So, yeah. This idea just popped into my head after I watched 4x12. It can be a part of the first chapter or an independent one-shot. You pick.

I OWN NOTHING!

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Parrish had finally had a good nights sleep. After rescuing Chris, going to Mexico and defeating the Berserkers, he could finally sleep easy.

It felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders.

He had a tendency to take investigations a little personally. The Sheriff had tried to give him some advice, but honestly, he though it was a good way of solving the crime.

He hoped that was why he had been rather protective of Lydia lately. It wasn't that he couldn't get her out of his head, more like, he needed to know that she had come out alright as well. He himself had been held at gunpoint once, being ordered not to diffuse a bomb. So, he supposed he could relate to how she might be feeling and knew that she might want to talk to someone who had been through the same ordeal.

Yes, he knew that she was very beautiful and he could appreciate that, but she was still a teenage girl and he did not want to take advantage of her. And there were far more attractive women out there.

Or, so he told himself.

When the Banshee in question sauntered into the Police station she had quickly explained to him everything that had gone on. Giving him a view of the full picture. She liked talking to him. She had told him so herself, after she had confided in him about how she felt that she still hadn't had the chance to properly grieve over Allison, how she felt that she couldn't talk to the pack about it, how she had no idea how to help people if she was the weak link in the pack.

So it came as a bit of a surprise when she declared that she had brought him something.

"When my powers first started working, I thought I was going insane." She admitted, smiling wryly. " I had no idea how to control them, no idea how they could help people and no idea what I was."

He listened to her attentively, knowing that she was someone he could relate to.

"I more or less figured out that if I stopped fighting them, I might learn how to control them." She paused to lick her plump lips. "But it was so much better when I could finally put a name to what I was. Knowing that you're not human, but not knowing what you are...it was terrible. Which is why I brought you this." She smiled as she went to take something out of her bag, leaving at his desk for a few seconds.

What is that? He couldn't help but think. The thought must have been expressed on his face -or maybe she really was psychic- because she answered his silent question soon after.

"It used to be on a hard drive, but we thought it would be best if we printed a copy."

"What is it?" He asked, looking up at her as she put the book on his desk.

"It's called a bestiary," she told him, turning to look at him as he opened a page at random. "whatever you are...it might be in there."

He whipped his head back in surprise.

"I'd like to help you figure it out."

He blinked, disbelief and gratitude brimming in his senses.

And then, for some odd reason, he was very tempted to kiss her.