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 its been a really long time since I updated but I started watching Grimm again and got inspired to work on it some more.

***********Language warning******************

Drew, Candy, Trubel, and Josh were at the Blue Moon bar enjoying a rare peaceful evening. It had been a little over a month since Candy had been attacked and things had been mostly quiet since then. Dean had been sentenced to a year in prison but Wu knew he would never do that much time. The county lock up was overcrowded and Dean had a rich family and a good lawyer. He would probably do six month at most before he was released on good behavior. However, other than occasional nightmares and faded bruises, Candy was better so he wasn't going to worry about it until Dean was actually out.

"Hey, look," Corbyn Cook nudged his friend Jesse Acker. "Check out Sarge's girl."

"She's kind of hot," the third guy in their group, Anthony Newman said looking over. They were all rookie officers Wu had trained. "Wonder how a dork like him got a girl like that?"

"She's alright," Jesse said, taking a sip of his beer. "If you like Fuchsbau bitches."

"What?" Anthony scoffed. "How do you know that?"

"That Fuchsbau that married the Blutbad a few weeks ago," Jesse said. "That's her sister. My sister has a video of her singing at the wedding. It's the same girl."

"Wait," Corbyn said. "Sarge isn't..., is he?" He pointed between them.

"He's kehrsheite," Jesse confirmed.

"Do you think he knows what she is?" Tony asked.

"Why would he?" Jesse shrugged. "It's not like he can see her woge. Sick," he said, watching them kiss. He leaned towards the table. "Guys, we should have some fun tonight."

"With Sarge?" Corbyn questioned, nervously. "I mean, I'm all for some fun, but I need this job. Besides, it doesn't seem right if he doesn't know what she is."

"Not him," Jesse replied. "But the fox bitch is fair game. She knows what she is doing."

When Candy and Drew got home that night the phone in the shop was ringing. Candy answered it while Wu reset the door alarm.

"Spice and tea," she said, knowing that it wasn't unheard for one of Rosalee's patients to call late at night.

"Stay with your own kind, Fuchsbau."

"Who is this?" she demanded.

"Impuro! Stay with your own kind or we will skin you alive and make your kehrsheite watch!" the voice growled.

She slammed the phone down with a shudder.

"What's the matter?" Drew asked with concern.

She shook her head. "Just someone saying nasty stuff. Probably just a prank call."

When the phone rang again, Wu snatched it up. "The is Sergeant Wu with the Portland Police Department. Do not call this number again or we'll trace your number and arrest you for harassment."

The line went dead and he hung up the phone. "Let's go to bed," he said, kissing her. "Do you leave the light on for Trubel?"

"I do," she replied. "But she heavily implied that she was going to stay at Josh's hotel so I think we're on our own."

"Really?" Wu asked, raising one eyebrow. "Are they..,?"

"I'm not asking any questions yet," Candy laughed holding her hands up.

****Outside****

Corbyn dropped the phone in shock.

"What?" Jesse demanded.

"Wu answered. He said if we call that number again, he's going to run a trace on the line and have us picked up for harassment," he replied.

"Well, then we know one thing," Jesse said, leaning back and watching as the lights above the shop went out one by one.

"What's that?" Anthony asked, also watching the shadows in the windows.

"He's putting it to her, so if he knows what she is, that makes him as filthy as she is," Jesse explained. "And he'll get the same punishment. All Impuro must be cleansed."

"We don't know that's what's happening," Corbyn spoke up. He wasn't comfortable talking about Wu like that. Wu had always been fair and kind to him. He was a good guy.

"Well, they aren't making cookies in there," Tony laughed, woging into a stoat-like Wesen.

"Yeah but we don't know that he knows about our world," Corbyn argued.

"He's right," Jesse said to Anthony. "We need to find out before I talk to Charlie. We don't want to set the tribunal on him if he's innocent. Corbyn, you're riding with him this week aren't you?"

"Yeah," he replied, looking at his feet.

"Then feel him out. Try to get him to say what he knows," Jesse said. "If he doesn't know, then he'll be fine." He reached out and patted Corbyn on the shoulder. " Look, Sarge is probably fine. We'll be doing him a favor. She's a Fuchsbau. You know how those foxes are. She's probably just using him to cover some illegal shit she and her sister are doing in that shop."

"Yeah." Corbynwoged into hismauzhertz form and back again. He didn't want to make Jesse and Tony mad at him. He didn't have a lot of friends but he still didn't feel right about what they wanted him to do.

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