Grünwald hasste seinen Job manchmal. Besonders wenn er seinen Ethos als aufopfernden, objektiven und investigativen Journalisten aufgeben musste um für so ein schmieriges Arschloch wie Schwarz Fotos zu machen.

Er beobachtete Schwarz und die älteste Steinkamp beim… was auch immer das war. Gedanken musste er sich darüber nicht machen, Schwarz hatte ihm schon den ganzen Artikel vorgeschrieben.

Aber er fragte sich, wie er die Bilder der beiden verändern könnte. Steinkamp mit Cellulite? Schwarz mit Männerbrüsten? Mit Glatze? Mit einem Strick um den Hals? Grünwald schluckte seinen Ärger runter und nickte seinem Fotographen zu. Was tat man nicht alles für Geld?

Oh Mann, der arme Grünwald! "...seinen Ethos als aufopfernden, objektiven und investigativen Journalisten..." - wahrere Worte haben noch nie einen Journalisten beschrieben! *tear*

Und LOL, ich kann ihn mir bildlich beim Photoshoppen vorstellen. Cellulite, Männerbrüste, Glatze, Strick... am besten alles, gleichzeitig! (warum mich das jetzt zum Axel/Grünwald-Shippen inspiriert, weiß ich allerdings nicht...??)

Armer Grünwald! Aber eins muss man ihm lassen, er ist immer zur richtigen Zeit am richtigen Platz, lol!

Haha, Axel/grünwald! Grüxel? Nur, wenn Antiteb oder Aldi das schreiben!
So wie Grünwald beschrieben wurde, so stelle ich ihn mir vor. Schmieriges passt eben zu schmierigem.

"Keep your head down, Matze. We don't want them seeing us."

Sometimes, in his wilder dreams, Armin Grünwald sees himself with a more exciting career. Nothing too extreme like war journalism, but hell, he could've been covering the royal wedding instead of-

Matze makes a disgusted noise. "Are they digging up a cat grave?!”

Grünwald peeks through his binoculars and shrugs. “Looks like. Hey, you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking Kate Middleton, Jennifer Steinkamp, the obvious link."

"Er… they're both brunette?"

"Exactly." Grünwald's already scribbling notes: Ice Princess' New Identity – Give Me A Real Crown. Damn, but he's good.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*RUNS IN FLAILING CIRCLES DYING OF LOLS*

Haha, nothing as inspiring as Royalty, is it?
Also I think the world needs more Grünwald fic!

LMAO!!! OMG I love this so much - Grünwald needs a bit of action!

They weren’t being paid enough for this shit. I mean who was this doctor guy anyway and who was it to anyone if he took his obviously guilt-laden, do-gooder complex off to the back of beyond to help starving orphans?

The PI rested his binoculars on the wall resignedly already planning to ask that Hartwig guy for more money. Finding Dr Sommer was obviously important to him, he’d pay extra for pictures.

He never asked why a client wanted someone found - he never usually had to. This time though, there was something here he just couldn’t quite work out.

Eeeeeeee! Hunting down Dr. Sommer! Obviously that Hartwig guy needs him to spice up his boring days of domestic violence and abusive video games with his other boyfriend. WIN!

This sounds intriguing! Follow up please! I always wanted to know how Oliver fared in Australia with Celine and Zoe, lol!

“Anything happened so far?”
“No, nothing, except that the Steinkamp girl and this Wild fellow have crept into the fry stand.”
“Broken into it?”
“Naw, looked like they had keys.”
“Could be a story all the same, they're both supposed to be single, teenage fans and all. Championships are up tomorrow. Go have a look at what they're up to!
“No, really!”
“C'mon, maybe you'll get a juicy picture or something.

***

“And?”
“Nothing, just two kids sitting on the floor, munching on fries. Now, who would be interested in that?”

Buhahahaha oh the JeRo love with a side of pommes. *cuddles lovely drabble*

Hahahahah! But what would the Ruhr Report have to write about if it wasn't for the Steinkamp girl and this Wild fellow??

"Can you see her?"
"Yes."
"I told you it would be a good idea to search for her in Russia. She'd think eveybody assumes her dead, or anywhere but here."
"I must admit, your journalist-instinct proves you right again."
"I didn't expect to find her so quickly in St. Petersburg, but -"
"Where's she going now?"
"Seems to be a villa of a very rich businessman, look at those gates."
"Let's ask her, Miss Jennifer Steinkamp!"

The young slender woman in the white suit turned around. 
"I'm not her and never will be!"
Jessica walked on and entered the building.  

*snort* Yes, Dr. Hooker, please go back to what you do best.

Can we pay the journalists to tell Marian who they found? Maybe he'll go after Jessica and we'll be rid of him. (Yes, still hating on him).

Lovely job!

"What's going on?" Grünwald whispered, sharing a confused look with his photographer.
"No idea. Should we call the cops?"
"Are you mad? We got an exclusive!"
About an hour earlier they'd gotten an anonymous tip-off that something big was going down at the Steinkamp Villa today. Now they were crouching behind the wall, watching a gang of masked people hanging a huge banner from the balony.
"SAY NO TO ANIMAL CRUELTY!"
"There," the photographer pointed out, getting his camera ready.
There was a commotion by the backdoor and people cheered loudly as two men carried out an enormous stuffed giraffe.

Haha, hope they don't take her to VL!

Grrrr. Balcony, even.

AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OMG. AHAHAHAHAHA DYING. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

*Cackles*

That poor, poor creature. Do PETA do therapy sessions for animals?

This is made of purest unadulterated awesomesauce. Oh Pet. Giraffe fic. Only you, BB. Only you <33333333333333