Deep in thought, Natasha didn't even hear her girlfriend come down the stairs. It wasn't until she wrapped her arms around her waist, and felt a kiss on the side of her head.
"Hey you, everything okay?" Olivia asked with a hint of concern.
Leaning back into the blonde "Yeah. No, actually but I don't want to upset you, Liv. I don't even know how to say it."
Turning Natasha around to face her she could see the conflict that swam in her blue eyes. "Babe, you know you can tell me anything, right? Is it work? Did something happen? Are you having...second thoughts about us?" She asked afraid of the answer to the last one.
Seeing the panic in her eyes, the brunette was quick to reassure her. "No," she kisses her quickly "never about us. I love you and if you haven't caught on by now, you are pretty much stuck with me." She watched as relief flooded her lover's eyes followed by a smile that made her melt every time.
"I love you too. So much so. You know that I'll do anything for you, you just need to tell me."
Taking her hand she led Olivia to the couch giving her a few moments to put her thoughts together. Sitting facing each other she could see the concern written on her features. Finally taking a breath, "It's about Evony. I know that she has helped us with so much, but something doesn't feel right. And it scares me Liv."
Surprised to hear this she thought back on the first time she met Evony. She had been the wife of one of the soldiers she had attempted to save. Sgt. James Reed of the Big Red 1 was on his way home after serving two tours. She vaguely remembered him showing a picture of his wife. It's not as though that time provided a lot of opportunity to talk, but he had been one of the people she had bonded with over there.
Olivia had been a mess when she returned home, but Evony had been there for her. She told her that she appreciated her attempts to save her husband as well as her service to the country. That it would make her feel better if she could help her readjust to civilian life. She was reluctant at first but agreed over time. Granted she found the woman to be a little off but had never given her a reason to mistrust her.
"Scared of Evony? I know she's a little different, but she's always been so good to us."
"Please don't be upset with me but I decided to do some digging on my own." She pleaded. "I contacted the Toronto PD and left a voicemail for their lead detective. I even had one of our investigators at the firm pull all of the information he could on this Bo Dennis."
"What?! Why would you do that? We don't know who it might tip off. I can't lose you, I won't lose you!" She was starting to become upset and considered packing their belongings then and there to move somewhere safe.
"Liv, relax please." She stated calmly. "I'm only telling you this because I don't want any secrets between us, okay?"
"Then why didn't you tell me? I thought you trusted me?" It was hard not to feel hurt at being left out.
"I trust you with my life, babe. I didn't want to upset you in case I had been wrong or cause any friction between you and Evony. I'm just a girl that you found in the back of a trunk. Why would you believe me over her?"
"That isn't true! You're not just some girl, you're the woman I'm in love with!" Looking deeply into blue eyes in hopes of conveying how deeply she felt "I trust you more than anyone." It was true too. She couldn't explain it but upon first meeting her, they just connected. With Natasha there was an instant feeling of knowing. Sure, Evony was a friend but she'd be lying to herself if there weren't moments that she felt a little uneasy around her too.
Natasha's eyes started to tear up. She knew that Olivia didn't trust easily, and she never wanted to be the one to break it. Leaning over she kissed her passionately before moving to straddle her on the couch.
"I don't need my memories to tell me that your words mean more to me than anything else."
Their kisses started to escalate with exploring hands until Olivia's phone rang.
"Don't answer it, Liv." As she continued to kiss along her neck.
"I have to it might be work. Some idiot may have run into a pole, and they need help to direct traffic." She said with an eye roll.
Reluctantly, Natasha got off her lap as Olivia walked to the kitchen counter to retrieve her phone. She decided to finish getting dressed in hopes that they would continue their weekly ritual of pancakes at Fred's Diner.
As she came back down the stairs, she saw the confused expression. Before she could say anything though Olivia asked about yesterday's paper.
"Uh, yeah by the door." She grew concerned watching as Liv tore through the pages before she stopped.
"Babe?" No response so she walked over to see what had her in such a state.
"What the hell?" she grabbed the paper from a still shocked Liv. "Something you want to tell me? Because if this is your way of…"
"I didn't post it! I had a voicemail from Evony congratulating us. It's been put in the Toronto paper too." Olivia couldn't make sense of why someone would do this. The picture had been taken towards the end of the first month of them knowing each other. She felt that she should know the answer but she felt blocked.
Natasha's "spidey sense" started to return in full force. Her phone started to ring in that moment. She recognized it as a Toronto area code, and hope it was the detective.
"Hello?"
"Yes, this Detective Thornwood returning a call to Natasha…"
"Yeah, that's me. Listen I need some answers and I don't have time to waste, you feel me?"
Dyson chuckled to himself. She may not remember who she is, but she was definitely still Kenzi.
"Ok, how can I help you?"
Olivia motioned that she was going upstairs to make a phone call. After nodding to her in return, Natasha continued. "This may sound far fetched but I've been told that someone in your area is after me now that she's out of prison…"
"Wait, slow down for me. Who do you think is after you?"
Sighing into the phone, she thought here goes nothing. "Bo..Bo Dennis. Especially now that she's out of prison."
"What?!" Dyson asked having nearly choking on his coffee. This was the last thing he expected to hear. "What makes you think that she's after you."
"All I know is that six months ago, I woke up in car trunk with no memory of anything before that day. No identification except for a note warning me about her and then a friend was able to find more information…"
"Friend? Can you please tell me the name of the friend who provided this information?"
"Well, she's not actually my friend more of Olivia's friend."
"Okay, are you going to tell me a name? I might be able to help you more if I know."
She paused for a moment afraid in case she was good friends with this police department as she was with the one in town. But there was something about this detective that she trusted. He seemed to be the kind of guy one could have a beer with.
"Yeah, her name is Evony Marquise."
"Listen to me carefully Kenz...uh...Natasha" Dyson warned. "Bo Dennis is not who you should be afraid of, but be very careful around Evony."
"Are we in danger? Please tell me so we can be prepared."
"Act as if nothing's wrong. I can be in Montreal in…"glancing at his watch "...a half hour. We can meet someplace in public?"
"Yeah, we go to Fred's Diner every Saturday for pancakes"
Yep, he thought to himself. The more things change the more they stay the same. "Sounds good and be careful."
Olivia came back down the stairs ready to go, but Natasha could still sense the uneasiness regarding the announcement.
God, she was beautiful. No one could rock a pair of jeans quite like her girl. Shaking her head to gather her thoughts as well as libido in check, or otherwise they might never leave their apartment.
"How did your phone call go?"
"It was interesting and I'll tell you all about but first...pancakes"
Bo's POV
"Finally." Bo thought to herself. After receiving a phone call last night, she was told to come to Montreal. Someone had information that would help her with her humans, but that she needed to come alone so as not to tip off anyone. Getting out to stretch her legs she walked into the establishment to order a much needed cup of coffee.
"Hi, welcome to Fred's Diner" said the waitress "how can I help you?"
AN: I hope that I made it clear that while she just had Kenzi's memories blocked that she went in and had Lauren's altered. If not, my apologies. Thanks again for taking the time to read :)