A/N~ So trying to keep up the old schedule but don't count on it to stay the same. Just if you haven't already start to follow the story or favorite it. Hope everyone is enjoying it so far and will continue to do so and thank you to everyone who expressed support for us and our situation. Please enjoy. ~A

Chapter 10

They ran down the street and ducked around the corner to hide. Dyson pulls out his phone and speed dials the cop shop. He explains to his lieutenant, "I've decided to extend my sabbatical indefinitely." He keeps the two of them moving away from the Club House as he continues to argue with his boss. "You do remember that I have about three months paid leave accrued?"

The man on the other end of the line makes some comment and Kenzi saw Dyson's eyebrow lift in amusement as he said, "Oh you were hoping that I would donate it to the bank it for my fellow officers, like I usually do. No, not this time." Finally the man on the other end of the conversation gives up and gives Dyson the time off.

The werewolf then calls the light fae compound. He explains to someone on the other end that, "I will be out of touch for the next several months." This conversation he doesn't even let them to try to persuade him of anything. He hangs up, and then removes the SIM card and breaks the phone before throwing the remains into a burn barrel as they walk by.

Kenzi's street kid past rears its head as she asks, "Ok Dyson what's going on? Dyson tells her as they walk. "I want to take you somewhere safe before we talk about things any further."

They ride his motorcycle to a storage shed and inside has been set up with electricity. So when Dyson turns on a light inside, a significant stash of weapons, are arranged on a set of shelves complete with ammo. Two chests full of gold and jewels sit beside a steamer trunk full of cash, from several countries.

One wall has a long workbench on it with shelves full of ingredients. Some were herbal but most were what would be found in a well-stocked pantry, including a hotplate on the work bench.

The wall with weapons, includes another workbench with various tools and materials.

The third wall has special slots for maps and scrolls and still more shelves for books and tomes, most very old if Kenzi were any judge.

"I'm surprised you're not complaining about me giving you a simple silver claddagh instead of gifting you with something out of this lot." Irish accent thicker as he indicates the chests.

Kenzi holds the claddagh clad finger close to her chest protectively, and says decisively, "This has meaning. Its important to you, part of your history. I'd rather have this than anything in either of those chests."

He pulls her close, wrapping her in his arms, as he said, "You don't know what it means to me to hear you say that."

She merely smiles in a contented cat kind of way as he pulls her close. As they are leaning against one of the shelving units he pulls a bin closer to him and pulls the lid off. Kenzi glances at it to discover a variety of cell phones stashed there.

She looked around and noticed another small bin that had a variety of id's in it. Passports, driver licenses, credit cards, even birth certificates. She is absolutely stunned to see her own face is staring up at her from some of them.

She turned back to look at her mate with a cheeky smile as she said, "Mr. Thornwood, you are a closet prepper,"

Dyson actually blushed as he admitted, "We didn't used to call it that, just being prepared."

"There's nothing wrong with being prepared. Although I must admit I can't imagine you as a boy scout." Kenzi merely smiled as she replied, "So is this safe enough to talk about what's going on with Bo further?"

Dyson agreed and explained, "Since you left, it seems as if Bo had actually really lost her heart."

Kenzi looked a little shell-shocked as she whispered, "You mean how you were when you lost your love?"

Dyson was nodded once as he continued, "It's affected Bo to the point that she is now vying for position of Queen of all fae and winning. Except now she's not as concerned with the well-being of humans as she once was, or anyone else for that matter and it shows. Her relationship with Lauren is strained to the breaking point. Trick and Bo are barely talking and she and I can barely stand to be in the same room together usually." Dyson adds a little sarcastically, "Tamsin and she are getting along famously, strangely enough."

Kenzi fishes one of the phones out of the bin and asks her werewolf, "Is this safe to use? I want to make a couple of phone calls." He simply nods in agreement as he watches the manipulative little woman as she then pulls out her address book and starts dialing numbers.

A few of them she doesn't even say anything, just listens to what the detective assumes are voice mails or messages. A few of them she speaks rapid-fire Russian at someone on the other end.

One she spoke in English (mostly) to someone who sounded like her cousin. The conversation seemed to be her insulting a male cousin in Russian or another Slavic language and then threatening him with their mutual grandmother. A formidable woman to hear Kenzi's side of the conversation, who apparently liked Kenzi better. That ended the conversation quickly and in her favor if the smile was any indicator of success.

She put the phone down and was poking around the storage unit when it rang a minute or two later. The young human took out her address book and added another number and address to it. Kenzi seemed also to be committing the phone and address information to memory as she thanked whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Got it," she said cheerfully before looking around the unit again and found an axe standing in the corner, "Perfect."

Slinging it over her shoulder, the Goth called back, "Come on wolf man. I want to get my bestie back to being my bestie so we can talk about our plans for the den in the mountains."

"Oh and by the way your mom told me that I needed to let you have a few things but the den was mine. I want a nice den, we can start with the cave but improvements will be made." The brunette called back as the incongruity of a tiny woman walking down an alley with a big honking axe over her shoulder served to tickle Dyson's funny bone.

Dyson smiled happily as he pulled the door to the storage unit closed behind him and locked it as he called back, "A cave fit for a queen, got it."

Kenzi then proceeds to tell Dyson, "We're going to get my girl's heart back into her." She said as they worked out how they were going to carry the axe on the motorcycle without looking like they were carrying a potentially lethal weapon on the back of a motorcycle.

Dyson showed her how the axe could be disassembled temporarily, while asking, "And how are we going to get her heart back. You are already back but she's still not really acting like herself?"

"By going to the expert and taking a lesson from the Norn, who better?" Kenzi said with a smile as she climbed onto the back of the motorcycle. Dyson could feel the blood drain from his face as he saw the expression. Who knew bloodthirsty and mischievous could go in the same sentence when describing someone, but Kenzi pulled it off beautifully.

Reluctantly, the werewolf maneuvered his way onto the front of his bike and felt her arms snake around his waist soothingly and somehow felt his fears dissipate as he said, "I did wonder what the axe was for."