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.

"Hey, were you with Candy last night?" Nick asked Wu when he got to work the next morning.

Wu nodded.

"Let's take a walk," Nick said, motioning to Hank to follow them outside.

"What's up?" Wu asked. He knew it had to be something to do with wesen that they couldn't talk about inside.

"Did anything unusual happen?" Hank asked.

Wu shook his head and shrugged. "Not really. The shop got a prank call but I answered the second time and they didn't call back."

"What did they say the first time?" Nick asked.

"I don't know," he replied. "Candy answered it. She didn't say."

"Was she upset?"

"She did look a little unnerved," he said. "But not really upset."

"Can you call her and find out what they said?"

"Sure," he said. "Why?"
"Well, someone threw a brick through Monroe and Rosalee's window last night," Nick said. "It had a wolfsangel on it."

"What's that?" Wu asked.

"Its something people used to use to catch wolves," Nick explained. "It's used as a symbol by a wesen hate group though. From what Monroe says, this group doesn't like wesens who are in relationships outside their bloodlines."

"Those exist?" Wu asked.

"Apparently," Hank replied.

"Well, they sound lovely," Wu said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Candy's number.

"Hey, Honey," she said when she picked up.

"Hey, Baby, listen. Nick and Hank are with me. They wanted to know about that prank call you got last night. You're on speakerphone," Wu said.

"Just some stupid jerks," Candy said, dismissively. "They haven't called back."

"Someone threw a brick threw Monroe and Rosalee's window last night," Nick said, cutting to the point. "We were just wondering if they were related. The brick had a wolfsangel on it."

"No!" Candy cried. "Um.., okay, maybe they are. It was a deep voice. They said, 'Stay with your own kind, Fuchsbau.' Then they said, 'Impuro! Stay with your own kind or we will skin you alive and make your kehrsheite watch.' Do you think this is Wesenrien?"

"Monroe does," Nick replied.

"That's not good," Candy said. "Freddy told me about them. You do not want to mess with them but no one has believed in that in years. Just a few isolated bigots. I mean, that's like my grandparent's generation or older."

"Sounds like it's getting a new life," Nick said. "Where are you?"

"I'm about to go in my class," she said.

"Where's Trubel?" Nick asked.

"I don't know," Candy said. "She wasn't home when I left."

"Okay," he said. "Thanks." He and Hank went back inside.

Drew took her off speakerphone and put it to his ear. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she replied. "It's just.., this is crazy. What's going on lately?"

"I don't know," he replied. "Call me when you get out of class."

"Okay," she agreed. "Love you."

"Love you too," he replied before hanging up. He walked back in the precinct. Suddenly realizing something, he went straight to Nick's desk.

"Someone was watching us last night," he said. "Or at least, someone was watching the spice shop."

"Why do you say that?" Nick asked.

"The phone started ringing just as we walked in the back. Two minutes earlier and we wouldn't have been there," he said. "Last night I thought it was just a coincidence, but knowing what we know now, I don't think we should assume anything is a coincidence."

"Me either," Hank agreed.

"Yeah," Nick agreed. "We need to let Monroe know."

"You know you have a rookie shaped shadow following you around, don't you?" Hank asked motioning behind Wu's shoulder.

He looked back to see Corbyn standing by the wall behind his desk, looking nervous. "Oh yeah," he replied. "I get the fun of training him again this week."

"How many times are you going to train him?" Hank scoffed.

"Until it sticks or the Captain fires him," Wu answered. "See you." He walked over to his desk and picked up his jacket. "Come on, Cook." He went towards the garage with Corbyn following slowly.

Corbyn was freaking out. He couldn't talk to Wu. He'd barely said anything more than 'Yes,sir, no, sir, and sorry, sir' in all the months Wu had been working with him. He had to mentally prepare himself to even ask a question about procedure and Jesse expected him to be able to ask if Wu knew about Wesens? How could he possibly ask him a question about his girlfriend?
"Stop that red Nissan up ahead," Wu instructed him, bringing him out of his thought.

He turned on the lights and pulled up behind the car and followed it into the parking lot of a service station.

"Do you know why I told you to stop this car?" Wu asked.

Corbyn panicked. He hadn't been paying attention. He didn't know why he'd been told to make the stop.

Wu was staring at him, expecting an answer. Finally, Wu sighed and looked out his window before looking at Corbyn again.

"Look at the car, Cook. What do you see?"

"The tag's expired?" he guessed. Well, it really wasn't a guess. The tag was expired, but he bet that wasn't what Wu had seen.

"I didn't see the tag from three cars back," Wu said. "Try again."

"The inspection?" he guessed again.

"Again, not something I could see from that far away," Wu said. "Stop guessing and look at what's in front of you."

Corbyn stopped and really looked at the car, trying not to think of anything else. "That kid isn't in a car seat!"

"Right," Wu said. "Now make the stop."

"Yes, sir." He grabbed his ticket book and started to step out of the car, but seeing the look on Wu's face he realized that he had done something else wrong.

"Call it in," Wu directed. "Always call it in."

"Yes, sir." He sat back down and quickly relayed the information to the dispatcher. This time when he got out of the car, Wu did the same. Fortunately, the rest of the stop went fine, giving the driver a ticket for unrestrained child passenger and a warning on the tag.

"Look," Wu said. "I know you think I'm being a hardass about this, but you have to call every stop you make every time. No exceptions. If something goes bad and you didn't call in, we have no idea where you. I don't want to have to go tell your family that you're dead because we couldn't find you."

"Yes, sir," Corbyn said.

"Let's go," Wu said. After a few minutes of driving, he said, "Did I see you out with Acker and Newman last night?"

"Um.. yeah," Corbyn replied, getting nervous. Had Wu already tracked Newman's phone?

"I didn't know you were friends."

"Well, we were at the academy together," he answered.

"Yeah, I guess so," Wu replied. "I'm going to tell you something that I probably shouldn't. I think you'll be a good officer, but you can't be that if you are hanging out with guys like Acker and Newman."

"Why?"

Wu sighed. "Look, this is a good job for the right people. But, like anything that wields just a little bit of power, it can attract the wrong people. I've seen plenty in my time already. People I never thought would be corrupt, hiding behind their badges to do despicable stuff. You don't want to fall in with those type of officers."

"No sir, I won't," Cook replied.

"Well, see, that's the thing. You have to stay sharp and learn to judge people's character," Wu said. "It'll be a lot of little things that you don't feel right about. Covering for things you know aren't right, doing things that are too far on the wrong side of that gray area, but doing them anyway. You may never get blood on your hands, but one day you'll look up and realize that you are just as bad as they are."

"You think Acker and Newman are corrupt?" Cook asked timidly.

Wu shook his head. "No. But I know that anyone can cross that line if they don't watch the company they keep. I mean, I used to be a drug dealer for a gang selling ecstasy and coke to college kids, so I know all too well how easy it is to just go along when you think that people care about you."

"You were a drug dealer?" Cook looked scandalized. "Does the Captain know?" he whispered.

Wu chuckled. "Who do you think arrested me?" He didn't mention that the Captain was also the one who told him to have this talk with Corbyn.

"You really think I can be a good officer?"

Wu nodded. "If you stop trying to be super cop and just focus on being a good one, you'll do well."

"Thanks, Sergeant," Corbyn said, determined now to go back to Jesse and break his ties with the Wesenrien.

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