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.

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay in posting, things should be picking up again soon.

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Body still humming from her newly acquired Chi, Bo licked her lips as she walked up to the house, reaching to turn the doorknob and finding herself jiggling it instead. She frowned at the locked down, leaning back to attempt to look through the window, they never locked the door and she realized she had not heard from Kenzi since she left earlier. Had something happened?

From her spot on the stoop Bo could not see inside, the slats slanted so no one could peep in and she reached for her key for the first time since she had gained a roommate. Slipping in through the front door into the foyer, Bo reached down for the blade strapped to her leg, body pressed against the wall as she approached the second door. Resistance met her fingertips and she placed the blade between her teeth keeping her body out of view from the peephole as she unlocked it, slowly turning the latch. Door creaking ajar, Bo waited a moment before glancing inside, taking the knife from between her teeth.

The front hallway was clear, only the dim light playing from the television in the front room as Bo's gaze swept the dark corners for any unseen danger. Approaching the couch she noticed two figures, each one with their head on the opposite arm of the seat and she sighed, slipping the blade back into its sheath. Leaning over the right side, Bo checked on her best friend's breathing and pushed the slack strands behind the slumbering beauties ear.

Heading up the stairs, Bo left them alone.

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In the dim lit study of his home, Trick walked around the room, dusting when he sensed something behind him. Eyes shifting to each side, the old king straightened as turned, duster handle tight in his fist. The air was still in front of him, no sign of life waiting to spring upon him. When nothing attacked him, invisible or otherwise, the short of stature man retired for the evening, blowing out the last of the lights.

"Speaking," Sitting up in bed, Dyson dug his fingers roughly through the short hair of his chest as he answered his phone in the early pre-dawn hours of the morning.

"They are on the move D," Hale's voice was tired on the other end of the line, lacking his normal upbeat tone.

"Now?" The Lycan glanced at the clock, swearing gruffly when he saw the time, "They are going to regret having us be the ones to get them." Swinging his legs still clad in the jeans from the day before, Dyson rolled out of bed, "Text me when you know where-"

Hale interrupted with the location, "I got the call they were on the move five minutes ago. They are moving fast man, so get here as soon as you can. Otherwise I'm going to have to step in without you."

Dyson flipped his phone shut, growling in the back of his throat; imagining what he was going to do to those kids for having to drag his butt out of bed before dawn. Such a thing was only acceptable on the days he planned to go hunting, or during times of war like when he did battle. He shivered a little at the memory of blood shed on the blade he wielded and decided he could hold back a little he supposed. Only human after all..

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Bo frowned, rolling over in bed as she heard her phone go off and propping it open: Tell lil Mama drinks are on us tonight. Got the bad guys. ~Hale

Rubbing her eyes, the Succubus rolled back over but found herself unable to fall back asleep and sighed in frustration. Texting before, she glanced at the clock seeing it was almost mid-day, huh… when did that happen? Curious as to how she had been let to sleep so late when her roommate would have normally pulled her out of bed by nine she sat up, shouting, "Kenzi?"

No reply came from downstairs and she threw her covers off, slipping out of bed and pulling her robe on all in one smooth motion. Skipping down the steps, she surveyed the room, finding the downstairs empty as she questioned, "Ni?"

Fresh coffee wafted through the air, the scent calming the half worried woman as she padded into the kitchen to feel the percolator was still warm, a quickly scribbled note taped to a mug. B, Ni went 2 feed. I've gone 2 interview a potential client.

Smiling, Bo folded the note and slipped it under the coffee maker, pouring her a mug as she turned around, pausing as she felt something in the room. Taking a look around again she frowned, eyes shifting from side to side as she sipped quietly, heading up the stairs.