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A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.

Sergeant Wu was sitting in the patrol car wondering why he was there. Why had the Captain needed an escorted ride to a wedding, but hey, it must be nice to be the Captain. He sat in the patrol and ate his interrupted breakfast of donuts. He noticed the petite young woman burst out a side door of the lodge and stomp her feet and yell at the sky. He stepped out of the car.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, blushing as if she was embarrassed to be caught throwing such a fit. "It's just that my mom and my sister want me to sing at the reception and they both know that I hate being on stage. I should have just agreed to be a stupid bridesmaid instead of telling Rosalee that I'd rather be naked than wear that hideous dress she picked out." She blushed again. "I'm sorry. You didn't ask for all that. I'm fine. Or I will be."

"I'm Drew," he said, holding his hand out to her.

"Candy," she smiled, shaking his hand. "Candy Calvert."

"It's nice to meet you, Candy."

"You too. By the way, I'm not usually the weirdo stomping her feet and screaming in public. It's just my mom and DeEtta were driving me insane."

"Weddings do that," he replied. "You know, a cop car is a great place to escape." He motioned to his cruiser and grinned.

"Now there's a line I've never heard," she laughed. "How do I know you're really a cop and not some homicidal maniac trolling for victims?"

"In a police uniform?"

"Inspires trust," she shrugged. "Don't you watch Lifetime?"

"Fine," he conceited. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and showed her his work ID.

"Drew Wu," she read. "Your parents must have hated you."

"This from a girl named Candy," he retorted.

"Okay," she held up her hands in surrender. "I'll hide out with you for a while, Drew Wu. But I have to warn you, my mom will be fierce when she finds me and she'll see you as aiding and abetting."

"Moms love me," he replied confidently as he opened the car door for her.

"So, you can sing," he said as he slid into his seat.

"I hope so, or else my mom is putting out a shitload of money for me to get the wrong degree," she replied.

"You're in college?"

"Yep. I'm a fourth year music major at Portland State," she said.

"So how are you going to be a singer if you hate to be on stage?" he asked.

"You don't have to be onstage to be a singer," she replied.

"I would think to be a successful one, you'd have to be," he said.

"You can write music, make demos, sing back up, teach voice lessons," she replied. "Anything."

"Okay, I stand corrected," he said. "Donut?" He held the box out to her.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"Cops and donuts?" she replied.

"Whatever," he replied. "You want one or not?"

"Sure." She took one from the box and broke it in half before taking a bite.

"So if you're fourth year, then you're what? 22?" he asked.

"21," she replied. "Why?"

"Isn't your sister, like in her thirties?" he asked.

"Rosie is 33, DeEtta is 35, and Freddie was 40 when he died," she replied. "I'm an 'oops' baby."

"Me too," he replied. "Actually, with me it was probably more like an 'oh crap' baby."

Candy laughed.

"What are you going to sing?"

"I don't know," she said. "Probably something classic like 'Unchained Melody' though part of me wants bust out with something like 'Lil Kim to see my mom's head explode."

It was Wu's turn to laugh. "That'd be interesting."

"I wasn't aware that my sister and Clock Dude were so exciting that they'd need a police officer stationed outside their wedding," she said.

"My Captain is a guest," he replied. "I was just being an escort."

"Oh, so you're working," she said.

"Yep."

"Are you supposed to hit on random women when you are working?" she asked with a grin.

"I wasn't hitting on you," he replied, feigning innocence.

"I didn't say I minded," she replied, scooting closer to him.

He placed his hand over hers on the seat. Before anything inappropriate for duty could happen, an older woman came out of the lodging looking ready to explode.

"Candace Calvert!" she yelled.

"Crap," Candy said. "I guess I'm needed. You have a pen?"

She took the pen he handed her and scribbled something on his hand, then slid out of the car and hurried toward the lodge.

He looked at his hand expecting to see a phone number, but instead it was an address and a time.

315 Farrel Street

6:30

He knew it was crazy, but he also knew there was no way he wouldn't be there at 6:30.

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