Chapter 2

Rolling over, Bo groggily opened her eyes. She reached out and placed her hand, palm down, on the rumpled sheet. The space beside her on the bed was empty, yet still warm. Dyson had not been gone long. She noticed the nearly empty glass of water on the nightstand and smiled. He always needed something to drink after their bedsport…but at least he wasn't dead.

"Hale called. I need to go to work." Dyson said, entering the room. Bo hungrily eyed his athletic form clad only in a pair of snug boxer-briefs. Giving in to temptation, Dyson crawled on top of Bo, her body still covered in the top bed sheet. He nuzzled the side of her neck. "Can you lock up before you leave?"

"Gee, trusting me to stay here…alone…unsupervised." Bo joked, enjoying the physical attention. She tried to wrap her arms around Dyson, only to find herself pinned beneath him and the thickly-woven linen.

"Don't worry, I've child-proofed the place." Dyson teased in return. "There's not much damage you can do."

"You underestimate me."

"I'm not the one pinned down."

"Maybe this is all part of my master plan."

Dyson leaned down and kissed Bo passionately. He didn't think he could be in her presence and not claim her. Her scent still drove him insane despite the previous night's activities. Again she had satisfied him as no other had and yet, in the morning, he craved more of her. He could appreciate her joke of a 'master plan' for he was already feeling himself succumbing to her. Breathing heavily, he continually altered the position of his mouth, the pressure, allowing him to taste Bo, claim her and arouse her all at the same.

Determined to not leave Bo feeling completely victorious, Dyson shifted against her slightly. Bo hummed her pleasure at the contact. She could feel Dyson's arousal stroke against her own soft heat. Her purr turned into a deeper moan as Dyson nibbled and nipped at the side of her neck, focusing on one particular soft bit of flesh. Leaning up slightly, Dyson kissed Bo lightly and hopped from the bed.

"I'll call you later." He promised before ducking out. Dyson didn't want to be near Bo when she looked in the mirror.

-\- Lost Girl -/-

"Well, the prodigal fey returns." Kenzie called out from the kitchen area, hearing Bo's shouted greeting. The younger woman walked out to greet her roommate and stopped, her mouth dropping.

"What?" Bo asked her friend-slash-teammate.

"You've…uh…got a….ummm…" Kenzie made a small circular motion with a finger against her own neck. Bo reached up to her neck with a hand. "No, other side….yeah, there. It's…ummm…well, I don't need to ask what you and wolfman got up to last night."

Frowning, Bo made her way to their shared bathroom and looked in the mirror.

~ I can't believe he did that! ~ She fumed silently, tracing the purpley-green mark on her neck. It was small, but noticeable. The green indicated that it was already starting to heal.

"Someone got a hickey! Someone got a hickey!" Kenzie sang in the frame of the bathroom's door, giving Bo a thumbs-up. "Way to go, girl! At least he marked his territory that way. Don't dogs normally pee on a tree or something?"

"I need to bring this dog into a sharp heel." Bo muttered, turning away from her reflection. "Did I miss anything last night?"

"Yeah, we got a phone call from a Mister Loco. He wants us to…" Kenzie paused, trying to recall the details. "Oh yeah!...he wants us to investigate the origins of his garden."

"Excuse me?" Bo's voiced raised in question. Starving, she made her way back to the kitchen and checked the contents of the fridge. She was totally craving bacon. Spotting a package of the salted pork on the middle shelf, along side a half-empty carton of eggs, she pulled out the food and puttered around in the kitchen.

"Yeah, that's what I said. Turns out he just bought this fancy-shmancy house and it's got a freaky garden. The statues are very strange, he says. Apparently, they're not your typical god and goddess statues but rather…modern looking. They have glasses and running shoes and hair styles that go back for several decades."

"Maybe the previous owners liked modern art." Bo suggested, busying herself at the stove.

"That's what he thought until he noticed a new statue appear yesterday. He's certain it wasn't there before. There are no tire tracks so it's not like someone drove it in…besides, who adds a statue? Wouldn't someone normally steal one?"

"How about breakfast first and then we can figure out what we'll do?" Bo suggested, her stomach growling at the smell of frying bacon wafting through the air. Kenzie nodded eagerly.

-\- Lost Girl -/-

"So, what have we got, Hale?" Dyson asked, approaching his dark-skinned teammate.

"Missing person." The male siren replied, checking his notes for more details. "Non-fey parents reported their son, Arthur Dawkins, missing a few days ago. He's seventeen. Apparently, he was hanging out in Richard's Park with some friends when that thunderstorm rolled through."

Dyson nodded, remembering the rumble of the thunder and the sparks of lightening. He also remembered thinking what it would be like to be with Bo during such a passionate display of nature. The possibilities caused his nostrils to flare slightly.

"They split up and, according to the friends, Arthur was last seen ducking into the wooded section of the forest on the path that leads down to the Millennium Pond. He hasn't been seen since."

"And we're here why?" Dyson asked, his mind still trying to find the fey link that would have resulted in having him and Hale assigned to the case.

"The pond was created for the year 2000. It's man-made…or so we want people to think. The main sponsor of the pond's creation was Gaius Grey."

"Ah. Light fey. Collector of ancient human relics." Dyson nodded. "Didn't he use something unusual for the pond's christening?"

"Yeah." Hale replied glumly. "The head of a female statue. Beautiful on one half. Snakes for hair on the other."

"A Medusa? What else do we know?"

"There have been several missing person reports over the years where this park was the last place the person was seen."

"Maybe we should pay Mister Grey a visit." Dyson suggested, his tone conveyed his desire to solve the mystery.

"And that's why we're such a great crime fighting team. I do all the leg work and you come up with the brilliant ideas." Hale rolled his eyes.

"I'm in a good mood, buddy…even your wit can't spoil it."

"Your mood wouldn't have anything to do with a certain, undeclared fey of the female persuasion, would it?"

"Ask me no questions…" Dyson started.

"And you'll tell me no lies." Hale finished.