Sam POV

So.... is he going to say something? He looks like he wants to say something. Wait shouldn’t I be saying something first? I'm the adult here..wait the police woman is here….and she's gone…

Okay introduction, I put on my best professional smile and try to sound as comforting as possible. "hello my name is Samantha" I say when I pull my chair and sit down facing him. "So you're Grimm huh?"

No response, he just keeps staring… he does that a lot…he can speak right?

"I'm", his eyes scrunch up as if searching for an answer inside himself. It really wasn’t that hard of a question but I guess he's been through a lot today, hell I'm surprised he's still sane. He is sane right? I mean they wouldn’t put me in a room with a crazy person would they? Wait I'm supposed to be helping him here he hasn’t done anything to warrant this kind of treatment…yet

"-Grimm , that is my name" it seems will I was thinking away the boy managed to tell me his name…I should probably pay attention to this , I'm a professional I can afford to screw up my job depends on this…and this kids health and wellbeing of course.. and my livelihood.. I don’t wanna move back in with mom…

"Excuse me, are you okay you seem really distracted", he says facing me baring into my eyes with his. The sudden feeling of his stare breaks me out of my stumper…..

"Perfectly fine," crrraaaaaapppp messed up big time. Focus here Sam you're meant to be helping him. Quick change the subject "so Grimm huh?"

"Yes", he answers flatly

Silence ensues…master conversationalist I am…

"s-so Grimm how much are you doing", I manage in desperation

"Um how am I doing?", he says after staring at me for sometime decrypting the meaning babble that washed out of my mouth.. it's not my fault . I'm trying my best here

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"Yes that", roll with it he seems to have understood, it's fine if this random kid thinks you're a complete weirdo , that fine , doesn’t hurt me on bit…(╥_╥)

"Well, conflicted would be the word I'd use but aside from that everything is pretty much dandy".

Was that sarcasm? I couldn’t tell his expressions didn’t change and neither did his tone.

"why conflicted?"

"Well I did just lose both my birth parents in one night, both of which attempted to kill me moments before they were arrested so there relief of being alive and loss at losing my parents. So there are some conflicting emotions at play here".

His speech pattern doesn’t mesh well from the mouth it just came from. It seems really odd hearing such a tone from a child..especially one so young. How old is he? There isn't exactly a file on him. As far as documents go he doesn't even exist.

"If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you Grimm?"I ask

He looks at me blankly, well I guess even if he acts composed he's still a kid.

"I ..don’t know"

"You don’t know?", I ask incredulously how can a person not know their own age?

"I don’t know", he says with renewed confidence in his answer…that’s not something to be confident about dammit… so what does he know?

"Do you know any relatives of yours? An aunt, an uncle? Grandfather , grandmother?" surely he must know someone else in his family . if he doesn’t know anything about himself we can always ask them.

"I don’t know, if I have any relatives I've never met them, I only know my birth parents"

Birth parents again, "why do you call them your birth parents?"

His face twists bitterly and says " they are my biological parents and they gave birth to me". After a bit of time like he was carefully choosing his words.

"Why not mom or dad?"

"I can call them a lot worse things but birth parents are what they are." He says in a tone devoid of emotion. Okay then touchy subject. Well obviously Sam you dumbass, maybe a change of approach would be in order?

"okay why don’t you tell me what you do know about yourself " I take out a pen and paper and slide them across the table. He just stares blankly at what I hand him...

"What am I to do with this?" well good question Grimm , why did I give him the paper when I said "tell" ? all a part of my master plan to get him to open up to me. Yes . definitely.

"well , why don’t you write down what you know about yourself?" too late to back out of this now Sam, roll with it.

"I… " he starts to pull his hair to the left of his face playing with it as if it could possibly distract him from the situation at hand. ".. I can't write, or rather I don’t know how to." He all but whispers the last part.

Honestly did his parents teach him anything? What kind of parents are they.. well they're drug addicts…but still! How dare they not teach him something so basic. I have a half a mind to go and yell and them right now for being such lousy people, but then the saner part of my mind reminds me that , yelling at convicted felons ranks atop most stupidest thoughts of all time, and there is a rather long list…

While he is playing with his hair I can see the side of his cheek bulge out unnaturally, like it was swollen . Really bad parents it seems, why would they hit a kid like that ? who would do something like that? And he's been living with these people all his life? Jesus. He notices my gaze and hides his check with his long hair again covering up the injury.

"Do need me to get some ice for that?" I ask in an effort to break the silence.

"It's fine, I heal quickly, I'm used to it"

Used to it. He says. What a cruel thing to do. And how sad it must be to expect things like that to happen to you so often you disregard it like it's nothing. My hands clench into fists under the table. I understood this job would require me to see some things I wouldn’t want to. I thought I was ready to expect it. Guess reality is a lot more grittier than my imagination.

I want to help him. Well it's my job but it feels like I'm committed to it more than I was before . nothing like a dose of reality to your system to wake you up to yourself.

We finish up writing up the appropriate documents, get some information from the "parents" after talking to them I hope I never have to see them again and I'm going to make dam sure I'm not letting them see Grimm again. I of course don’t have that kind of authority, I feel like I'm stepping my bounds as far as my job is concerned. But these people, are truly repulsive and despicable hitting their own child and blaming him for the things that happened to them as consequence of their own actions. These scum will get whats coming to them, I will have to make sure the mother doesn't try to go after Grimm when shes released, she wont be able to take custody easily but it may be a problem. I'll take care of it when the times comes. After I've been given the information I need I leave and take Grimm into a nearby taxi, in the cab I explain what's going to happen to him again. But I don’t think he's listening. He's just staring back at the police station not moving his gaze until we speed away into the night leaving it a dark shadow as we travel down the night streets of the city.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N : arighty then one more chapter from Sam's perspective… I'm totally not adding filler because o don’t know what I'm doing with the story or anything….ahahahah…ha *ahem* definitely not.. well …see you in the next one then? Also if you like this story, do tell me your insults or compliments will fuel the dying ember that is my will to liv- I mean writing. Will fuel my writing. Also tell your friends, your family , your dog, your friend's family dog, but don’t tell their cats. They are mean little bastards. Sing the words of the story to the world . readers lend me your energy *raises hands to the sky*. I'll stop before I make a bigger fool of myself anonymity is powerful it brings the crazy out. Also small hints to Sam's character in case you haven't noticed, it pretty subtle if you spell it out like this SUBTLE

in case you didn't notice I'm a crap author and you have no faults, except your face ,real sorry about that man, sorry its true (ha gottiem! DEEZ NUTZ amirite guys ? am i cool now? [please facilitate my need for attention])

Final note: I WILL EVENTUALLY get to the "promise" segment of this part(chapter? arc? feels like Naruto filler dammit) I swear (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯) notice these A/N are getting longer and longer each chapter? I don't know it just feels like i can really talk to you guys. all of 1 of you who follows my story, no idea who you are or nor do i want to find out. it feels like i can talk to you about anything, as long as you don't talk back ,don't make it weird man.