Disclaimer : Lost Girl is in no way my creation, I am merely toying with the possibilities of a storyline that bit me while out to dinner. No monetary gain was brought from this writing.
"Can I get you anything else, Miss?"
Kenzi smiled, looking at the tall length of man that stood at her side and winked, "Thanks, I got it from here." The Russian beauty made sure to remember to eye his name tag, grin widening at what was pasted on it, "Chet." Kenzi's boots knocked under the table, tilting her head at her ginger-haired friend, slurping a mouthful of milkshake that made her wiggle in her seat.
Turning away from the table, Dyson rolled his eyes at the ceiling, fondly remembering when Kenzi had been the one to go undercover as a server when she had asked a favor of him. Ah, those were the days… The detective shook his head, smiling as he passed by another table where a certain dark haired seductress sat across from his partner.
Hale lifted his chin in acknowledgement while Bo kept her lashes lowered, hand drifting along the exposed skin of the darker man's arm, gaze flitting unobtrusively toward the door where she was keeping lookout. The group had been undercover for the past two nights, keeping a lookout for a lead on Dyson and Hale's current case. So far they had nil on the latest rash of high-end break-ins since their last lead brought them to the small ice cream parlor they were currently waiting in.
Dyson had opted to recruit the girls not for the Succubus's abilities but rather Kenzi's past street specialty. Breaking and entering undetected, in what so far proved to be a human case, required a certain level of skill that the Lycan had to admit their favorite human possessed and might be able to recognize in others.
At least, that was what Hale had suggested.
A hiss too low in pitch for the other costumers to notice caught Dyson's attention as he wiped down the counter a little while later and he looked up, spotting Hale subtly turning his head to direct his partner in Kenzi's direction. While some might view the raven hair's high brows to be a side effect from the amount of suction she was using to get the last of the melted shake from her straw, Dyson read it for the non-verbal communication it was; major possibility.
As Dyson followed the direction his friend's crystalline orbs were so trained on, his own brown eyes turned amber, a fact he hid by lowering his lids while he took a deep breath. No, nothing reminiscent of the scene they- his thoughts came to a halt, eyes opening and focusing on the barely visible face framed by seemingly dark hair, shadowed by a pulled up hood. What is she doing here?
At the table halfway between Hale and Kenzi's, sat one of both the Light and Dark's best leads to several sought after Fae. Dyson shook his head to the left enough to indicate a negative to Kenzi but approached Hale's table, bringing out the desert menu though he had not asked if they wanted anything else, "I think you should look at this, sir."
Bo took in the set of Dyson's shoulders, the agitation pronounced in his grip as he let go of the plastic menu and turned to Hale, "I think we should take this to go, sweety," she turned her body to move her arm behind his chair, enough so that she could catch a look at the girl that had come in and had piqued everyone's interest, "don't you?"
Hale nodded, his eyes staying on his partner's a moment longer before turning to Bo, "Sure thing," he cleared his throat speaking an octave louder, "mama."
Kenzi stood up, grabbing her check off the table where it had lain since before Dyson had brought her the double chocolate shake, and proceeded to the front counter at Hale's signal. Whatever they had been waiting for was not happening, but something else sure was as their Plan B sequence had been put in motion.
As per previous instructions, the young woman reached to gently push her ear plugs fully in-place beneath the cover of her hair while the cashier gave her the change from her $10 on her $8.50 check and made her way toward the door. A few seconds later Bo stepped out onto the street beside her, fumbling to get another set of ear plugs from her pocket and put them in place as Hale stopped in the door frame, turning to face the inside of the parlor again.
Dyson nodded affirmative as their person of interest began to turn in her seat. Hale took a breath and released a long, sleep inducing tone for the whole parlor to hear.