Grimm chugged down another Flaming White Duke and looked around the room. Wiping his face off with his sleeve, he seemed to be pondering something for a moment. As he watched Hero destroy Grissom's painting, he seemed to make up his mind. Yeah, definitely time to go. There's things I've been putting off doing for too long.

Turning and quietly walking down the hallway, Grimm walked down the stairs and out the front door. Stepping outside, he was greeted by a stern voice. "Just where do you think you're going, mister?!"

Startled, he turned back to see Brianna in the doorway. Grissom and Phil behind her. "You haven't said goodbye yet, ye daft wanker." Flying over to Grimm, the small irish girl threw her arms around his massive waist in an embrace. Slowly, he returned the embrace. "It was good seein ye again. Even if only for a little while."

"It. . .was good to see you also, Bri." Grimm lightly patted the girl on her back. "But I have to go now."

"Sure you don't want to stay?" Montag asked, a small glass of white Zinfandel materializing in his hand. "We could use you, especially now."

"No, I have matters that need my attention elsewhere. I enjoyed my time here, but. . .that time is gone. It's time to move on." Grimm walked up to Montag and shook his hand. "You're a good man, Montag. You'll do well."

"If you need us, we're listed. Just call." Montag returned the shake.

"I'm here too, you know." Smith interjected.

"Smith," Grimm paused for a moment, "Stay out of my head."

Phil was momentarily shocked before the realization dawned upon him and a small smile crept over his face. "Heh. Your head's not on my list of places to visit this year." Smith clapped the undead biker on the shoulder. "Good luck, man."

"And to you."

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Sitting on a smail boat headed for the US mainland, Grimm watched the small isle of La Perdita fade into the sunset. His mind wandered back over the time he'd spent there, the people he'd met, and the adventures he'd shared in such a brief period. He wondered how different things would be if he'd never met them in South America, and if he'd never gone back to La Perdita with them.

Truly it was an age of discovery and wonder. But as with all things, it must pass. Things move on and so must we. La Perdita vanished over the horizon and Grimm turned towards the future.

*Not the end*