Chapter 25:

-Tamsin's POV-

I headed into the cave. I put my hands on my hips.

"Tamsin, it's good to see you." Hector said as he moved out of the darkness.

I smirked, "I get that a lot, thanks."

"How goes it?"

"It goes. Bo and Kenzi are stubborn. As you assumed Sly is going to go after her. And-"

"Tamsin, I knew I'd find you here." Dyson's voice came from behind me.

I glanced back at him and laughed. "Dyson's on board now."

"Welcome to the team," Hector muttered. "I suggest you both handle Bo and Kenzi. Be discrete. If they're suspicious this won't work. We still need them."

"That's what you keep telling me. Kenzi is useless."

"I wouldn't say she's useless," Dyson laughed, "she's pretty amusing the way she thinks she loves Hadley."

Hector laughed. "It is. She needs to keep thinking it though because she's got a big part to play."

-Kenzi's POV-

"So Tamsin and Dyson, really aren't going to help?" Sly asked.

Bo and I looked at each other. Tamsin had been adamant, but Dyson's absence had caught us off guard. Bo, Sly and I spent the day following leads, but in the end the trial went cold. We were heading home when we got a call from Tamsin. Apparently they had found a body in a club in the slums. When we got there Tamsin told us that the manager had only just found the body after an employee complained about the smell and not being able to open the door the night before.

I grimaced at the sight of the body.

"Definitely, her handy work" Sly confirmed grimly.

Tamsin glanced at him and smirked, "still wanna go after her?"

"Yes, because if we don't she'll keep doing this." Bo said sternly. "What's going on with you Tamsin?"

"Nothing, I'm just not a fan of going on suicide missions."

She turned away and headed out of the storage room. Bo followed after her. I frowned that wasn't going to go well. Dyson cleared his throat.

"I would hate to admit it, but I'll be honest I'm starting to agree with Tamsin."

I stepped out in front of Dyson and poked him in the chest.

"What do you mean you agree with Tamsin? Last time I checked you two were homicide Detectives not Girl Scouts of America."

Dyson glared own at me.

I went on, "a Homicide Detective's job is to investigate homicides and find the killer."

"You want us to find her and arrest her? Charge her with murder in the first degree then?"

"No, I want you to find her and fix her."

Dyson laughed, "Kenzi, you don't know her. Who's to say there is any fixing to be done? For all we know she was always like this."

I grimaced. I stepped away from him. Crossing my arms I simply looked at him. Sly growled reminding us he was still there. He shook his head. He marched up to Dyson and grabbed his shirt. Dyson pushed Sly off. Sly's eyes went blue for a moment, but instead he pushed past Dyson and out of the storage room.

-Bo's POV-

I followed Tamsin. I called after her but she ignored me. She headed off into the alley. I jogged to catch up to her. When I grabbed her hand, she glared back at me. I drew my lips together watching her full of confusion. She snatched her hand from me.

"Tamsin what the hell is up with you? I thought we were pass the pissing each other off part and on to the relationship part."

"Relationships are all about pissing each other off Bo. If you don't, you clearly don't care."

"Pissing each other off is one thing; disagreeing and trying to constantly keep me from doing things that put me in danger is another. You told me you weren't like Dyson... And Lauren, but here you are following in their footsteps."

She laughed. "Really Bo? You're going to go there. Don't compare me to them. I'm nothing like them."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "What makes you so different from them?"

"My Valkyrie chose you Bo, and that's why I love you, but I never tried to force that choice on you like Dyson tried to with his wolf. I've done things for you and I've never tried to remind you daily like Lauren."

"Your Valkyrie chose me? What does that even mean Tamsin?"

"It means—it… You're all that's out there for me Bo. I don't get a second shot at love. You're all I've got."

"That's—what else aren't you telling me?"

Tamsin shook her head, "I don't remember… I…"

She placed a hand on her head. I reached for her. She looked up at me—her ace had darkened. She stood straight approaching me. I raised my hands in the air.

"Tamsin—what are you doing?"

"She was fighting." Her mouth said. "Now she's not."