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Fi paid for the last minutes alterations, thanked the attendant, and headed out with her dress. She had managed to put on a little weight- since she had started training with Dorian he had been adamant about how much she ate- and the dress had become a little tight. Fortunately, the dress had previously been taking in so it was easy enough to let it out, which was good considering the wedding was the next day. She smiled at Dorian's impatient expression as she followed him to the car to drop off her dress.

"You could have gone with guys, one afternoon on my own wouldn't kill me," she pointed out- they were gathering bachelor party supplies, for the poker night they were having at her place.

Jack hadn't wanted anything major, and Clue- the best man- had settled on the idea of an at home poker night a while ago. They were having it at her place because the guys wanted Dorian to be there. She felt bad for inconveniencing them but Clue had insisted it didn't matter where they did it and her place was awesome so no one would complain. Even still, as an apology, she had purchased a large poker table, which they had set up in the middle of the living room that morning- they needed to have access to sports while they were playing- and told Clue to put the alcohol on her card, which he readily agreed to. The girls had had their bachelorette party the day before, opting for a spa day. Dorian hadn't liked it much but after doing a thorough background check of the place, informing her he'd be spending the day in the car in the parking lot, that he expected a call every hour, and that if anything felt even the slightest bit off she had better call him, he had finally agreed she could go. Mostly though, she thought he agreed because he knew she would have found a way to go regardless.

"Actually, love, until we find out who put a hit on you, one afternoon alone could kill you," he replied, disapprovingly.

Fi sighed, knowing that arguing would get her no where. She paused and looked at her hair in the mirror, twirling a few strands around her finger, frowning.

"Do you not like it?" he asked, coming up behind her, resting his hands on her waist.

"I don't know yet. I sent Gabe a picture, she likes it and that's what matters," she sighed, dropping her hand. "We should go find the guys."

Fi had wanded to do something different with her hair for a while, so she had talked it over with Gabe, even offering to return to her natural brown for the wedding. To her relief, her sister-in-law was horrified by the idea. She had asked Fi to be in her wedding, Gabe insisted, because she liked Fi, her spunkiness especially. She'd also insisted that if Fi offered to remove her piercings for the wedding one more time she'd hit her. She wanted Fi, crazy hair, piercings, and all. Fi really liked Gabe and was happy Jack had her in his life. The two had spent a while discussing options, Gabe had suggested she die her hair white and add dark blue highlights. Fi had fallen in love with the idea and gotten it done this morning. She liked it, she just didn't know if she liked it more than her all blue hair.

"There you guys are," called Clue. "Man, Fi, love there hair."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's like, wicked cool," he assured her.

"It was Gabe's idea," she smiled.

"Really? That's hard to believe," commented Ned.

"I know right," she laughed.

"So, you done with your errands Fi?" asked Carey.

"Yeah, you guys?"

"We've got to go to the liquor store still," said Ned, "but we're going to the one a few blocks from here. They've got a better selection, and they'll deliver it, since the car's already pretty full."

"Sounds good to me," she said, following after Ned, smiling when Dorian quickly caught up and wrapped his arm firmly around her- the store they were heading to, was not in the best part of town.

"Bro," whispered Clu, letting Ned, Fi, and Dorian, get a bit ahead, "why didn't you say anything about her hair?"

"You and dad said enough," he shrugged.

"Dude, you've been crushing on her since she came home and haven't done anything," Clue lectured, mindful to keep his voice low, "and you know that compliments are the best way to a chick's heart."

"Yeah, well, I think Fi's heart is already taken," he said, dejectedly.

"Don't give up yet, man," Clue encouraged, glancing up to make sure the others were far enough ahead not to overhear. "I mean yeah, her and Dorian had a thing but had as in past tense, bro. They're just friends now."

"They don't act like 'just friends'," Carey pointed out, wanting the conversation to end, wanting to be the one who had his arm around Fi.

"Old habits man, it doesn't mean anything," insisted Clue.

"It just… doesn't feel right, you know?"

"I don't know bro, I still think you should go for it," he whispered.

"Guys, hurry up," called Ned.

"We're coming dad," called Carey. Then more quietly, "Drop it, okay."

"Okay, okay," said Clue, holding his hands up.

The group had turned onto another block that led to the poorer area of downtown, most of the businesses were closed. Dorian tightened his hold on Fi, glancing wherever he thought someone might hide. If he'd realized it was such a bad area, he'd have insisted they drive. Fi squeezed his hand, trying to let him know she thought he was being paranoid and needed to relax. He'd relax when they found and stopped whoever was trying to have her killed, until then he reserved the right to be paranoid. He glanced at an alley entrance and noticed an odd shadow. There was only one place for it to be coming from and there was no reason for a person to be up there. He started to look up when he heard the sound of a gun cocking.

"Get down!" he yelled.

He tackled Fi, the sound of a bullet hitting concrete echoing around them as they hit the ground and rolled into the street. He kept Fi held down with one hand and used the other to push himself up enough to see the building roof. The shooter wasn't bothering to try for a second shot, but was instead racing to the fire escape.

Fi's head was ringing, her body jarred from being tackled and then connecting painfully hard with the concrete. Even so, she had heard the bullet. She prayed everyone else was alright and tried to gather her thoughts. Dorian didn't give her the chance. She had only been on the ground a moment when Dorian hauled her up, half carrying, half dragging her back towards the side walk. Distantly, her mind heard the sound of metal clanging against metal.

"Watch her," she heard Dorian grunt and then found herself shoved forward, someone elses arms wrapping around her, supporting her.

"Fi, are you alright?" asked Ned.

She looked up to see his scared face and realized he was who Dorian had tossed her to, "I'm fine-"

"Thank God," he interrupted, pulling her into one of his famous bear hugs, with no intention of letting her go anytime soon.

"God Fi," said Carey, his voice strained, "that bullet hit right where you were standing."

"I'm fine," she insisted, Ned just tightened his hold on her. "Was anyone else hurt?"

"No, we're all fine. The guy was after you Fi. Should we, like, call the police?" said Clue.

"No, let Dorian handle it," ordered Fi, a surprising tone of authority to her voice.

The others nodded, not really liking the idea, but too frightened to argue. The group stood in silence, Ned still holding Fi in a death grip, Carey and Clue squeezing her shoulder every so often as if to reassure themselves she was there and alright. Fi, to her relief, had managed to gather her thoughts and force herself into a facade of calm control. It wasn't the first time she had been shot at and at least this time the person had missed her. Finally, Dorian reemerged from the alley way. He made a straight line to Fi and pulled her from Ned.

"Are you okay? He didn't hit you?" he demanded, cupping her face.

"I'm fine, Dorian," she said, her voice soothing- she could see the panic and rage warring in him.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern and fear in his voice.

"I told you Dorie, I'm fine," she insisted, though in truth she was a little banged up.

"Fiona," he said sharply.

"Baby, relax please," she pressed. "I'm going to have a few bruises but I'll live. All in all, it could have been worse."

Dorian studied her a moment more before pulling her into his arms, "Thank God! Did you call the police, love?"

"No, I figured you'd want to go through the company," she said, attempting to pull away from him and failing.

She suppressed a sigh, she was fine. However, like with Ned, Dorian wasn't holding her for her sake but for his own, so she didn't press it.

"Good, I've already spoken to Will. They'll have people here in ten minutes. We should get going."

"Wait, like won't they want to talk to us?" asked Clue, confused by how they were going about this.

"No, at least, not for a little while. We'll probably hear from them in a couple of days," he lied, keeping Fi firmly against him with one arm as he lead them away.

"Did you catch the guy?" asked Carey sharply before Clue could protest his confusion anymore.

"No, he got away," said Dorian, his tone catching Fi's attention.

"Dorie?"

"Later," he whispered so only she could hear, squeezing her shoulder.

"We should go to Molly's place after this," said Ned, his voice tight.

"Why? I thought you all wanted to set up," Fi pointed out.

"Fi, it wouldn't be fair to the others to tell them over the phone," explained Carey.

"We aren't telling the others anything," said Fi, the tone of authority returned.

"Fi, they, like, gottta know," insisted Clue.

"No, they do not. I'm fine. No one is hurt. The company is heading the investigation. All telling them will do is cause panic and distract everyone during the wedding. I am not ruining Jack and Gabe's wedding day. If you don't want to keep it a secret I won't ask you to, but I do expect everyone to wait until after Jack and Gabe leave for their honeymoon," explained Fi, brooking no room for argument- it also helped that she was magically persuading them. "Ned, I understand if you don't want to keep it from Irene as long as she understands I don't want anything said for a while yet."

The others were surprised by the sharpness and authority with which she gave the orders. Will had said she was a cutthroat businesswoman but they'd had a hard time viewing Fi that way. Suddenly it wasn't so difficult.

Fi was relieved when the others didn't press the issue, though the tension coming off them was palatable. Closing her eyes, and trusting Dorian to prevent her from crashing into anything, Fi did her best to soothe them. They didn't deserve the stress that came with her life and she didn't need Jack suspecting something was wrong. By the time they'd reached the liquor store, the guys were laughing and joking again.