Authors Note: This chapter is short and late, but I'm tired and lazy so here ya go.
"Tamsin this better be good," Acacia whined as she leaned against on of the desks in the room Tamsin and the others were forced to endure for detention.
Tamsin grabbed the file from Bo's bag, slipping it onto the table in front of Acacia. "I thought you could use this," Tamsin sat back on the table top.
Acacia took a deep breath, letting the air settle in her lungs before she began yelling at Tamsin. The elder flipped through the file, seeing fresh lines circling marks on photos. "Tamsin, what is this?"Acacia poked one of the pictures.
"That would be new evidence. We looked over the case and they want to help," the blonde spoke.
Acacia sat the file behind her on the desk. She looked up at the blonde girl, her hands nervously gripping at the edge of the desk. "They?" she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Tamsin, you didn't seriously involve a bunch of teenagers?"
Tamsin smiled weakly, shrugging her shoulders.
"Tamsin," Acacia nearly yelled. "Are you kidding me, you're supposed to keep your head down."
"I know 'Cacia, it wasn't my idea."
Acacia sighed, "What do you mean it wasn't your idea Tamsin, who else could have gotten the file?"
"That would be me," Dyson laughed from the door way, raising his hand.
Acacia chuckled, "Thornwood."
"Acacia this is Dyson, he got the file from your partner," Tamsin stood, gesturing toward the boy.
Acacia stood, "Should have known," she mumbled under her breath.
"Don't write us off yet, we want to help," Dyson stepped forward.
"We're resourceful, and we know how busy this division is and we want to help scope out the town, see what fae's have been undocumented lately," Tamsin pointed out.
"And I assume you would need police resources to do this?" Acacia laughed. She stood in the middle of the room, Dyson and Tamsin standing in front of her. The woman smiled at her boots, thinking of how this boy must have taken the case file and how stupid his father was for letting him. She looked up at the young shifter, his arms crossed over his chest awkwardly, as if he had no idea what to do with his hands. "What have you found?" she finally spoke.
There was a breath released among the group, a sigh of relief maybe. Tamsin stepped forward, motioning her hand toward the elder Valkyrie to hand her the file. She spread the pictures across the larger table at the center of the room, she pointed at the picture of the boy.
"Earlier we noticed there was a shadow around the boy's ankle," Tamsin began.
"Ligature marks," Dyson came around the table next to Tamsin.
Acacia examined the picture, "There's no way to be sure, but even if they were ligature marks, why would they only be on his ankle and not his wrists as well?"
Tamsin began pacing, trying to get her brain to think. The carpet rubbed against her feet, scratching the soft spots that had formed from wearing Bo's sneakers. "'Cacia, you know me, I can do this type of stuff. You taught me how to hunt bounties and track people down," she stopped, looking the woman in the eye, "I know how much you have to deal with at the precinct, there are a lot of open cases on your desk and this is just one. Let us help."
"I've done this before," the boy stood. "My father let me assist on a missing persons case. We had a backpack and a scarf and we still found her." Dyson glanced at the file spread out in front of him, "This, these cases have more evidence to go on. I think we can help you."
Acacia turned to the large boy. "You talking about that case last year? Where they found the girl in the cave on the outside of town?"
"Yeah, Lisa Myers, she was barely alive but we found her," he replied. "Ask my father, my friends and I have helped him for years on cases that happen around this town. I watched him work for years before that, and I learned procedure from him."
The Acacia huffed, "Fine, you can help. But on a few conditions."
"What?" Tamsin became serious.
Acacia sat against the edge of the desk. "Tamsin, if your grades slip, if you fail any of your classes or get into any more trouble with that little principal, you're done. And if I get a call that any of you and your friends, even you," she glared at Dyson, "have been arrested or warned about snooping around a police investigation or any of the cops at the precinct get a whiff of what you four are doing, it's done."
Tamsin shifted on her heels, mulling the conditions over. She looked toward Dyson, he nodded once to the Valkyrie. "Okay," the girl spoke.
Acacia stood and turned back toward the desk, gathering the paper work back into the manila folder. Acacia looked up, "Oh and another thing, Tamsin, you still have to collect, no ifs, ands, or buts."
"Fine, deal Acacia," Tamsin shook the woman's hand.
Acacia stood, "I'll see you at home, and don't be late again."
Tamsin walked her mentor to the door, watching her march through the empty hall. Once the Valkyrie was out of sight Tamsin began laughing.
"She said yes?" A voice sounded from behind Tamsin.
Kenzi and Bo appeared from down the hall. Kenzi ran forward when she saw Dyson emerge from the empty detention room.
"You did it," she squealed, hugging the much larger boy tightly.
Dyson lifted the girl and began spinning, "Hell yeah we did," he cheered before placing a gently kiss on the girls lips.
Bo nudged the Valkyrie with her shoulder, "Nice job Tammers."
Tamsin smirked, nudging the girl back, "Thanks Bo."
Both of the girls looked toward Kenzi and Dyson as they separated.
"And you," she pointed at Tamsin. Kenzi walked toward the girl and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Good work Tamtam," she stepped back, looking at the girls face and seeing how uncomfortable she had become. Kenzi stepped back, "Sorry."
Tamsin laughed, "It's okay. Did you get the copies?"
Bo ran down the hall, turning the corner of an adjoining passageway. When she came back to the hall she carried a small black backpack which must have been Kenzi's because Bo's was still in the class. The Succubus pulled open the bag and dug through it for a moment before pulling out a stack of papers clipped together with several paper clips and clamps.
"Here," she handed the papers to Tamsin.
Tamsin scanned the paperwork to make sure it was all there. "Perfect," she laughed.
"It's almost five," Dyson stated, leaning against the lockers next to Kenzi and Tamsin.
Kenzi looked up at the clock, "To the bat cave!," she turned an pointed toward the door as she began walking down the hall.
"We left our stuff in the locker room. Give us like ten minutes to grab it," Bo threw her keys toward Dyson, "Wait in the car?"
Kenzi and Dyson turned towards the girls, walking backwards. Dyson caught the keys, flipping them in his fingers once he caught them.
"Sure thing Bobo, don't take too long," Kenzi smirked at the boy next to her, "we might get ideas."
Bo made a gagging noise, doubling over, coughing uncontrollably.
Tamsin stepped toward the girl, "Are you okay?"
Bo stood up, continuing to cough and gag, "Yeah, I just got a visual of that in my car." She had to pause for a moment to continue to the noised.
"Ha ha ha, just don't take too long," Kenzi mocked and winked at the girls.
The Succubus laughed lightly. "Come on Tamsin," she turned away from Kenzi and Dyson and began walking down the hall.