Kehreseite
Relationship: Monroe x Reader; Nick Burkhardt x Sister!Reader
Fandom: Grimm
Request: Yes by Anon
Warnings: Fluff, Brief Mention of Dead Parents
Word Count: 1,760
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Summary: When his single baby sister, affectionately nicknamed Lady, comes to visit from the other side of the country, Nick finds himself dealing with yet another secret to keep.
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Nick was running about the house, trying to get it all fixed up in time. He had spent the better part of the day and a half that he had off from work cleaning the house, making sure that the guests room was ready for her arrival. As soon as the last pillow was tossed onto the bed, he checked his phone; three hours till her plane landed. Three hours till his baby sister was with him for two whole weeks.
When the youngest Burkhardt had told her big brother that she wanted to come visit him in Seattle, he jumped for joy. With her away in New York studying to become a teacher, and him as a detective in Portland, on the other side of the country; the siblings did not have much opportunity to chat or see each other. But that was changing in just a few short hours.
Standing around the airport with a little sign that he had thrown together, Nick was, weirdly, a little nervous to see his sister. So much had happened since they had seen each other last. Namely, becoming a Grimm. Would she have the same… abilities? That did not feel like the right word, but it was the closest her could find in his vocabulary.
“Kickey!” That was definitely her. Nick found his sister, carrying a suitcase that looked like it might be able to fit him inside, he happily ran up, and wrapped her in a bear hug.
“Hey, Lady. How was the flight?” Nick rested his cheek on top of her head.
“Okay. I slept through most of it.” Her words were muffled by Nick’s jacket covering his chest, where her face had planted itself.
Pulling apart, he happily wrapped his arm around her shoulders to lead her out. Their drive to Nick’s house was filled with soft chatter; the two siblings enjoying the ability to catch up and be near each other for the first time in a long while. Nick refused to let her pick up her suitcase when they finally made it out of the car, lugging the thing up the stairs while she trailed after him trying to take it back.
“Would you stop? I swear, most stubborn woman I know.” Nick chuckled, unlocking the front door of the house while shaking his head.
“It’s my suitcase, Kick. You’re already doing a lot for me,” came her protest, though she just ended up sighing. This was how he always was since they were children.
“Yeah. Well, you’re my baby sister, and I’m going to continue to treat you as such.” He finally managed to get the door open, bringing her, and her suitcase in. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
“Oh this place is gorgeous, Kickey.” She took a moment to just look around the room as her brother shut the door behind them. It was so cozy, so homey. Definitely something that she could see her brother living in. As she looked around, she noticed little things; books left out, monstrous drawings, and an open journal with multiple different handwritings.
As if realizing that his sister was looking at specific items, Nick hurried to tuck them away. The journal was shut. The drawings stuffed into the book, which was then turned face down.
“Sorry about the mess,” he started quickly, chuckling nervously.
“It’s alright. You working on a novel or something,” she asked.
Nick paused, turned to face his sister with his hands on his hips, and a deer in headlights expression. He clapped his hands and pointed, “yes.”
She arched an eyebrow at his reaction but brushed it off. “Okay…”
“You want something to eat?” He shot out quickly, heading to the kitchen.
“Yeah, I’m starved.”
“I got stuff for pasta if you’re in the mood.”
“Perfect.”
Dinner in the Burkhardt home was wonderful. The siblings talked and talked about anything and nothing. They cooked together; Nick laughing genuinely as his sister flung dry pasta at his head. He retaliated by smudging a bit of sauce on her cheek.
“You know, mom would hate to know that we’re still having food fights this late into our twenties.” She giggled as she helped dish out the meal.
“I think she’d just be happy that we’re together,” came his reply, squeezing her shoulders in a side hug as he passed to go to the dining table.
Their conversation flowed naturally through dinner. Talk of her studies, his cases; redacted of course. When the conversation shifted, Nick got a small smirk on his lips. “So, anyone I should be giving the big brother talk to in New York?”
His sister barked out a laugh. “Ha! As if. No one wants to touch me with a ten foot pole. I guess it’s just an energy I give off.”
Nick’s smirk shifted to a sympathetic grin. Reaching across the table, he held her wrist in his hands, and gave a gentle squeeze. “You’ll find someone, Lady.”
When they had made it to the couch, a beer in his hand and a glass of wine in hers, continuing to catch up about all they had missed, that was when a knock came to the door. Not a normal knock. Something frantic.
“You expecting someone?” She asked, as Nick furrowed his brows while setting down his drink.
“Just stay there.” He got up, hesitantly peering through the peephole. However, Nick’s shoulders drop as he sighs, opening up the door. “Hey, man. What are you doing he—?”
“Nick, thank goodness,” Monroe shoved himself inside, talking rapidly as he watched the door close. “Okay, so I know you were saying that I shouldn’t be concerned, but I can’t help it. How can I not though? And I think that other blutbad is onto me which means that you’re going to owe me big time if I get ostracized—”
“Monroe!” Nick shouts, as the man was completely ignorant to his friend’s attempts to subtly make him stop. He stopped, eyes wide as he watched Nick cut his eyes to someone that Monroe failed to notice.
The female Burkhardt stared at the new man in the house, waving with a shy grin, and she lets out a soft, “hey.”
“Hi,” he replied like a deer in headlights. Turning around to face his friend, Monroe looked confused as he pointed. “Who is this?”
“This is my little sister. She’s visiting from New York.” He said awkwardly, adding her name at the end. “Lady, this is a— uh— friend of mine, Monroe.”
She got up first, holding out her hand as she made her way over to them. “It’s nice to meet you, Monroe. Nice to know that my brother has friends here instead of staying cooped up at his desk all day.”
Monroe floundered a bit as he stared at the woman. She had the same eyes, same straight brown hair as Nick, but she looked like a goddess in his eyes. He scrambled to shake her hand, only after her brother hit his shoulder. Her hand was so tiny and soft compared to his own. “It’s… it’s nice to meet you too. Nick hasn’t said much about his family, but he only speaks of good things about you.”
There was a beat of awkward silence, where the their hands still touched, their eyes still locked, and uneasy smiles were on everyone’s faces.
“Okay,” Nick shot out, clapping Monroe on the shoulder again. “Hey, why don’t you head upstairs to your room? I imagine you want to sleep after the long day you’ve had traveling.”
His sister nodded, finally shaking herself out of the trance she found herself in. “Sounds good, Kickey. Hope to see you around, Monroe. Goodnight boys.”
She pulled her hands from Monroe’s, who still was just staring at her. A quick hug, and Nick pressing a kiss to her hair later, and his little sister went up the stairs to her room for the evening.
As soon as the door closed, Nick turned on his friend. “What the hell was that?”
Monroe was startled, like a deer in headlights. “What are you talking about?”
“That’s my sister, dude. My little sister. Stop staring like that.” Nick shot back in a hushed tone, trying to keep the woman from hearing them despite her absence. He went over and collected his beer and her wine which had now gone warm, and dumped them out in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Monroe was following him aorund like a lost puppy.
“Isn’t she also like you?” He asked, watching Burkhardt lean against the counter.
“Like me,” Nick questioned.
“You know,” Monroe made vague hand gestures to his friend. “A Grimm?”
Nick sighed, long and deep. His arms crossed over his chest, looking like he wanted to crawl into a hole. “No, she doesn’t. And unless she presents the way that I did, I don’t want her knowing about this— this— she can’t know, Monroe. The further away from our world she is, the better.”
Monroe’s face scrunched up. He obviously did not agree with keeping the sister of a Grimm in the dark. Even if she did not inherit the trait, she was still in danger. The family of a Grimm was just as good in the eyes of lots of wesen. He also knew that meant he needed to stay away from her as much as possible too, which he really did not want to do.
“And no dating her either,” came Nick’s sudden declaration. That made the blutbad shoot up his head like he had been electrocuted. He began stammering as Nick stared him down. “I’m serious. I see that look in your eyes and I’m putting my foot down on this. You cannot date her. Besides, she’s going back to New York to be a teacher. She’s not staying.”
Monroe tried finding words, but none came to his tongue. He was truly, genuinely, frightfully speechless. So he settled on a simple nod of his head as he averted his gaze to the floor while shoving his hands into his jeans pockets as deep as they would go.
Nick let another beat of silence follow before clearing the air. “So what is it that you needed to talk to me about?”
And just like that, the two men sat down in the living room talking about their latest case, both pretending like everything was normal. Monroe pretended that he was not glancing up the stairs every three seconds hoping for one more glimpse of Ms. Burkhardt. And Nick was pretending to not notice Monroe doing so.
