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A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.

Since we don't know if the Captain will survive yet, for the purposes of my story he will. Also, Nick hasn't lost his powers. Yet.

Wu had gotten call about a shooting at Nick's house and took off, never expecting it to be Captain Renard. He had thought that when Renard had called and told him to meet him at that Lodge that he was already there or soon would be. He had gone from Nick's to the hospital and stayed there, along with most of the rest of squad, until the Captain was out of surgery with a prognosis of 'probably going to make it' and the nurses sent everyone not related to him home. He was taking a shower when the now black blob on his hand reminded him of Candy and before the day went to hell.

It was already after seven and she had probably given up on him, but after the day he'd had, the prospect of sitting at home alone was bleak. He put on a pair of jeans and a black sweater and headed out to the address he had memorized.

It turned out to be a small, quiet bar. Candy was sitting in a corner booth, surrounded by friends and the guy to her left had his arm across her shoulders. He almost left at that, thinking he had misread the signs that morning and not in the mood for anymore disappointment. But when Candy saw him, her face lit up, and she started trying to get out of the seat.

"Hey," she said, bounding over to him. "I didn't think you were going to show! How's your Captain?"

"How did you know about that?" he asked.

"Nick and Hank texted Rosie and Monroe after they lit out the ceremony," she replied. She hugged him. "Are you sure you feel like being here?"

"Nowhere else I want to be," he answered, hugging her back.

"Well, if you're sure, come meet my friends," she said, pulling over to the booth she had vacated by his hand. "Everyone, this is Drew. He's the cop I met at Rosie's wedding. Drew, this is Scott, Maria, Angela, Dean, and Randy. Scooch," she said to the last guy she had pointed at.

"I knew Rosalee was supposed to be some wild child, but I didn't think she was 'police at her wedding' wild," Randy said.

"Yeah, I said the same thing," she replied.

"Did you sing 'Magic Stick'?" Wu asked Candy. It was the only 'Lil Kim song title he knew.

She shook her head and laughed. "Stand By Me."

"What?" Dean asked. "Candy sang in public? How many words did you forget?"

"None thank you very much," she replied, sticking her tongue out at him.

"You're girl there can't sing in front of people," he said to Wu. "She clams up and forgets the words as soon as someone looks at her."

"Ignore Dean," she said. "He thinks he's going to be the next great white rapper."

"And Candy's going to be Hannah Montana," Dean shot back.

"Kiss my ass, Dean," she snapped.

"I'm going to get a drink. Do you want something?" Wu asked Candy.

"She doesn't drink," Dean replied.

Candy glared at him then smiled at Wu. "An apple cider, please."

As soon as he went up to the bar, Dean woged. "What are you doing, Candy? He's not one of us," he said.

She shrugged. "I know, but he's nice."

"He's kehrsheite."

"Yeah," she replied, woged. "And Rosie just married a Blutbad, so I'm thinking human is no big deal. I don't care if he's kehrsheite. Chill!" She shifted back and changed the subject as Wu came back. "So, listen to this, apparently DeEtta got smashed last night and ruined Rosalee's dress. She somehow ripped off a sleeve and spilled red wine down the front of it. Classic Dee."

"Oh my goodness! What did she wear?" Angela asked.

"Monroe's dad was a total rock star. The lady at the dress shop was all like, 'We don't open for an hour and anyway, I couldn't possible alter that dress this morning,' and then Mr. Bart said, 'How much does that dress costs?' and it was like $3000," Candy relayed her story. "And Mr. Bart told her, 'I'll give you $4000 for it if you'll open up right now and alter in an hour. That woman nearly tripped over herself to help Rosie after that."

"That's so sweet," Angela replied. "My dad wouldn't even do that for me."

"Yeah, and then like, when we got back to their house, DeEtta was just waking up," Candy said. "And she asked Monroe something like, 'I wasn't this stupid, was I?' and I was just waiting for him to totally bitch her out for ruining Rosalee's day and he was all cool. He told her, 'Rosalee hated that dress anyway'. Like I said, all cool. I think I like him."

"How long have you been a police officer?" Scott asked. "My dad is a cop in Fresno."

"Five years," Wu answered.

"Did you know that officer that got shot today?" Scott asked.

"We don't want to talk about that," Candy said, trying to change the subject.

"No, it's okay," Wu said. "He's my Captain."

"Oh, Dude, I'm sorry," Scott said. "Is he going to be okay?"

"It looks good," he answered.

"That's good, Man," Scott said. "My dad's greatest disappointment is that I didn't want to become a cop."

"That's funny," Wu cracked. "My dad's biggest disappointment was that I did want to become a cop."

The rest of the night passed quickly. Most of the conversation revolved around the group's classes which he wasn't that interested in, but Wu did like the way Candy had snuggled up to him and the way her hand had found its way into his. He didn't care for the way that guy, Dean, kept glaring at him, but had to laugh at the fact that the guy thought he could intimidate Wu into backing down. And the conversation had kept his mind off Renard and the decapitated FBI agent in Nick's house.

Finally Candy yawned. "Well, it's been a long day and I still have to have brunch with mom and Dee. I'm out," she said then looked at Wu. "Walk me home?"

"Sure," he nodded.

"Call me in a bit," Maria said as they left.

"So does your friend watch Lifetime, too?" he asked as they stepped outside.

"Huh?"

"She said to call her," he replied. "Presumably to make sure that I did take you home and didn't abduct you using my very realistic looking badge and police cruiser."

Candy laughed. "No, that's her rescue call. Scott likes her, but she doesn't want anything to do with him, so I have to call and insist she come over to my place in an hour. Sorry about that. I didn't invite them, but then after all that happened, I didn't think you were going to show up, so..."

"It's alright," he said. "I had a good time."

"There you go being all nice again. I'm really glad you did come though," she said. "I was already trying to figure out how to get your number out of Hank or Nick if you didn't."

"I think I can let you have it," he said.

She stopped in front of the Spice shop. She lived in Freddie's old apartment above it. "This is me."

"I think I've been here before," Wu said. "Something to do with Nick, but I don't remember what. Must not have been important. So," he changed the subject. "Can I see you tomorrow?"

"No, you can't," she answered seriously.

"Oh."

She smiled. "I have to see Mom and DeEtta off, and then I have to work. You can call me though. In fact, you should call me."

"I will."

They stood in front of the shop awkwardly for a moment.

"Do I get a goodnight kiss?" he asked.

Candy grinned and nodded. "I think you should."

"Good." Wu pulled her to him and kissed her for a long moment. "I'll call you tomorrow."

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