Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl, the plot is of my own imaginings, and any characters that are unfamiliar. (This is set AU of S3 episode 11—Lauren's job was not Fae related, and Bo's father has not yet gotten involved)

15 December, 2013

"So not the shoes for running," Kenzi yelped as she chased after the suspect.

Bo laughed, "That's a first."

"Ugh," Kenzi grunted as she ran beside Bo. "Couldn't we just shoot him?"

"With what," Bo panted.

Kenzi shrugged, "I don't know? Taser, maybe a BB-gun."

"Both of which we don't have," Bo reminded her partner in solving crime.

"Well we should," Kenzi pointed out, pushing herself a little harder, "think of it as our Christmas kicking-ass list."

"Right I'll let Santa know," Bo remarked sarcastically as they took a corner.

Kenzi panted sharply, "Just text it to Trick, you know he barely checks his mail anymore."

Bo frowned down at her friend, "You text my grandfather?"

"Sure," Kenzi said, "it's how I know when he's got a special on."

"Really," Bo asked.

"Totally," Kenzi breathed. "Also, I think we lost her."

Bo jogged to a slow, "How can that little bitch get away from us, she looked like she was auditioning for Mrs. Claus at the mall."

"Well Santa's pretty fast, so Mrs. Claus must've picked it up," Kenzi joked.

"Okay," Bo sighed, leaning over to rest her hands on her knees. "What do we do now?"

"Well," Kenzi leaned against the wall, "we could go and check her boyfriend's place. He seemed pretty weird earlier."

"Are you sure that wasn't the halo and cheeto dust?"

"Well, there is that," Kenzi admitted. "But we may as well try. She might try to squeeze under his bed."

"That would be a funny sight, okay, let's go," Bo nodded.

"You want to get a cab back to the car," Kenzi asked as she set her hands on her hips and leaned back.

"Totally," Bo agreed.

A quick touch to the back of the neck earned Bo and Kenzi a free ride back to Bo's car. Kenzi and Bo had stumbled from the cab with a laugh and a pat on the top of the driver's head. In the cab they had quickly decided to stop back at the Clubhouse and get a few weapons and a change of shoes.

Kenzi hopped into the Clubhouse, one stiletto boot already off, Bo trailing her and unzipping her own boots. "We should so invest in sneakers," Bo sighed.

"When they start making sexy sneakers I'm in," the smaller girl laughed.

Bo's nose wrinkled in disgust, "We have a serious shoe problem."

"In that we like them too much, or that they don't make what we need," Kenzi puzzled.

"Both," Bo confessed. "Okay, weapons. Mace? Sword? Axe?"

"All of the above," Kenzi selected.

Bo blinked as she held the weapons up for inspection, "This isn't a multiple choice test."

"No," Kenzi agreed, "if it were, there would be a wrecking ball."

"You frighten me," Bo inhaled deeply.

Kenzi smiled, "Thanks, that is so sweet."

Bo and Kenzi stood on the first floor apartment, mace and sword hidden behind their backs. With a nod to Kenzi, Bo banged her fist on the peeling door. The thudding music cut off and the floor creaked as the occupant inside moved towards them. Kenzi and Bo braced themselves for what was to come.

The door swung inward to show a tall, slightly gangly man, "Oh, it's you again."

Bo smiled, "Yeah us. So, you haven't seen Lesley, have you?"

"No," he drew out the word. "Is that all?"

"No," Kenzi offered sweetly, bracing her foot against the door, "I was just wondering what your score is?"

"Why," the man asked slowly.

"Well," Kenzi twirled a length of hair around her finger, "I've always been a bit of gamer-groupie."

Bo put a restraining hand on Kenzi's shoulder, "I'm sorry about her, she has a real problem. We're thinking about putting her in rehab for nymphomania."

"Well," the guy straightened, "if you come back in a few hours, I'll be free, and I'd love to show you my joy stick."

"Okay," Kenzi agreed, and the man moved to shut the door only to have Bo kick it open, sending him sprawling.

Bo looked down at him, "Yeah your little girlfriend is in here, you're really not subtle at all."

With a nod, Bo and Kenzi advanced into the apartment, Kenzi wielding Gerladine and Bo ready to swing her mace.

At the sight of the weapons, the man on the floor gulped, "Whoa man, do whatever you want."

"Thanks," Kenzi rolled her eyes. "Bedroom?"

"Yeah," Bo said as she moved further into the tiny apartment.

The bedroom door was cracked, and Bo being Bo kicked it open. It bounced back open followed by a thunk. Frowning, Kenzi pushed it open a little and peeked inside. There on the floor was their suspect. A little dazed, Lesley pushed herself up. Kenzi was on her in seconds, zip tying her hands together.

It took both Bo and Kenzi to drag the struggling woman out to the car, shoving her in the trunk, with a little menacing with a mace and a sword. The trunk closed with a metallic clunk. Kenzi tipped her head back in exhaustion.

"Okay, I am so done with bounty cases," the human woman huffed in annoyance, noting that the trunk seemed to be dipping excessively.

"Yeah," Bo said as she pulled her keys out. "Okay let's get Light-fingered Lesley back to her bosses at the Yang Casino."

"Here's my question," Kenzi said as she slid into the passenger seat. "Why would a Fae casino deal in mice, and why would Lesley steal them?"

"I don't know," Bo shrugged as she started the car and pulled out onto the road. "Maybe she's one of those freaky save the lab-rats people."

"I guess," Kenzi frowned. "It's still weird thought. Remind me not to eat or drink anything they offer."

"Ditto."

"Ew," Kenzi stared at the cage. "I can't believe this. Worst case ever."

"We say that a lot," Bo realized.

Kenzi tilted her head considering that truth, "I think this warrants it though. They gave us a cage of dead rats. Not even live ones. Dead."

"And you brought those vermin into my bar," Trick scowled at them.

"You want them," Bo offered with a little smile, "our treat."

"Hell no, and you girls better get those damn things out of here before I call the cops," Trick pointed towards the door.

"Fine," Bo grumbled and picked up the cage, carefully holding it away from her.

"I know where we can get rid of them," Kenzi answered playfully.

"Do tell."

As the pair walked from the bar Kenzi muttered her solution. Bo snorted in laughter, clearly finding the other woman's plan to be more than adequate.

Bo held Kenzi's foot in her hand, carefully painting her toenails 'sultry sex goddess red'. After their morning case, midmorning shenanigans, and liquid lunch, the two private detectives had decided that a girls' afternoon in was in order. Tamsin had been sadly unavailable. She had answered her phone only to yell that she was 'coming'. Neither Bo or Kenzi wanted to read too much into that.

"You want to do game night tonight," Kenzi asked.

"Who's coming," she asked before quickly regretting her phrasing.

Kenzi blew on her newly painted nails, "I was thinking you, me, Dyson, Hale, maybe Tamsin if she gets off that guy. And ew, with the words."

"Sounds fun, what games are we going to play," Bo giggled.

"Drunk Monopoly, Thirsty Thirsty Hippos, Drink & Strip Twister, you know, the usual," Kenzi answered nonchalantly.

"Where do you come up with these things," Bo asked in frightened awe.

Kenzi lay back on Bo's bed, "I used to crash a lot of frat parties to pick rich drunk kids' pockets."

"Ah, that explains it all. Well send out the message."

With four R.S.V.P.s, Kenzi had cleared the living room floor and dug the board games out of the closet. They had been buried beneath a layer of weapons and a hookah from an ill-fated party a while ago.

"Pizza's here," Bo called as Kenzi kicked set out the Monopoly board.

"Did you get a receipt," Kenzi joked.

Bo smiled and picked up the horse token, "Not unless you mean his digits and three free pizzas."

"That is what I meant," Kenzi smiled. "You want the horse?"

"Yeah, I really like riding."

"Well, Tamsin might be a little jealous," Kenzi shrugged, "dog for Dyson, iron for Hale, spinning wheel for Tamsin, and the thimble for me?"

"Sounds good," Bo sat back on the couch.

"Yo," Tamsin yelled as she walked—or rather rode into the apartment. "Giddy-up, Hale!"

Kenzi tipped her head towards the door to watch the spectacle. Hale grunted and jumped slightly to resituate Tamsin. "Why am I doing this," he straightened and dumped Tamsin on her ass,

"Hey," the valkyrie yelped, rising to her feet and rubbing her behind. "Not cool, man."

"What did I miss," Dyson asked as he entered the building. "Tamsin are you okay?"

"Fine," she scowled, "except for this rat," she jerked her thumb in Hale's direction.

Hale sulked and dropped down on the armchair, "Monopoly?"

"Oh yeah," Kenzi grinned. "Bo drinks, while I explain he rules. You take a sip of beer whenever you roll doubles or land on someone's property. Finish your beer if you go to jail, and you give everyone a shot if you get free parking."

Quick nods of agreement went around the room, Dyson settling beside Kenzi on the couch. Tokens were handed out as well as beers. Kenzi, as the hostess rolled first, managing to buy a railroad and pocket her change in her bra. There were a lot of firsts, Tamsin was, not surprisingly, the first to go to jail. Bo, the first to land on someone's property, Hale the first to roll doubles repeatedly, three times to be specific. Dyson, however managed to get the first free parking card and happily handed out shots, the five of them steadily sliding into buzzed.

Monopoly was abandoned after the math became a bit too challenging. That game had been shoved back into the box and under the couch, Hippos coming out in exchange. There was a severe amount of shouldering as Tamsin refereed the match, being as partial as she possibly could. Over the shouting, one could barely hear the snapping of plastic against plastic as they tried desperately to get as many little white balls as possible in order to be win the honor of doling out shots.

"Holy hell," Kenzi muttered slowly as she twisted her body across the mat. "Twister after Thirsty Hippos is a terrible idea."

"You're not wrong," Tamsin belched half on top of, half under Kenzi. "Also I think Hale is enjoying this a little too much."

Kenzi glanced over at the giggling spinner, "You're not wrong."

It was just Kenzi and Tamsin left in this round. Bo had gone out first, taking her punishment drink and practically crawling into her room. Dyson had dropped out next, now he was reclining on the couch, eyes pinned on Kenzi. At long last Kenzi and Tamsin fell together. Hale giggling as Tamsin scrambled to claw his eyes out and Dyson lifted Kenzi to her feet.

"Time for bed," He ordered, reminding Hale and Tamsin that they had to go somewhere else at some point. Dyson walked Kenzi to her room, setting her down on her bed and helping her on with some pajamas as she had lost much of her clothing during the strip portion of the game.

"You're so nice," Kenzi mumbled as she hugged Dyson.

Dyson tucked her into the bed, before picking up a bag he had hidden in her room earlier. With a smile, Dyson lifted several candles from the bag and set them on her bedside table, using his lighter to light the wicks.

Kenzi watched him through alcohol addled eyes, she inhaled as the candles burned, "Those smell nice."

"Vanilla," Dyson said as he pulled his shirt and jeans off.

Kenzi watched as Dyson climbed into bed behind her and wrapped his arms around her, grounding her as her head swum. Shifting slightly so she was pressed back against Dyson, Kenzi watched the flames flicker in the dark of her room.

"I like this too," Kenzi admitted. "The domestic stuff."

Dyson exhaled with a smile and pressed a kiss to Kenzi's neck, faintly tasting the salt and tequila from earlier. "It is nice."

"In fifteen minutes, everyone will be famous."

-Andy Warhol

A/N: 15/25. Ten more to go! So interesting fact, I'm two degrees from Andy Warhol! I love playing that game, I also love playing drinking games as they become funnier and funnier as they go. Mostly because the rules become harder and harder to remember. Well, thanks for all the reviews, and lots of love!