A/N: This first chapter is done in Bo's point of view. This will be semi-slow paced. I just wanted you to see some of the end of doccubus with Bo's eye. The rest will be CopDoc. Reviews are always greatly appreciated.

Canon until the beginning of the third season- kind of. Kenzi didn't get taken by the Kitsune.

Rated M for later chapters. Yes, there will be smut.

Disclaimer: I just am a puppeteer. I own nothing.

When Bo learned of Dyson's love returning, she felt her stomach clench in agony. The knowledge that her love with Dyson had another chance to rekindle its flame was bittersweet. Losing love the first time around had been painful enough; she didn't want to lose it twice, and this time it would be Lauren's love.

As a succubus, a part of her felt uneasy and limited to have one mate for the rest of her very long life. It didn't help that Dyson was restricting and had the temper of a petulant child. He was possessive, and his jealousy levels were off-putting.

And Lauren?

Lauren was compassionate and understanding. And so very human. She would grow old and die long before Bo would start to show any signs of aging. The thought of living without her beautiful, blonde girlfriend pulled her stomach yet into another knot. However, she loved Lauren, and Lauren loved with such fiery passion often matching the succubus' own. This is why she felt a comfortable blanket around her at her try at a monogamous relationship with Lauren.

The Dal was practically dead this night; only a few of the regulars were scattered about the establishment with their Fae spirits. The occasional human would walk in, both lost and confused, causing a mind manipulator to wipe their memories before sending them on their way. The dim lighting created a comfortable ambiance, and the Celtic music was soothing. Trick insisted on it.

Bo snorted into her drink when she thought about Leprechauns when an Uillean pipe started into a song. She curiously craned her head toward the music and chuckled to herself when she recalled the first time she met the first Ash. She remembered making a quip about bagpipes and haggis when asked for her Clan name. She thinks the uillean pipe sounds better than bagpipes- more magical.

Bo sighed and looked at the time on her phone. Dyson was late. Usually, it was she who made a late appearance. The wolf had requested a talk. The way he asked made her nervous; he sounded serious, and his eyes held a tinge of hope and a little bit of sadness.

The cellphone in her hand started buzzing, and the caller ID displayed Lauren's number across the screen.

"Lauren, Hey. I thought you had the warehouse Fae fire victims to take care of tonight." Bo's voice wavered a little, as she wasn't expecting a phone call from her lover for another few hours.

"I was. I am. I'm just waiting for the results to come through on a few tests." She heard Lauren sigh into the phone and she noted the playful undertones as she continued. "I missed you. You know, you didn't kiss me goodbye this morning."

The succubus frowned and searched her mind for a reason why she forgot. She really did forget, and that was disturbing. She kissed Lauren every morning, often too much and too passionately.

"I'm sorry, Lauren. I must have been really out of it this morning. You know me and my hate for the early mornings," Bo offered.

"Well, you can make it up to me later. I am sorry, but I have to go. The results are just now printing. I love you, Bo."

"Yeah. Love you, too."

Short conversations with Lauren were common, much to Bo's discontent. The Ash and whatever Fae business had held high priority over everything else. It was something Bo hated -not being first.

She frowned again as she tucked her phone into her pocket. Leather, as usual.

"Hello, Bo."

The gravely voice brought a smile to her face. It always did. She lifted her head and looked at her first love. He had a small cut on his eyebrow that had a little blood clotted into it.

"Dyson." She breathed. "You are late, mister."

"Yeah, well. Cop business and all that." Dyson held up a finger to Trick, gesturing for a house Fae ale. "Sorry I'm late. Thank you for coming."

The succubus nodded. "I can't stay long. I'm meant to help Kenzi with a few important things."

She was really just going clubbing at a new hot spot Kenzi spotted a few days prior.

"So, are you gonna tell me what this is about, Dyson?"

The wolf shifter took two large gulps of his ale and turned to face the love of his life, his mate.

"It's about us, Bo." The succubus swallowed. She felt her stomach squeeze itself again, threatening the possibility of upward movement of bile.

"There is no us, Dyson."

"There's always an us," he said softly. "You are my mate. You're meant to be by my side, not with some human."

A wave of annoyance and anger found place within Bo as she hissed, "We are not having this talk again. I am with Lauren. Our time has passed. And stop saying 'humans' like that."

"But I can do this now. I have my love back. Bo, I can give you what you need."

"And what is that, Dyson?"

"A family. A long life.. I can give you everything."

Those words coming out of his mouth, where she first felt fireworks at their first kiss (and every kiss thereafter), had been all she wanted to hear. But, then he had left. He had left and disappeared for weeks on end with no phone call, no note. Just nothing.

Having enough of the conversation, Bo took her bag and walked toward the exit. "We're done here."

"Think about it, Bo. You belong with me. You know it. You can feel it, too."

Bo's head swirled with decisions and indecisions and could haves and might have beens as she walked in the dead of the night, her heels clicking solidly against the ground. She didn't even notice she was almost stomping toward her car. She was too confused, too frustrated. A part of her hoped for some clarity when she talked to Dyson. She wasn't as dense as she had played out to be back at the bar. She knew what Dyson wanted to talk about, but she found herself playing those words over and over in her head.

His mate.

Family.

Human.

Death.

She was more confused than she was before the conversation.

She went home and plastered on a fake smile and offered fake enthusiasm as she and Kenzi dressed for their night out.

"Okay, I've been patient enough. Now spit it out; what is wrong?" Kenzi asked softly and ran her hands gently across her friend's hand.

"Nothing." Bo replied. "Nothing. Let's just go."

"Did Lauren do something? Do I need to get my Russian mafia fists out?"

"No. Lauren did not do anything wrong."

"Then what is it?"

"It's Dyson."

"Suck it up, Bo. If you hadn't taunted the damn guy's puppies you wouldn't have gotten gashed."

Bo kept her hands on the car wheel, her eyes planted on nothing in general. Kenzi poked her friends. "Bo! Helloo? Earth to Bo!"

"Huh?" Bo's' eyes scrunched up on her forehead.

"I said suck it up. Let's go. Hotpants is probably working herself into an early grave."

"The new girl should have kept her damn mouth shut," Bo hissed, her hands clenching the wheel tighter.

"She thought you were going to bleed to death. You can't blame her. I was two seconds away from grabbing the next pedestrian, but she called the doctor like really fast."

"This is so fucked up," the succubus lamented.

"Yeah, it is. And it's your doing, toots. If we had known you were healing with Dyson in the storage closet…" Kenzi trailed off.

"I was stabbed in my side; I needed help!"

"Bo, the Light Fae compound is literally one and a half miles from the station. We could have gotten you there in no time."

"And risk me bleeding to death on my way there?"

"No." Kenzi sighed. "I am just saying pull yourself together."

"Don't say anything, Kenz. I mean it."

The human girl nodded, her movement only barely visible. She took a deep breath and said, "Bobo, you know you gotta tell her about the rest, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Bo's voice raised an octave and her tongue moved a little too hurriedly.

"I know, Bo. I'm talking about you and him doing the dirty again ever since you had drinks with him five days ago."

"Shit. This is such a big mess," Bo replied with desperation. She rested her head against the hands she had placed on the steering wheel.

"Oh, tits. It's a freaking nightmare you mean. This love triangle is getting me dizzy."

"Come on. Let's just go see Lauren before she explodes. She probably thinks my limbs are falling off or something."

"This is remarkable. You normally wouldn't be healing this fast without feeding."

Lauren had a clipboard with test results in her hand, her fingers scribbling down medical terms and seemingly random numbers – at least to Bo.

"Yeah, it, uh, looks like your new formula does the trick," the brunette said through a smile.

Lauren returned the smile and clicked the end of the pen before settling it into her lab coat pocket.

"Well, we still have a few kinks to smooth out, but we're on our way. Pretty soon I'll be able to sustain your hunger myself." Lauren titled her head and sent Bo a beaming smile.

"Ooh, using the words kinks and hunger has definitely made me hungry for some Lauren flavored healing," Bo drawled, her eyes twinkling.

Lauren blushed and hummed.

"Oh, barf. Keep it in your pants, Bobo!" Kenzi requested as she reached for a stethoscope. The blue-eyed best friend to the succubus placed the equipment on her person and listened to her own heartbeat.

"Sounds like Kenzi is getting grumpy. You better feed her, Bo."

"I'm not a damn pet, doc!"

The duo of succubus and her human walked side by side along the streets of Toronto, minutes after the exam came to its end. The unexpected doctor visit at the Fae compound had Bo on edge with nerves the whole morning.

"Have fun lying to Miss frigid?" Kenzi asked pointedly.

"Of course not!" Bo walked faster.

"I don't really like the doc, but you know as well as I do that she doesn't deserve this. And stop walking for just a second!"

Bo stopped and whirled around. "You think I like this? You have no idea how hard this is for me."

"Think about how hard it will be for her once she finds out you've been bumping uglies with Dyson for the past week."

"It was three times! And I was hurt, Kenzi. I needed healing, and he was there with me."

"Hun, you know I'm Team Dyson, but what you are doing is cold. I mean, couldn't you just suck some blue to taper off or something?"

"We are not having this conversation right now. Tamsin what's-her-face is expecting us back in ten minutes. And where the hell did I park my damn car?"

"Jeez, succubitch. Panic, much? We're like five steps away. So, calm that sweet ass down."

Kenzi didn't speak during the ride, but she gazed over at her friend, noting the various emotions playing across her face. A few times she thought she saw hope then a look of guilt a few seconds after. It took strong will, but Kenzi knew better than to speak up. She knew Bo better than anyone, even more than Bo herself. Even if Lauren did deserve better, Kenzi's loyalty laid with the succubus. Being the succubus' friend was exhausting; Kenzi thought she should be getting paid salary and hazard pay.

"I don't know why I don't pack extra clothes for my extra clothes. I've got ogre blood all over this top, and I just bought it last week," Bo whined as they parked by the police station.

"Don't forget that you gushed all over him first before you killed him."

"He started it. Anyway, give me the jacket underneath your seat. That will cover the blood for now."

When Bo and Kenzi walked into Dyson's section of the station, Tamsin stopped mid-rant, at a whisper quiet level. They were the only ones on the area, but they spoke low enough that Bo and Kenzi didn't catch a word of their heated conversation.

"We're not done talking about this, wolf," Tamsin spat. The Valkyrie turned toward the duo and ran her fingers through her bangs.

"Alright, Bo. Let's get to the questioning lounge so you can give me the run down of what the hell happened back there."

The interrogation room suddenly felt smaller than normal to Bo. Across her, hidden behind a mountain of paperwork, sat Tamsin, who, though still frustratingly beautiful, looked at little worse for wear than the other two times she had seen her.

"Look, Tamsin," Bo fidgeted as she began speaking first. The blonde across her had yet to look up from her papers. "About what you saw back there with Dyson.."

The cop inhaled sharply and finally removed her gaze from the files spread about. She licked her lips and glared at the succubus.

"Don't care about that. If you want to disgustingly swap DNA with a wolf shifter that is your prerogative. Just please lock the friggin door next time. Last thing I wanna see is a furry ass."

"It wasn't like that. I needed to heal, and he was there."

Tamsin quirked her eyebrow. "I don't know a thing about your whatever-it-is-you're-doing with my new partner, but he has been worse than a Harpy during PMS, which affects my working day. So, for the sake of Valhalla, don't bring your drama to my station."

"I don't have a- I have a girlfriend, thank you very much."

The blonde shook her head, amused. "A succubus in a relationship? Then why - no. You know what? I don't want to know. So let's get back to business."

Bo nodded, thankful for the change in subject. "I had been consulting with Dyson about the Stevenson case. I think there may be a succubus, not me, helping with luring the underfae."

"I already know about that. I mean how the how you end up separated from Dyson?"

"I forgot to bring my walkie, okay? And my phone was dead. There just so happened to be three more underfae thingies than I had thought. The ugliest one barked, or, howled, and Mr. Badbreath came out of nowhere and stabbed me while his pets tried to spray something out of their mouths at me."

"And then you stabbed him with his own knife. How did you get the knife from him?"

"I told him to give it to me after I pulsed him. And he did. I may have said a few choice words about his manhood. Is that all?"

"Unless there is something else you managed to tangle up for me, no. I just have to find a human spin on this and clear you for payment. Speaking of, have you gotten your P.I. license cleared away?"

Bo scoffed, offended. "Yes, I did." Her powers came in handy quite often. The license issuer accepted her papers and expedited her case.

"Good. Now we won't have the Chief down our necks again. That would be all, Bo."

Bo left the station hurrying toward the crack shack to get out of her bloodstained clothing. Kenzi managed to lift several donuts from the station's break room and kept her mouth occupied on the way back to their home, much to Bo's delight. She couldn't deal with anymore third degree today.

Once inside the house, if it could qualify as a house at this point, Kenzi yawned and stretched her limbs. Bo noted that her aura wasn't a bubbly tinge of light blue as it normally presented itself; tonight it was a dark and slow moving dark gray. The only other time she saw this color on her best friend was during the whole Nate debacle.

The succubus frowned and hugged her friend from behind, wrapping her arms around a rather slim waist.

"Kenz, please don't be mad at me," she pleaded. Her frown deepened once she felt muscles stiffen.

The human sighed and turned to face her.

"Bobo, I'm not mad. Not really. I'm just worried for when shit hits the fan."

"How do you know shit is going to hit the fan? Things might just work out."

"Honey, have you taken a look at us and our lives? Shit is gonna hit the fan."

There wasn't much she could say. Her gut even told her something was going to give. She walked to her room and robotically removed her clothing and looked down at her abdomen. She had no scarring from the wound. Her skin was flawless as it always had been.

No doubt, a few hickies and hand marks would be present from Dyson had she not had the power to rejuvenate her cells. He was rough, as usual, in the storage closet. She had been bleeding, leaning against his desk with her palm pressed against her open cut. Dyson offered and insisted to help her heal. What surprised her was her lack of hesitance this time. She grabbed his collar and crashed her lips against his mouth and started inhaling potent Fae chi. Instantly, her blue, glowing eyes gave the shifter permission, and he lifted her up and walked her to the nearest place for privacy. In a well practiced move, as hasty as it may have been, he removed her too-tight pants and barely even lowered his own - just enough to release himself. His hands grabbed each side of her hips and gripped her while she met him thrust for thrust.

He hadn't had the chance to finish. Neither did the succubus, but the sexual exchange coupled with his chi had been enough to heal the wound to a small scar. Lauren offered her chi to heal the remainder, but Bo refused. Lauren was to never be fed on. A small snack with one of the inmates was enough to return her back to normal.

She wasn't sure how long she spent in the shower until the water turned cold. The water heater allowed for ninety minutes of heat until it turned as cold as ice. It was something both of the girls dealt with; it wasn't like they were really paying for gas and electricity. Bo wasn't sure how Kenzi managed to get them full power and water. No doubt, it would probably have something to do with her family and her connections.

"Kenzi?"

The succubus was still in her kimono. It had been her turn to do the laundry, which meant she had no clean towels. She skipped down the stairs and spotted a sleeping Kenzi on the couch, a wine bottle still perched in her hand. And there was Dyson, sitting at the kitchen table.

"Dyson. I- what are you doing?"

"I wanted to check up on you. Bo, I know you didn't fully heal when we-"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Dyson stood and walked toward her. His arms encircled her and he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Bo, you've got to be more careful. I can't lose you."

"I'm a big girl, Dyson."

He chuckled and leaned back to look into her eyes.

"You know, " He began. "We didn't get a chance to finish what we started."