Instinct brought Kenzi back to the crack-shack. It was big, old and best of all completely empty. Runaways and street rats were usually too scared to crash in full fledged homes- no matter how abandoned they seemed- and Kenzi usually did the same. But her gut told her the old mansion would remain undisturbed.

She put the file she had taken on the ancient coffee table. The lift had been so easy- a little flirting, some emotional babbling and bam. She almost felt bad for the detective she had scammed.

Almost.

Now Kenzi had watched enough Law and Order with her great uncle to know what a police file looked like (pictures, witness accounts, stuff like that), so when she opened up the red folder in front of her, it took a second to realize she hadn't grabbed the wrong thing. It was only one page, no pictures, no forms. It wasn't even typed.

To: The office of the Most Distinguised Ash. From: Acting Detectives Dyson (Light Fae, Shifter) and Hale (Light Fae, Siren) Re: Official Incident Report of Improperly Disposed Feed Report:

Human body was found in the elevator of the Miranda Hotel early Thursday morning. C.O.D: Fae of undetermined species. Fae is most likely female. She did not sign in at the Dahl (the closest waystation to the kill) or at any other waystation in the city. Based on the body she was most likely a chi-feeder. Video footage found shows the presence of a human, interviews indicate the female was recently drugged. It is likely she witnessed the feeding as the Fae in question took her (still alive) from the scene. The Fae's car was tracked out of state. In accordance with standard procedure neither Human nor Fae pursued, but the appropriate athorities in those territories have been informed. Search for the human female is ongoing by both parties. All evidence of Fae involvement have been removed from the case. With the human suspect still at large, the police case file will remain open.

Official Recommendation:

Work to find the human to confirm she knowns nothing. If she has memory of the event, Detective Hale's abilities should be utilized. Disposal is unnecessary.

Signed,

Dyson Thornwood, Wolf Shifter

"What the what?" Kenzi read the so-called report again. Fae? As in...fairies? For only one page there was a lot of information, but Kenzi was able to break it down into the following.

1) She had been saved by a fairy. (And not in the way her gay friend Ramone had gotten her out of a completely innocent misunderstanding with a guy she had not known was a drug dealer) But a real life, deadly-as-fuck FAIRY.2) Said fairy had skipped town. (So much for her toughest-kid-on-the-playground plan.)

And 3) She had stumbled upon an honest to God conspiracy! These detectives were plants in the police department! They had probably been covering up these kills- or ''feeds', gross- for years. And those Fae bastards were gonna let her take the fall for killing a guy!

Ever since she had gone to that stupid hotel bar and taken that stupid laced drink nothing had been making sense. Maybe she was still drugged! Maybe this was some weird GHB hallucination and she was going to wake up any second in an alley somewhere!

"Not really sure which option would be better at this point..." She muttered. At least the alley thing was something normal. Something she knew how to handle. This...this was insane. Completely and totally...

"Crap." Unfortunately, Kenzi knew this kind of insanity. It was a major theme in her bed-time stories as a kid; stories that had been told to her by her totally batshit Aunt Ludmila.

"Dyson, you gotta come back to the station. We have a problem."

"What kind of problem?" Dyson was on his way to the Dahl again. The story he had gotten from Trick had indeed been a long and heartbreaking one, and now that Bo was out of reach of Dyson and the Ash, he had felt compelled to tell the old man face to face that his granddaughter was gone.

And truth be told, he wanted the Blood King's advice about the human. His report to the Ash had been by the book, and it was fairly likely the leader would take his recommendation but he was still conflicted. The cop in him hated the existance of a loose end, especially one that could be a threat to the Fae's secrecy. But the man could not make himself see the girl as a threat to anyone. As bad as it sounded, he hoped he never saw the girl again- for her own safety. The Ash was a Light Fae leader, but if Hale's siren song couldn't erase her memory he wouldn't hesitate to have her killed. Or enslaved. Either way there was no good outcome if the Fae got their hands on her.

Still, there was another part of him that still had that smell imprinted on his memory, still saw her icy blue eyes in his head. His wolf refused to settle down; he wanted the source of that scent back. Dyson didn't allow himself to think too deeply on why. She was just a kid- a human for Gaia's sake. The best thing for her to do now was to just dissapear.

When he found his partner on the end of the call he was genuinely relieved. Hopefully he had a case- some fresh new problem he could sink his teeth into. One that had nothing to do with that mysterious girl or the Blood King's granddaughter.

"So, ya know that report you wrote for the Ash?"

"Yeah."

"It's...gone."

"Gone? Hale what do you mean gone? Did you lose it?"

"Lose isn't...exactly the right word."

"Well what is the right word?" Dyson was quickly losing his patience with his partner. "Stolen. Yeah, I'd say stolen would...cover it pretty well."

"Hale!"

"Okay, before you freak out-actually, ya know what? Go ahead and freak out. Freak out, and get your furry ass over here because we gotta find this chick and your nose is the best way to do it." God there was so much wrong with this picture, but he refrained from yelling at Hale outright. It wouldn't do any good.

"How do you know it was a woman?"

"I talked to her! Some journalist came in looking for you- said she was family of Morris', wanted some info on how he died. I left for two seconds to get the O.K from Braxton and when I come back she, and the file were gone. "

"You're positive she was the one who took it?"

"No question. She played me like a fiddle man- this girl's acting was seriously top notch and you know sexy ladies are my kryptonite!"

"Alright, alright calm down. I'll be there in five and we'll figure this out. You said she was a journalist?"

"Press pass and all- seemed genuine but I looked her up and the only 'Cynthia Franklin' I found was a 60 year old widow who runs a stationary store three hours from here."

"Well since that file wasn't official police property we can't go about this in the usual way. But it's alright- I have a theory." God I hope I'm wrong. "I'll know more when I get there."

Once he got there he knew his theory had been right. He hadn't even needed to go all the way to his desk- he could smell her the second he walked in the building. Cool earth and burnt wood covered up with some nauseatingly artificial perfume. Hale was trying to mask his panic, and doing a fairly good job of it. Dyson spoke first in hopes of easing the siren's mind.

"I know who took the file. It was the same girl I talked to at the crime scene a couple of days ago."

"The human half of our Fae/human duo? So she stole the file to what-hide the evidence? Cover for her partner?"

"I don't think so." Dyson quickly summed up his own theory, as well as a highly abridged version of what he had learned from Trick. "Bo knows what she can do, but not how or why. Now that she's gone-"

"The girl wants to know who saved her life." Hale finished.

"Exactly. She knew my name, she probably thought the file on my desk was the official police report."

"Boy, is she in for a surprise." "Which is why we need to find her, before she does anything with that information." Like get herself killed.

The trailer park was just like Kenzi remembered it- loud with an over whelming smell of garbage and dirty laundry. She walked up to the door, all the while her head screaming at her to GET OUT NOW.

She honestly had no idea why she wasn't. She had thought about it on the drive over- was getting answers really worth all this work? Seeing her family again, risking her neck walking into a police station- for what? The woman who had saved her life was gone, and just like every other time in her life she was on her own. It would have been so easy to just walk away. Pass it off as a lucky break and keep on surviving like she always did. But she didn't. She kept digging and schemeing, going to her sumasshedshiy aunt? Honestly, did she even believe Fae existed?

Yes. She did. It made sense, it fit in her brain- not just because what she had seen that bartender do but something else. Something deep in her believed this was the real deal. That there was a world right under her nose just waiting to be uncovered. And maybe it was her curiosity, maybe it was the thrill of danger, maybe it was goddamn fate- it didn't matter. Kenzi had gotten a taste of the supernatural, and she would not be stopped until she was satisfied.

She rapped on the door. "In! In! Enough with the knocking, come in already!" Kenzi stepped in. Her anut's back was to the door.

"So, you wish to know your future eh? You wish to gaze into the depths of the-oh Kenzi! Is you! Child where have you been! Two month- nothing I hear from you for two whole months! You could have been dead! I could have been dead!" Her aunt squeezed her tight, fussing with her hair and pinching her cheeks.

"Alright, easy there Aunt Mila, I'm fine."

"Pft, fine she says. Then why you show up here- out of the blue, no phone call nothing- you need something? Fake passport? Place to hide?"

"No Aunt Mila I-"

"Here, darlink sit down, sit down. Tell me." The pair moved to the round table in the center of the room, and as her aunt pushed aside stray tarot cards she sat down.

"I need...information." Her aunt looked up, a bit surprised. "What, like background check? Oh Kenzi, I am talented woman but you know cousin Peter-"

"No, Aunt Mila not...that kind of information. I need-" She took a breath to steel herself, "I need to know what you can tell me about...fairies."

"Fairies? What is this, what are you talking about?"

"Come on Mila- all those stories you told me when I was little? The Firebird, the Grey Wolf, Baba Yaga?" Ludmila rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"They were stories child! Myths and legends passed down by our people!"

"Yes but what if they weren't just myths?" Her Aunt maintained her dubious exression until Kenzi swallowed, and in a low voice said, "Mila...I've seen one." That caught her attention. The gypsy leaned forward, eyes alight with concern. Her next words came in a worried whisper.

"Moy bozhe child...have you truely seen a Sidhe?" Kenzi nodded.

"She saved my life Mila. And there's more in this city- I know it. I have to find them!" Ludmila started shaking her head furiously again.

"No child, I cannot allow it! If what you say is true and the legends are real? You would be putting yourself in grave danger!"

"That's nothing new to me Mila and you know it. Please." She took the old woman's hand and squeezed it gently. "Please tetya. It's important."

Ludmila bit her lip, clearly regretting what she was about to say.

"I have heard...rumors. Places where their kind could...go. Be themselves away from humans. So secretive the Sidhe... Anyway- in old times they were called ubezhishche. Shelters like a..."

"Like a waystation." Kenzi supplied.

"Yes! Yes that is it. If you must go searching for the Sidhe, begin there."

"But how do I find it? Is there like a spell or something?"

"Ha! A spell to find the Hidden Ones? Kenzi they remain myths for a reason! The mere fact you saw one at all..."

"Got it, got it. Can't be found, except by someone who already knows where it is. God where is Johnny Depp when you need him..." The minute the words left her mouth, she sat bolt upright in her chair, because the most brilliant idea in the world had just entered her brain.

"Thank you so much Aunt Mila!" She kissed her aunt on the cheek and rushed for the door.

"Wait! What are you going to do?"

"You need to know where this place is to find it right?" Mila nodded, impatient for the answer. "Then all I need is someone who does know where it is. I'll see you later Aunt Mila. I gots me a cop to follow."