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Time-Frame: Set directly after Episode 2:22
Rating: T
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Missing: Part Thirteen
By: The RainbowWriters
For just a moment when her phone began ringing Bo's mind was almost too content, too at peace to let it register. She felt for once, in what seemed like such a long time, at home. Which was ironic considering she was in a bed that didn't see the same occupant for more than at most seven nights at a time. But that didn't matter, it wasn't the bed that caused the feelings of comfort or the very tastefully decorated suite that it occupied, the sense of belonging that filled the succubus was from the woman who she held lightly in her arms. The one whose head rested on her shoulder, no, more on her chest really. The woman whose breath lightly caressed her skin with each and every exhale from slightly open, swollen lips. The woman who pinned her down, all be it gently to the mattress, with a leg laid over one of Bo's and a strapped and immobilized shoulder leaning with most of her upper body, against the succubus' torso.
Doctor Lauren Lewis.
Bo didn't know why or how she did it, but she had know now for a while that the blonde sharing her bed affected her like no one else in her life ever had. She had tried to explain it to the doctor herself by telling her that she took her breath away, and she had hoped that Lauren had understood what she was trying to convey with her words.
Of course Lauren had done a decent job of clarifying it, following it up with her simple addition of 'breathless' which of course had indeed made Bo just that, but even so the succubus wasn't sure that the blonde understood just what it was that she did to her. How could she when Bo wasn't even sure she understood herself? It was like Lauren had the power to calm the fire inside her with one touch, but with the next could ignite a raging inferno. She could set her heart racing with just a look, and break it with another.
It was like nothing Bo had ever known even though she had known all extremes of passion and desire, heartbreak and pain. Perhaps, she had mused briefly right before the fight with Garuda, this was what happened when a succubus fell in love.
Whoever had been calling Bo's phone must have given up as for a moment it went quite, only to erupt again not a minute later with the familiar tone. This time the succubus couldn't ignore it. The reality of everything else was too much to ignore. The caller could be anyone, the message anything, all options possibly vitally important.
With an absurd amount of care the succubus coaxed Lauren over onto her back onto her awaiting pillows, and slid her leg out from between the gentle leg trap the blonde had created. Happy when the blonde didn't stir, the medications and level of exhaustion being enough to keep her out, Bo pulled the light comforter up over Lauren's body, pressed her lips to her uninjured shoulder and padded over to the chair to claim her phone from her jacket. She hurried into the bathroom to answer the call having checked the caller-id first to see that it was Dyson.
Bo hadn't even really checked the time. If she was honest she hadn't expected to doze off, but when she had slipped into bed with Lauren, convinced the blonde to take her medication, and then settled them into a surprisingly comfortable position, the exhaustion hit her. Especially when Lauren's body dipped that little bit, signalling her slip into unconsciousness, the succubus had just let the moment take her.
To be honest if anything, she had been expecting to be disturbed by Dyson and Kenzi appearing at the hotel room along with Tamsin and it was only as Dyson whispered his greeting that Bo double checked the time and realized that two and a half hours had passed since the feline shifter had gone to pick up her best friend.
The instant shift in the succubus' mood almost made her feel physically sick, her stomach turned and for a moment her world spun dizzily. What in the hell had happened in the last two hours? Why hadn't someone come to her? Where was Kenzi? Where was Tamsin? Had something happened to the blonde detective?
"Bo?" Dyson's query, slightly louder this time broke through the succubus' panic.
"Where are you?" Bo demanded moving to perch on the edge of the bath tub, her legs wide as she braced one hand on her knee.
"At my place, like I was just telling you..." Dyson replied, his voice slipping to a quieter tone again. "Bo is everything okay?"
"You're supposed to be here. With Kenzi." Bo tried not to snap, but she knew she failed.
"I know but like I told Tamsin when she called on her way over, Kenzi is out like a light and I think it's best we don't disturb her. She needs a good rest and I'm happy watching over her." The wolf shifter filled in the details. "I was just checking up on how your night was going with Lauren, seeing how she was doing after the crash." He explained. "Giving you an update on the Snorasorous." He tried to lighten the mood.
For a moment Bo didn't reply as her brain tried to process all the information, not to mention Dyson's down right amiableness.
"Sorry." She managed to apologize. "I didn't know, the arrangements that is." She tried to give him an explanation for her attitude. "I wish Tamsin would have told me." She admitted, a small part of her partially annoyed that the blonde detective who so far had done so well had 'messed up'. "So how is she? The Snorasorous?" Bo tried to reflect the joviality Dyson had interjected.
"A little restless at times." Dyson replied, his voice going quieter again. "It's been hard on her, but she's tough, we'll get her thought it." He ended on the positive. "And Lauren?" He added the question keeping his tone gentle and concerned.
"Hurting, sore, but resting. The medication helped." Bo replied honestly. "She wants to go in to the lab in the morning." She revealed the detail to the wolf, almost as if testing him, wanting to offer him the olive branch of friendship to see what he would do with it, what reaction he would have.
"I can imagine." Dyson's reply was quick and even. "If not to run the tests on our cadaver, to check Kenzi's results."
Bo had to stop herself from noisily reacting in shocked response to his 'generous' appraisal of Lauren.
"I can't imagine that's settling well with you." He added, his tone possibly less even, but still a far cry from anything he had recently been like.
"Of course it's not." Bo admitted easily, she too curbed her attitude but was honest about the situation. "Dyson we both know if they get her back, they're not going to let her go." She outlined her biggest fear. "Ash or no Ash, this latest case has everyone scared, they want to keep what's theirs close."
"Close is safe." Dyson pointed out softly.
"I know." Probably to his surprise Bo's words were back at him the next millisecond. "Which is why I'm letting her go, more than that, I'm going with her, so is Kenzi." She gave him the vague outline of her plan. "Because whoever this wacko is I don't believe for one moment he has the balls or the know-how to link the compound with any of this. Lauren and Kenzi will be safe, while the rest of us close the net around him." Her voice tightened a little as the idea of catching up with the Reverend and finally making him pay for everything he had done, it made the blood rush through her veins a little hotter and faster.
"You think Kenzi will go along with that?" Dyson's tone didn't sound convinced.
"I'm going to talk to her." Contrary to Dyson's Bo's voice was full of confidence. "It's not a perfect solution, I know that, but I don't have one of those." She admitted. "The club house isn't safe, the photo's I saw proved that." A shudder ran up her spine briefly at just the thought of them. "The Dal... I don't want Trick in danger." She closed off that avenue before even considering it. "It's the best of a bad set of options. The compound is safe, secure and anonymous." She summed up, "And besides, the old boss of the place owes me."
There was a long moment of silence before Dyson spoke again.
"It sounds like you have your next move all planned." He said with something akin to admiration in his voice.
"Well someone has to be in charge and I've been doing a lot of it lately." Bo answered with a shrug even if he couldn't see it. "Call me when Kenzi is up and about, I want you both here before we make the move to the compound." She gave the wolf the directions and was about to just end the call when Dyson acknowledged them but stopped herself. "Dyson." She added, hearing the wolf pause on the other end of the line. "Thank you, for taking care of Kenz, she means everything to me."
"I know." Dyson summed up softly and ended the call.
Bo breathed out a deep lung full of air and put both hands on her knees, letting her head drop slightly, she just sat there on the tub edge, naked, for a long few moments, breathing. Letting things slot into place in her head. Kenzi was asleep, safe with Dyson, who was for now behaving rationally even supportive and was up to date on 'the plan'. Lauren was safe and asleep just metres away. Hale was watching from the car park... As she came to the next person in her list, Bo's mind froze. Tamsin. Where was the blonde detective, and why hadn't she come right back or called with the information about Kenzi staying with Dyson?
Pulling one of the large white towels off the back of the bathroom doors, more for decency sake than anything, Bo wrapped it around her body as she slipped back through the bedroom. She checked that Lauren was still sleeping peacefully, which she was, and she moved to the main room of the suite.
Flicking on the light, she took a quick look around the average sized room checking for anything out of place or 'weird' looking, coming up with nothing. She crossed quickly to the window with the goal of looking out to try and pin point Hale in the car park, and more importantly to see if Tamsin was in the car with him. All the while she had her phone in her hand, Tamsin's number up on screen ready to speed dial it.
Easing the vertical blinds to the side Bo was slightly dismayed to find the parking lot was pretty badly lit, but the Siren had been smart and parked directly under one of the only lights and as close to the side of the building for the best view that he could get. It was with a smile that she watched him lift his hat off his head as he noticed her at the window and she let the blinds fall back into place.
"Are you looking for someone? Or just checking up on Detective Santiago?"
The succubus literally jumped as her head whipped around, her brown eyes coming to land on the naked form of Tamsin who was stood up behind the main couch.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Bo squeaked.
"I was right there." Tamsin pointed to the back of the cream coloured couch, where there were one or two bright auburn hairs. "Hotel rooms don't usually come with their own cats." She gave Bo a smile as she crossed butt naked to where the coffee making equipment was. "Coffee?" She asked picking up the kettle.
Possibly for the first time in her life Bo wasn't sure where to look and actually averted her eyes, trying to look anywhere but at the incredibly athletic body on show before her, much to Tamsin's amusement.
"Sorry I didn't think for a minute this would make you uncomfortable." She apologized putting down the kettle and moving back to where there was a neat pile of clothes on the first cushion of the couch. The blonde turned her back to Bo and pulled on the skin tight sleeveless top and sport shorts that were in the pile and then went back to the coffee area. "Coffee?" She asked again.
"How long have you been there?" Bo asked, still feeling completely discombobulated by the whole situation, as she couldn't remember even seeing a cat on the back of the couch when she had done her brief '360' of the room. But then again, she thought to herself, would she have picked up on something as innocuous as a sleeping cat?
"Since I got back from dog boy's, Sorry Detective Thornwoods." Tamsin smiled. "I slipped in to tell you Kenzi was staying there but you were..." She motioned to the bedroom door with her head as she put ingredients into two cups. "And I thought it could wait, after all Dr Lewis has been through, getting some down time with her..." She glanced up through her eyelashes at Bo deliberately not giving a label to their relationship, just leaving the sentence hanging.
Bo again took a moment to process what she was hearing.
"You kept watch, in here for the last two hours?" Bo looked back at her.
"Uh-huh." Tamsin easily let the look drop and refocused on the drinks. "Dr. Lewis is a victim of crime and I'm a police detective." She eased up to stand again, "You're here because you want to be, I'm here because it's my job." She summed up. "I take my job seriously." She added, putting her hand on her hip. "I hope that's not a problem." She tipped her head a little looking at Bo.
"No." Bo shook her head, a slight smirk on her face. "It's just a bit of a surprise that's all." She admitted.
"Cats, we're like that." Tamsin gave Bo a rather unreadable smile as the electric kettle clicked off. "Did you want that coffee?" She asked as she poured hot water into one mug.
"Actually..." Bo's eyes panned back to the slightly open bedroom door. "I think I'm going to go back to my..." She paused. "The term is girlfriend." The succubus took a few steps back in that direction before stopping and turning again to look at the blonde who had seemed to totally have moved on from having to give Bo her attention and was flicking through a fashion magazine that was with the coffee implements. "Thank you." She said sincerely.
"It's no problem, that couch is actually very comfortable and the view of the city is great, especially through the verticals. I promise though no more cat shifting and nakedness." She vowed. "Not without due warning or extreme reason." She added the provisos.
"Oh I don't know, the view wasn't totally terrible." Bo grinned brightly as she moved to and reached for the door handle. "Good night."She added pushing the door only a little way open so that the amount of light that slipped into the bedroom would be minimal.
"Try and get some rest." Tamsin nodded and took a sip of her coffee.
Bo pushed the bedroom door shut and lost the towel as she moved back to the bed, the light from the bathroom, still casting enough light into the room for her to manoeuvre around safely at any rate. Easing down on to the bed she smiled at the fact that as she did so, instantly the blonde in the bed began to attempt to shift onto her side, a sleepy groan escaping from her lips.
"Shush, shush." Bo whispered, lightly grazing her hand over blonde hair as she pressed her lips onto Lauren's forehead. "Don't wake up, I'm right here." She assured her. Carefully she curled herself against the blonde's side, putting her arm across Lauren's stomach and resting her head close to the blondes on the pillow. "I love you."
-x-
Bright blue eyes opened very slowly and then blinked, noticing immediately that the light in the room hadn't really changed even if she was pretty certain time had passed, quite an amount of time. If the stiffness in her limbs was anything to go by it had been hours, but then again she probably wasn't a good judge right now after everything the young woman had been through.
"Good morning." Dyson's warm voice called to Kenzi from obviously not that far away, and as the young woman flopped over onto her back from her side and pushed her hair back off her face looking around, she saw the tall wolf man sitting half reclined in an over padded arm chair that he had pulled over to sit by the bed.
"What no breakfast?" Kenzi gave a cheeky smile as she controlled the blankets and wiggled to sit up.
The young woman was the image of sleep tousled innocence, her blue eyes sleepy and blinking, her hair messy and stuck up in little tufts, her cheeks a little pink.
"We have a breakfast date." Dyson pushed up and out of the chair.
"Ew." Kenzi made the small noise of disgust. "No offence D-man but I like to pre-empt my date with discussions of whether or not the people involved are date material." She folded the comforter neatly at her waist and pinned it down with her elbows, using her hands to straighten out her hair more.
"Not that kind of date." Dyson smiled at her, "Though it's good to know that you don't think I'm good enough for you." He teased lightheartedly. "Breakfast is with Bo." He went on to explain knowing that that would be far more than acceptable to the young woman.
"Oh good." Kenzi bounced a little in the bed. "But I'm in desperate need of a shower and some clean threads." She scratched randomly at her shoulder. "God what is it about you Fae, none of you live in houses with walls." She added looking around again with a smile. This Kenzi was so much more the young, relaxed woman of old, than even she had been just twelve hours earlier, with her quick wit and sharp humour.
"Bo's not at the club house." Dyson turned from where he was heading into the kitchen area causing Kenzi to look over at him with a frown. "There were some developments Kenzi, last night..." He moved back towards the bed, sensing more than seeing the young girl's reaction as the words left his mouth. Her whole body stiffened and her sleepy eyes widened. The scent of fear and anxiety filled the air. "It's okay, nothing happened, as in no one got hurt." He quickly assured her, moving to sit back down on the chair reaching out to put his hand out over her leg on the comforter. "But the club house might not be the best place for you all right now, until this is all sorted." He tried to be as tactful with his wording as he could, but it was hard to do that when the meaning of the words was so obvious.
Pulling her leg out from under his hand, Kenzi drew both of them up to under her chin, wrapping her arms around them resting her head on her knees.
"Fuck." She hissed the word, her tone almost as angry as it was scared. "You know when this first happened I thought for a minute that maybe we'd get lucky and it was just random fluke." She frowned hard as she looked at the wolf. She introduced a slight comforting rock to her whole body as she continued. "But as it went on I knew that it was pretty much a hell in a hand basket thing." Blue eyes looked up at Dyson who was frowning sympathetically at her. "Is here safe?" She asked, her voice tiny.
"Anywhere I am is safe Kenzi. I am here so here is safe." Dyson vowed instantly with hesitation or thought.
Kenzi looked down for a long moment, her blue eyes never still, not even for a moment as they shifted to look all over the comforter.
"I know there is a lot going on right now, but the only thing you need to focus on is that you are safe." Dyson continued to try and comfort her, picking up more and more of her internal conflict. "In fact..." He put a pause on the conversation for a moment as he stood up and moved to a tall wardrobe off in the far corner of the room. He opened the doors and reached up to a high spot, pulling down a small shoebox sized box that he rummaged through for a moment before coming back to his chair again. "This was given to me a very long time ago, at a time when I was very uncertain about the world and my place within it." He leaned forward to rest one elbow on his knee before holding out his hand to her, showing her that resting in his palm was a flat oval crystal. It was a smokey grey colour, with streaks of darker colour running through it. "I want you to have it, to remind you that you are never alone."
"No, I mean I couldn't take your..." Kenzi shook her head as she looked at the old precious stone. "Whatever that is." A soft frown dancing on across her brow. "I mean I know you guys will sort this I just need to..."
"I want you to have it." He smiled softly at her and urged her to take it. "I know it doesn't look like much but the real magic of it is revealed when you hold it up to the light."
Leaning forward Kenzi plucked the oval crystal from the wolf's palm and then eased back down onto the bed. It was cool in her warm hand, and seemed bigger than it had when Dyson was holding it, underlining again to her the differences between them. Holding it carefully between her fingers Kenzi held it up towards the weak light coming through the windows, and had to stifle a surprised gasp of wonder.
Orientating it slightly, to make the picture she could see perfect, Kenzi just gazed as what once had been just lines in the flat stone seemed to transform, becoming the long trunks of trees in a vast forest. Thinner, lighter lines crossed and wove themselves together to create and interlocking canopy above the tall trunks, with a clear clearing of sorts below, and there within the clearing was the smokey image of a wolf. Standing with it's head cocked slightly up, as if alert, a sentinel in the forest, awake, alert and attentive.
"It's...It's..."Kenzi's voice was tiny as she looked between it and Dyson. "Wow." Was all she could come up with.
"It is rare and precious, just as you are Kenzi." Dyson admitted softly. If he was the type to be more open with his feelings, he would have remarked at how the night before had changed him slightly. Given him more of a sense of purpose and focus then he'd had in along time.
It wasn't that the pain he felt in his heart because his mate had fundamentally rejected him wasn't there anymore, but it had dimmed and tempered. He would always love Bo, that was a given, but having his love returned to him now he had also been reminded that his 'love' wasn't Bo's alone. He had love within him for many people; mentors like Trick who were had always been there for him; friends like Hale who were as close to him as any had been outside of his pack mates so long ago; and the unexpected love and pride he felt for the small human curled up in his bed. A woman who might not be Fae, possess any apparent powers, but who was stronger in faith and loyalty then most anyone he had met. A human who had faced down the Norn herself for him, without thought of consequence, without fear of reprisal.
Despite his desire to be the lone wolf, he had realized during the night that he had without design assembled a makeshift pack around him. One that, even if at most times he couldn't be big enough to admit it, included the Doctor. A woman who on one hand was taking his mate away from him, but on another he had to admit loved Bo fiercely. So much so, he doubted he could predict the limits of what she would do for the Succubus. A human, that for so long, he had appraised more as an tool of the Light Fae then a person but he knew in order to continue to be in Bo's life, then he had to readdress his appraisal and recognize the parts of Lauren's character he would rather ignore.
Indeed the quiet of the night before had changed him and he had a renewed sense of self worth. He was going to protect Kenzi, not necessarily for Bo, but because he couldn't bare to see harm come to her. He was going to catch this Reverend, to protect all of the Fae but more purposely to weaken the memory of him from Kenzi's mind and give her back a little of her sense of safety. He was going to never again let himself be overwhelmed by Bo and the Doctor's interactions as he had been in the car, because fundamentally no matter how green with jealousy he was, he didn't want to be seen outwardly as that unstable and selfish. Now that he was whole again, he was going to be the wolf he had wanted to be all those months he had suffered with the Norn's curse.
"Now, let me get you some clean towels. Tamsin already dropped off some clothes for you to change into." He made reference to his new partner, who in reality he'd done little 'work' with so far, but who had already made impressions on him with her thoughtfulness. "Then we can go meet up with Bo and Lauren."
Kenzi watched as the wolf moved to get the things he had mentioned, her fingers closing around the crystal in her hand.
"Dyson." She said her voice a little louder.
"Yes?" He turned to look at her with the small bag of the woman's belonging in his hand.
"I want to see Nate." The words came almost without Kenzi willing them to, and almost it seemed out of no where. They sounded fragile and unsure, probably because they were in both reasoning and sentiment and blue eyes didn't even attempt to meet hazel ones as the words were spoken.
Dyson stood where he was for a long moment, before he gave her a soft almost understanding smile.
"In time we can make that happen if it's what you want." He said honestly.
"I have to know why?" Kenzi explained. "Why he did this to me?" She pulled her arms around her legs again. "To us." She balanced the crystal on it's end on her kneecap. "Before I kick him in the cahonies." The trace of a smile crept onto her lips.
"I'll arrange it when everything else is dealt with." Dyson said the words almost like a promise as he came over closer to the bed. "Kenzi..." He sat down on the bottom edge. "Regardless of the threat to the Fae, he's being charged with being an accessory to kidnapping."
"Charged as in could be locked up?" The idea seemed to come as a complete and utter surprise to the young woman. "I mean I know he messed up, like really messed up" She stressed the word. "But..." She stopped and took a breath. "Wow." She blinked a little and frowned as she looked up at Dyson again. "Who'd have thought arranging for someone to throw a bag over your ex, tie her up and throw her in a van and drive her away to places unknown, would get you in to so much trouble?" She gave a smirk.
"Well believe it or not it is actually illegal." Dyson smirked back at her. "Right now just know he's safe and secure, and finding out first hand what it's like to be kept somewhere you can't get out of."
"Just don't dress him in floral." Kenzi's smile brightened even more and then let her legs stretch out, pointing her toe to poke lightly at Dyson's legs. "Seriously though for a minute wolfy." She looked at him. "Thank you for everything, last night and well, you know." She breathed out and shrugged. "I know it's not easy for you and I know that Bo probably wouldn't have made it easier, not because she wanted to make it harder, but because she couldn't help it." She added. "We have this thing." She smiled more again. "Wow, I'm hungry." She suddenly shifted tracks again as if all the soul search was suddenly too much.
"I was wondering if that growling was your stomach or if I had unwanted underfae hiding under the bed." He winked at her as he stood up. "Get your shower, then we can get going."
-x-
It wasn't that Bo had expected the lab to be different because there wasn't an Ash, well no, maybe she did. In the very least she'd certain expected something to be different about the compound as there was no 'head honcho' as it were. But she was wrong. It was like the whole thing worked on auto pilot some how, like somewhere there was this weird automated system that told everyone where to go, what to do, how to behave, even possibly what to wear.
The usual guards were at the usual posts and the lab was full of the usual technicians, none of whom seem to bat an eyelash when the succubus walked in with a black and blue one armed doctor beside her. If the black and blue bit didn't cause a reaction, Bo had at least expected the fact that she was holding Lauren's 'good' hand in her own to have caused one. It didn't.
Kenzi, Tamsin, Hale and Dyson shadowed their entry, Kenzi having to be prompted with every step, but even so their presence was mostly ignored. Technicians mostly approaching Lauren, seemingly oblivious to Bo and the blonde's injuries, with clipboards and papers full of test results or worst still work to be done.
Finally it all got too much for the succubus who just manoeuvred Lauren through the melee into the nearest side room and when the small entourage had slipped inside she closed the door in a technician's face, succinctly baring anyone else from entering.
"Are we sure those things are Fae and not robots?" Bo stared at the door blinking her face full of open astonishment.
"They are just doing their jobs Bo." Lauren assured her though she took the opportunity to lean against a desk nearby, while yesterday it had been easy to ignore her injuries and push through it all, today was proving to be a bit harder. She hurt everywhere and was having to fight against showing it knowing that if Bo caught on to just how bad she was feeling the whole plan for the day would be written off. Nothing she was feeling was unexpected, indeed she knew her body was working overtime to deal with her injuries and repair what it could, and she had also known the maelstrom of work that was waiting for her. Both related to the case and otherwise, but to be actually faced with it all was in reality a little overwhelming.
"Not all of that can be case related." Supporting the succubus Tamsin moved up beside Lauren and took the paperwork that Bo had put down in a pile on the first available surface. "Anything that isn't isn't important right now can wait." She began to flick through pages.
"Detective Serrin." Hale's tone was stern as he snapped at her. "You don't have the authority to view that paperwork."
"Ticket me." Amber eyes flicked up at him briefly as she continued to sort through the mess of papers. The siren breathed out hard and gave Dyson a quick 'help me' look.
"So why are we here exactly?" Kenzi asked, hopping up to sit on the exam table in the room, swinging her legs back and forth freely. Dressing in tight purple jeans with laces everywhere they shouldn't be, knee high boots with more buckles than leather and a multitude of tight layered tops, the young woman looked so much better than she had the day before. "Breakfast was great and all but came with little to no actually information." She pointed out leaning over to poke at a variety of instruments that were laid out in a small oval tray near the bed.
"Kenz..." Bo moved over closer to her, almost wanting to cut the rest of the group from the two of them for the moment. "There's been some stuff we've found out about the Reverend."
"Stuff that involves Lauren's creeptastic lab?" Kenzi quirked her eyebrow at her best friend and lowered her voice a little, "Which by the way I thought we weren't bringing her to in case they like..." She lowered it even more and moved to pull Bo into something that resembled a football huddle. "Stole her." She whispered before easing back to sit upright but still keep the conversation personal. "What does the old wacko dude have to do with hotpant's and her sterile lab of fun?"
"When Hale and Tamsin searched his house, they found..." Bo's words became hesitant and she gave a soft sigh. "He had a dead frozen shifter Fae in his freezer. That's why we're here, to get the test results, as Lauren is trying to figure out when he was killed and who he was."
"Jim Jones the second had a dead Fae in his freezer?!" Kenzi's squeal made everyone in the room look. "Could I have been Kenzi burger?"
"No, he wasn't eating him." Bo moved to put her hand on the younger woman's arm. "When he started surveillance on you for Nate, he realized that you weren't in with a cult, drugs or a pimp like Nate probably thought but that I was one of the 'demon' people he had been trying to prove existed for most of his entire life. The Fae call him or people like him bug hunters, a human who gets the idea there are things, other beings living among humans and then they obsess about proving they are right."
Kenzi frowned the more Bo explained.
"So what Nate started..." She stopped and then turned to look at Lauren her face going a little ashen. "Oh god did they think Lauren is Fae... were they trying to..." She could feel her mouth dry up. "Did I nearly get Lauren killed?" Kenzi felt her whole body begin to shake.
"No, no." Bo moved even closer, both her hands now on Kenzi's upper arms to hold her. "You didn't do anything." She stressed first trying to get blue eyes to meet hers. "The Reverend had the other car filled with cameras, he was hoping if he drove 'me' off the road I'd do something supernatural that he would catch on tape." She took a soft breath. "None of this is your fault. No one thinks it's your fault."
"Kenzi..." Lauren, like everyone, had tuned into the conversation when the young woman had squealed. "Bo is right, and I firmly believe the Reverend would have run the Camaro off the road whoever was in it, even if you were still kidnapped. None of this is your fault." She reached out her good hand and patted Kenzi's smaller hand, really wanting her to understand that she didn't blame the brunette in any capacity for her state.
"I can't breathe." Kenzi moved the hand that Lauren wasn't holding and waved it in front of her face as her vision went a little dark, her lungs seeming to tighten as her mind wound itself in tight circles over the idea that all of this had put everyone she loved in danger, more than that everyone was still in danger. The Reverend was still out there still, after Bo and anyone he associated with her. "Can't breathe." She squeaked again as her throat and chest grew tighter.
"Bo, move please." Lauren made the request at the same time that she was lightly pushing the succubus out of the way. With her good hand she reached up and around to Kenzi's neck and guided her down to lie on the exam table she had so conveniently perched on. "Put her legs up please." Her instructions to Bo were precise and calm as she reached up down into a drawer and came up with a small pillow which she put under the brunette's head as Bo dealt with moving her legs. "Elevate them."
With her hand on Kenzi's pulse point, Lauren could tell that it was just the culmination of all the psychological and physical stress that the young woman had gone through that had caused this 'overload' for lack of a better assessment. With quick precision she reached up and turned on the oxygen gauge, struggling for a moment being one handed, to take off the plastic wrap on the already prepped mask.
"Bo, unwrap this please and put it in place." Lauren for the first time turned from her patient, though she kept one eye almost on the Succubus to make sure she was able to finish the small task. "Tamsin, did you find Kenzi's report in there?" She held out her hand almost expecting it to be handed to her.
For a moment the officer shuffled through pages again before she took a small package of papers that were stapled together, stuck them hastily in a clip board and handed it to the Doctor.
"Just try to slow your breathing." With the clipboard in hand, Lauren's voice was soothing and comforting as she urged Kenzi to relax more. Her expert skills letting her scan over the results in record time and make an evaluation of the many numbers and values on the pages. "You're having a mild panic attack, it is completely common and expected." She put the clipboard aside finally.
Surprised at the fact that things actually seemed to improve with the oxygen, Kenzi focused like the blonde asked her to feeling the tension that had existed across her chest ease rather quickly.
"What else can I do?" The succubus was anxious pacing by the side of the bed.
"Hold her hand." Lauren instructed as she moved her hand back to check the pulse point at Kenzi's throat, leaving everyone in relatively silent anticipation for what she was going to say or do next. The Succubus diligently held onto Kenzi's hand, stroking the back of it with her thumb, cursing the Reverend in her head for everything he had put her bestie through.
Observing that the young woman's respiration rate was returning to a normal level and that her heart rate had dropped considerably, she started to relax more and gave Bo a reassuring smile.
"Kenzi, I just want you to relax and listen to me okay." Lauren leaned a little down so that the brunette only had to turn her head. "Nothing happening to you right now is unusual or unexpected, your blood shows that you were given high doses of sedatives and smaller doses of anti-psychotics. The sedatives would be from a class of drugs call benzodiazepines, and they were mixed with a cocktail of anti-psychotics when you clearly didn't need them. Extreme anxiety is common and somewhat expected when you go from having high doses to nothing suddenly." She gave Bo a quick glance to see that the Succubus was hanging on her every word. "I can either prescribe another small dose of sedative to deal with the attack, or we can try to deal with the attacks by limiting your stress levels until your body adjusts." She gave her a soft smile. "Of course the latter means you saying right here on oxygen and resting, and of course I will want more blood tests to monitor you either way."
"No drugs." Kenzi shook her head,her voice muffled by the mask.
"Resting with oxygen sounds perfect." Bo added quickly moving her other hand to smooth over dark hair. "There's nothing to stress about here Kenz, you're safe, everyone is, and none of this is because of you." The succubus assured her, unknowingly Bo's breathing had slipped to match the young raven haired woman's.
"Then let me get a better pillow and a blanket to make you more comfortable." Lauren let her hand sweep over Kenzi's forehead, both to check that she didn't have a temperature and out of want to soothe her. After all the last person she blamed for her current state of injury was Kenzi, and it pained her that the young woman could even for a panicked moment believe otherwise. She slipped out leaving the three officers to literally be left staring at their shoes.
"Lauren is right, it's not your fault." Bo underlined again, almost wishing she could will Kenzi to really believe the words.
"It is, Nate did this, and I brought Nate into our lives." Though the wave of panic had subsided the general heavy feeling pressing down on the young woman remained. "But until this is over, it's not important. Stopping Freezer Bob the Raving Rev is." She moved her free hand as if to remove the mask on her face.
"That stays in place remember?" Bo reached up to stop her and when she finally got Kenzi to stop fussing with the mask she moved her hand to cup the younger woman's cheek as much as she could. "Kenzi, listen to me, this is not your fault. All of us have just been caught up in this man's obsession to know about the Fae, even Nate." She made the slight proviso wanting more than anything for Kenzi not to blame herself. "What he did was wrong, because if he thought you were in trouble with me he should have talked to you or just gone to the police but I don't believe for a second Nate meant to put you or any of us in life threatening danger. The only one at fault here is the Reverend, I want you to believe that, because I do." She gave her best friend a soft look of resolution.
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