In which the guys give up and make a call to a frazzled Fuchsbau...

Sean held Nick until the tears stopped, whispering affirmations in the Grimm's ear. He would be okay. It wasn't his fault. Sean and Monroe and Rosalee and Hank and Bud and Phoebe would help him. Nick burrowed into the Prince's arms, and finally understood the Fuchsbau impulse; here it was safe and warm. He felt surrounded by love... well, maybe not love, maybe not yet, but at least a strong affection. Affection... he'd been starved for it so long, he hardly knew how to deal with it but gorge, trying to take more. And Sean willingly gave until Nick stirred, feeling awkward, and pulled away. Sean cupped his cheeks and gently kissed his forehead, once again affirming everything would be okay. Nick sighed.

"But we still don't know where the hell Monroe got to..." Sean shrugged.

"Let's reconvene with Hank and Bud. I think we're just going to have to own up and call Rosalee." He took Nick's hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It'll all be okay." And somehow, Nick believed him.

XxXxX

When they got back to the hotel room, they found Bud and Hank trying to get the chair down from the chandelier.

"How the hell did we even do that?" Hank muttered as the two stood on two other chairs and gingerly attempted to pull the chair off the fragile-appearing crystal and bronze. The height difference between them made it particularly difficult.

"I wish I knew. I wish I knew a lot of things right now... what happened at the chapel?" Bud turned to Nick and Sean as they walked up.

"Well, good news is, Monroe didn't get married. Better news is, nobody did. The marriage certificate was apparently a joke." Bud nodded, looked from the Detective to the Captain, and shrugged. Nick realized he and Sean were still holding hands. Nick cleared his throat.

"Look, guys, we're going to have to suck it up and call Rosalee. She's gonna be pissed, but maybe she can help us find him..." he trailed off, noticing that the other men were staring at him. "What?" Bud and Hank got down from their chairs. Bud looked nervously from Sean to Hank before speaking.

"Look... Nick... it's just... well, you're the best man... and... ah... YOU volunteered to be the sober one... and it's kind of your job to keep an eye on the groom... and you're the Grimm after all... so... it's probably best if you call." Nick rolled his eyes.

"Really? You guys are gonna throw me under the bus like that to face an angry Fuchsbau, who's already stressed out of her mind?" The other three men nodded. "Thanks," he muttered, digging out Monroe's phone. He opened the contact list and noted silently how cute it was that Monroe had put a little icon of an engagement ring after her name. He pressed call, put the phone on speaker, and steeled himself. If he was going to have to hear her yell at him, the others would have to hear it, too.

"Mmmmm... hello?" Rosalee answered on the third ring. She sounded more relaxed than she had in months.

"Rosalee, it's Nick..." Rosalee giggled.

"Hi, Nick... mmmm... stop that..." Nick heard something that sounded oddly like kissing on the other end of the line.

"Am I interrupting something, Rosalee?" Nick asked, and felt his fear turning to anger as he continued to hear the strange sounds. It was one thing for Monroe to run off with a random girl, but he expected better of Rosalee!

"Mmmmm, you might be..." Nick felt his last nerve snap.

"ROSALEE! What the HELL are you doing? Monroe is missing, lost somewhere in Vegas or God knows where, and you're busy being a slutty bachelorette with some random fucking dude? And fucking Eric Renard is here, remember, the guy who had me turned into a fucking zombie? He wants to make something terrible happen to YOUR fiancé! You know, the guy you're MARRYING in two weeks? Whoever the fuck you're kissing, put them on the fucking phone right NOW, damnit!" The next voice Nick heard on the phone was the last one he expected.

"Dude, name-calling is totally unnecessary!" Monroe admonished his friend. "You ARE the world's biggest cockblock! Like, it must be one of your amazing Grimm powers or whatever. Calm down, dude! Jesus, didn't you read my text? And she's not a slut, she's a fucking lady... in more ways than one." Rosalee giggled and said 'Stop!' in the background.

"Anyway, this is the last time, I promise. I will call you when we're done, alright? Don't call us, we'll call you." Nick heard Rosalee murmur, "Oh! Bad boy! Down!" and the call ended. Nick stared at the phone in his hand.

"How the fuck did he get to Anaheim?" The other three men looked just as confused as he felt. Sean's mouth was hanging open, and Nick suddenly longed to kiss him now that he was sober... No, hold up, there are bigger fish to fry.

"So... he's with her... and they're going to have some... uh, alone time. Good for them!" Bud stuttered. "Well, I mean, I wish he'd told us sooner, but he told me that they haven't really been able to, um, engage in those kinds of, um, activities lately. He said that's part of why she's been so stressed... This may not be in your books, but it's generally known that female Fuchsbau need regular, ummm, outlets for their, uh, urges, or they get wound too tight, so to speak. He told me he wanted so badly to take her on vacation but they didn't have time. So Rosalee should be easier to deal with now... Not that she was ever really difficult to deal with..."

"Call DeEtta. See what she knows. Something doesn't make sense here..." Sean spoke up, stroking his jaw with his thumb. Nick dialed the older Calvert sister, who answered on the second ring.

"Monroe?"

"DeEtta! It's Nick!"

"Oh, hi, Nick! How's Disneyland?" The men shared confused looks.

"Wait... what?"

"Rosie told us you guys were going to Disneyland for Monroe's bachelor party. That must be a lot of fun! Please tell me you have pictures of Monroe in Mickey ears! I need to see them!"

"Umm... I'll get on that. Where did you girls end up?"

"We're in Vegas, baby! Whoo!" Nick heard a chorus of female voices echoing the 'Whoo'.

"Is Rosalee with you?"

"No! Poor thing wasn't feeling so good this morning! She kept moaning and making weird noises and wouldn't come out of her room; I think she may have food poisoning... It's so sad, she was so insistent on staying at the Bellagio. She's always wanted to come to Vegas... anyway, she stayed in today and told us to go ahead and enjoy the city..."

"Where are you staying at the Bellagio?"

"Ummm, 29th floor. One of the penthouse suites... Why, is something wrong?"

"Don't worry about it, DeEtta, enjoy the rest of your day."

"No problem! Say hi to Donald for me! He's my favorite!" Nick hung up and looked at the other men as he felt his face turn red.

"They're here. On the 29th floor." The other three men's mouths were hanging further open. Hank was the first to speak.

"You mean he's been here the entire damn time?"

"I guess so..."

"So, let me get this straight..." Sean began, "Rosalee told her bridesmaids that we were going to Disneyland, and Monroe told us they were going to Disneyland, but we're all actually here, in Vegas."

"Yeah. DeEtta said Rosalee insisted on staying here... And they're on this floor..." Nick suddenly remembered Monroe's little notebook where he was writing his vows. A heart with the letters 'RC' floated to the forefront of the memory, and Nick smacked his forehead as realization washed over him. "This Marcy or Darcy girl we've been looking for... it was RC. For Rosalee Calvert. The girl with the pink hair was Rosalee! That's why we acted like we knew her! That's why we would insist they got married right now! He didn't cheat! They planned this!" Hank started laughing, sinking to the floor.

"WOW. Damn, Monroe even plans his drunken booty-calls a month in advance! I love it! You know what? He's safe, he's gettin' some... I ain't even mad at the guy!" Hank started laughing harder, his relief evident in his face. Bud tried valiantly to contain his laughter, but soon he joined Hank on the floor, leaving Sean and Nick to stare at them. Sean cracked a smile as well.

"Well, Nick, you do have a tendency to barge in on them without warning... and they've been helping with a lot of cases lately, so I can see why they think you're..." he dissolved into a fit of giggles, "a COCKBLOCK!" He joined the other men rolling on the floor. Nick stared at them all. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to be downright furious. He was itching for a fight, hoping for a reason to hand Eric Renard his ass... But Monroe was safe, and he and Rosalee were engaging in some stress relief. The more Nick thought about it, the more he realized they were right. He remembered interrupted kisses, awkwardly rushed phone calls, showing up at their house to find them answering the door in various states of undress with sighs and rolled eyes. That explained their whispered mantra, "It's probably life or death, it's probably life or death," every time he was standing on their porch. Wow, he was oblivious... He was going to need to start giving them some more space. He started laughing as well, joining the other men on the floor. Sean sat up and wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulder, and Nick realized he felt warm and tingly all over.

"How about we go get some lunch?" Bud asked when they finished laughing.

XxXxX

As they were finishing up their lunch, Monroe's phone rang in Nick's pocket. The little icon next to Nick's name in Monroe's phone was a skull. Nick rolled his eyes and answered the phone.

"So, uh, we're done. For real. I'm going to head to the room now."

"No, umm, why don't we come get you? So we can say hi to Rosalee?"

"Nick, I think I can handle walking down a hallway by myself."

"Just... trust me and wait, okay? We'll come get you. You owe us that, at least."

"Umm, okay, but I really need a shower and a change of clothes... And I haven't eaten anything today except... umm... Well, nothing that's, you know, filling... OW! I didn't actually say it!"

"We'll be right there... and we'll bring you something."

Nick heard the kisses and giggling down the hall. He had a paper bag with a veggie wrap, a bag of chips, and a bottle of water in it. Sean, Hank, and Bud followed behind them. Sure enough, the girls' room was right next to the service closet where they had deposited Axel this morning. Hank sighed.

"So I guess it was them I heard knocking boots this morning? Man..." Nick knocked quietly, and Rosalee opened the door wearing a huge fluffy bathrobe, her hair completely unkempt. She looked happier than she had been in months, and she smiled widely.

"Hi! Sorry..."

"But not really," Monroe commented with an equally goofy grin, the tips of his ears red. He turned to her, leaning her against the doorframe with a gentle kiss."You should shower and try to catch up with DeEtta and the girls, see some sights. The roller coaster at New York-New York is really fun... I'm sorry I wasted so much of your weekend..."

"The minute being with you becomes a waste of my time, I will be sure to let you know... Besides, now I can actually enjoy myself... I think I'll be able to walk properly after I shower..."

"That's not my fault. I at least tried to be a gentleman... you didn't want me to be..." he bent down to kiss her again.

"Okay, random fucking dude," she said with a smile. Nick rolled his eyes.

"Okay, my slutty bachelorette."

"I'm not going to be allowed to forget that, am I?" Nick asked, rubbing his temple.

"Nope," the couple responded in unison before dissolving into giggles.

"Okay, one more, for real," Monroe mumbled against Rosalee's lips as she tried to subtly grab his ass and pull him closer.

"I'd say 'get a room', but you already did. Let's go, Loverboy," Sean muttered as he and Hank each grabbed Monroe by an arm and started pulling him down the hall.

"I love you!" Rosalee called after them.

"I know!" her fiancé yelled back. Rosalee giggled, waved, and went back into her suite. Monroe sighed, stupid smile on his face.

"Guys, I think I love her..."

"I'm glad you've come to this realization... considering you're marrying her... But we wanted to... umm... warn you about our room... It got a little... crazy..." Monroe cut Bud off.

"You mean the party got a little out of hand? No shit. As soon as you dragged Eric in, it was a bit of a ballroom blitz..." The men all stopped and stared, eyes wide.

"Wait, you remember?"

"Yeah... What? You guys don't?" They shook their heads as Sean opened the door. Monroe stepped inside, looked around, and took a deep breath in, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You guys are so lucky I am running on endorphins right now. Just promise me you idiots won't ever try absinthe again... Okay, let me take a shower, change, and eat, and I'll tell you what happened."