Disclaimer: I do not own the show or its characters. I am just going to abuse them for other peoples' entertainment.

Setting: This story starts before Bo has been introduced to the group.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I found myself complaining the other day about the lack of new doccubus friendly fan fiction out here and decided it was time for me to do my part to support the cause.

I've never written anything like this before so I'm not sure exactly what I am doing. Plus, I don't have a beta who can steer me in the right direction so I can only promise to do my best to produce something worthy. Please let me know what you think and if you have feedback/ideas.

Thoughts have been italicized.

CHAPTER 1:

Lauren finds herself just staring blankly at a corpse in the middle of her lab when her phone starts vibrating in the back pocket of her slacks.

Before she makes any attempt to retrieve her phone, she glances up at the clock on the far wall to find that it is 1 am in the morning. "Shit," she mumbles under her breath as she flips back her lab coat and digs in her pocket for her hidden phone.

It is not uncommon for her to lose track of time while having a lengthy internal dialogue with herself on a difficult problem. The good part about being alone in her lab when this happens is that she won't accidentally spend an embarrassing amount of time staring at someone unintentionally. That has a tendency to give people the wrong impression and can be incredibly awkward. This particular incident seems to have taken a lot longer than normal, though. She was probably out of it for at least 30 minutes.

Lauren briefly looks at the caller ID and rolls her eyes before connecting the call. It's her roomy probably wondering where the hell she is.

"Hey," she says weakly into the phone.

After a few seconds of listening to her friend on the phone, Lauren shuts her eyes, bows her head and shakes it slightly from side-to-side. "You can breath easy now. As you can tell, I haven't been eaten by some Zombie like underfae. I just have a lot of work to do and I lost track of time."

More time elapses, before she responds again. "That's okay. I don't need you to be my human alarm clock. I doubt I can afford you." Before she can finish her thought, the talking on the other end becomes more animated.

Lauren pinches the bridge of her nose to try and relieve some of the pressure she feels as the fussing on the other end of the line continues. She tries to interrupt the onslaught for a second by explaining about the murder she is helping to investigate. "It's just that we received the body of a young man today and..." Her words fall on deaf ears, though.

"You are right," Lauren says with a deep sigh.

"No, I am not going to repeat that. You heard me just fine. I'm going to make you work for your next ringtone recording." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she opens her eyes and looks skyward.

"I can't come home right away because I haven't eaten in a little while and I need to grab something along the way." Before she can finish her thought, her friend interrupts her with a question.

"A while is a while. I can't quantify the amount of time elapsed because I don't remember exactly, " Lauren says agitatedly.

"I do not have photographic memory. Can we not do this right now? Would you please save the rest of your lecture for another time, perhaps?" Lauren starts tapping on an empty corner of the dead man's gurney as her roomy responds.

"We've had this type of conversation many, many times. You know that will not enable your bad habits. If you want donuts, chicken wings and vodka for breakfast, you will need to get them yourself. If you want something that won't contribute to your early demise, I would be more than happy to bring that home." Lauren's agitation is replaced with amusement.

"Yes, I swear on my favorite microscope that I will leave right away." As the call wraps up, Lauren pulls the sheet back over the young man's body and walks swiftly to her office."

"I know. You just bitch because you care. Get some sleep. We can talk in the morning." With those words, Lauren hangs up the phone and slips it back into her pocket. It can be exhausting talking to her best friend, but she wouldn't trade a second of it for the world.

As she reaches down to the floor to retrieve her carrier bag, Lauren has to grab the edge of her desk to keep from falling over completely. That's when the internal dialogue begins again.

"Maybe, I have gone a little too long without eating properly," she thinks to herself. She drags her bag over to a chair where she flops down and tries to regain her equilibrium.

"Kenzi is right about needing to do a better job sleeping and eating regularly. I know that I am not on my game when I am operating at a deficiency, but I just hate being a slave to my base needs. I could get so much more accomplished if I didn't have to waste my time with such things." Lauren's head turns towards her office window where she can see into the lab and her eyes fall upon the hidden form of the dead young man.

"I realize that not everything can be treated as an emergency. It is just hard not to sacrifice when you know there are people in mourning and looking for answers. How can you focus on yourself when you know that others are in danger until a threat is nullified and you can help nullify that threat in your own way."

Unexpectedly, she hears Kenzi's voice in her head say "Times a wasting, Blondie. Get your ass a moving." This thought actually makes her laugh out loud as she finishes packing up her bag. "Great. Now, I am channeling Kenzi in my thoughts. She really needs to get her own place."

After her bag is packed, her take-out order is placed and the files on her desk are securely locked away, Lauren puts on her leather jacket and heads out of the office, turning off the lights on the way. As she passes by the gurney in the middle of the room, she says "I'll see you tomorrow, Kyle. With any luck, I will be able to get you back to your family shortly."

It's in private moments like these she is able to remind herself that these bodies are more than a problem to be solved. Kyle was someone's son, someone's brother or someone's boyfriend and is more than a mere intellectual challenge. He was probably loved and would be missed. He deserved to be treated with respect, human or not.

She taps the gurney with a sad expression on her face as she subsequently, hustles out the front doors.


It only took her 10 minutes to get to the Dal. She scans the room as she first enters, hoping not to recognize anyone.

"Thank Einstein," she whispers to no one.

She makes her way to the bar and orders a water. "Better not drink alcohol on an empty stomach or I might do something I'll regret later," she thinks to herself. Thankfully, the barkeep knows her very well and doesn't give her any slack for the conservative beverage.

Turning her back to the bar and placing her elbows on the top, she begins scanning the crowd again, but this time, she is looking for a different purpose. In the corner, she spots a beautiful woman with dark hair and dark eyes. The voluptuous woman is just her type. She stares intently at her with a smile on her face, hoping that the woman will stop talking to her friend and look her way.

"Come on, look over here," she purrs to herself. As if on cue, the woman turns her head and flashes Lauren a seductive smile. There is no doubt in Lauren's mind that she is interested. She practically has a neon sign over her head that says "I am ready, willing and able" Lauren blushes slightly and dips her head a few degrees but maintains eye contact for several minutes as the object of her attention continues chatting with her friend.

She turns around, downs her water in a few quick gulps and then makes her way over to the buxom brunette. It doesn't seem to matter how many times Lauren makes the first move, her nerves always go into hyperdrive when she tries to flirt with a beautiful woman. Her palms begin to sweat, her heart starts racing and her whole body seems to vibrate. Intellectually, she knows she should be confident. She's had more than enough practice and she has the necessary skill set to seduce this woman, but none of these facts seem to ease her anxiety. "I hate my biology," Lauren thinks as she finally stands in front of the woman in a red cocktail dress and luxurious hair that seemed to curl around her soft skin.

Lauren shakes her head for a second before she speaks so she can regain focus on the mission at hand. "Hello, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, " she says to the brunette's companion. "but I was hoping I might be able to steal a few moments of your friend's time. I need to speak with her urgently. I promise not to monopolize her evening."

The pretty, petite blonde girl who was chatting with the lady in red smiles brightly and winks at her companion before replying, "That's okay. I have to freshen up my drink anyway and I think I see another friend at the end of the bar." She reaches her hand over to her friend and lightly taps her arm as she says, "We need to talk later. Give me a call."

The brunette simply nods her head as her friend walks away.

"Hi, my name is Lauren," she says as she extends her hand for a shake.

"Nice to meet you, Lauren. Mine is Becky." She slowly reaches out and grab Lauren's hand without breaking her eye contact. Upon grasping her palm, Becky takes a sharp and sudden breath. The look on her face morphs from playful and flirtatious to serious and aroused.

Their hands do not part ways when names are exchanged. Instead, Lauren turns their hands so Becky's palm is pointing downward and she places her second hand on top of Becky's, stroking it lightly with her fingertips. The couple just stares at one another for a few seconds before Becky speaks again in a husky voice, a smile dancing on her lips. "What was so urgent that you needed to speak with me right away?"

"I wanted to hit on you before I lost my nerve." Lauren laughs softly as she stares down at their hands and bashfully, looks up again in a way that implies she is asking for forgiveness.

Becky laughs in response and takes a step closer so their faces were just inches apart. "I'm glad you did, but it wasn't very nice of you to lie to my friend like you did." Lauren's expression reflects confusion and she quickly stops stroking the other woman's hand. "Pardon?" she asks.

"You told my friend that you weren't going to monopolize my time and I have a feeling you are going to monopolize the rest of my evening." Becky says with a smirk. "At least, that is what I am hoping will happen anyway."

"Oh," Lauren says with a chuckle. She resumes gently touching the top of Becky's hand again. "Well, I feel it is important for me to be completely honest with you. I am a doctor and especially, right now, I am afraid I don't have much time to devote to being an adequate girlfriend or anything like that. In fact, tonight even, I don't even have much time to spend out because I have to go back to my lab in a few short hours." Lauren's speech escalates in pace and she drops her eyes back to their hands.

"At the same time, I have certain needs that I cannot deny. Needs of an intimate nature. We all do, to some degree, require sex to be happy and healthy, although some of us are needier than others. That is really beside the point, I guess. What I am trying to say is that if you are game...Well, game is a crass choice of words. If you are open to the idea, maybe, we could spend a little quality time together in a private setting, away from here. I could help you with your needs as well. I realize that we don't really know each other well. Actually, at all, and you may not be one to have casual relationships or maybe, you would be worried that I am some sort of serial killer, which I assure you I am not. In fact,..."

Lauren continues babbling until Becky interrupts her with a light kiss and says. "Lauren, Stop." Lauren's eyes get wide as she closes her mouth. Becky examines her closely. Did her eyes just flash from brown to blue? No, that can't be. "Yes, I will have sex with you. I made up my mind on that front when we first locked eyes."

"Really?" Lauren asks in a whisper.

"Yes, really. Come on. Let's get out of here." Becky takes Lauren's hand and starts dragging her out of the Dal.

"And Kenzi thinks Dr. Dork doesn't have game." Lauren says to herself.

When the two of them exit the bar, Becky quickly turns on Lauren and pushes her up against the wall with a passionate kiss. Lauren lets Becky take control at first, but she eventually flips the script and pushes Becky to the same wall as she grabs onto her face tightly. A minute or two passes while the new couple eagerly grope one another while making soft noises that echo in the dark alley.

Without warning, Lauren pulls back from the kiss to reveal a steady blue stream of chi, flowing from the brunette. Becky grabs tightly onto Lauren's shoulders, her eyes snap open and anyone who happened to see the couple would think that Becky was having a heart attack. It takes a couple of seconds longer before Lauren realizes what she is doing and she cuts off the flow.

Becky's eyes close sleepily as she slumps to the ground with Lauren's assistance.

"Oops...Oh no...Oh, Becky," Lauren says as they make their slow journey to the ground. The first thing the Doctor does as they reach the dirty, wet asphalt is check for a pulse. "That's good." Lauren states as her panic dissipates and her doctor persona takes over.

She puts her hand up to her forehead for a second and pushes her hair away from her face as she looks at the night sky. "Damn it, Lauren," she says to herself.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't know what surprises me more...the fact that I spent time writing this chapter or that I actually posted it. I hope it was worth it. Please let me know if the concept is intriguing. All characters will have a twist so to speak.