Far too drunk to drive herself home, and far too emotional to be trusted walking on her own, Dyson volunteers to drive Tamsin back to her place when her sobbing finally slows. He plays as many sappy ballads as he can in the car, causing the valkyrie to laugh and drunkenly sing along with them. When they arrive at Tamsin's loft, Dyson pulls his cruiser into the parking spot closest to the stars and cuts the engine off.
"We have arrived, milady." He flashes her a goofy grin, earning him a playful punch, but she smiles back at him all the same.
"Thank you, kind sir." She bows her head to him as she tries to gracefully exit the car but falls flat on her face trying to get out of the door; Dyson sighs to himself, and decides it would probably be a good idea to make sure his partner was safely inside her apartment and in Lauren's care before he left.
"Okay, okay", he says as he circles around the front of the car to pick her up, "let's go."
The valkyrie giggles as Dyson grabs both of Tamsin's hands to help her stand and steady herself. He helps her brush the dirt off of her knees and elbows before threading an arm under both of her's and makes their way to the sidewalk. She leans against Dyson, still giggling to herself and singing (screaming) power ballads loudly, as he practically drags her up the stairs. He stops close to the top though, causing the stumbling woman to almost trip on the last step.
"What the hell, wolfman?", she slurs as she tries to shove past him to her front door. He grabs her shoulder, stopping her yet again before she can clear the top step on the staircase.
"Wait, Tamsin. I smell something."
"Is it gin?", she smirks. Her smile falls when his eyes flash gold again and he reaches for the gun on his belt.
"Something fae. Just be quiet. And follow me."
Tamsin nods, not trusting her inebriated state enough to offer up a simple reply, and ascends the rest of the stairs as carefully as she can. When they round the corner that leads to Tamsin's front door, they both stop dead in their tracks – the front door to her apartment is practically torn from the frame, the splintering wood barely holding on to it's hinges, and there's something splattered just inside the door and on her kitchen counter. As they walk closer, Tamsin's jaw drops and she forgets Dyson's direct orders to be quiet.
"Is that... blood?"
Dyson all but shoves her against the all and rushes in before her, gun drawn, to verify that the apartment is now empty before allowing Tamsin to follow him in. She walks in, jaw dropping at the sight of how much blood there is in her kitchen – mostly on the corner of a counter, like someone struck their head on it, but there is a small pool of it on the floor just below it and several splatters on the fridge as well.
"Empty?", she rasps, the alcohol making it hard for her mind to put the pieces together just yet. "But, Lauren? She was here. She called you."
The wolf walks around the main living area slowly, taking in deep breaths to try to catch the scent of anything he can – other than blood, and the scent of the unknown fae that seems to have made this whole mess. Once he reaches the kitchen, what he fears the most is confirmed – the blood is Lauren's. Tamsin had ventured to the bedroom, calling out the doctor's name, and a half-choked scream tears Dyson from his concentration in the kitchen. He sprints through the hallway leading to Tamsin's bedroom, doing his best to ignore the sporadic blood drops leading him to his destination. He enters the room to see Tamsin standing in the middle of it, her back to him. The window is shattered, blood on the glass found on the floor there, and the room is in a general state of disarray.
"Tamsin, what is it?"
As she turns, Dyson notices her hands first – Lauren's blood-covered necklace is in one, and a tarot card in the other. Taking a step forward, Dyson eyes the card in Tamsin's shaking hand carefully; on it is crowned woman with a scale in her hand, and fine black print that simply says "Justice". Looking back up at Tamsin's bewildered eyes, he opens his mouth to speak but couldn't get a word out before the valkyrie's angered yell.
"Those bastards! They just came in here and fucking took her!" Tamsin shoves her partner out of her way and makes for the front door, albeit still stumbling a little from all the drinking she had done earlier. "I am going to kill every single fucking one of them. Every last one!"
"Tamsin!" Dyson calls out, catching up to her and grabbing her shoulders roughly, "Stop! You can't go after her like this. You're too drunk, you're too emotional. We need help."
"Don't say it, wolf."
Tamsin throws daggers at him, scowling. Even drunk, she knows what he is going to say. And that is the absolute last thing in the world that she needs right now. The last thing in the world she will ever need. He takes a steadying breath, not breaking the serious gaze they are sharing. The valkyrie's chest heaves with angry breaths, her eyes intense and hands partially covered in the blood from the necklace she refuses to set down – Dyson squeezes her shoulders reassuringly before speaking.
"We need Bo."
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Dyson makes the call for her, knowing that if left to her it would just never get made – Tamsin would rather go out in a blaze of drunken glory than have to wait around for Bo, let alone have to actually call her and ask for her help in the first place. He quickly rushes through the conversation, getting as far as 'Lauren's been kidnapped' before Tamsin could actually hear the succubus' yells through the phone. Dyson sighs as he closes the cellphone and returns it to his jacket pocket.
"She'll be here soon. Just... let's just try to get you into some sort fighting shape."
He pours her a large glass of water and fetches a few aspirin before taking a seat across from her at the dining room table; she takes long forced sips from the glass, finally beginning to sober up, between the adrenaline and the water. Dyson is eying her seriously, and Tamsin is about to make a snide comment on how staring is rude, but is interrupted by Dyson practically jumping up from the chair he was sitting in and making his way to her front door (which they removed from is bent hinges, not seeing the point of leaving it up any longer).
"What the heck, dogbreath? Now what?"
He sends a look over his shoulder at her (is that pity in his eyes?) and scratches his head nervously when he speaks.
"Bo is here. And she's-"
He is interrupted by Bo barging in to Tamsin's loft and heading straight towards her, delivering a solid punch to the blonde's jaw.
"Pissed." Dyson finishes, as if it needed to be said.
Bo wastes no time bending over and picking Tamsin up by the neck of her pullover, the valkyrie clawing at Bo's wrists and her feet dangling just centimeters from the ground. She adjusts her hand to grip the other woman's throat.
"What did you fucking do Tamsin? What the fuck did you do?"
Tamsin tries to reply, but the succubus' fingers are gripping her throat to tightly, so she settles for spitting in her face instead (old habits die hard, she guesses) – which earns her another solid punch, this time to her ribs. She let's out a harsh breath, and struggles to resist the urge to use her powers on Bo. Yeah, she would drop Tamsin so she could finally catch her breath, but she needs Bo to be 100% if she expects to get Lauren back.
"Bo." Dyson comes up behind her just in time and places a grounding hand on her shoulder. "Put her down. Hear her out."
"Lauren is missing, Dyson. What is she going to tell me that I can't figure out just by looking around this apartment?" She looks back at Tamsin, who is fighting the black out that is threatening to take her. "That's her blood, isn't it Dyson?"
Both woman look to Dyson, who solemnly nods. Bo lets out a frustrated growl before dropping the gasping valkyrie on her ass. She kicks her in the stomach once for good measure, and goes to kick her again before Dyson wraps his arms around her and carries her to the other side of the room to throw her down on the couch.
"Enough! How do you expect to find her if you kill the only person that can help us?"
Tamsin, who had recovered slightly from the short beating, sits herself up and leans against the wall behind her before glaring at the succubus on her couch – Bo returns her glare, tenfold. Dyson, who feels that he will forever be playing the mediator between these two important woman in his life, sighs.
"Tamsin, tell Bo and I what happened. Everything."
She huffs, looking away from the two across from her, before struggling to stand. The valkyrie makes her way to the kitchen, biting back the bile that threatens to come up now that she knows all the blood – there's so much of it, why is there so much? - is Lauren's.
"She told me she loves me", Tamsin says bitterly as she pulls a bag of peas out of her freezer to hold against her aching jaw. "I didn't think it would happen so fast, you know? I just... I thought I'd have more time."
"More time?", Bo echoes angrily. "More time to what? Tamsin, who – or what – took her?"
Tamsin shoots a pleading look to Dyson, who thankfully takes over.
"Love is seen as a distraction to valkyries. When someone confesses their love to one, or vice versa, they are seen as a threat to their duty and...", he trails off, he himself not sure of what happens to that poor individual once the words have left their lips. Bo looks at him incredulously, impatient.
"And?"
"And", Tamsin says as she returns to sit against the wall her back was being held up against just minutes before, "whoever smelt it, dealt it. So to speak."
Bo raises an eyebrow at her; sometimes Tamsin (and Dyson, too) forgets that she wasn't raised in this world, so some things just don't and won't make sense to her. This will definitely be one of them.
"Lauren told me she loves me. She gave words to that feeling, so now, He knows. And He is probably... well, pretty pissed. He must have sent someone to get her and take her..."
"He?" Bo and Dyson say in unison. The blonde offers them a small, sad smile, her already bruising jaw aching from what little speaking she has done.
"Odin. My dad."
The two look at each other, then back to a deflated looking Tamsin. Bo stands abruptly, turning to punch the wall behind her (the valkyrie does her best to make a mental note that she'll need to add a sheet of drywall to her ever-growing hardware shop list once this terrible ordeal is over) before exiting the loft to phone Trick for any information. Dyson falls into detective mode, and begins doing a more careful comb through of the apartment in a attempt to figure what exactly happened here, and what kind of fae they could be dealing with. Tamsin let's her head fall back and presses the now half-thawed peas harder into her jaw - she tries not to think of Lauren asleep in bed, being dragged out by only goddess knows who or what. She obviously put up a fight (Tamsin always did know Lauren was tougher than people gave her credit for), and Tamsin didn't feel any death in the room... at least there was that. But now Lauren was with Him. And there is no telling what He was going to do to her. Or worse, have Tamsin do to her.
"I'm coming for you, Lauren", she says to the now empty room, "I swear."