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Author's Note: Twenty reviews. TWENTY REVIEWS. Twenty reviews. What is air? Seriously. You guys are amazing human beings and I love you all. This includes all of the people who followed/favorited this story as well.

Anyways, this chapter is kind of boring because nothing really happens, but I wanted you guys to see where Dyson stands in this story. Next chapter will be juicier

Chapter 2 – Beautiful Stranger

Dyson was sitting at the bar, waiting for his drink when Bo and Lauren strode into the Dal, both with wide smiles on their faces and hands intertwined. Bo did a quick scan of the room, as she usually did, before her eyes found Dyson. She nodded her head in silent greeting before Lauren pulled her in the direction of a recently vacated table near where Hale and Tamsin were finishing a game of pool. He watched the happy couple for a few moments more before he turned back to the bar.

Ever since Kenzi got his love back from the Norn, Dyson's feelings towards Bo have been more confusing than he could imagine. He knew that he loved her, as he had felt the familiar tug on his heart that he associated with the feeling. However, the love that he felt for her now was much different than the all-consuming, passionate love that he had felt for the Succubus before his fated trip to the Norn. Before then, he had chosen Bo as his mate because she made him feel things that he had never felt before, and after 1500 years, he assumed that was reason enough to believe that he had finally found the love of his life. He hadn't once felt that way towards her since his love had been restored. Even when Bo and Lauren had decided to take a chance at a real relationship, Dyson did not feel the powerful jealousy that he'd expected from his wolf. In fact, his wolf barely reacted at all, which is very strange considering Bo was technically his mate.

At first, he thought that maybe the Norn had tricked Kenzi and instead kept his love, but he knew the moment he opened that bottle that he had his heart back. He hadn't felt so empty anymore. The first thing he wanted to do was see Bo, and just feel the love take him over like it used to. But that didn't happen.

The love he felt for Bo now was more similar to the feelings he would have towards a member of his pack, or a very dear friend, and he was still trying to figure out how that could be.

Once again, Dyson turned towards his former lover and saw that she and Lauren had stood and joined Tamsin at the pool table. It looked as if either Tamsin had won, or Hale had become too distracted by the cute brunette he was currently chatting up. He smiled faintly at the group, and even though he wouldn't go so far as to call Tamsin or Lauren his friends, he was beginning to warm up to the idea. His smile quickly faded when he thought about what was missing from this picture, or more specifically, who was missing.

It had been over a week since they found Kenzi in that cave, and it had been that long since she had set foot outside her place. Needless to say, Dyson was worried. He's been a cop for more than a few years and he knew that victims of kidnapping were at risk for post traumatic stress, and with Bo distracted by the Dawning, he wasn't sure that Kenzi was getting the support that she needed. He had gone to visit her several times to see how she was doing, but she always stopped him at the door and sent him on his way with a forced smile and weak excuse.

Every time she closed that door on him, Dyson's worry for Kenzi grew a little more, and so did his wolf's uneasiness. His wolf had been protective of Kenzi ever since the incident with the foot soup, and that protectiveness had only escalated after Kenzi's visit to the Norn. The longer that Kenzi stayed hidden from the world, the more his wolf needed to be around her.

His wolf's behavior towards Kenzi had become another source of confusion for Dyson since his love had been reinstated. Ever since that moment, his wolf's levels of loyalty and affection towards the small human had risen substantially. These feelings were particularly strange, as Dyson had never heard of a shifter's wolf reacting so strongly towards someone that wasn't a mate, or someone that wasn't Fae. Dyson couldn't help but notice that his own feelings towards Kenzi had changed as well.

Over the past couple of years that he'd known her, Kenzi had become one of his closest and most trusted friends, but recently, his feelings towards her have leaned further on the side of more-than-friendly. He wasn't quite sure when this happened, and there is the possibility that he had been blind to these feelings because of his confusion over Bo, but his experience with Inari had changed everything.

He'll never forget the pure, unadulterated fear that shot through his body as the gun went off. He had to watch as the life slowly faded from her silver eyes, her body going limp in his arms as dark blood poured from her mouth and nose. The look in her eyes as she collapsed on the bed was one filled with a deep sadness that brought him too his knees. He remembered waiting for her to change form as he kneeled over her small body, the fear taking over his body. When Kenzi's dead face continued to stare up at him he dialed Lauren's number with shaking hands. As he waited through those long, agonizing moments before the doctor made it to his loft, he could no longer ignore what he felt for the human who had snuck her way into his newly revived heart. If Kenzi had died by his hands, there would've been no future left for him. The relief he felt when Lauren had declared the body he held in his arms an imposter was incomparable to any emotion he had felt in the entirety of his long life.

It had been over a week since that horrifying event, and he was nowhere near to figuring out his new feelings, nor was he successful in calming his wolf down. The only thing he did know was that he needed to make sure that Kenzi was okay.

Dyson was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Bo shout from the other side of the room.

"Kenzi!"

He turned his head towards the entrance and that's when he saw her, but it wasn't the sight he was expecting. Instead of the long ebony hair, heavy eye makeup, and eccentric wardrobe that he had become accustomed too on his friend, he found her with strawberry-blonde hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders, modest makeup, and a simple black dress complete with sky high black pumps. She was beautiful, but not Kenzi. The moment that Bo had yelled out Kenzi's name, the small group had ceased all activity and directed all of their attention towards her. Even Hale seemed to have forgotten all about his flirtations in order to catch sight of his friend. Kenzi smiled and waved softly at the group before refocusing her attention towards the bar. Her eyes met Dyson's almost instantly before she began walking in his direction. He stood to meet her as she approached him, his heart hammering in his chest and his wolf pacing with excitement. As soon as she was close enough he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, breathing in the comfort that her scent provided.

"I missed you too, D-Man," Kenzi said as she wrapped her small arms around his waist. He gave her one final squeeze before stepping back.

"It's good to see you, Kenz. Come on, let me buy you a drink."

"Oh, you know me so well. Top shelf?" she replied as she hopped up onto a stool, waving at Trick who was busy with a customer at the end of the bar. He nodded at her with a smile spreading over his face.

"Anything you want," replied Dyson, settling into the stool next to her. He tugged gently on one of the blonde locks resting on her thin shoulder.

"I haven't seen one of these in awhile," he said. Kenzi turned slightly to face him, a small smirk present on her lips.

"I thought I'd play a little dress up tonight, be someone else for bit."

"Well you look great, but I like the original Kenzi look, too." He saw a strange look briefly pass through her eyes, but she recovered quickly.

"Aw, you're sweet," she said, reaching out a hand to pat him gently on the cheek. His heart stuttered in his chest and he had to refrain from nuzzling his face into her small hand. They were interrupted when Trick approached them with a very expensive bottle of vodka. Kenzi's eyes lit up at the sight.

"Did I hear the lady say something about top shelf?"

"You sure did, Trickster! Yay!" she exclaimed as she began to pour herself and Dyson a shot.

"You're looking a lot better than the last time I saw you. How are you feeling, Kenzi?" he asked, concerned.

"About to be lots better," she said before throwing back the shot. He chuckled slightly as Kenzi slammed the shot glass down on the counter.

"Good to hear. Let me know if you need anything. And you," he said pointing at Dyson, "keep an eye on her, will you?"

"You got it," Dyson replied. Trick nodded and returned to helping his customers. Dyson turned back to the small woman at his side.

"How are you feeling, Kenz?" he asked, his tone laced with worry. She finished pouring herself another shot before she looked up into Dyson's concerned face. He once again saw that strange look take over her lovely face before she shook it off and replaced it with a bright smile.

"Benji, this is the first time I've been out all week, I look smokin' hot, and I've got a glorious bottle of the smoothest vodka sitting in front of me. I'd say I'm doing pretty good. Now, are you planning on taking that shot or am I going to have to do it for you?"

Dyson waited a moment before answering her. He studied her face and found that despite her bright smile there was something hidden behind her eyes that only increased his worry. He knew that Kenzi was a survivor, and that she was strong, but he couldn't help but wonder if that strength was beginning to fail. Finally, he smiled down at Kenzi, grabbed the shot glass, and threw it back.

"Good boy. Now, D-Man, what've I missed this week? Any new developments for Team Dyson?" Kenzi asked, motioning towards Bo who seemed to be too caught up with the doctor to notice that her friend had yet to join her for girls' night. Dyson was just about to answer her when someone clearing his throat interrupted him. The two turned towards the noise to see Hale, looking sheepishly between the two.

"Hey 'lil momma. Got a sec?" he asked. Kenzi hesitated for only a few seconds before she nodded and hopped off of the stool.

"Sure."

Dyson watched as Hale led her to the end of the bar, out of his earshot. He was curious about what Hale had to say to Kenzi that was so serious that he didn't want Dyson to hear. Like Kenzi, tonight was the first time Dyson had seen Hale outside of business related visits. When Dyson told Hale about Inari and what she did to Kenzi, Hale had been visibly upset, but there was something else he had noticed about his friend after he finished telling the story: guilt.

"So, I see Emily the Strange has finally wandered out of hiding," he hears Tamsin say.

He looks away from Hale and Kenzi to see Tamsin on the other side of him, leaning casually on the bar.

"Be nice," he replies, his stern tone letting her know that he won't be tolerating any snarky comments regarding Kenzi.

"Hey, calm down," she said, "I helped save her, remember?" Instead of replying, Dyson turned his attention back to Hale and Kenzi, just in time to see the Siren hug the small human and then head towards the exit. Kenzi walked back towards Dyson and Tamsin, and grabbed the bottle of vodka along with the two shot glasses.

"I'm going to take this over there," she said, nodding her head in the direction of Bo's table, "It's time to start our much needed girls' night." Dyson followed her with his eyes as she made her way towards Bo and Lauren.

"Kenzi's Bo's heart, but what is she to you?" asked Tamsin, watching the myriad of emotions that danced across Dyson's face as he watched the small human.

"Excuse me?" he asked, finishing the last of his drink.

"You've been on edge all week and I know you've gone to see her during your lunch breaks for the past few days. Is something else going on that might be distracting you?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but no, nothing is going on. Kenzi is a friend. A good friend."

"Fine," Tamsin replies, pushing away from the bar, "Pool?"

Dyson glanced in Kenzi's direction just as she, Bo, and Lauren began laughing at some unknown joke.

"You're on."

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