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#when does this fit in chronologically? your guess is as good as mine. they're remarried again so there's that.
misscrazyfangirl321 · 3 years
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OC-Tober Day 26: Costume
OC: Nadine Griffin
Fandom: Grimm
Pairings: Hank/Nadine
Warnings: None
@oc-growth-and-development
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Her parents would be furious if they knew. Then again, she has no intentions of picking up the phone and calling them. Hank’s life is in danger, and she’s suddenly all too aware of how little she won’t do to save him. Normally she’d turn to Nick (or maybe even Trubel, though the girl still terrifies her a little) for this, but they both have emergencies of their own; neither one even picks up when she calls, and she knows this is up to her. 
Technically, she knows it isn’t clothes that will make or break this, but she has a feeling it’ll help her with confidence, so she heads to the nearest thrift store. 
The only combat boots they have are a size too large, so she buys some thick socks to go along with them. She debates for awhile between the dark jeans and the ripped ones, before finally grabbing the first; she can put a few rips in them herself. The shirt is less of a concern-she’ll stick to something in her closet, honestly-but the key is the jacket. 
Thankfully, they have half a dozen leather jackets, in varying shades and sizes. She grabs a dark one decorated with metal links and spikes, and as a bonus, snags a pair of tight black gloves. 
Perfect. 
One more thing she needs: shades. 
With her outfit put together, and a quick stop at the Shop, she double-checks the address on her phone, and heads on over, gathering her courage. She can do this. She can do this. 
For a split-second, when she steps out of the car, she forgets to breathe altogether. This is a dangerous bluff, after all, and if she gets caught, she and Hank both might die. Then, she forces the thought from her head. It’s not a bluff, she tells herself, trying to coax herself into the right mindset. It’s true. And I’m very angry. And I’m going to go get my husband back. 
She doesn’t bother knocking, just marches up to the front door and flings it open. It vaguely resembles an office, and two men sit at desks, typing away at computers. They look up at her warily, and one frowns. 
“I’m sorry, but we don’t admit anyone without an appointment.”
“No?” She strides up to the desk, and the men lean back slightly. With a quick sniff, she realizes they’re Reinigans. Perfect. “Where’s Hank Griffin? I’m not going to ask you twice,” she adds sharply, when one hesitates. 
The one who spoke to her before clears his throat. “Wh-who are you?”
She smiles, and it takes everything in her not to woge, to show her teeth. “Ever hear of a Grimm?”
(They take her right to Hank. He looks up at her blearily, the dork, and grins. “I like the outfit.” 
She rolls her eyes. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”) 
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