Kendall Turner, watched her friends getting drunk and having a good time. It was her best friend Caitlin's bridal party, she was the maid of honor and at this point the designated driver. She was actually having fun watching them make a fool of themselves, they were not too much trouble. The Goose wasn't too full tonight, which was a blessing.

"Kendall, we're going to find you a man!"

"Hmm ok, Cait!"

"What about that good looking hottie over there!" She pointed to a table of people against the wall.

"Which one Cait?"

"The dark haired, dark eyed one! I'll go get him for you!" She was up and out of the chair before Kendall could stop her.

Kendall just waited, she didn't think Cait could make it across the room, she was pretty wasted. She watched the bride to be wobble across the floor, she turned as the rest of the bridal party started to table dance. Lord, help me! She got the bidemaids off the table, and sitting down again, before anyone got hurt. She looked up, Cait had made it to the table, the entire table was looking at her.

I'm taking these drunk heifers home! She went across the room to retrieve the bride. "She's lonely handsome, why don't you come keep her company. She's really beautiful and single!"

She smiled at the table. "Sorry about this. Come on bridezilla, let's get your drunk self home." She wrapped her arm around Cait's waist and started to lead her out the door, to Kendall's SUV.

The man followed her, great now she was going to have to defend them both from some creepy dude. "Let me warn you, I can kick your butt, and make you scream like a girl."

She heard him laugh, she pushed Cait inside her SUV and turned on him, he had the most amazing smile. "I'm Constable Scarlatti, SRU. Have you been drinking tonight?"

"No, I'm the embarrassed, sober, Maid of honor!" She smiled back at him. "I have to get the rest of the drunken bridal party home."

She got them in the vehicle, and was ready to drive them away, he handed her his card. "Give me a call, maybe we can meet for coffee." She shoved the card in her pocket, she may have to kill Cait.

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Spike was going to just brush off the drunk bride to be's invite to meet her single friend, expecting another drunk women to approach the table. He wasn't expecting the 5'5 dark haired beauty to arrive at the table, dragging the drunk bride away. She had dark green eyes, full pink lips, her smile lit up her face, the bride was right she was beautiful. He laughed at her threat in the parking lot, to kick his butt and make him scream like a girl.

He gave her his card, spur of the moment, his one mistake, he didn't get her name. The team had given him a hard time about the encounter for a week now, asking him if he'd taken the drunk bride up on the beautiful lonely friend. He was too embarrassed to tell them, he hadn't gotten a name.

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Dr. Kendall Turner sat at the nurses station, finishing up her notes for the end of shift. . She had twenty minutes left of her shift, enough time for trouble to find her, which it usually did. She had to be at the church for the rehearsal in two hours, if push came to shove, she could leave from here.

"Hey doc, there's a head lac in curtain 2"

She got up from her seat walking over to the room. She looked at the chart. Constable Michelangelo Scarlatti She wondered why that name sounded familiar. She opened the curtain, walking in, stopping in her tracks, that's why. it was too late, to pass it off to another doctor now, maybe he'd forgotten, it had been a week ago, it had been a chance meeting.

"Hello Constable Scarlatti, I'm Dr. Turner. What happened?"

Spike looked up, his eyes getting big, he smiled. "It's the embarrassed sober Maid of honor. I busted my head on a call."

She put on a pair of gloves and examined the head lac. "Looks like you're going to need a couple of stitches."

"You never called about coffee.'

She tried to ignore him. while she sowed up his wound. "Sorry, it's been wedding week."

"How about tonight?"

"Rehearsal."

"Sunday afternoon?"

It was against her better judgement, she had no business getting involved with a law enforcement officer. He was looking at her with these amazing brown eyes, she couldn't resist them. She pulled a card from her pocket, writing her cell number on the back.

"Call me tomorrow morning."