Disclaimer: None of the lost girl characters are mine - I just like to play with them sometimes. Enjoy the next installment.

Cyrus went home snarling – he needed to talk to someone who would comprehend his need to plot. His desire for blood and revenge were clouding his vision. He arrived home to find Tenia waiting for him. "Where are they and when can we go there?" He snarled, "The succubus showed up with the Ash's doctor, not her pet or the wolf." Tennia growled, "what went wrong? I was told the serum would make the succubus uncontrollably angry.

Cyrus sat down, tired and cranky, "Oh she was. I hadn't counted on other fae traitors who cared for the human runt. As I understand it, the succubus beat the human pretty good, but somehow the wolf got in the way and protected the human. She didn't hurt Dyson at all. It needs to be stronger, get the witch to make more."

Tenia rolled her eyes, "The witch? You mean that dangerous bitch you have locked in our basement? Tell me, what do you think Dyson will do to you if he finds out you've kept his sister in chains for a century? I am certain the human would be left behind and you could capture her then. Steal the pet and the masters will come for her. Hell you'll be able to kill Dyson in front of her and then the human is mine to kill when you've caught the others."

Cyrus looked at her for a moment, "get a stronger dose of the elixir." He stood up and stalked out of the room. He was tired of everyone right now and simply needed to think.

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Lauren and Bo reached the ash's compound within about 15 minutes of her initial interaction with Kenzi. Lauren reached over and put her hand on Bo's knee. "This is not your fault. Can you tell me when you first got angry? Or tell me how you've been feeling since your shot?" Bo shrugged, "Irritated, cranky, kind of itchy like I want to …I don't know… hit something, hurt someone, somehow take so much it hurt. It's been better since we left the Dal. GOD! I cannot believe I hurt Kenzi. She is never gonna trust me again. I need to call and find out if she's ok." Then, as if a switch was flipped, she stiffened. "She's probably with Dyson still. I cannot believe she slept with him, well yeah I guess I can, they've been sniffing around each other forever."

Lauren reached over and squeezed her knee again, "Bo, can you tell me what just happened there? You went from sounding upset to sounding pissed off." Bo shrugged, "I guess that is exactly what happened. I was mad at myself for hurting her, then it felt like a pain in the ass to have someone so fragile around. Lauren, Kenzi is my sister you have to fix this!"

"Ok sweetie, I need to draw some blood so we can figure out what was given to you." Lauren was able to keep Bo calm and focused, but anytime the blond doctor left the succubus she ended up in a fight or feeding. The Ash was going to catch wind of this if Lauren didn't figure something out soon.

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Still sitting in Trick's small apartment Dyson was with Kensi. They'd gone up and had a couple of shots, but it was easy to see that Kensi was not alright. He was presently trying to talk her into going home with him. She was leaning against his chest feeling sore, upset, and yet all of it was very far away so long as Dyson had his arms around her in the peace of Trick's room. He kissed the top of her head, "ready to head home?"Kensi stiffen ever so slightly before relaxing again, "sure, whenever you're ready." He laid his head lightly on hers, "why did you stop me from intervening when Bo was hurting you?"

Kensi took a deep breath and let it out slowly, she squirmed around till she could look up and see Dyson's face. She'd been having an easier and easier time reading him, but she still felt like she could only do it, and really understand him when she could see him. "you are the two most important people in my life in like, ever. I don't want you fighting under any circumstances and fighting about me is just a …a… no. Don't you see? I guess it feels like you are super protective, I know you think I can't hear when you warn other fae away from me, but I can. A fight between you and Bo just can't happen. Ok?"

He thought carefully about the rambling words, he noticed her begin to move a little frantically, and kissed the top of her head. "I gotta translate all those words into what you are trying to tell me, so gimme a second Kens." He held her tightly and said, "I guess I understand where you're coming from, but Kensi you are too important to me to allow someone to hurt you. Even if it's Bo, but you know I wouldn't hurt her any more than I needed to she could handle to make her stop. I need to protect you, it's instinct mo leannan." His accent always made her feel warm and cozy like a fire was lit somewhere beneath their skin. "You have no idea what you do to me." She sighed back against him. Dyson kissed her shoulder gently and moved her; he couldn't help but chuckle, "What exactly did I just do to heat you up?" Kensi buried her face in his chest, "it's your accent, and whatever it was you called me." He chuckled, "thank gods I'm a Scot then. Let's go home, my home; I'm not letting you out of my sight for a while."

Kensi sighed and winced a little, but much less than she had been. "A shot with Hale and home?" Dyson raised an eyebrow, "how about just home? And some of that practice we were discussing earlier." She smiled and butted her head into his chest, "yeah, I'm good with that; home sounds delightful." Dyson wrapped his arm around his small lady and led her through the bar. They stopped to say goodbye to Trick. The small man smiled at her, "How are you feeling Kens?" She smiled tiredly at him, "I'm ready to slip into bed." Dyson nodded at him, "I'll see you tomorrow. I would like the rest of our evening, day, maybe lifetime to be peaceful and quiet." Trick laughed, "Wouldn't we all. Take care of her;" Dyson smiled, "of course."

They waved at Hale who was chatting up a couple of sylphs; Kensi stopped just this side of the door. She looked over her shoulder at Dyson – "I have a bad feeling D." He reached around her and cracked the door so he could get a whiff of outside, left the door quietly cracked and waited. He smelled something, another wolf, but it couldn't be. "We can't wait here all night – we either head back in or face whatever's out there. Which do you want to do?" Kensi asked. "Eventually, we have to head out there. How about a compromise, we let Hale and Trick know it feels like there's danger and they can back us up." Dyson kissed the top of her head.

Kensi tilted her head to the side, squinted a little, and suddenly looked confused; D waited while Kensi, in a very tentative voice, said, "why am I suddenly smelling something nasty? Like wet fur and… a nasty musk…" Dyson looked down at her quickly, "do you sense anything else?" She scrunched up her nose, "The bar is a little loud but I'd say there's at least four people out there and they smell bad." D lifted her chin, and kissed her tenderly, "go get the attention of Hale and Trick. I don't want to move from here – it's not safe."

She nodded and ran very quickly back into the bar. She walked in, and instantly zeroed in on Hale, he smelled spicy with a hint of bitter. It was really weird. She managed to slide between people with unusual ease. Walking up to him she tapped on his shoulder she whispered, "front door, now. please." With no further comment she walked up to the side of the bar where Trick went in and out. She stepped behind the bar, something she'd never done in front of anyone and said, "Trick, there's a small problem out front. Just thought you should know." She started to slip away, but Trick grabbed her wrist. She instantly noticed that he smelled of power, she couldn't describe it but there was inexplicably something that felt fatherly in his scent. "Trickster man, I gotta get back to Dyson, he's waiting for me." Trick grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes, his widened in surprise and he let her go. She said, "Thanks," and took off for the front door with an animal's grace.

Trick's eyes watched the front of the bar where Kensi had headed to; something was happening to her. He called on one of his waiters and alerted those who were trusted to keep the peace. There wasn't exactly security at the Dal, but there were a handful of people he utterly trusted; however, Dyson was at the top of the list and he needed to talk to him now.

Kensi was back at Dyson's side with amazing quickness. Hale was already waiting with him; "I let Trick know there's a problem – so do we head out or what?" He nodded at her and took her hand, his eyes flashed amber for a moment and he pushed the door open. There was nothing immediately suspicious, but when he looked down at Kensi her nose was all scrunched up. "The smell is worse out here it's like moldy fur." He squeezed her hand. They began chatting as they walked to the car, when suddenly they were surrounded by 4 men, all dark fae, all wolves. Dyson looked around at all of them, "There something I can do for you?" He growled. He was older and stronger than these four pups, but he didn't want Kensi in the crosshairs.

Cyrus held back; Dyson was exactly as he remembered him. He remembered the fight between his father and the wolf in front of him. He held back, letting the younger men subdue the angry wolf. They'd all been told that they'd be killed if the human was too damaged. That said, if the little bitch died he couldn't bring himself to care, after all, killing her would upset Dyson and that might give him an advantage.

While Dyson was distracted by two of the four, Kensi pulled a long dagger from her boot and put her back to his. "Kensi get out of here." Dyson growled. "Not a chance I'm leaving you to these smelly bastards. Deal with it." She kept up with him dispatching their opponents; though in a very different style. They ended up leaving two unconscious and two dead fae at their feet. Very quietly Kensi quickly grabbed her lover's hand – "they're not all gone. There's still someone here." Dyson let her know he heard and agreed with her with a look.

Cyrus stepped out of the shadows. "Hello Dyson." Dyson stopped cold and he stared – "impossible."

To Kensi's eyes, and nose, this was the big bad wolf incarnate. He was seriously a movie worthy werewolf and he smelled terrible. "D, um can we go? My eyes are starting to water or at least can you tell me who that…is." Dyson rolled his eyes, but a smile came to his face, only Kensi. He pulled her close to him in order to show his protection and to get her further away from Cyrus.

"I didn't know you'd come over from the old country." Dyson said with a sad timber in his voice. Cyrus didn't know quite what to think, perhaps there was something to the rumor Dyson was getting old. "I did. Your pet is very resilient; are you sure she's nothing but a human? She killed my nephew. Tenia has a right to her."

Dyson growled, "Kensi isn't going anywhere; I am sorry she killed your nephew though to be fair he'd already broken into her house and beaten her. This isn't the old country, and I don't want to fight you Cyrus." Cyrus shook his head, "You've na choice – you will fight me one of these days… oh, and I think your might check on your human there, she smells like a bitch in heat."

He slipped into the shadows, but left with a parting comment, "Muriel sends her regards, though I can't be sure that's what she meant. She hasn't spoken in nearly a century." Dyson slid out of the hands of his friends and went tearing after Cyrus. He came back ten minutes later having lost the scent completely. He stalked up to the small group, wrapped his arms around Kensi and apologized to her.

"She reached up and put her hand on his check, "you've nothing to apologize for, we all have a past – yours just happens to be a stinky werewolf. She kissed him gently, can we go home now?"He smiled at her, a gentle loving smile. "How do you do that?" Kensi tilted her head to the side, "what am I doing? And remember before you get to sappy, a bunch of our friends are watching" Kensi never took her eyes off Dyson and conveyed how much she wished they were alone and safe. Dyson turned to Hale and Trick who were at the door behind him, Trick even had his gun. Said bar owner, and to some extent Dyson's liege, arched an eyebrow at the wolf asking for an explanation without saying a word. "Thanks for having my back; can I please explain tomorrow. I'd like to get Kensi out of here before something else happens to disturb the peace." His head was hanging a bit low, Trick noticed this and replied, "Of course, she's already been injured by an unexpected hand, perhaps safely tucked away is the best place for both of you tonight. Will you be alright at your place? You know, you could stay." Dyson shook his head, "I want to go home, spend some time quietly with my angel and demons." Hale nodded his head, "call me if you need anything and I'll see you tomorrow." Hale and Kens went through a handshake ritual and he said, "you got my number lil momma – use it when you need it. Got me?" Kensi smiled and gave him a nod and an elbow to elbow bump before she slid into Dyson's car.

Kensi pulled off her platform boots, pulled her knees up, and laid her head on them. She stared at Dyson for a few minutes, and for some reason it didn't bug him. When they were about to pull into the driveway of his loft she said, "In your own time and in your own way, I'd like to hear the story behind yours and stinky's history as well as who Muriel is. Alright? In exchange you may ravish and love away all my aches and pains and stuff like that." She smirked at him.

Dyson chuckled, "You're taking this surprisingly well." Kensi nodded, "I really am aren't I? I have been waiting to freak out – but I just don't care what people think. I mean I am upset about Bo, but I feel like together we can overcome anything. For some reason I don't know it feels right and I am just tired of people acting as if they can think for one or both of us. I don't know… I'm rambling." She turned her head towards Dyson and smiled. "I'm really super tired, but you have a question to ask me, don'tcha?"

Dyson had parked the car while Kensi was talking. He turned to look at her and couldn't help but smile at her big grey eyes and hair curling gently around her face. The fae reached out and ran his finger down the side of Kensi's face. "Have you heard anything about the blood Lauren took?" Kensi blinked at him, "um, haven't checked my phone lately. I'll do it upstairs." D got out of the car and hurried around to help Kensi out. She groaned a little and took his hand to get out. "Damn I feel pretty crappy. But somehow not quite as crappy as I think I should. Hmm… that's why you wanted to know about the blood, right?" Dyson nodded.

As they got in the elevator and Kensi put her head on his chest. "I get that something is happening, I don't know what it is. Can we wait till morning to get more info? I just want to spend a little time with you, being snuggly, or you know…something else." Dyson full out laughed as he put his key into the door, out of habit he took a deep breath as the door opened. He stopped cold. "Someone's been here." Very quietly Kensi asked, "are they still here?" She took a deep breath of the air completely unconsciously and shook her head, "I don't think so." He looked down at her, and she walked slowly and warily into the apartment.

Dyson walked in behind her, "what are you doing? I am beginning to think you aren't afraid of anything." Kenzi shrugged, "I'm scared of lots of things, but I feel safe here. Whoever was here left you a gift unless you left all that fabric on your couch. Dyson was staring at his clan colors. A tartan he'd not seen in a lifetime. He slowly approached it, picked it up and looked at it carefully. There was one corner that looked like it has been burnt, otherwise it was a full tartan, when he looked down he realized there were two of them. He sat down on the couch – staring at the cloth in his hands.

Kensi walked over and sat down next to him, she picked up the other tartan and started trying different ways of wearing it. When she looked up her wolfman was staring at her in wonder. "What? You're looking at me like I'm a ghost or something?" He smiled and sat back against the couch. "This is my clan tartan, I haven't seen it in more years than I care to remember. I…I don't remember the last time I saw this fabric. I thought it had all been burned. " his Scots accent thick with his memories. "It looks good on you." He moved some of her hair behind her ear. Excitedly she bounced up and kissed him. "Thank you for saying that." He stood up and grabbed her into his arms and moved them both to the bedroom. Kensi bounced up on the bed, "um, could… could I try something with this fabric or is it too special? Dyson grinned, "mo leannan… I'd never deny you my tartan." Kensi scooted to the bathroom with the long cloth in her hands and a mischievous grin on her face.

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