"You told them?!" she asked furiously.

"I was just trying to help them understand everything that-" Blake explained.

"Shut up! You know you weren't supposed to talk about that!" she shouted.

"I'm sorry! You never told me-"

"I shouldn't have to tell you!" she said, grabbing Blake and slamming him against a wall.

"Trubel, stop!" Hank yelled.

"Don't get in my way, Hank!" she growled at him. Hank, Wu, and Monroe and Rosalee all took an involuntary step backward.

Trubel wrapped her hands around Blake's shirt collar. "I shouldn't have to tell you that what Bonaparte did to me shouldn't be repeated. It doesn't matter, so no one needs to know about it!"

"It does matter," Blake said. Trubel wrapped her hands around his throat. "Just... wanted... to help," he said trying to pry Trubel's hands off. 

Blake was suffocating under her grip.

"Trubel," Rosalee said, trying to get her attention. Trubel didn't notice.

"Well, you didn't help! Do you think it helps me when you tell everyone about the hell I went through? Or when you make me out as some weak, kicked puppy? I am ashamed of all of it, so shut your damn mouth before I break your freaking jaw you son of a-"

"Trubel," Monroe said. Again, Trubel didn't respond to her name.

Hank couldn't keep watching this.

"Trubel-" Hank began. He tried to pull Trubel off of Blake. She slammed Blake against the wall again before grabbing Hank's arm and throwing him. Hank landed on the ground on his back. He had hit the ground hard and groaned while Trubel lost more control over herself.

"Everyone just leave me the hell alone!" she yelled angrily. She looked over at Hank who was on the floor, warily watching her like she was a monster..

She had done it again. She felt horrible.

Wu ran over to Hank and helped him up. Monroe was standing protectively in front of Rosalee. Blake was panting in the corner, holding his throat.

"Please," she begged, sounding helpless. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

Rosalee bravely stepped out from behind Monroe. She started walking slowly towards Trubel. Trubel put her hands out and started backing away from her. "Don't," Trubel warned.

Rosalee didn't listen, she just walked up to Trubel and hugged her tightly.

"I'm so sorry," Trubel said, choked up. "I didn't mean to-"

"I know," Rosalee said.

"I'm trying to be better, but I keep taking steps backward. It sucks having to admit that Bonaparte made me into a monster. It makes me feel weak. I'm really sorry," Trubel said.

"No one thinks you're weak," Blake said, laughing in the corner, holding his neck.

Group hug formed around the despairing Grimm, and Blake joined in. Rosalee was right. Everyone was going to help Trubel remember who she was.

When the group disconnected, they all had to agree on a story.

"We can't stay here forever. Eventually, we have to go back," Blake said.

"Then, we tell Bonaparte that we couldn't find you," Trubel said looking at Monroe and Rosalee.

"We could tell him we decided to do a different mission," Blake suggested.

"I'm pretty sure Bonaparte put a tracking device on the car. If he did, he'd be able to see that we've been here the whole time," Trubel said.

"But is he really going to believe that Rosalee and Monroe never showed up here?" Wu asked.

"He might wonder why you didn't check their house out, too," Hank said.

"You're right," said Trubel, thinking.

"Then you tell him you found us," Rosalee said.

"I'm sorry, tell the murderous evil Zauberbiest what, now?" Monroe demanded anxiously.

"That could work," Trubel agreed. "We can tell Bonaparte that we told you I escaped and was hiding out to keep a low profile. I could say that I convinced you guys to join HW to get information from them to me," Trubel said.

"What about Blake?" Monroe asked.

"Bonaparte would know they would recognize me," Blake said.

"I could say that Blake's on the run to because I forced him to help me escape?" Trubel suggested. "Does that sound right?"

"I'd buy it," Wu offered.

"Then, we have our story," Rosalee agreed happily.

Everyone looked around smiling at each other. Everyone, except for Trubel.

"Which means we have to go," she said sadly.

Trubel walked over and wrote down on a piece of paper the location of the Black Claw compound, a date, and a time. She also wrote down contact information for Sam and Alex, two men who had worked closely with Adam Smith. "If something happens, and I can't come back, this is when and where I need HW reinforcements to come. It's open for negotiation, but only if I can come back and help negotiate. Until then, this is the information. I also wrote down some contacts. They know Vincent and I. They will help you work with other agents of HW. They know what Vincent and I are working towards, but they don't know that Vincent hates me now or any of the newer developments. Tell them whatever you think is right." She handed the piece of paper to Rosalee.

"I don't want you to go," Rosalee said, smiling sadly.

"I'll come back. One of these days, Nick will be coming with me," she said, determined.

Rosalee nodded. Monroe wrapped his arm around her shoulder and told Trubel, "Be careful."

"You, too," she said.

"Let us know when you come back," Hank said. Wu was nodding with agreement.

"I will," she said and walked out the front door.

Once again, Blake was lagging behind. "I'm sorry for what I did to Nick. Thanks for giving me a chance," he said to the group. "I'll take care of Trubel," he promised.

The group smiled at him, and he walked out the front door, too.

It seemed like everything was going to work out, but Trubel wanted to be extra careful - just in case.

"We do not talk about what we are actually doing unless we are here. We also can't talk in the car; for all I know, Bonaparte bugged it. We cannot have anyone discover what we are planning."

"That's smart. Let's do it."

They got in the car and headed back to the compound.

When they arrived, Vincent was waiting for them with a bunch of questions. After the emotional and tense days that Trubel had endured, she really wasn't in the mood for talking, let alone putting on an act. Blake and Trubel's goal was to get away from Vincent as fast as possible.

It didn't go well. Vincent followed them all the way to Bonaparte's office and, after the debrief, left to tell Nick everything. Then, Nick started bothering the two.

Nick was furious.

Trubel was on her way to her room to talk to Blake about future assignments and steps in their plan. They also had to discuss when to see Monroe and Rosalee and how frequent that should occur. Nick had been looking for her after she had returned to the compound and spotted her in the hallway.

"Theresa," he said emotionlessly as she passed by.

She grit her teeth and kept walking. She wasn't acting. She couldn't deal with him at that moment; she needed a break from the tension.

Nick ran in front of her.

Let the violence begin, she thought unhappily. She had to keep up her act, and Nick seemed determined to make it hard for her.

"I want to talk to you," he requested.

"Too bad," she said, shoving him out of the way.

Please, Nick, not right now. I need some space, she thought.

Nick grabbed her arm to keep her from walking away. "I am going to talk to you," he asserted.

We're doomed, she thought. She tried to match Nick's ferocity. It wasn't easy; Nick was pissed, and she was exhausted, not to mention that she was still not enjoying having to hurt everyone she loved.

She pulled her arm away from him. "Feeling brave?" she challenged angrily.

"No, I'm feeling pissed off!" he growled.

Damn, Nick! Trubel was surprised at his ferocity. Nick never got mad at her, even when he should have. After everything Trubel had put him through, he had never been truly angry. But Trubel looked at him now and saw his composure had gone out the window.

"Good to know. I'll try to remember that," she said, attempting to walk away. She just wanted to get away from him. Nick grabbed both of her arms and held her against the wall.

Woah, she thought. That was even more out of character. Nick never put his hands on her, especially in anger. He was a good man, but Trubel could see him losing it. She felt horrible, and hated that she had to keep pushing him closer to the edge.

"You are going to leave Monroe and Rosalee alone. They are not going to be part of this, do you understand me?" Nick demanded, sounding like a reproachful parent.

Well, that's impossible, Trubel thought. They were at the center of her plan.

"You think I'm going to listen to you?" she asked him, sounding disgusted.

"You better," Nick threatened.

Holy crap! Nick never threatens me! she thought to herself.

"Well," she said. "You're going to have to try harder than that to get what you want." She grinned at him. "Go ahead," she challenged. "Hit me."

Trubel worried that he might actually do it. He was crossing a lot of his usual boundaries today. Nick didn't hit her, but he kept holding her against the wall. Trubel cringed mentally before resuming her taunting. "Or are you too weak?" she said, laughing cruelly.

I'm sorry, she thought. I really don't think you're weak. Please don't believe me.

Trubel thought to herself how strong Nick was. It must be so hard for him to keep his composure and keep holding onto the belief that she was his Trubel. He was still hanging in there somehow and Trubel wanted to tell him how much she respected and loved him for it, even if it made their lives harder.

After everything she had done, and after seemingly proving to everyone that she was evil, he still couldn't hurt her - even in an attempt to help his friends.

She pushed Nick off of her, and he was frozen. He didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do.

Then, Trubel looked up and saw Blake rounding the corner. They exchanged a look, and Blake disappeared around the corner again.

"The thing about being weak..." Trubel began to explain as she edged closer and closer to Nick. "Is that it can get you killed."

She pulled a massive knife out of her boot and pressed the blade to Nick's throat. "Stop me. The only way to keep me from killing you right here, right now, is by making me." She had to convince Nick that she wasn't Trubel, and that she would kill him if she ever got a chance. Though Vincent had seemed to hold onto her more, Nick was secretly refusing to give her up, too. Trubel had to put an end to that.

"I'm not going to force you to do anything," Nick said.

Would you stop being such a good person for five seconds? Trubel thought angrily.

Trubel began to press the blade down slowly. She knew that Nick's words would be a hint for Blake to step in.

Blake came through for Nick and Trubel. "Theresa! Stop!" he yelled, running up to her and grabbing her arm. She glared at him, despite wanting to thank him for being at the right place at the right time. "You can deal with him later. We have an assignment to plan tonight," Blake explained.

"Fine," she said grumpily, letting Nick go.

"You want to head back to Monroe and Rosalee's soon?" Blake asked. He must have guessed what the conversation with Nick had been about. Once again, Blake was helping Trubel; he was hoping to convince Nick that Trubel didn't care about him or his friends.

"I think that's a great idea, Blake," she said grinning smugly at Nick. Nick glared back at her.

I wish I could tell you that I would never hurt our friends, she thought sincerely. Then, she thought about what she had accidentally done to Hank. I guess it would be a lie if I told you that, anyway.

"Cool," Blake approved. "Oh, and I almost forgot. Josie, Will, and the others are waiting for you in the mess hall. They want to hear how our mission at the Spice Shop went."

"I'll let you tell them. Be sure to brag about how easy it was to trick Monroe and Rosalee," Trubel said.

She thought it was actually kind of funny that everyone believed her. Rosalee and Monroe were so cautious when they saw her, they even drugged her to make sure that she was being honest. And everyone else believed that they had just been blinded by love.

Trubel added, "I'll get a plan together. Meet me in my room after your talk with the guys." She looked at Nick who was glaring at her with more hatred than she thought he was capable of expressing. "I'll see you later, Burkhardt," she said and walked away.

I'm a horrible person, she thought. I really am a monster.

"Yeah, later, Burkhardt," Blake said, heading towards the mess hall. Apparently he hadn't been making up the story about the guys wanting to know what happened.

Trubel was even more exhausted mentally and physically and went to her room to rest while Blake talked to the gang in the mess hall.

After about a week, Trubel and Blake arranged to leave the compound and talk to Monroe and Rosalee. Again, Nick was furious, but he felt like talking to Trubel again would make everything worse. Instead, Trubel decided to talk to him. Like always, she couldn't blow her cover, but she wanted to put Nick's mind at ease somehow. Right before she and Blake left for their assignment, Trubel spotted Nick on her way to the garage. He knew where she was going, but he couldn't stop her.

"Hey, Nick," she said walking closer to him. He didn't answer her. Nick was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, glaring at her.

"Worried about your friends?" she asked him, trying to sound taunting.

"You should stop this," was all he said to her.

"I'm not going to hurt them. If I did, none of this would work," she explained smugly.

Nick was more hopeful, but he continued to eye her suspiciously. Why was she giving him assurance. She probably enjoyed toying with his emotions.

"Later," Trubel said and walked away.

"Why'd you talk to him?" Blake asked.

"I don't need you to micromanage me, Blake," Trubel said.

Blake and Trubel were whisper fighting in the garage.

"You aren't supposed to make Nick feel better. That's not something Theresa does," Blake said.

"But it's something that I do," Trubel defended.

"Are you forgetting that you aren't supposed to be you?" Blake asked.

"No, I just... don't know how long I can keep doing this," Trubel explained. "If something happens to me, I want Nick to know that I'm not actually-" Trubel began.

"Nothing is going to happen to you, you have been hanging in there just fine. If you would stop getting in your head, I think you wouldn't be freaking out so much."

"You're right. I know I can do this. Everything just sucks, and I'm just so sick of it," Trubel growled.

"I know. Can we go now?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, sorry," Trubel said, fully collected into her usual focused self.

They got in the car and drove to a store. Trubel's first mission was to buy a burner phone so she could call her friends or arrange assignments, or do anything she needed to. With the new phone she called Monroe and Rosalee and told them she was coming to the Spice Shop.

The phone in the Spice Shop was ringing. Monroe was ringing up the last customer of the night so Rosalee decided to get the phone.

"Exotic Spice and Tea. How may I help you?" she answered.

"Rosalee?" Trubel asked. "It's Trubel."

"Trubel!" Rosalee shouted happily. The last customer was on his way out. Monroe walked behind him and flipped the sign in front of the store to closed.

"Trubel?" Monroe asked.

Rosalee nodded and asked, "How are you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Blake and I are on our way over to the Shop," Trubel said.

"Should we call Hank and Wu?" Rosalee asked.

"Should Wu and Hank come over?" Trubel asked Blake. Blake shrugged. "Might as well," Trubel said. "We'll be there in a few minutes."

"Okay," Rosalee answered and then hung up the phone.

"What did Trubel say?" Monroe asked.

As Rosalee dialed the phone to call Hank's work phone, she told Monroe that Trubel was coming over.

"Is something wrong?" Monroe asked.

"I'm not sure," Rosalee replied. Then, she started talking to someone on the other end, telling them to come down to the Spice Shop.