Disclaimer : Lost Girl is in no way my creation, I am merely toying with the possibilities of a storyline that bit me while out to dinner. No monetary gain was brought from this writing.

Spoiler Alert : Season 2 Information stated again. Be Aware.

Trick put a hand over Dyson's mug as he began to pour another drink, shaking his head, "Sorry my friend, closing up."

Kenzi made a whining sound from the back of her throat, pointed black boots kicking childishly, "You're ruining our fun, Trickster."

The short man gave his young friend an amused look, "It's late Kenzi, and you have a long walk if memory serves correctly."

Kenzi pouted before turning her blues on Dyson who agreed to take her home without any fuss, the spritely mortal perking up instantly, poking her tongue out at Trick who just turned back to finish cleaning the bar. The girl stood up, somewhat unsteadily after the numerous drinks she had consumed and pulled her jacket on, wincing momentarily as it slid over one arm. Dyson stepped behind her, having moved without drawing attention, to help slide it on over her shoulders,

"You never let me look at that you know."

Kenzi waved him off with her good arm, "It's fine." The s in her words was a bit slurred but she paid it no mind.

"It's not wrong to have some help, Kenz." Though Dyson's voice was deep, masculine and had just the slightest bit of brogue, Kenzi's tipsy brain replayed her dream masseuse's voice whispering Let me help you right after his statement. She shivered at the touch of phantom hands and twisted her head from side to side as if trying to crack her neck,

"I got this, just help me home."

Dyson sighed; half wishing he was capable of getting drunk so that maybe he would be loose enough to press Kenzi on her evasive actions instead of having to let them slide by, "Alright, but I want you to go with Bo to see Lauren next time."

Kenzi promised without sincerity, walking out the way station with Dyson's aide.

…

Ni had enough self-preservation not to comment directly on Kenzi's tipsy state as she passed through the door, leaning on Dyson heavily for support, "Good day?"

Kenzi beamed at her, the full force of her bleary smile forcing Ni's eyes wide, Dyson taking the chance to see for once that her gaze was not a single color; earth tones and cool colors blending together. The detective stored the information away for later, moving past to place Kenzi on the couch while the newcomer was still recovering. Kenzi giggled as she landed on the cushions, stretching herself out comfortably, "Thanks, D!"

Straightening, the old Scot smoothed his rumpled shirt, looking more at home in the affectionately penned crack shack than his own flat in Kenzi's eyes. Ni pulled the throw from off the back of the chair and passed it to the girl, not tired herself and not willing to boot Kenzi from her own couch if she were, "Bo checked out mentally at Lauren's, she'll have her tests back tomorrow for the physical."

Dyson nodded, crossing his arms as he tilted his head in thought, "You went to the Ash's Compound? Do you think that wise?"

Ni's pose mimicked the man's she faced, standing behind the couch the small human female occupied, "I didn't know that's where I was 'till after." Looking off to the side Ni decided to push on and break the rest of the news, "For the time being Bo's agreed to watch me, acting as though my owner has given her charge over me."

Dyson nodded, accepting the information with the same logical process he had fine-tuned over the months he had lost his love. Living centuries had given him knowledge many mortals would envy, but being stripped of his emotions had put things into perspective. Now that he had them back, the Lycan was using his sharpened skill set to keep things in focus, "That's probably best." He looked up toward the staircase, "Bo already passed out?"

Ni shook her head, "She mentioned needing a snack, I'm pretty sure she'll be back in a bit though."

Kenzi clucked her tongue, reaching over to pull off her boots, "We shoulda come back sooner and BoBo could be snacking upstairs."

Dyson cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck as he turned to leave, "I should get going,and "he cast a look at the other fae," thanks to your help we should have our suspects caught in the act soon."

Kenzi waved from the couch as he headed out the door, "Night!"

Watching Dyson pass through the foyer and front door, Ni locked both doors after him. Leaving them open seemed ill-advised, no matter what kind of pain the house's occupants could induce any unsuspecting burglar. During her time alone Ni had been surprised to find numerous blades, throwing stars, and even a fighting staff squirreled around the living room. I suppose the kitchen is too obvious…

Kenzi was sobering up in her spot on the couch, starting to pull the blanket off as Ni walked back to the living room, "I'll be out of your bed in just a minute Senorita, get my shoes…"

"Stay," Ni seated herself on the other end of the couch after stealing Kenzi's boots out from under her fingertips, "I promise to control myself."

Kenzi blushed, turning to face the older girl but refusing to apologize, instead joking, "Yeah I've been promised that before."

Ni smiled, "I've used the line myself some over the years," she smirked slyly, "I won't lie."

Easing back in the cushions, Kenzi pulled her legs up, trying to keep herself warm. Supposedly a repairman would be out to look at their heater in the morning, until then… "Why here?"

Ni propped her arm on the back of the couch and rested her cheek against it, "This town? Why not here?"

Kenzi shrugged, "Just seems like an awfully big coincidence to me."

Ni closed her eyes, breathing deeply and exhaling slowly before opening them again, "I guess I was looking for somewhere safe. I heard the keeper of the way station," she swallowed; tongue running over the side of her teeth, "I had heard he was fair. I needed a break," her gaze met Kenzi's as she talked, "Watching your back takes a lot out of you, ya know?"

The blue of Kenzi's eyes clouded with understanding, "Yeah…"