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Chapter 3 – End of the Night

It had been a good night, a great night even. Kenzi and Bo had danced and drank like neither of them had a care in the world, while the rest of the gang happily observed from the sidelines. Lauren and Dyson were getting along, and had even played a few games of pool before they fell into a heated Fae-related debate that was refereed by a good-humored Trick. Tamsin attempted to be apart of the group for a while, but she was ultimately sidetracked by a handsome stranger whom she convinced to buy her drinks all night. Kenzi's only disappointment associated with the night was that Hale was too busy with his Ash duties to have any real fun with them. She couldn't help but miss her friend.

He did, however, find time to apologize to her moments after she had arrived at the Dal. His apology was heartfelt and sincere; she believed him when he told her how horrible he felt when he learned about what had happened to her. Furthermore, he felt guilty for having her removed from his office when she was only looking for his help. She forgave him easily enough, mainly because she was tired of apologies. After Bo, Dyson, and Tamsin had come to her rescue, the only thing they were able to communicate was how sorry they were for letting this happen.

She knew that her friends were sorry, but apologies couldn't change what had happened. She wished that they could.

By the time last call had come around, it was past 2 a.m. and the only people left in the bar were Kenzi, Dyson, Tamsin, Tamsin's new boy toy, Trick, and a few intoxicated stragglers. Lauren and Bo had decided to call it a night at around midnight after Kenzi grew tired of their flirting and urged the lovers to go and enjoy Bo's night off. Girls' night had come to an end, but Kenzi was too busy listening to the surprisingly entertaining adventures of a young Trick and a bottle of the smoothest vodka to be bothered by her friend's departure. She was just finishing her last drink when Dyson's tall form settled into the stool next to hers. She turned her small body towards him with a knowing smirk present on her face.

"Did Tamsin kick your ass at pool again?" she asked.

"She did not kick my ass. If you're asking if she won the very close game we were playing, then the answer is yes, she did," he responded. Kenzi smiled and patted him comfortingly on the back.

"Don't worry, D-Man. You'll get her next time," she said, laughing at her friend's sullen attitude.

"Very funny. You need a ride home?"

"Yes sir! A ride home would be splendid!" She exclaimed, hopping off of the stool and then swaying slightly on her feet. After quickly steadying herself she looked up only to find an amused Dyson staring down at her.

"You okay there? Do I need to carry you to the car?" he asked.

"Pfft! As if! It takes a lot more to take the Kenzi down. Russian blood, remember?" she said, leaning against the bar incase she lost her balance again. She wasn't quite drunk, but she wasn't far off from that point either.

"Yeah, how could I forget?" He looked towards the other end of the bar where Tamsin was sitting with her man of the night.

"Do you think she needs a ride?" he asked. Kenzi turned to look at the pair who was now sitting even closer together than they were an hour ago.

"Judging by his hand placements, I would say no," she answered.

"Right. You ready to go, milady?" he asked, holding his arm out for her to take. She raised a single eyebrow in response.

"Are you sure you're not drunk?" she asked, but took his arm anyways. He only laughed in response.

The drive home was spent in a comfortable silence as Kenzi let the pleasant feeling left over from the night wash over her. It was exactly the type of night that she needed to pull from the darkness that she had felt herself spiraling towards over the past week. Of course, the expensive alcohol that she had consumed may have had something to do with her good mood, but she decided that she would just enjoy the feeling instead of questioning it. She felt a smile takeover her features as she let the wind from the rolled down window rush over her face, but her serene moment was interrupted when she felt Dyson's eyes studying her. She looked over to find him with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Something on your mind?" she asked, shifting her body so that it was now facing him. Dyson remained silent for a few moments before speaking.

"I'm just wondering if you're okay," he said, his worried eyes focused intently on the road ahead of them. Kenzi sighed heavily before shifting back towards the open window.

"Like I've told you and Bo and everybody else pretty much a bazillion times over the last week, I'm fine. Totally fine. And now I'm just kind of confused as to why you guys won't believe me."

"Well, you shut yourself away in your room for a week and I'm pretty sure you never changed out of your pajamas," he replied, glancing over at her.

"So? A week of self-imposed exile really isn't that big of a deal, and I'm sorry, but I just needed a few days to get my thoughts together after that thing happened. Actually, a stay-cation might do you some good, you know? It's very therapeutic," she said, flipping a piece of the strawberry-blonde wig over her shoulder.

"I'll keep that in mind. So, you're okay then?"

"Yup. Absolutely," she said. Dyson nodded his response as the car was once again filled with quiet.

Neither of them said another word for the rest of the short time it took to get to the crack den, but Kenzi was too lost in her own conflicting thoughts to notice. She found herself thinking about her time in the cave, and how Inari would taunt her by claiming that none of her friends cared about the annoying human that she was. She knew that none of what Inari said was true, but she couldn't stop her own hidden insecurities from creeping their way onto the surface of her mind. These insecurities told her that Bo and Dyson would be better off without having to worry about her all of the time, and that she didn't belong in their world. So when her friends expressed their worry for her, she was happy to see that those thoughts were in fact ridiculous, but now she wished that they would stop the worrying so that she could move on with her life.

By the time they had arrived, Kenzi had pushed those thoughts away and instead decided to focus on continuing the good mood she was in. This included convincing Dyson that he should come and watch a movie with her, because she wasn't anywhere near tired as a result from her skewed sleeping schedule. And Dyson, being so thoroughly wrapped around Kenzi's finger, agreed in a second.

"Okay, so why don't you go pick something on Netflix while I go change? Oh, and if you love me you'll make popcorn," said Kenzi as she and Dyson entered the living area of the crack den. She had already pushed him towards the kitchen and ran to her room before he could respond.

She quickly changed into her favorite pajama pants, a black tank top, and her comfiest pair of thick socks. She removed the blonde wig and pulled her long, black hair into a messy bun before wiping her face clean of any makeup. She stopped to study herself in the mirror instead of returning to the living room right away, and she was slightly taken aback by her reflection. Without her usual layer of makeup, she noticed that her already fair skin was paler than usual, and there were visible dark circles underneath her eyes. She shook her head and turned away from the mirror, unhappy with what she was seeing, but with no time to do anything about it.

She made her way back to the living room and smiled to herself when she heard the sound of popcorn popping in the microwave. She found that Dyson had chosen a comedy from the eighties that she had never seen, and had queued it up before going into the kitchen area.

"Let the D-Man and Kenzi movie night begin!" she said as she plopped herself down on the couch. Dyson had just poured the popcorn into a bowl and was heading towards the couch to join her.

"You are far too upbeat right n—" he began, but his sentence was suddenly cut short when he spotted a dressed down Kenzi on the couch. She curiously looked up at him when he made no attempt to finish his statement only to find him staring at her with a strange expression on his handsome face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, suddenly put on edge by the look in Dyson's eyes. Her question seemed to stir him from whatever had preoccupied his thoughts. He lowered his gaze and cleared his throat before answering.

"You just look…different, I guess," he said as he settled in beside her.

"It's called no makeup, genius. You're such a guy sometimes," she said, grabbing the bowl of popcorn from him, "Now let's get to the movie."

Kenzi was happy to find that the movie was actually really funny, and she and Dyson laughed through most of it. Well, she laughed while Dyson chuckled in that manly way of his. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but the sound made her heart skip a beat every time she heard it.

When the movie ended Kenzi still wasn't ready for sleep, but Dyson needed to be at the station in a few short hours. So Kenzi agreed to end her fun night and attempt to normalize her sleeping hours.

"Do you mind if I crash on your couch? I don't feel like driving all the way back to my place," Dyson said as Kenzi got to her feet.

"Sure, just let me go get some blankets."

"Don't worry about it. I have to be up in a few hours anyways."

"Okay good, because we don't have any extra blankets so I was just going to grab some from Bo's bed. I'm not sure if you would've appreciated sleeping in Bo and Lauren's love essence," she said. Dyson laughed softly as he began untying his boots.

"Thanks for your concern."

"That's what I'm here for," she said, "Well you should be getting to sleep so I'll just leave you to it. Goodnight Dyson." She was just turning to head to her room when Dyson called her back. She was once again met with a concerned look in his eyes, and dreaded what she knew was coming next.

"Look, I know you said you're fine, but if you ever need to talk about what happened, I'm here for you. I'm worried about you and I just want you to be okay," he said, looking up at her. It took Kenzi a moment to respond as she attempted to gain control over the sudden anger that overtook her. She rubbed her hands roughly over her face before crossing her arms over chest. Dyson involuntarily jerked away from the look in her eyes, but her expression was not the only cause for this reaction. He may have been imagining it, but he could've sworn that Kenzi's eyes had briefly become a light, amber brown before returning to their light blue color.

"Okay? You want me to be okay? Maybe I would be okay if everyone just stopped asking me if I was okay?" she asked, the volume of her voice steadily rising.

"We're just worried about you, Kenz," he replied, standing and taking a step towards her. She took a step back.

"Well, that's great, but you guys being worried and sorry now doesn't really do much to change the fact that I was kidnapped by a psychotic body-snatcher. And it definitely doesn't change the fact that it took you guys two days to figure out that something was wrong,"

"Kenzi—"

"And what about you, wolf? Can't that nose of yours find just about anything, anywhere? I was waiting for you," she said. By now her eyes had begun to fill with tears.

"Ever since we switched bodies, I've felt like we have a deeper understanding of each other. Sometimes I even feel like you know me better than Bo does. I just knew that you would know that something was up, and that Inari was an imposter. But you didn't," she finished, angrily wiping away the tears that had fallen. Before Dyson has a chance to respond, Kenzi continued.

"Why was she in your bed when she died?" she asked. Dyson is surprised by the sudden question. He couldn't remember sharing that information with Kenzi. In fact, he had purposely withheld it from her.

"How did you know about that?"

"Lauren told me. She also told me that she was only wearing one of your shirts. How did that even happen? And how could you get that close to her and still not know that she wasn't me?" she asked. Dyson doesn't answer for a few moments as he is contemplating the right way to answer her question. He searches her watery eyes for a clue that will tell him what she wants to hear, but he finds nothing but curiosity.

"I was still disoriented from Tamsin's power. I wasn't really all there," he finally answers.

Kenzi doesn't know what she wanted him to say, but she can tell from the way her heart had just dropped into her stomach that this wasn't it. She studied him for one more long moment before finally turning to head towards her bedroom. She was suddenly exhausted.

Author's Note 2: I just want to tell you guys that Kenzi is not turning into a wolf shifter. I know that's how it looks, but I'm not going in that direction for this fic. Anyways, please review!