[center][hr][hr][img]https://image.ibb.co/hHTZ3p/pro.gif[/img][hr][color=536d78][b]Date:[/b][/color] Monday May 23rd, 2017[hr][/center]
[color=536d78][b]Road To Grimm:[/b][/color] Roy looked over at Cecily and cocked a brow. "Works security or runs security?" he asked, and it was obvious by the tone of his voice that there was some massive distinction between the two. "Mother fucker, Roberts... I KNEW I knew that last name," he said as he he hit the gas and started speeding up. Okay, he knew the name but it wasn't like Roberts was an uncommon last name. "Roberts Security Solutions. I hadn't put it together yet but that fucker Lincoln had an English accent, I be that fucker is part of Roberts Security Solutions, they just took over the fucking Security Firm for Justice Memorial. They took it over from Wentworth."

	"Maybe it wasn't Natasha protecting him, maybe it was him they were aiming to get their hooks into? I mean come on, think about. It is the perfect set up. Juno has to have their claws in that hospital, Chang, of course. And she gets Roberts to take over for Wentworth. Wentworth was just pushed out of Queensguard by that MSS right? Fuck.... Know anyone from England?" Roy asked, he sure as hell couldn't think of anyone right then but maybe Cecily did, she seemed to get out a lot more than he did and the last thing he wanted to do was call around right then. He needed to get back to his other partner and Riley. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimaldi Books:[/b][/color] "Yeah, just call me Zoie," Zoie said as she heard the door open and glanced over towards Mali. She smiled at the woman and nodded. "Yeah, sorry, this is Mali. Mali this is Adelaide and shit, what was yer name?" Zoie added, realizing she hadn't gotten the mans name yet. If she had, she hadn't registered it and remembered it. 

	Adelaide shook her head and just stared at the floor for a moment. "A barn burning? So it was an accident?" she asked but it didn't sound like she believed it. Zoie sighed and shook her head. 

	"I doubt it..." Zoie admitted. Adelaide seemed to take the news better and nodded to the answer. 

	"It never is, not for the people of Grimm..." Adelaide said as she sniffled and looked around, motioning towards he box of tissues on the counter. "Could you?" she asked Robert. 

	"I'll give ya a minute, um, I gotta pee," she said as she stood back up fully and looked around. "Ahh you mind girl?" she asked and Adelaide motioned for her to go ahead. "Sweet," Zoie said before motioning for Mali. "Buddy system?" she joked but she figured that Mali needed to as well. They had had a long flight and got right into the car before they headed over. "My back teeth are floating."

	Outside Claire nodded and got in the vehicle. Once Caesar and Keystone were in she took off down the road, driving like a bat out of hell. She had things to do, granted one wouldn't be able to tell that. She drove just as wild as always. Thankfully it wasn't long before they were outside a large Catholic church and she pulled the car to a stop. Throwing it into park she looked at them. "Alright, I'll introduce you to the padre," she said to Caesar before looking at Keystone, "and then be right back to get you to the office." Hoping out of the car she started making her way up the stairs. 

	"Jesus, Mary, and fucking Joseph.." a man said as the doors pushed open and a middle aged man stepped outside. He was roughly groomed and didn't exactly look like a priest. Not at first. Cowboy boots and jeans, black. then his shirt and collar gave it away. Spotting Claire he sighed and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up. It stuck to his bottom lip as he spotted Caesar. "Oh fuck... A Gonzalez.... What the shit happened?" he asked before taking a long puff off it. 

	"You know him?" Claire asked surprised. 

	"No, but once you know one Gonzalez, you learn about them all," he said with a chuckle and walked down the steps, holding out his hand to Caesar. "Father Pearson, so which one are you? Let me guess, you're the big man Caesar. I'm right ain't I?"

	Claire stood there, silent for once and a bit flabbergasted before she finally piped in. "You fucking priests, what you got an inside channel or some shit?"

	"Direct line to God, ain't ya heard? We got a big red phone in the back, it's like the batphone but better."

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana - Sheriff's Station:[/b][/color] Tim held the bottle tight in his hand and nearly pitched it before letting out a frustrated huff and spinning the top off the bottle instead, it went flying off. Hitting his desk and then skipping like a stone to the floor and finally stopping at the wall. "Some fucking clown was spotted over near the Grimaldi's tearing plants out of pots near the front steps. Apparently it has a lot of blood on it. Thankfully no one is there right now but a neighbor saw it," Tim said before taking a drink. It wasn't uncommon for the Grimaldi's not to be home, they traveled a lot ever since their daughter got married. 

	Tim sat down behind his desk and nodded towards Priya. "Apparently Tinder died in some barn burning out in Justice. They're moving his body from O'Hara right now. He's being brought in by a..." he said as he put the bottle down and searching for his note pad that was right in front of him. "Oh right, a Zoie Crawford and a Mali Anson, fuck..." he said before dropping the pad again. Rubbing his temples. "Okay, um, you two, go to Grace if you would and get armed and then head over to the Grimaldi's. I'll go break the news to Marc's parents," he said as he picked up his coffee mug and downed the contents. "Don't get killed."