Disclaimer: Grimm is owned by NBC.

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

A/N 2: I am using some of the Wesen baddies seen in the series but not in the same timeline as the show portrays. I hope no one minds.

"Candy, I don't know if you are in class, or at work, or if you are just ignoring me, but please just call me when you get this." Wu ended the call and was putting his phone away when the text alert sounded. He pulled his phone back up, hoping that it would be from Candy but it was just Hank. He replied to the message, checked again to see if Candy had called or texted even though he knew it was irrational, then tossed his phone up on the dashboard of his cruiser as Franco slid back into the passenger seat.

"Still not answering?" Franco asked sympathetically.

Wu shook his head. It had been two days since their argument about Trubel and Candy hadn't answered her phone or texts in that time.

"Well, here, have some coffee," the older man said. "It won't help, but it will keep you awake to worry about it."

"Leave it to you to look at the bright side," Wu said with a smirk.

"I'll tell you what you do. When we get off in a few hours, go see her," Franco said. "Nothing beats a face to face apology. Take it from an old hand at apologizing to a woman."

"Maybe." Before Wu could respond further, they got a call that would keep them busy most of the afternoon.

"So, let me get this straight," Rosalee said, "you are mad at Drew for calling wesen 'things' but yet, you refuse to tell him why that is wrong?"

"I don't refuse," Candy replied. "I'm just not ready."

"Well, I hate to be the voice of reason here, but doesn't that seem a little unreasonable to you?" Rosalee asked.

She shrugged. "Maybe." She chewed on her fingernail. "Okay, look, it's not like I don't want to tell him. I don't know how to tell him. I mean, how do I tell him that not only do these creepy monsters exist, but I am one of them?!"

"You know that's not true," Rosalee replied. "It's time, Candy. You either need to tell him or break up with him. It's not fair to either one of you to keep it hidden."

"Yeah, I know," Candy rolled her eyes. She picked up her phone and texted.

"Are you still talking to me?"

"You weren't talking to me."

"Yeah. I was being a butthead.

I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

"Well, you did admit to

Being a butthead, and

I do love you, so…"

"Wanna come over?"

"At work."

"After?"

"9 pm"

"See you then."

At midnight, Candy's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Candy, it's Hank Griffin."

"Hey, Hank, what's up?" she asked confused.

"Is Wu with you?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "And the fact that it's you calling means that, yeah, he stood me up."

"Um.., Nick kinda of told him the truth," Hank said. "And he didn't take it too well. I just hoped he was with you."

"Yeah, well, if he knows now, I doubt here would have been his first stop," she sighed. "The ironic thing is, that's exactly the conversation I planned on having with him tonight."

"Somehow I think that might have went better than seeing the Chupacabra up close and personal," Hank said.

"Really?!" Candy exclaimed. "Geez. This just gets better and better. Don't worry, Hank. I'll find him."

"Keep me updated."

Candy been to or called everywhere and everyone she could think of but no one had seen Drew. She was about to give up when her phone rang again. This time it was a number she didn't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Miss Calvert?" the voice asked.

"Yes."

"This is Sean Renard," he replied. "I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of copying your number from Wu's phone. I know we haven't met, but I need a favor."

"Um.., Okay?" Candy said, wondering why Drew's boss was calling her.

"Listen, Drew got himself into some trouble tonight," Sean said.

"What do mean?" she asked alarmed.

"Well, he got besoffen for starts, then he broke a mirror and got into a bar fight with three other men," Renard said.

"That's crazy," Candy said with disbelief.

"Be that as it may, my sergeant is now sitting in the drunk tank and after the night he's had, I'm certain that is not the best place for him," he said.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Candy replied.

"Come bail him out," Sean answered. "He's too drunk to bail himself out and it can't appear that I did it. I'll put up the money, I just need you to be the one to take it in and sign the forms. Then make sure he gets home and sleeps it off without any more incidents."

"Yes, sir," Candy said. "I'll be right there."

"Thank you, Miss Calvert."

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. More to come soon.