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.

Two days later, someone set a wolfangel on fire in front of Monroe and Rosalee's house. That night, Candy decided to move in with Drew, at least until this was over. She was packing a few things when Trubel came in her room and sat on the bed.

"Are you going to be okay here by yourself?" Candy asked.

Trubel looked uncomfortable. "I kinda wanted to talk to you about that."

"Okay," Candy replied, sitting down beside her. "What's up?"

"Well, Josh needs to go back to Philadelphia to take care of some of his dad's stuff," Trubel said. "I was thinking I would go with him. You know, because the verrat still thinks he's a Grimm and they're following him and I'm not really sure it's going to get any better once they figure out he was adopted," she finished in a rush.

"Wow." Candy said. "Are you coming back?"

Trubel nodded. "Of course I'm coming back. I mean, I just want to help him for a few weeks. But, I know its a bad time so if you want me to stay, I will."

Candy smiled. "No. I'm going to miss you, of course, but if you feel that you need to do this, then you should do this."

"Yeah, well, I feel kind of responsible for him," Trubel said.

Candy smiled and ducked her head.

"What?" Trubel asked.

"You like him," Candy laughed happily.

"No, I don't," Trubel argued half-heartedly. Then she looked down and Candy would have sworn that she blushed. "Do I?"

Candy shrugged. "Sounds like it to me." She hugged Trubel. "You're my best friend, you know that?"

"Yeah. Okay, I'm going to be all mushy for a moment and get it out the way. Don't you dare laugh," Trubel warned. "You're my best friend too. I've never had anything like that before. Thanks for letting me …, just be a girl sometimes."

"Aw," Candy said, hugging Trubel again. "Promise you'll be back?"

"Oh, yeah, like all the time," she replied. "You'll get sick of me."

After the Wolfsangel burning everything had quieted down for at least a week. Monroe and Rosalee were even getting ready to leave for their honeymoon the next day. Candy was sitting on the sofa, working on her laptop when Drew came home.

"Hey, Baby," she smiled but he didn't smile back. She put her computer aside and looked at him with concern.

He took off his duty belt and kevlar vest, dropping them both as though they weighed a hundred pounds. He sat down on the sofa beside her, laying his head back and lacing his fingers through hers.

"Want to talk about it?" she asked.

"One of my rookies was found dead this morning," he said.

"What happened?"

"I don't know," he replied. "Because there wasn't enough of him left to say what happened."

"Oh, honey," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry."

"I've been working with him all week," he continued. "I can't imagine him having any enemies. He hasn't even made a solo arrest yet. He's just this shy, quiet kid. He shouldn't have died like that."

"Was he wesen?"

"Nick said he had never seen him woge, but that he didn't spend a lot of time around him so maybe he just never saw it," he answered.

She nodded and kissed him. "Yeah, well, it's possible he never woged in front of Nick. I mean, it took like, all of three days after he arrested Monroe for almost all wesen in Portland to know there was a Grimm here."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Monroe's neighbor three doors down is a Renighan. He saw Nick tackle Monroe and spread the word from there." She hugged him. "Why don't you go take a shower while I fix dinner?"

"That sounds good," he said, kissing her.

Candy was just setting the plates on the table when both her phone and Drew's started ringing at nearly the same time.

"Hello?" She answered her phone concerned.

"Monroe is gone," Rosalee practically screamed. "They took him!"

"Who took him?"

"The Wesenrien."

"Oh, God," Candy cried. "I'll be right there."

"Nick is sending me to his house. Please go there," Rosalee sobbed.

"Okay, okay. I'm on my way." She ran to the bedroom. "They took Monroe," she told Drew. "I have to go see Rosalee."

"Yeah, definitely," he said. He went to grab his phone. "Nick's been calling me too." He called Nick back, listening to what he was saying before answering, "Yeah, I'll drop her off at your place, then head that way."

Drew grabbed his gun and badge then stopped.

"Candy, do you know how to use a gun?" he asked.

"Um..., kinda. Not really," she said. "Freddy had a revolver he kept in the shop. He made me fire it a few times in case I was ever there without him but I never hit anything, so he gave up."

"That'll have to do," he said. He wasn't sure why but he just had the feeling that they weren't going to reach Nick's house that night. He opened a closet and pulled out a lock box. It had two guns much like his service weapon in it with several magazines filled with bullets. He loaded one and handed it to her. "Here. It's ready. Just like a revolver, pull the trigger and it will fire. Don't stop pulling the trigger until whatever you are shooting at is down or you run out of bullets."

"Drew, I don't really need a gun," she protested. "I mean...," she woged.

"I know," he said. "But that puts you too close to someone who wants to hurt you for my comfort. Besides, what if its someone you can't handle?"

"Okay," she said. She put the holstered gun on her waist. "What are you expecting?"

"I don't know," he answered. "I'm just being prepared." He put the other gun in his belt and the magazines in his pocket. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she replied.

He pulled her close and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

His phone rang again. "We're leaving now," he said before stashing it in his pocket again. "Let's go."

That was the plan anyway.

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