"That's it," Ciara squealed as she raised up onto her knees to gain a short burst of height over a half crossed legged Lauren.

The med student pushed her off playfully and said, "Yes, that's it. I told you nothing happened!"

"Oh I so can't believe that. Under that sophisticated persona, you're totally a freak."

"You would know!"

Ciara's features became very sullen but a smile pierced through the facade, "Oh yes, yes, sadly I do." She hit her friend on the shoulder again. "How could you not get a kiss!"

"Well someone happened to interrupt us before I could!"

"..Oh... that." Ciara burst out into laughing along with her long time friend. After their giggling fit was over, the Englishwoman became somewhat somber. "What about those punks in the restaurant?"

Lauren raised an eyebrow and said, "Tamsin didn't really say anything about that. Just that it wouldn't happen again."

"It better not!" Ciara's drawl surfaced, one that made it almost impossible for her to be understood, and only ever came out when she was seriously pissed off. "I mean if she gets you into trouble with hoodlums across the bend, you best believe I'll teach her what for!"

"What for? Ciara, I don't think-"

"Pish-Posh. Did she give you her number?"

Lauren rolled her eyes at how quickly her friend could come down from her annoyance and pondered the question. "No, she didn't. I know she had one, maybe I can go tomorrow and find her at the precinct. Doesn't your boyfriend study under a cop there too?"

"Oh Dyson? I think he does. I could ask him to fill me in with all the juicy details of your little girlfriend since he's in the same class with her."

"Exnay on the spyina," Lauren confirmed, her hands coming up into an X shape. "I'd like to get to know her without the use of spying, thank you. And she's not my girlfriend!"

"Yeah, yeah," Ciara waved her hands in front of her face. "Anyways, I'm beat. I'll see you tomorrow."

The woman got off Lauren's bed and moved to the door, the back of her hand to her agape mouth as she yawned.

"And don't forget to ask Dyson!" Lauren called after her.

A wave in her direction was the only response from Ciara, and Lauren sighed with content. She was happy she had such a great friend like Ciara but she was slightly drained from telling her everything for an hour and a half. She wasn't much of the gossip type but she knew Ciara meant well. Now, Lauren thought, she had better get extra sleep so she could tell her equally, if not more best friend, Bo, of the story she had told Ciara. And she would also have to get the precinct number and the officer Tamsin worked under to try to see her. Briefly she wondered if Bo was also doing the same course, she was studying to be a private eye instead of a full time detective, but there were classes that had to overlap. Maybe she could get the information from Bo instead of going to Dyson...

It dawned on the blonde after she had showered and gotten into bed with only a tank top and panties on, that she had no idea Tamsin's schedule and, for that matter, she had never really seen Tamsin around other than in the coffee shop Lauren worked at. If she did not make the effort to see the tall woman, she might take it as a sign that Lauren didn't want to see her anymore; even if they only had one date.

Lauren played with the bottom of her lip as she thought it over.

Yes, she thought, tomorrow was the day.

Tomorrow certainly didn't sit well with Tamsin as she forcefully woke up, her arms were screaming from the bruise the assailant caused her and her head throbbed. She covered her eyes with her forearm and tried to calm herself from the nightmare she had been having. It wasn't until something shining invaded her senses did she remember the knife was positioned just where a beam of sunlight filtered into her room and it begged for an audience.

"Fine," Tamsin breathed, getting up from her bed and swinging her legs over the side. Her body was hunched and she looked at the very peculiar knife. "You're not a normal one, are you?"

The knife had a wicked gleam to it and it had incisors on either side, making it easier to tear someone's stomach or throat right open if it got inside. It must have been expensive wherever the thugs had gotten it from, and Tamsin could only guess if she put her fingertip to the top of the blade, it would cut her with only the slightest of pressure.

A shape suddenly appeared in front of her and Tamsin shot her head up in expectation of another attack. Her heart thudded in her chest as she looked up to her roommate and she almost shouted at her.

"Goddamn, woman! What are you trying to do to me?"

The woman's voice was hardened and she pointed at the knife in Tamsin's hands. "What was the rule on weapons in the dorm?"

"Uh," Tamsin groaned as she scratched the nape of her neck, "to not have them here?"

"Uh uh."

"But Bo-o-o-o," Tamsin whined, following her roommate to her bed. "You have knives too."

"Under the bed, Tammy. Not in plain view."

Tamsin shook off the pet-name and said, "Yeah, well I came home late-"

"Yeah, I know."

"-and kinda forgot, okay? Forgive me? Come on, you know you wanna forgive me."

Tamsin flopped down onto her friend's bed and nudged her in the side. Her brown locks smelt good and they were doused as if she had just come back from washing it. Tamsin tried not to notice as she playfully nudged her friend again, her face contorted into hilarity.

"Oh, alright!" Bo sighed, her hands going to the air in mock surrender. "But that's the last time, okay?"

"Sure," Tamsin agreed, getting up and going back to her own bed.

"So," Bo began, her words drawn out as if she was being sly. "How did your date go?"

Tamsin turned after putting the knife down onto her side table and said, "It was awesome. She totally digs me."

Bo scrunched up her nose and said, "Oh, Tammy, rule number one: Never say digs in a sentence if you're not talking about a grave site."

The blonde yelled, "Ha!" before throwing a pillow at her roommate. "Didn't get her number, but I was planning on meeting her tonight."

"You know you never told me her name."

"Oh, Lauren Something-or-Other. She works at the coffee shop on campus."

Bo's face fell and she proclaimed, "Whoa, whoa, blonde? Has her hair in curls?"

"Great body," Tamsin continued as she nodded, "really restrained. Med student."

"Dude, that's my best friend!"

"Get the fuck outta here. No shit?"

"Way shit," Bo agreed. "Well, when they said keep it in the circle, I didn't think they meant so literally."

The two women looked at each other playfully and laughed mirthfully. "You have to tell me all the details!" Bo yelled, throwing back Tamsin's pillow to her.

"Oh come on, I'm not into all that girly sappy stuff."

"She's my best friend." Bo was even more sly as she said, "I'll tell you her likes and dislikes so you can get in better with her."

"Huh... that's true. Or I could just use the resources at the precinct to get the info I need."

"She's never had a record, Tamsin. You wouldn't know where to start."

"...Touche."

Bo settled into her bed, her fists on her cheeks and her ass in the air. "Tell me everything."