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. I know it has been a really long time since I updated but I started watching Grimm again and got inspired to work on it some more.
In his five years as police officer, Drew had worked too many assault cases to count. He had seen every type of assault imaginable and every type of victim. It never got any easier but for the victim to be someone he loved, well, it was a completely different world. How many times had he told a victim's loved ones not to take the law into their own hands? Not to make the problem worse by going after a suspect? He knew all that. He knew what he was supposed to be doing but now he also knew that burning desire to make sure that Dean Brauer never saw the light of day again. It was only that Candy was clinging to him that was keeping him from going to the precinct and doing just that. No one would even question why he was in lockup until it was done. He had convinced her to go the hospital to be checked out. The worst injuries was a concussion and a broken nose. They were going to keep her overnight for observation. Now he was standing in the hospital hallway waiting for the nurses to help Candy get settled in bed. Monroe and Rosalee were standing across the hall from him. Rosalee was on the phone with their mother and Monroe was unusually quiet.
"Yes, Mom. Yes, Mom. I will, Mom," Rosalee said exasperatedly. She hung up the phone and looked at Monroe. "She and Dee coming down in the morning."
"Good, good," Monroe nodded.
"Not good. DeEtta is insisting on coming with her. Candy and Dee have been at each other's throats since Christmas," Rosalee said. "She doesn't need that right now."
Drew knew that was because of him. When he'd met DeEtta, he had assumed that her instant dislike of him was because he was Filipino. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened but now he was pretty sure that it wasn't about what he was, but about what he wasn't.
"Maybe she's just concerned," Monroe replied.
"I like how you always see the best in everyone," Rosalee said.
"Hey guys," Nick said as he and Hank approached them. "Any word?"
"Broken nose, concussion, and a lot of cuts, bruises, and bites," Rosalee said. "Thank the Lord that Monroe had stopped by the shop when he did."
Monroe nodded solemnly, his eyes flashing red. "I've tangled with Klaustreichs before. All in all...," He shook his head.
"We're going to need to talk to Candy," Nick said. "Brauer is awake." He looked at Monroe. "No permanent damage done."
Monroe sighed a breath of relief. While he didn't regret what he had done, he was nevertheless relieved that he hadn't killed anyone.
"He's telling a different story than you did," Hank piped up.
"What?!" Drew spat. "How could that possibly be misinterpreted?"
"He copped to hitting her," Nick said, looking at him. "But he's holding to that everything else was consensual that 'got a little out of hand'."
"What?! No!" Drew exclaimed. "No one is buying that, are they? I'm going up there and talk to him myself."
Hank caught him by the shoulders. "No. The Captain made it very clear that you were to stay away from this. You won't even be allowed in the building tonight."
"That's bullshit!"
"Look just take tonight," Hank said, sympathetically. "Be here for Candy. We've got him for seventy-two hours regardless and she needs you more."
He nodded but his hands were still clenched in fists. "You better figure out how to keep him longer because if he gets out..."
"I hear you," Hank said. "We need to get Candy to tell her side."
When they were finally allowed in the room, Candy looked even worse. Both eyes were black, her lips were ragged and raw, her neck was bandaged, and her usually shiny red hair was dark and matted. She reached out for Drew, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hiding her face in his neck.
"Hey, I'm here," he said, softly. "I told you I'm not going anywhere."
"Candy, can you tell us what happened?" Nick asked, gently.
She shook her head.
"Hey," Drew pulled away from her and put his hand on her cheek, making her look up at him. "Just tell them what happened. We all love you and we all believe you, but they need to hear what you have to say, okay?"
She looked unconvinced.
"I'm right here," he said. "Nothing you say will change that."
She nodded and let go of him, holding tightly to his hand instead.
"Why were you with him?" Hank asked.
"He caught up with me when I was walking home from class," she said. "We were..., we were talking about school placements and just normal stuff."
"Is that all?" Nick asked.
She shook her head. "No. He.., he asked if we could go out again and when I refused, he got angry. He shoved me up against the wall and I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. He kept saying I didn't belong with a kehrsheite, talking about 'my own kind'. He called me a traitor."
"Impuro," Monroe whispered, the drawing of a wolfsangel he'd gotten in the mail bloomed into his mind. He hadn't thought anything of it at first. Just some ignorant bigot trying to scare him. No one believed in that Wesenrien stuff anymore. They hadn't for generations, but if someone was actually feeding this crap to young boys, it was worth looking into. It didn't quite make sense though. A klaustreich who believed in blood purity wouldn't have wanted to be with a Fuchsbau. Unless it was just a dumb kid who was using the garbage he was being fed to justify his actions for the girl he wanted.
"I think that's enough," Nick said, bringing Monroe out of his thoughts. "Get some rest, okay?"
Drew was sitting beside Candy's bed, looking through his phone. The nurse had given Candy a sedative after Nick and Hank had left. It hadn't taken long for it to take effect. She'd been out for hours. Monroe had taken Rosalee home earlier after Wu had sworn he would call her the second Candy was awake. That just left him. He was glad because it made him feel like he needed to stay when all he wanted to do was go to the station and take care of the problem for good.
"My father told me I shouldn't mess with Klaustreichs." Candy's voice was soft and dreamy like someone on medicine.
"What, Baby?" he asked, looking at her.
"He said I shouldn't date a Klaustreich. He said they were bad news. They were mean. He said I wouldn't be able to handle him if he got angry." She reached out her hand to him. "We got into a big fight about it. I never got to tell him he was right and I was sorry."
"Your dad?" Drew asked. "You said your dad died when you were twelve. Were you dating Dean when you were twelve?"
She shook her head, then placed one hand against her forehead like it had hurt to shake her head. "Not Daddy. Freddy."
"Oh, your brother," he said.
"No. Freddy was my father," she said, still sounding as though she wasn't fully awake. That she kept closing her eyes between sentences further supported that. "I'm not supposed to know. Don't tell anyone."
"I think your dreaming, Baby," he said, kissing her forehead. "Go back to sleep. We can talk about this later."
"Okay," she replied, falling silent for a few minutes. "Drew?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you love me."
He smiled. "I do." He kissed her hand. "Now go back to sleep."
Nick and Hank had Dean in interrogation when Drew got to the precinct the next morning. He walked up the observation window where Renard was watching.
"How's Miss Calvert?" Renard asked.
"She'll be fine," Wu answered.
"Good." He turned back to the window. "Do you think you can stay calm while watching this?"
Drew nodded.
"If you're sure," Renard answered, turning on the speaker to the room.
"Man, I don't know what that bitch told you, but she wanted it." Dean was saying.
"She wanted you to break her nose?" Hank asked sarcastically.
"Look, Dude, I told you I hit her. I shouldn't have done that. I know," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "She's my girl. She likes to push my buttons. I didn't mean to hit her that hard. That's just what we do. We fight, we make up. I just got a little carried away."
"You're saying she fought with you, you broke her nose, and she wanted to 'make up' in the alleyway while her nose was still bleeding?" Nick asked.
Dean shrugged. "She's one of those girls, you know? She likes all that."
"Get him out of my sight," Hank snapped to Officer Acker who had brought Dean up from lock up.
Acker pulled him to his feet and led him out the door with Nick and Hank close behind him.
When Dean saw Drew, he smirked. "What're you going to do about it, kehrsheite?" Then he spit on him. He never saw it coming. Drew's fist shot out, catching him in the nose and sending him sprawling to the floor.
"You can't do that," Dean sputtered, holding his bleeding nose. "You're a cop! You can't do that! He can't do that!"
"You can't spit on a police officer," Nick explained. "It's an assault and he can defend himself so shut up already."
Drew leaned down close to him. "You know," he whispered. "Candy told me Klaustreichs were mean, but she didn't say they were stupid as well. Is that just a personal trait?" He stood up, wiped the spit off his shirt with a napkin, then handed it to Hank. "I think this DNA will match that was collected yesterday."
"I think you're right," Hank smiled. "Take him to his cell."
Please R and R.