In which Nick and Sean have a talk, and start to piece together what happened at the chapel.

Once Bud and Hank had found a taxi to take them to the detention center (with Rita's name in both Hank and Bud's phones), Nick and Sean started trudging toward the chapel in silence. Finally, Sean stopped and turned to Nick. The Captain was once more in charge of the situation.

"Okay, we have to have this conversation. May as well have it now. No bullshit, no tap-dancing around it, okay?" Nick nodded. "Are you, or have you ever been, attracted to me?" Nick lowered his eyes and nodded. "So you're bisexual?" Nick wanted to deny it, but he no longer could; denial was exhausting.

"Yes," he mumbled miserably. Sean gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Okay. So am I." He quirks an eyebrow. "Apparently so is Hank... Does explain a lot, though, getting married all those times... Now, I'm just going to put this all out there, so please don't interrupt. I find you attractive as well; you're a good man, hard worker, loyal, smart... And very good-looking, if I may say so. However, I acknowledge your long-term, pre-existing relationship with Juliette takes precedence. Especially given how much I've already messed that up for you. If you're happy with her, good; if you aren't, well, the attraction is mutual... Okay?"

"No..." Nick began. He wanted to tell Sean everything with Juliette was not okay; it hadn't been okay for a while. Sean sighed in exasperation, clearly misunderstanding Nick's meaning.

"It's who you are! You can't change that any more than you can change that you're a Grimm! You're in the company of someone willing to accept you, and not just because I want to get in your pants! And Hank said no judgement... I think Bud might be a little weirded out, but he likes you, and Monroe..."

"Monroe knows," Nick said quietly, "I got really drunk one night while we were living together and confessed I had a crush on him."

"How did he take it?"

"He told me he doesn't operate like that, and he loves Rosalee and I'm like his brother. I made him promise never to mention it."

"But he accepted it?" Nick nodded.

"He said if any guy ever treats me poorly, he'll kick his ass." Sean chuckled slightly.

"Yes, Monroe does take care of his pack, doesn't he? It's always good to have an Alpha Blutbad in your corner. I'd say the only person he'd be more willing to fight, kill, and die for is Rosalee, and even there, he feels he's indebted to you." Nick looked confused.

"What do you mean?" Sean rolled his eyes.

"He knows he wouldn't have met her if not for you. They both do. None of this," Sean waved around, clearly attempting to indicate the wedding celebration this trip was meant to be part of, "would have been possible without you. Why do you think they drop almost everything for you? Why do they let you drag them into crazy situations that could get them arrested or killed? Because they feel like they owe you. You led them both to the greatest love they've ever known. And Rosalee said that last part, like, verbatim, and when she starts talking in flowery language like that, you know it's a big deal." Nick smiled.

"Yeah, I guess. Rosalee is many things, but girly is not really high on that list, is it?"

"No. Okay, I think this is the place." They followed a brick path to a large, ivy-draped gazebo with chairs set up around it.

"Would you judge me if I said this is kinda nice?" Sean asked. Nick shook his head. A petite redhead came out of the main building and greeted them with a smile.

"Hi! I'm Donna! How may I help you?"

"Umm, well," Nick began, "last night, we were... kind of inebriated... and apparently dragged our friend here..."

"Are you Nick and Sean?" the girl asked, smiling, "Linda was telling me about you when I came in to relieve her. She said you guys were so cute, and I can't say I disagree!"

"Umm... Oh, okay... Can we talk to her?" Donna checked her watch.

"She works the overnight shift, so she might be asleep... We can try her..."

"Well, we need to see if we may have accidentally married our friend off..." The look on Donna's face changed.

"Oh, no! What's his name?" She led them inside and opened a sort of spreadsheet on her laptop. "This is where we keep track of our ceremonies. We have one for legal ceremonies, one for commitment ceremonies, and one for vow renewals." Donna searched for Monroe's name in all three databases. Nothing.

"Do you know the other person's name? The one you think he married?"

"No..."

"Do you know what time..."

"No..."

"Do you remember anything?"

"Ummmm, not really, no." Donna looked unphased.

"This happens often, doesn't it?" Sean asked. She nodded.

"Let's just say you're my first today, definitely won't be my last. Okay, well, we can put your timing at... 1:54 am." She turned the screen to them. A commitment ceremony for a Nicholas Burkhardt and a Sean Renard.

"So what does that mean?" Nick asked, his mouth dry.

"Well, gay marriage isn't legal in Nevada, but we honor all types of love here. So the commitment ceremony would be like a wedding, but without a marriage certificate or a legally binding contract."

"So why did I wake up with a signed marriage license this morning?" Nick asked. Sean stared at him.

"Why didn't you tell me that this morning?" The Royal asked, flustered. Nick shrugged.

"I panicked? Also explains this..." He wiggled his left ring finger and Sean paled, grabbing Nick's hand.

"SHIT! No wonder my brother is pissed!"

"What?" Nick asked as Sean pulled the ring off. Donna's calm façade dropped and she looked confused.

"This is my brother's... uh, family ring... See, it matches mine. When I knocked him out, I must have taken it. That's probably why he's mad."

"You know what? I'm gonna... I'm gonna call Linda, okay?" Donna said quietly, picking up a phone.