started, there wasn't room to feel anything other than pain, there was no room for anger. As the experiment wore on, she was losing everything that she was; she wasn't strong anymore, or brave, or a rebel. By the last few days, she wasn't anything. She didn't fight, she didn't feel, she didn't cry. She was just a mindless and empty body.

She looked completely broken to Bonaparte. He was ready to build her back up the way he wanted. But, first, he had to make sure she was really, truly, utterly broken. He would test her on day fifteen.

On day fourteen, the final day of the experiment, everything went as usual. However, at the end, the Koschie healed her completely with all of her bones set in the right places.

Vincent came down and was able to walk Theresa back to her room. It felt good to be able to really walk. He didn't stay with her, though. He hadn't since the incident with Josephine. He told Theresa it was because people were getting suspicious and they could both get in trouble.

Suspicious of what? Are you worried they're going to find out you're not sick like the rest of them? Theresa wondered.

It was day fifteen. Bonaparte was waiting for Theresa in an interrogation room with a table. He wanted Blake to get her for him.

Blake opened the door to Theresa's cell cautiously. He hadn't seen her since the attacking-anyone-who-opens-the-door phase. Blake was surprised to see that she just sat there. It made him uneasy.

"Big day," he said excitedly.

She looked at him, but not like a "damn murderess." She stared at him hollowly and waited for him to tell her what to do.

"Let's go," he said, and she stood up and walked out the door.

He put his hands on her shoulders to steer her in the right direction. She didn't flinch and they moved together down the hall.

"What the hell did they do to you?" he whispered. He didn't speak in his normal, cocky way; he spoke with a serious and disbelieving tone.

They got to the room and Blake held the door open for Theresa who walked in obediently. Blake was severely creeped out and stared at Bonaparte with wide eyes.

"Thank you, Blake. You are excused," Bonaparte said and Blake left. "Please," he said. "Sit."

Theresa pulled out a chair and sat down. She looked at the ground, and at the table, and at her hands; she couldn't look at him.

"Theresa, it is wonderful seeing you again." He paused and asked, "how are you feeling?"

"Fine," she said quietly, still not looking at Bonaparte.

"Let me see you," he requested, and Theresa lifted her head to stare blankly past Bonaparte. "No," he said, "I want you to look at me."

She looked him in the eyes, and Bonaparte looked her in the eyes. He didn't see anything rebellious in them.

"Were there any incidents during the walk over here that I should know about?" he asked.

"None," she said.

"It went well with Blake, then?"

"Yes," she replied. Bonaparte would teach her to say, "Yes, sir," later.

"I have a question that's been weighing on my mind." Bonaparte paused, and Theresa waited. "Where is the book?" he asked.

Theresa didn't answer him. She needed to make a choice.

"Do you know what book I'm talking about?" he asked very slowly, enunciating every word.

"Yes. The Grimm ancestry book," she answered.

"Good girl," Bonaparte replied. "Now, where is it?"

Theresa paused for a long time. She needed to make up her mind quickly.

"Nick had it," she admitted.

Bonaparte smiled. They were getting somewhere. "What did he do with it?"

She thought again. "I don't know," she said quietly.

"Don't lie to me," Bonaparte warned cruelly.

"I really don't know," she promised earnestly. "He didn't have the chance to tell me."

"Did you ever see it?"

"No," she said. "So much was happening, and I was sent on assignment..." She started rambling but trailed off.

"I don't think that you are telling me the truth," Bonaparte said.

"I'm sorry," was all Theresa responded with.

She was sorry? Hm.

"What do you think happened to the book?" Bonaparte asked.

"Nick probably destroyed it," she said.

"What makes you think that?" Bonaparte demanded, worried.

"I know him. He does stuff like that sometimes," she said.

"He used to, but not so much anymore, right? Because he's dead?" Bonaparte asked tauntingly, wanting to get Theresa to show emotion.

"Right," she said in a detached way.

When it was all over, Bonaparte called Blake in to escort Theresa back to her cell. They got back and Vincent was waiting for her. He looked worried.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said and started to walk past him into the cell.

Vincent grabbed Theresa before she could walk away. He looked at Blake. "How'd it go?"

"Bonaparte was smiling..." Blake said, suggesting that it went well. Blake shrugged his shoulders and started walking away down the hall.

Vincent pulled the Grimm into a hug. She buried her face in his chest. They held that position for a while. Vincent was hoping Josie wouldn't walk by and see.

He didn't know that Josephine was standing in the shadows of the hall, watching from a corner where she could see everything that he was doing.

"I have to go work some things out," Vincent said after a while.

"Okay," Theresa said and entered the cell. Vincent shut the door. There weren't any guards around. It struck Vincent as kind of strange. He walked off.

As soon as he disappeared, Josie came out from her hiding spot.

Vincent jogged down the hall to the interrogation room where Theresa and Bonaparte had just talked; he was hoping Bonaparte would still be there. He knocked on the door and heard Bonaparte ask him to come in.

"Let's talk," Bonaparte said peacefully. He looked so happy that Vincent thought he might start singing.

"Your idea worked," Vincent said.

"Quite well, if I do say so myself," Bonaparte responded smugly.

"Well, enough, I believe," Vincent said. "I don't think we need to keep doing this to her."

"I told you if it worked, we would keep going until we didn't have to," Bonaparte said with an edge of irritation in his voice.

"We don't have to," Vincent began. "I think that she is right where we wanted her to be. She is ready to rebuild, now. We don't want to completely destroy her, sir" Vincent said. "She might not be useful to us if we damage her."

"You may be right. I will think about it. I think everything is looking up for our young Grimm... And for us, of course," Bonaparte said cheerfully. It seemed like nothing could destroy his good mood.

"Thank you, sir," Vincent said as he stood up from his chair. He walked out the door and was stopped by Edgar and Jasper.

"Hey, guys!" Vincent said.

"We need to tell you something," said Jasper.

"Alright, lay it on me," Vincent said. "I'm kind of in a hurry, so make it fast, okay?"

Jasper and Edgar looked at each other warily.

Vincent started to get a bad feeling. He asked soberly, "Come on, guys. What is it?"

Jasper answered with a question. "Did Josephine talk to you?"

"About what?" Vincent asked.

"About us not guarding Theresa's door today," Edgar replied.

"No, she didn't." Vincent started to get concerned. "What's going on?"

"We don't know, that's why we wanted to come talk to you," said Jasper.

"She pulled us from the door, today, and told us she talked to you about it. That's all we know," Edgar said.

Vincent knew this couldn't be good. "Thanks, guys! I have to go!"

"Do you want us to come with you?" Edgar asked.

"No, let me just make sure everything's alright, first!" Vincent shouted before sprinting towards solitary confinement.

Josephine knew Vincent was good, maybe too good. He was playing the young innocent Grimm, and everyone knew the girl trusted him. But his act was getting too convincing. She took the recording that she had the techs clear up for her to make Max's and Vincent's voice audible over the noise of people talking in the mess hall. That conversation would destroy the Grimm. Josephine could have her fun and wouldn't have to be jealous anymore.
She emerged from the shadows and walked to the door concealing the Grimm; it was unguarded thanks to her - she told Edgar and Jasper to take the day off.

She opened the door slowly and smiled pleasantly at the Grimm leaning against the wall.

"You don't know me," she said, "But I want to talk to you." She kept smiling. "My name is Josephine and there's something that you should know." She pulled a recorder out of her pocket and played the conversation that Vincent and Max were having in the mess hall so long ago.

"How's it going with you and Theresa?" Theresa heard Vincent ask.

"Okay, I think. She hates it here, though," a man replied. It was Max.

"I know. Must captives do. Have there been any more incidents?" Vincent asked

"Not since the first time when she was going to choke me to death," Max said.

"Good. That's good. I hope we're making progress, but it's hard to tell."

"She talks about Burkhardt a lot," Max said.

"She's really bent out of shape because of what happened to him," Vincent said.

"She cries about it sometimes," Max admitted.

"He's dead and she watched it happen. I hope we don't have to use it against her in the future. All it would take to really drive her crazy is telling her that his death was her fault," Vincent mused.

"If we told her that, it might get her to quit blaming Bonaparte for what happened," Josie said.

"Smart girl," Vincent approved.

"I think that idea deserves a kiss," Josie said. Theresa heard the sound of Vincent and Josie kissing.

Theresa was in shock, so Josie decided to break down the conversation for her. "Max is an informant for Vinny... And Vinny is my boyfriend. He didn't tell you that? Ouch. You didn't know that Vincent was plotting against you this whole time, either? That's a shame. You must feel so blindsided. I mean, you trusted him more than anyone, and he betrayed you like this," Josie said, pretending to feel bad for her.

"How did you get the recording?" Theresa asked, emotionlessly.

Josie didn't answer.

"How did you get it?!" Theresa screamed.

"All right, all right, I'll tell you. I was recording it for Bonaparte. Not because of Vinny, but because of Max," Josie explained. "Max was still relatively new working for us, and Bonaparte wanted to make sure he was with the program. Vinny knew I was recording, but I guess he didn't know I would be giving it to you." She threw the recording at Theresa who caught it. "We'll talk later," Josie said and slammed the door in Theresa's face.

"Wait!" Theresa yelled through the closed door, but Josie was gone.

"Let me out!" Trubel was yelling. She was trying to break down the door. It was denting under the force of her kicks and punches, but it wasn't moving. "Damn it! Let me out!" she yelled.

Vincent heard the noise and ran up to open the door.

Trubel burst out and stood, glaring at Vincent more intensely than he had never seen her do before. "I am going to kill you!" she yelled.

"What? Why?" he asked holding his hands up in surrender.

"Because you played me," the Grimm snarled taking a step towards him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Vincent innocently tried to explain.

"Don't lie to me, Vinny," she growled, sneering his name with absolute disgust. "You know better than to piss me off!" she screamed, taking another step forward.

"I want to explain everything, but I can't do that unless you tell me what you're talking about!" Vincent begged.

Trubel pointed at the recorder on the ground. Vincent looked at it and spoke with utter realization and understanding. "Josie."

"Theresa, please let me explain!" he said.

"Explain what? That I'm just some kind of game to you?!" she yelled. "That you were planning against me this whole time? Or what about explaining that Max was just a tool to get information out of me?"

"Theresa-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it, and I never want to see you again!" she shouted angrily.

"You don't mean that. I'm not leaving you," he said calmly.

"More fun for me, then," she said and bared her teeth like an animal before attacking him.