"What do you mean there's a problem?" Emma asked, her voice quickly beginning to display panic and worry as she held her cell phone close to her ear. "No you don't understand. Today's my wedding day there can't be any problems with my order. But…I thought I already clarified that why would…" Her eyebrows met in confusion as she continued listening to the florist on the phone. "I know but isn't there any other…" She huffed and shook her head as Brennan pulled the car into a nearby parking space on the street. "Fine, I'll be in there later," she concluded, hanging up the phone and violently flipping the cover back down. "I can't believe it," she complained, nearly throwing her arms up in annoyance.

Brennan put the car in park and removed the keys from the ignition, turning to face her.

"What's wrong?"

"The florist only has half my orders for the flowers and said they can't cover the other requests by today," she answered, letdown clear in her upset tone.

"Well maybe we can get them somewhere else," he suggested.

"No, these are special flowers that were supposed to be imported. They can't fill such a large order of exotic flowers by this evening."

"Well, flowers aren't what's important, Emma."

"I know but it would be nice to have my wedding go as planned. I've only been dreaming about I my whole life and all."

Brennan smiled and extended an arm of friendship around the saddened woman's shoulder in the passenger seat beside him. She leaned into his arm, a sad frown overtaking her soft features.

"Hey, we'll make it work for you ok," he reassured, gently rubbing her back in comfort. "Don't let yourself get so worked up. Everything's gonna be fine."

"Thanks," she said, allowing herself to smile back at him.

"Now let's go get your dress."

Emma allowed herself to begin calming down once more, reminding herself this was the last day she wanted to become so worked up over things. She wanted everything to be perfect for her, for Shalimar, knew they deserved it so much and already saw all obstacles they were facing so early in the morning.

Stepping onto the curb she looked up to the sign above the building before her reading "Bridgett's Bridal Bliss." She glanced to Brennan and the two began to make their way inside.

"So what is it we're getting here, just the dress?" he asked, holding the door for the psionic to enter.

"And a couple large coolers with food," she answered. "This place offers to take care of all kinds of wedding day needs, dresses, food orders, we just need to pick it up since they can't deliver it to Sanctuary. I also ordered another cake from them just in case."

"In case Adam's cake turned out like the one at your engagement party?" Brennan chuckled.

"Yeah."

As they walked up to the counter Emma couldn't help noticing the suspicious woman sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. The man beside her was equally as suspicious looking as he sat pretending to read a bridal magazine. She almost felt as if they were watching her, studying her every move. She brushed it off, trying to focus only on her task.

"Hi," she greeted the short woman behind the counter with a sweet, friendly smile. "I'm here to pick up the orders for the DeLauro-Fox wedding," she informed.

"Oh, hi, and your name please?"

"Emma DeLauro."

"Ok, Ms. DeLauro please sign in here and I'll need to see your ID," the woman notified her pointing to the sign in sheet on the counter.

Emma signed her name and handed her Id to the woman as she noticed Brennan seemed distant and distracted as he looked around the room.

"Brennan," she said turned back to him.

"Huh?" he asked, pulling his eyes from the other customers in the room.

"I'm gonna go try on the dress in the dressing rooms," she informed. "Just in case."

"Uh, yeah sounds like a good idea," he managed to say, his eyes fixated on the blonde woman Emma still thought had a curious presence.

She looked over to the woman Brennan couldn't seem to peel his eyes away from, then back to him, grinning in her realization.

"You and blondes," she chuckled before heading off with the woman employee beside the desk.

Brennan's curiosity in the attractive blonde woman peeked and he decided to walk over and sit himself beside her. He offered a mediocre smile to the man a couple chairs over who seemed to look up from his magazine every so often and look the woman and him over. Brennan reached over and picked up one of the bridal magazines on the table beside him, pretending to be interested in it. He waited for the woman to look up once more.

"So," he began with a flirtatious smile, "getting married?"

The woman slowly met his eyes with hers, a welcoming smile greeting him.

Emma smiled as she felt the beautiful, over the shoulder, white wedding dress between her fingers feeling it's softness. She looked down at herself in the gown, stunned she was actually wearing a wedding dress that she'd soon don before her friends as she married the love of her life. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full mirror before her, amazed at the way she seemed to glow and radiate.

She couldn't wait to get married. Wished Shalimar was right there beside her so she could do it this very moment, wishing her eternal joy and bliss wouldn't be postponed until later in the evening and she could get started right away.

"I do," she said almost unbeknownst to herself as she searched herself over in the mirror. She ran her hands down her sides, turning, admiring the way the beautiful garment clung beautifully and perfectly to her feminine body. she couldn't wait for Shalimar to see her in the gown. She smiled as it occurred to her this was actually going to happen. She had her dress and it was perfect. Positive energy entered her forcing out the worry she harbored from the hardships she'd experienced and she knew her wedding would take place.

She headed out the dressing room door and down to the hall where Brennan was waiting. Within a few moments the sound of a fight caught her attention and she quickly rushed through the hall to find Brennan and the man she'd seem in the chair engaged in a fistfight. Her eyes widened as the stranger slammed Brennan against the wall causing a picture from to come crashing to the ground, glass shattering on the floor. She headed over to his aid only to see the woman from the nearby seat quickly blocking her path, a psi blast heading towards her. Emma narrowly missed the blast as she dodged behind the corner or the nearby wall. She peered around the edge only to have another psi blast smash into the wall as she hid behind it once more.

She gritted her teeth, her patience nearly pushed totally over the edge at yet another unfortunate setback. She stepped from behind the wall, ducking another blast from the attacking psionic, and sending one of her own the woman's way. As she dodged it she looked to Brennan who's attacker was now running out the door. Brennan scrambled to his feet and quickly took off after him. Emma's attacker looked to the woman at the counter now on the phone and launched a psi blast at her, knocking her out. She turned around and quickly bolted out the door after the two men, Emma eagerly following behind.

When she got outside Emma saw Brennan chasing the man on the other side of the street and before she could rush to his assistance felt herself being knocked back into the wall as the psionic woman attacked her once more. She wrestled her back, kicking her away so she could get in one good psi blast to the blonde's forehead finally causing the energetic attacker to fall to the pavement.

Emma caught her breath and turned as a man with a cake standing in the doorway caught her attention.

"Ms. DeLauro, the cake you ordered," he said with a smile.

"Thank you," she said as she walked over to him to get a better view of the beautiful cake. Just as she approached she heard Brennan's voice in a yell.

"Emma, lookout!"

Emma's head jerked to the left to see the man Brennan was chasing just a few feet from her and already running at top speed. She gasped and attempted to move out of his way only to have him fiercely shove her aside as he ran past her.

Brennan stopped as he reached Emma's side and looked down at her now lying on top of the bridal store employee as well as the large, now flattened, wedding cake. He reached out his hand to the saddened yet clearly annoyed psionic to help her out of the cake that now covered her and the man on the floor.

Emma stood up and looked herself over, now wearing more wedding cake then wedding dress. Her mouth nearly hung open in shock and annoyance as she held her arms out and looked from her cake-covered body to Brennan. She shook her arms off, some cake falling to the sidewalk at the movement.

"This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me," she flatly stated in a soft voice.

"Oh come on, Em," Brennan pleaded. "That can't be true. You've died twice."

He smiled as if to say "lighten up it'll all be ok" but Emma's face held it's clearly displeased look. He reached out and whipped his finger softly down her cheek covering it in frosting before bringing it to his mouth for a taste.

"On the bright side," he said with a happy smile and tip of his head as he licked the last bit off his finger, "it's good cake."

Emma frowned at the words, bringing her hands to her face to wipe the frosting off it and splatter it to the ground. She looked up and caught the sight of a police officer standing by their car and she headed over to him.

"Excuse me, officer," she said as the man turned around while writing on a small pad. "Is there a problem other than the fact I was just attacked?"

"I'm writing a ticket for this car," he explained, making a face as he looked her over in curiosity.

"A ticket? Why?"

The officer pointed to the small white sign behind the vehicle reading "Fifteen Minute Parking Only."

Emma sighed in disgust and aggravation and turned so Brennan could see how displeased she was.

"Sorry," he offered. "I couldn't read it 'cause it's facing the sidewalk. I just figured it was an hour parking like the others." He shrugged his shoulders at his explanation.

Emma grunted, her sarcastic, annoyed voice answering, "This is a fine time for your chimpanzee like attention to detail to get me into trouble, Brennan," she snapped, feeling like she might pass out from all the aggravation she was being put through. She sighed and spoke again. "I'm going to change," she informed. "Tell that officer of our attack too," she said before turned to head back into the bridal shop, clutching the doorway as she slipped on the cake remaining on the floor.