Trubel brought the Grimm books up from the garage and set them on the counter. She had brought them to Nick's house in the hopes of helping with the case while also helping with the children. Diana was waiting expectantly for the books with a smile. She walked up to them, placed her hand on the pile, and looked at them with purple eyes.

"These are really old," she said.

"Yeah," Trubel agreed. "They are." She walked over to Diana. "You know, these aren't really kid books. I think you would have more fun if I read you something else."

"No, I like these books." Diana turned her purple eyes away from the book mound and looked at Trubel. "Your eyes are like Nick's," she said. "And my other mommy's." Trubel realized that Diana must have been talking about Nick's mom, Kelly.

"Do you know why?" Trubel asked to test what Diana knew about Wesen and Grimms.

Diana looked back towards the counter. The books started floating in the air.

"Diana," Trubel reprimanded. "You need to be careful. Some of them are fragile."

"I know," Diana said. She floated a book out of the group of levitating books so that it was in front of her and Trubel. It was the Grimm ancestry book.

Uh-oh! That was the most important one out of all of them. If something happened to it...

"See," Diana said. She let the book fall. Before it even had contact with the ground, it disappeared in a flash of purple sparks the same color as Diana's eyes. It was gone which Diana apparently thought was better than a few pages falling out or the binding getting a little skewed from the book falling on the ground... Trubel looked on as the most valuable book disappeared out of existence. That was very bad.

"Diana," Trubel warned. "That was a very important book. Where did it go?"

"It's over there," Diana said. She pointed behind her without looking in that direction. The Grimm ancestry book was sitting on the table, undamaged, open to the Kessler page. Diana carefully lowered the rest of the floating books back onto the counter until they were in a neater pile than they had been in before. Diana walked over to the table with the Grimm ancestry book and sat down. Trubel followed, her mouth hanging open with awe and horror.

"This is why your eyes are the same," Diana said, pointing at the Kessler page. "You're related."

"Yeah," Trubel admitted. "We are all Grimms because we're related to the first Grimms." Trubel sat down at the table next to Diana.

"No," Diana said.

"No, what?" Trubel asked.

Diana's eyes turned purple again and Trubel wondered how long she could keep up the babysitting Diana thing. Diana put her hand approximately where Trubel's heart would be. Trubel was weirded out, but she didn't flinch. Diana pulled her hand away and caught a pen that suddenly hurtled through the air towards her hand. Without hesitation, Diana started writing in the Grimm ancestry book.

"You aren't really supposed to draw in these books," Trubel said. "Why don't we get some crayons and paper," she suggested.

"I'm almost done," Diana said innocently. Trubel was sure that Nick was going to see whatever Diana had drawn on his important family tree, and he was not going to be happy. "There," Diana said. Trubel grabbed the side of the book and slid it towards herself until she could see what Diana had done. Trubel eyed the page and saw that Diana had written, "Theresa 'Trubel' Rubel" in perfect, correctly spelled, beautiful handwriting. Trubel saw that her name connected to a few names up the tree from Nick's.

"What did you do?" she asked gently and curiously.

"I finished it," Diana said, pointing to the book. "That's where you go."

Trubel stared at the page, even more, trying to figure out what it meant. "I'm related to Nick?" she asked Diana.

"Yeah, silly," Diana said. She laughed as if that was common knowledge.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Trubel mumbled mostly to herself. She pulled out her phone and typed a few things before announcing. "Apparently, Nick and I are third cousins." She smiled at Diana. "That's what this means."

"Should I put Kelly on here, too?" Diana asked.

"Um." Trubel wasn't sure how to ask. "This page is for Grimms. Is Kelly a Grimm?"

Once again, Diana's eyes turned purple. They went out of focus like she was looking at something only she could see. "No."

"No?" Trubel asked. She kind of expected the answer to be yes, and Nick would have, too. Would he be upset that his son wasn't like him or would he be relieved?

"He's like Nick and Mommy," Diana said. "He's both."

"A Zauber-Grimm?" Trubel asked. Diana laughed and nodded. "Can he woge?" Maybe Diana wouldn't know what that meant. "Can he transform like your mom?"

Diana shook her head. "No. But he's strong like Mommy, and his eyes will change color, too. But he isn't old enough yet."

Trubel was gathering as many facts as possible because she was curious and was sure Nick and Adalind would be, too.

"Change color how?"

"They look black to woged Wesen," Diana said. Okay, so she did know what that meant. "But when he get's mad, the ring part turns blue."

Trubel talked with Diana about Kelly for quite a while. Trubel was able to figure out most of what would happen. Kelly, when he was older, would have both Grimm abilities and Zauberbiest strength - like how Renard could lift someone off the ground with one arm. Kelly's eyes would change color like Diana's, except he did it when he was emotional as opposed to Diana whose eyes changed when she was using her powers. Kelly didn't have any powers aside from his Grimm abilities. He couldn't lift objects with his mind like Diana could.

Trubel started to worry that Kelly might end up being bad. He was part Zauber/Hexenbiest, and that usually made people into power hungry manipulators like Adalind, Renard, and Juliette used to be. Trubel worried for a while until Diana said, "Kelly's like Nick. He helps people."

Trubel smiled.

Then she realized how strange it was that she was talking to Diana about the future which no one should be able to predict...

Trubel suggested that they should grab something to eat. Adalind had made them some good-looking sandwiches and it was about time to feed Kelly, anyway.

*************

After talking to Monroe and Rosalee, Hank decided to call Farris. She didn't answer the first three times, but she picked up on the fourth.

"What do you want?" Farris asked coldly.

"To tell you the truth," Hank answered.

"This better not be some kind of trick or something Hank," she said angrily.

"It's not," Hank promised. "Can you meet me at 402 NW Fulton Street?"

"Fine," she agreed. "I'll be over there as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll see you then," Hank approved. He was about to hang up, but he heard Farris ask, "Hank?"

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Thank you," she said before hanging up.

While Hank was talking on the phone, Nick, Monroe, Wu, and Rosalee waited in the other room.

"We've never really told anyone outside of our immediate group. It took a lot of, like, trauma and disaster for us to even tell Juliette and Hank, you know?!" Monroe worried.

"Maybe she'll become part of the group," Nick said. "Hank likes this woman, though I'm not sure how much." Wu looked at Nick skeptically. They both had a pretty good idea how much Hank liked Farris.

"We're exposing the world of Wesen to a stranger to help Hank get a girl?!" Monroe demanded frantically.

"Love is a confusing thing," Wu said. "Not that I would know," he added sarcastically.

"Monroe," Rosalee said, putting her hand on Monroe's shoulder. "I think it will be fine."

"But what if she, like, can't take it or something?" he worried.

"Hank said she's losing it. He made it sound like we could only go up from here," Nick offered.

"Okay, I guess," Monroe said, sighing. "Okay, we'll tell her."

Hank walked in the room that the others were in and told them that Janelle was coming over.

"Janelle?" Nick and Monroe asked simultaneously.

*************

Farris pulled up to the Spice Shop and looked at it questioningly before entering. When she walked inside, she saw Hank standing next to a woman she hadn't met before.

"Hi," Hank said. "This is Rosalee," he added.

"I'm Janelle," Farris said, shaking Rosalee's hand.

"Hank tells me that you've been confused about some things that are going on?" Rosalee wondered.

"Um..." Farris didn't quite know how to answer that.

"Rosalee knows what we're talking about here," Hank said. "We want to show you something downstairs."

Farris seemed encouraged by Hank's words at first. If Rosalee knew what they were talking about, then what they were talking about must be real, right? Then Hank said he would show her something downstairs, in the basement of a really bizarre, creepy shop. She started to feel nervous about what monsters or realities potentially lurked downstairs.

"Come with us," Rosalee added as kindly as she could possibly sound. She wanted to ease Farris's nerves. They all walked down to the basement full of books and artifacts.

They sat down at a table, and Hank said, "I'm not really sure where to begin this, so I guess I'll start by saying you aren't crazy and what you saw was real."

"Excuse me?" she asked shocked. Maybe Hank had been a little too honest a little too fast.

"The people you saw at the junkyard were lizard people called Phansigars, and Mishipeshu is real," Hank said.

"How do I know you're not crazy?" she asked. Rosalee opened one of the Grimm books in front of them to the Phanisgar page.

"This entry was made in 1893," Rosalee began.

"By Rudyard Kipling?!" Farris asked, surprised.

"The Jungle Book Rudyard Kipling," Hank clarified.

"Why was he killing these people?" Farris asked.

"He was what is called a Grimm," Rosalee said. "Like the German brothers that wrote fairy tales. Their stories are truer than most people understand."

"This is crazy!" Farris said mostly to herself.

"But real," Hank said, not disagreeing with her. "Look at this." Hank pushed the book in her direction. She examined the cover and the pages and couldn't help thinking how genuinely old it was. That would have been hard for Hank and his lady friend to fabricate.

"Are there more of these?" Farris asked.

"Yeah," Hank said, pointing to the shelves of books next to them.

That entire shelf of old books would have been even harder to fabricate. She was becoming more convinced. She was also wondering who Hank's friend was and what relationship she shared with Hank. She was wearing a wedding ring, though... Farris shook her head to clear it, trying to understand what Hank and Rosalee were telling her.

"But, how come it's taken me this long to see what I've been seeing?" she asked. "If people like this," she said, pointing to the Wesen in the book in front of her, "Exist, why haven't I seen more?"

"These people that can transform into animals are called Wesen," Rosalee said. "They can only be seen by normal humans like you when they want to be seen."

"But Grimms can see them when they don't want to be seen," Hank added.

"Can Grimms transform?" Farris asked.

"No, but they do have special abilities - strength, endurance, fighting abilities, sight, hearing," Hank listed. "They need these abilities to defend normal humans against Wesen."

"Are you a Grimm?" Farris asked Hank.

Hank laughed and said, "No!"

Farris looked at Rosalee who also shook her head. "Then, how do you know about all of this?"

"I know a few Grimms and a few Wesen," Hank said calmly.

"You know Wesen?!" Farris asked, sounding appalled. "Aren't they monsters or something? If Grimms have to defend people from them, doesn't that mean that Wesen attack people? A lot? Why don't you arrest them or tell the Grimms to kill them."

"Because not all Wesen are bad," Rosalee told Farris. "Some specific kinds have better reputations than others, but even the 'bad ones,'" Rosalee air quoted, "Can be different from what you'd expect."

"Do you know anyone who's Wesen that I would know?" Farris asked.

"He does," Rosalee said, smiling. Farris looked confused, and Rosalee added, "I'm one."

"What?!" Farris asked, terrified. She leaned incredibly far back in the chair she had been sitting in to get as far away from Rosalee as possible.

"Relax," Hank said. "She's good and she helps Nick and me with some of our weirder cases."

"Nick? He knows about this?" Farris asked.

"Nick's a Grimm," Hank said. He wondered if he shouldn't have told her that, but it was too late, now.

Farris leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, this time looking tired more than anything else. It seemed like the attempt to wrap her head around her new reality was exhausting. "Wow," she said.

"Would you like to see a woge?" Rosalee asked kindly. "A woge is what it's called when we transform."

"Um," Farris mused. "I think so."

"I'm not that scary," Rosalee promised with a smile. "I'm a Fuchsbau which is basically a fox variety of Wesen. We're supposed to be manipulative and sly, but I find that the honest life I have now suits me." Rosalee smiled at Farris's wide eyes. "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she said, nodding. She grabbed Hank's hand, and Hank smiled encouragingly at her.

Rosalee looked like she was swinging her head to flip her hair except the movement made her face ripple and sprout fur. Her face continued to shift until it resembled that of a fox.

Rosalee had received a variety of reactions from people seeing her woge in the past; mostly people screamed or ran.

But, Farris sat calmly and looked Rosalee up and down. "You're not anywhere near as bad as the fancy-gars or whatever they're called."

"And normal Wesen can't possess people like Mishipeshu can," Hank added.

"That's good," Farris added, laughing nervously.

Rosalee woged back into her human shape. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"This will take some getting used to, but it's better to know than not know," she decided. "I think."

"Which reminds me," Hank said.

"What? You don't turn into anything, do you?" Farris asked nervously.

Hank chuckled. "No. I'm just a boring human like you," he said. "Anyway, you were right at the coffee shop when you said Jorge could be telling the truth. We think this case is Wesen, and Nick and I were wondering if you wanted to work on it with us...?" Hank prompted.

"Yes!" Farris said too enthusiastically, getting to her feet. "Yes," she repeated more calmly.

"Great," Hank approved happily.

"I'll go get Nick," Rosalee said. She stood up and disappeared up the stairs. Farris walked over to the shelves and pulled out a book just to be sure. It was full of the same kinds of journals and drawings as the other one.

"Weird, huh?" Hank asked.

"This really is real? This all isn't some kind of cruel trick?" Farris asked, turning towards Hank.

"You saw it with your own eyes," Hank said, standing up. "That would be a pretty good trick."

Farris laughed.

Nick came down the stairs with Monroe, Rosalee, and Wu, and Hank and Farris looked up at them. Farris looked especially interested in Nick.

"How's it going?" Nick asked. "Are you okay?" he asked Farris.

"Uh, yeah," she said nervously. "Can I ask you something?" she asked, looking around the room.

"Go ahead," Nick said, smiling.

"So, Wesen are more powerful than normal humans?" she asked.

Nick made an unsure face. Most of them were, except Wesen like Eisbibers and Mauzhertz. "I guess so. Most of them are, yeah."

"And you're more powerful than they are?" Farris clarified.

"Yeah," Nick said hesitantly. "As a general rule." Farris was looking at him funny. Nick smiled slightly. "You're not scared of me, are you?"

"Should I be?" she asked.

"No," Hank, Rosalee, Wu, and Monroe said at the same time. Nick shrugged. He thought their reactions represented him well.

"You look so normal," she said, eyeing Nick.

"We're all kind of normal in a not normal kind of way," Wu said. "Welcome to the club."

Farris smiled nervously.