Bo walked into Dal, bloody, again.

"It's not my blood, I'm fine. I don't think it's blood anyway. Smells weird," she said, taking a sniff of the goo on her shoulder and making a face. Kenzi walked in behind her, a little louder.

"Ugh, why do I always get the gooey ones?" she exclaimed.

"It's like love Kenz, can't choose it!" said Bo, with a sappy smile on her face.

"Yeah, yeah, I need a drink," said Kenzi, taking a seat at the bar. Bo sat down next to her.

"Trick! Beer us please!" hollered Kenzi. Trick walked up to them with two cold bottles.

"That looked messy," noticed Trick.

"Meh, wasn't too bad," shrugged Bo, "hey, I was wondering if I can swing by later to talk to you about something?"

Trick turned to her, "is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, everything's great. I just wanted to brush up on some fae facts," grinned Bo.

"Oh, actually have a meeting later on. Maybe tomorrow?" asked Trick.

"Sure," said Bo, wondering whom his mysterious visitor was.

Bo and Kenzi had stayed around a little longer when Dyson joined them. Around 10:30pm, a young woman entered the bar holding a file. She was dressed in what looked like some kind of service pants and a hoodie with a logo of some local hockey team. She had dirty blonde hair that was tied back into a ponytail and dark eyes. She gave a look around the bar before meeting up with Trick and stepping into his office.

Trick looked back at Bo before closing the door behind them.

"Hey Trick," said the blonde, bending down to give him a hug.

"Evening Ty. How was your shift?" he asked.

"It started off slow," she started, "but then we got calls to multiple alleys. Humans being found unconscious."

"Same markings as the last ones you had?" asked Trick.

"Very similar," Ty responded. Trick pulled out one of his many books, handing one to Ty and they began sifting through.

About an hour later, Trick pulled his nose out of his book and took a look at Ty. She had fallen asleep using her book as a pillow. He pulled the book away from her and lifted her feet onto the couch and covered her with a blanket. He knew the extra shifts were getting to her but having her as an extra set of eyes on the city was helpful. He stacked the books and headed back out to the bar, which had almost cleared out except for a table.

"Heeeey Tricky! Who's the date?" asked Kenzi, clearly one beer had turned into several.

"She's not a date. Don't you guys have an early morning? Asked Trick.

The three looked at each and broke out into laughter.

"Nope, schedule looks clear," laughed Bo.

Trick smiled back at them and cleared as many bottles as he could. Bo stood and met him at the bar.

"So, who is she?" she asked, leaning against the bar. Trick studied her, and then started cleaning the bar.

"Sorry, I think I went deaf for a second," said Bo, sarcastically.

"She's a friend," he shrugged it off.

Bo raised her eyebrows.

"Really? She's younger than I am Trick. That's gross."

Trick rolled his eyes, "just a friend Bo."

"A friend who makes late night 'meetings'," said Bo, complete with finger quotations.

"She works as a paramedic. She started finding some weird marks on her patients and wanted my opinion," explained Trick.

"What kind of marks? Why would she think you would know? What is she?" asked Bo, becoming more interested.

"Maybe we should talk about this in the morning, when you're a little more sober," suggested Trick, patting Bo's arm.

"I'm fine," said Bo, becoming more suspicious, "what aren't you telling me?"

Trick looked at Kenzi and Dyson who were still laughing over their table.

"Trick, you're freaking me out. How do you know her and what kind of fae is she?" pressed Bo.

"She's light. I found her a couple months ago," said Trick.

"Found her? Were you looking for her?" she asked him.

"Yeah. I found out about her not long after we met. But I wasn't so sure how accurate my source was, so I wanted to find her for myself," said Trick.

Bo looked at him still puzzled.

"She's another succubus," Trick said.

When Bo still didn't answer, Trick went on.

"And your sister."

Bo's mouth fell. She couldn't believe it.

"Sister?" she breathed.

"I heard she may have survived your mother but I didn't want to make any introductions before I was certain," Trick continued, passing Bo some water.

"I was able to confirm her background a few days ago. I've been trying to find a way to tell you but more importantly her."

"She doesn't know? She what, just thinks your some helpful librarian?" asked Bo, wiping her mouth.

"Something like that," replied Trick.

"I can't believe I might have more family," said Bo, quietly, "I need to splash some, water...," she said, pointing at her face and standing.

Kenzi and Dyson stopped and watched her disappear into the bathroom before turning their attention to Trick.

Bo pushed the door open and went straight to the sink. After splashing a couple of handfuls of cold water on to her face, she stopped and looked at her reflection. After a few seconds, she couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips.

"A little sister. That could be fun," she murmured.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she could hear Trick explaining to Kenzi and Dyson. She started to walk back out when she passed the door to Trick's office. Quietly, she opened the door and poked her head in. Still asleep on the couch, the blonde she had seen earlier lay covered under a blanket. Bo smiled to herself, how could she have gone from not knowing herself and no family, to a proud grandfather and now a baby sister. Again, she couldn't help the excitement from showing. She stepped out and quietly closed the door once more.

When she returned to the bar, Kenzi was giving her a disapproving look.

"I play the adorable little sister role," she whined.

"And you always will," Bo assured her, giving her a hug.

"That's big news," said Dyson.

They shared a look, not really sure of each other's thoughts on the situation. Then after a moment or so of silence, Dyson added, "I wonder if she's single?"

They all looked at each other and began laughing once again.