Chapter 11

"I need a gun." Kenzi said, leaning up in between Hale and Dyson.

"You're not getting a gun." Dyson said.

"Why not? You've got insane wolf strength and Hale has his crazy siren powers, what do I have? Nothing, stupid human weakness. So give me a gun so I can at least help you losers out." She held out her hand and Dyson looked down, noticing for the first time that she had dried blood around some cuts on her wrist.

"What happened?" he asked, gently taking her hand into his.

"I had to get out of those handcuffs somehow. Leave it, I'm fine." She pulled her hand back quickly, and Dyson found himself becoming frustrated with her. She clearly wasn't fine.

"Anyway, Hale, give me a gun. I know you have a spare."

"Hale, don't." Dyson warned.

"Are you going to lock me in the car again?" she asked.

"Maybe."

"I'm not a child you know? I can take care of myself. I did a damn good job of taking care of myself before either one of you were in the picture."

"I say fight them with your bare hands, or your sharp wit." Hale said. Kenzi balled her fist up and punched him in the arm. Hale feigned hurt and laughed at the same time.

"See, you don't even need a gun." He said.

"Hale, come on." Kenzi leaned forward further and put her left hand on his shoulder. Dyson watched the exchange and a small pang tapped inside his chest. It was a weird feeling, one he'd only felt on two other occasions. He wondered why on earth he was feeling it now as Kenzi touched Hale.

"I'm defenseless, what if one of them grabs me?" she asked as her hand ventured to the back of his neck.

"She has a good point D." Hale said quickly. Dyson chuckled and shook his head.

"That's ok. You don't really have to give me one…" She trailed off as she looked at the road and then back at Hale before she quickly leaned back to her previous position.

"When it's so easy to just take one." She laughed and Dyson turned rapidly just to see her hand wrapped around Hale's 9mm service weapon. She wiggled it in the air and smiled.

"Kenzi, give me that." Dyson said.

"Not cool." Hale said.

"See, these sticky fingers come in handy. Little distraction and then slow deliberate movements."

"Kenzi do you even know how to use a gun?" Hale asked, his voice full of sarcasm. Kenzi smiled, looked down at the gun and then her hands moved so fast that Dyson had to watch closely. She ejected the clip, checked it, shoved it back in with a loud slap, flicked the safety off, and then jerked the hammer back, effectively loading a bullet into the chamber. Her arm flew upward and she pointed it right at the back of Hale's head, both hands on it and index finger poised next to the trigger.

"I grew up with at least a hundred guns in my house. Step dad was Russian mob, I know how to use almost any gun you could hand me." she smiled and dropped her arm and clicked the safety back into place. Dyson watched the whole scene, stunned. Kenzi was always confident, that was one of the things that he loved most about her. She exuded confidence all the time, much like Bo. It was also extremely attractive for him to see a girl that knew how to handle a gun. He lacked confidence in Kenzi's gun handling abilities, but after seeing that little show, he could tell she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Fine, keep it. But don't shoot yourself in the foot." Dyson said.

"I'll shoot you in the foot." She replied. Dyson watched her lean forward and slip the gun into the back of her pants.

"Any second now." Hale warned. Dyson turned to look at Kenzi and her gorgeous eyes met his.

"Be careful, if I tell you to get out of there, then do it, leave and go back to the Dal."

"Dyson…" she mumbled.

"I'm serious Kenzi." He said sternly. She held his gaze for a few seconds before she swallowed hard and nodded.

"Ok." She said.

"Promise me?" he asked.

"I promise." She said softly. Hale was looking at the pair out of the corner of his eye, which made Dyson feel very uncomfortable in the small moment he was sharing with Kenzi.

"If anything happened to you…" I don't know what I'd do with myself. He wanted to say those words, but he knew he shouldn't.

"Bo would kill me." Dyson said instead.

"Here we go." Hale said. They all faced the front and Dyson gritted his teeth at the sight before him. There were six goblins, just like Kenzi had said. Two were holding Trick while one was holding his throat, choking him. Dyson leapt from the vehicle with a loud growl and Hale was right behind him, a long song echoing out of his mouth. Kenzi was last, she jumped out of the SUV and pulled the gun free, a quick click of the safety and she was ready. She held the weapon up as she looked at the chaos. Dyson was ripping them off of Trick and tossing them to the side, that didn't stop them from coming right back at him though. Hale had killed one with his powers, but the other two were coming at him hard. One was on Hale, they were struggling, Kenzi saw the other stand and run for him. She aimed the gun, took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger three times. Each shot hit the goblin, one in the neck, one in the face, the other in the head. It hit the ground. Kenzi turned quickly but one of the three going at Dyson had noticed her and now he was right in her face. With one movement he knocked the gun from her hand, his fist slammed into her face and she flew backward, slamming hard into the SUV. Kenzi recovered quickly and scrambled for the gun, as soon as her hand reached for it a goblin stomped down on her wrist. She screamed as pain shot up her arm like a lightning bolt.

Six more goblins had appeared before them. Hale sang loudly, backing them away as Dyson shoved Trick into the SUV. He whipped around at the sound of a high pitched scream. Kenzi was on the ground, a goblin standing on her wrist. Dyson rushed forward and flung the thing away from her. He grabbed her up, her lip was bleeding, but he didn't have time for that. He grabbed the gun and pressed it into her hand.

"GO!" he shouted.

"Dyson, no, I can help." She said quickly.

"Take Trick and get the hell out of here, now!"

"I'm not leaving you!" she shoved him backward. Dyson grabbed the back of her neck and jerked her to him, he covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard and fast. This might be the last time he got to touch her and he wanted to remember it.

"GO! NOW!" he pushed her away just as a goblin came at them. She jumped into the SUV and hit the gas, spinning gravel. Dyson watched the SUV speed away and he quickly turned back into the fight. He could breathe knowing she was safe.