Warning: This is indeed a creation from Truly Black Blood, so sorry if it's dreadful, I never said it would be great, but hey just enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm just a fan, that's why it's called Fanfiction smarty pants, I don't claim rights to any of the characters except Alyx who is my OC.

Kenzi stomped back into The Dal Riata after leaving Bo to 'talk' with Dyson… Who knows where that ended.

Sitting at a small worn down wooden table at the back of the bar Trick bought over a glass of coke and left it silently. Ice clinking together as if they were having a celebration of their own. If only.

"If only. I mean what if? No that couldn't be" Kenzi muttered to herself.

Eyes dancing over images playing and replaying over her mind. She would have to clear things up with Bo when she got back. IF she got back. Who really knew?

"So listen, I've been talking to Hale and I really think Bo should look over this file, something suspicious is going on, and with all the new fae, I'm starting to feel really uneasy", Trick half accused to the floor.

"So what? Do I look like Bo's secretary? Hand the damn file to her yourself when you see her."

"Kenzi, look I…"

"You what? Tell Hale to come and talk to me if he even has the time anymore. Not that he will… I guess priorities change huh?" Kenzi spat the words, deep and sharp, throwing the file back onto the table and stumbling out of the bar mumbling to herself.

"If what? Do I even? Forget it, no… If only."

Trick lent his arm on the seat of the chair and sighed to himself. Both Bo and Kenzi had been acting really strange recently and if he, or anyone lost connection with both of them who knows what would happen to the fae world. I guess Dyson was all that was left, and his attempts had been nothing short of pathetic. So what if you love(d) Bo? At the end of the day she is oblivious and quite frankly bigger things are at stake here.

Back at the Police Station, Dyson was still talking to Bo about Alyx. Something about her wasn't quite right. She was perfect, just not that perfect. Alyx's long auburn hair hung ever so menacingly over her shoulders and fell cascading down to the small of her back in a sea of messy waves.

"How often do you get yourself involved with this Alyx girl?" Dyson asked almost sweetly.

"Listen, it's not that important okay? I'm a big girl you know and I can look after myself. Honestly" Bo gasped, shaking her head gently, a smile parting her lips.

"Bo… You look" Dyson cut himself short realizing he had let his thoughts escape from his lips once again. This was happening far too frequently for his liking and it had to stop.

"You're going to have to leave now. I need to see if I can talk to Hale. Promise me you will call me or something if you have any more about Alyx please?"

"Of course," Bo raised from her seat opposite Dyson, "Don't you trust me?" Light danced across her eyes as she maneuvered around the table never breaking eye contact with Dyson, and left him with a small pat on the arm.

'HALE!" Dyson bellowed, then letting a not-so-small sigh escape sat back in his chair in the interrogation room. This was not good. Everything was so fucked up, it didn't even feel like life was even happening.

"I'm planning on changing my name you know. Everyone seems to love the word 'Hale' you know?" he chuckled, "It's actually quite cute, like a toddler learning a new word."

"Listen man, this is really fucked up you know? Not like normal… normally I think I can handle it, but recently I… I can't… I just can't okay!"

"Woah, calm there down buddy, I can help you sort this shit out if you want, I mean seriously that's what parters are for isn't it?"

Dyson pierced Hale with a gaze "You're not my partner anymore."

"Not out here I'm not, but here…" pointing to the left side of his chest Hale finished, "In here I'll be who ever you want me to be."

"I'm glad you're finding my pain so amusing."