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.

"He's alive," Franco said with a sigh of relief. "He's breathing."

"Drew. Drew! Damn it!" Renard swore. "Come on, wake up." He tried to bring him around.

Drew opened his eyes, blinking against the streetlights. It felt like someone had hit him with a baseball bat. "Candy!" He sat up quickly, then grabbed his head in pain. "They took Candy." He tried to get to his feet.

"Whoa, easy," Renard said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You probably have a concussion."

"Do you think it was the same people that took Monroe?" Nick asked.

"Yes."

"Someone kidnapped Candy and her brother-in-law in the same night?" Franco asked confused. "Does someone have something against her family?"

Nick looked at him, stricken. He'd actually forgotten that the older man was there.

"Um...,"

"Probably," Renard answered.

"Her brother was selling some not quite legal stuff out of that shop her family owns," Nick supplied, hoping Franco would assume that he was talking about some type of drugs.

"Not all of his customers know he's dead," Wu spoke up. "Maybe one of his suppliers doesn't know either." He felt slightly guilty that they were sending Franco on the kind of wild goose chases Nick and Hank used to send him on. "They attacked us just... so suddenly."

"All this? Over a drug deal gone bad?" Franco sounded skeptical.

"You know dealers like to get paid," Hank said.

"I guess," Franco replied, his mind needing a reason he could comprehend. "We need to get you to a hospital."

"No, I need...," Wu started.

"To go to the hospital," Renard interrupted. "You won't do anyone any good if you pass out again."

"We'll keep you informed," Hank promised as the ambulance pulled up.

Monroe held Candy's hand all night but he wasn't sure if that was for her sake or his, because while he know knew that Rosalee was safe, he also knew the anguish Candy was going through and he needed to something for his own sanity, even if it was only keeping Candy from making that break.

By morning they had a new guard. One that made Candy recoil in terror. She kicked her way into a sitting position and tried to pull her hands out of the cuffs as he approached her.

"Candy, stop." He whispered. "Do you want Charlie to come back?" He looked around nervously. "Or my dad? I'm not going to hurt you but they will."

"Leave her alone," Monroe demanded.

"Shut up, Blutbad," Dean snapped.

"How are you here?" Candy asked. "You're supposed to be in jail."

"My dad got me a work release. I went to work one day and never went back," he said. He pulled a bottle of water out of his jacket. He opened it and held it to her lips but she jerked her head away and looked at it warily.

"It's just water," he replied, but she still refused. "Look, Candy, you are chained to bars. You can't even stand up. Do you think if I wanted to hurt you that I'd use water to do it? Here, look." He took a drink of it. "It's just water!"

Candy looked at Monroe who shrugged. The water hadn't hurt Dean. She drank gratefully. "Give the rest to him," she motioned to Monroe.

"Yeah, of course," Dean replied, passing it through the bars to Monroe.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked.

"Because what they're doing isn't right," Dean said.

"Says the man who tried to rape me because I chose a kehrsheite over him," Candy shot back. He was crazy if he thought one drink of water was going to change her feelings towards him.

"I'm sorry," he said seemingly sincerely. "I wasn't thinking right then." He held his hands. "I didn't want to hurt you. You just made me so mad. And my dad was in getting in my head..., I told you not to make me hurt you. But I'm okay now."

"Dude, do you hear yourself?" Monroe asked, incredulously. "Do you have some sort of abuser's guidebook you memorized that out of?"

"Shut up, Blutbad," he snapped again.

"Yeah, you've really changed," Candy scoffed.

"Damn it, Candy! I'm trying to make it right before..," Dean swore running his hands through his hair. "I just don't get why him and not me. We were together for two years and you still wouldn't sleep with me. You barely know him."

Candy looked at him with disgust. "Is that why I'm here? Because I wouldn't sleep with you?" She closed her eyes before looking at him again. "You want to make it right then let us go," she demanded.

"I can't do that," he countered. "My dad would kill me."

"So you think a bottle of water will make things cool between us before they kill me," Candy had to laugh at the absurdity of it. She narrowed her eyes to slits. "You really want to know why I slept with Drew and would never sleep with you? It's because he's not a coward." She knew declarations of love would mean nothing to Dean but power did. "He died trying to protect me. You are just a sniveling little angsthase."

At that Dean stood up and kicked her hard in the ribs. "Yeah, well, what good is it doing him now?" He stomped back to his seat, took out his phone, and turned his back on them. "See when I'm nice to you again," he muttered.

"A scared cat?" Monroe whispered with a smirk.

"Yeah, well," Candy grinned back. „If I'm going to die anyway, I might as well say what I want."

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