A patched up Bo begins to come to. Her vision is blurry and her ears are ringing. Bo tries to get up, but quickly loses her balance. "What's going on?" She hears people talking around her. "Where, where am I?" She hears someone in the background speaking muffled medical terminology. "Lauren?"

"Bo, please don't try to talk or move," says Lauren, kneeling beside her, checking Bo's vitals with her medical bag next to her. Kenzi is sitting beside Bo, holding her hand. Lauren checks Bo's eyes with an ophthalmoscope. "Dilation of one pupil." Bo loses consciousness again.

"What is the diagnosis?" asks Trick, standing over them.

"Well, judging from her injury, the lack of motor coordination, and the disproportionate sizes in her pupils, it would appear that Bo is suffering from a craniocerebral trauma," says Lauren.

"In layman's terms," says Trick.

"Bo has a very severe head injury but to what extent I don't know. Her current symptoms are similar to those sustained where there has been trauma to the brain," says Lauren.

"Will she die?" asks Kenzi.

"I cannot determine the prognosis without knowing the severity of Bo's injury." Lauren starts putting her things back into the medical bag.

"What should we do Doc?" asks Kenzi.

"Lucky for Bo, she's a Succubus. When she comes to, have her feed on someone," says Lauren, standing up.

"Lauren, Kenzi said that Bo's eyes had been luminescent all day. Could that have been a factor?" asks Trick.

"That is a concern. But in all likelihood, it probably was caused by a spike in her adrenaline," answers Lauren. "Though the release in epinephrine is usually a response to stress, by it being constant all day would certainly create unpleasant effects on health, however Bo's anatomy is very unique in that the very things that would prove negative to us are quite the opposite for her," she explains.

"But what could that have been caused by?" asks Trick.

"I don't know. I would have to run tests, but it's hard to do that without the use of my equipment," says Lauren.

"Is it possible for her to have done that?" asks Trick.

"As a scientist, I cannot determine that with certainty. And as a doctor, I cannot rule out the possibility. But in the years of knowing Bo, in my opinion, it is unlikely," answers Lauren.

Dyson and Tamsin walk into the Dal that has been cleared out of all patrons. Tamsin and Lauren lock eyes, and if looks could kill, Tamsin would be a pile of compost. Tamsin gives Lauren this smart alecky hello-to-you-too look, arms folded. Kenzi notices. "What's the status with Bo?" asks Dyson.

Lauren looks over to Dyson. "She should be fine once she stays awake long enough to heal," says Lauren.

"What's the status with you two?" asks Trick.

"It's not looking good. The victims were killed by their life force being drained. All fingers are pointed towards," says Dyson.

"Bo," says Kenzi, finishing.

"Since the vics were both Light and Dark Fae, The Morrigan wants in on the action and fast. Execution fast," says Tamsin.

"You're not here to deliver Bo are you?" asks Kenzi.

"No," responds Tamsin.

"So if you're not here to take Bo away then why are you here?" asks Kenzi.

Tamsin frowns. "Maybe because I'm a detective investigating several homicides. It's part of my job description."

"Oh yeah," says Kenzi.

"Hale is doing all he can to stall The Morrigan, but we need Bo conscious so that we can know what course of action to take. Lauren is there anything you can do?" asks Dyson.

"Medically I've done all I can for her. We just have to wait for her to awake," responds Lauren.

"Fanfuckingtastic," says Tamsin.

"If anyone has any other suggestions or professional opinions, now would be a good time to voice them," says Lauren, looking at Tamsin.

"Well in my professional opinion, this is bullshit," says Tamsin.

"Tamsin," says Dyson, trying to figure out where she is going with this.

"Excuse me?" says Lauren.

"What have you been doing this whole time? She looks the same way she did when we brought her in," says Tamsin.

"Don't you think you're being a little unfair," says Dyson, to Tamsin. Tamsin rolls her eyes at Dyson.

"Oh I don't know Tamsin, I'm only a doctor. I didn't know that you had a license to practice medicine. Next time they should call you instead of me," responds Lauren.

"Bo, you are so missing all the fireworks," whispers Kenzi, to an unconscious Bo.

"That's your problem. You're too damn smart for your own good. And you don't even know your own girlfriend," says Tamsin.

"It's getting too real in here," whispers Kenzi.

"Ladies please," says Trick, in a futile attempt to stop the two.

"I beg your pardon," says Lauren.

"Probably the reason why it didn't work out in the first place," says Tamsin.

"I guess you would know, wouldn't you?" says Lauren.

"This is what I think of your medical expertise," says Tamsin, walking over to Bo, climbing on top of her. Kenzi stands back. Tamsin pulls Bo up by the shoulders and smacks her.

"Did someone order a side of S and M?" says Kenzi.

"What are you doing?" says Lauren, to Tamsin. "She has a head injury. You can cause irrevocable damage to her brain."

Tamsin smacks Bo again, shaking her at the same time. Dyson looks like he is about to stop Tamsin when Trick stretches his arm out to prevent him from doing so. Bo's eyes begin to move. "You're up," says Tamsin, looking over to Lauren.

"What?" she responds.

"Now is not the time for shyness. Hurry before she goes back," says Tamsin. Lauren goes over and kneels beside them. Tamsin hands Bo over to her and stands away. Lauren shakes her head. "C'mon Doc," reminds Tamsin.

Lauren puts her lips against Bo's, kissing them. Bo reacts, kissing her in return. The kiss becomes long and sensual.

"O-kay. I think I need a drink," says Tamsin, looking as if she's about to vomit.

"Um, me too," says Kenzi.

"I'll go pour them up," says Trick. All three go over to the bar.

While drinking their drinks, the kiss concludes. Lauren lets go of Bo, who opens her eyes. "Lauren," she says, softly.

"Bo. How are you feeling?" asks Lauren.

"Better now," says Bo, in a seductive voice.

Lauren clears her throat. "And how's your head?"

"Fine. What about it?" says Bo, still staring deeply into Lauren's eyes.

"Good," says Lauren, she stands up. The others come back over.

"Um, what just happened?" asks Bo, confused. She stands up. "Wait, this isn't my dream." She looks around. "Why are all of you here? And why am I back in the Dal?"

"Bo, you're back," says Kenzi, giving Bo a hug.

"Can you tell us what happened to you?" asks Dyson, getting straight to the point.

"What?" says Bo, frowning.

"Bo, you suffered a massive head injury. Dyson and…Tamsin found you in the street unconscious and brought you here," explains Lauren.

"What?" says Bo, again like she doesn't believe the story. She rubs her head and pulls the gauzes that were stopping the bleeding from off of her head, looking at the blood. "That crazy, sexy monster bitch," says Bo. Everyone looks at Bo like she's off her rocker.

"Bo, I thought we decided that you weren't going to you know with you knows," says Kenzi.

"No, it's not like that. It's all coming back to me," says Bo.

"What happened?" asks Dyson.

"I went for a walk. I heard someone yell for help. Went over. There was this woman," says Bo, looking like she's lost.

"Oh here it comes," says Kenzi.

"Only she wasn't. She was beautiful," says Bo, straining her eyes.

"A drag queen?" asks Kenzi.

"And my jacket. She tore it," says Bo.

"Oh Bo Bo," says Kenzi, shaking her head like she was saying goodbye to her.

"Guess I will be making that trip down to The Morrigan after all," says Tamsin.

"Wait everyone," says Lauren, examining Bo. "Bo is obviously still suffering from her head trauma. It would seem that the injury she sustained is more severe than I had originally anticipated."

"What, I'm fine," says Bo.

"No, you're not," says Lauren.

"Great, more PDA. Can you two make this quick? Time is a ticking," says Tamsin.

"I don't think it should be me this time," says Lauren.

"Why, can't handle it?" asks Tamsin.

Bo gives Tamsin a what-the-hell look.

"The fact that I do not know the severity of Bo's condition, I would prefer to be a candidate of self preservation," says Lauren.

"Yall ain't gon be pimping my girl out," says Kenzi.

Dyson walks over to Bo. "Bo, you need to feed. We need you back to your normal self."

"What is this share past lover's chi day?" says Kenzi, to herself.

"No. I'm fine," says Bo.

"I agree with Dyson," says Lauren. "You need your strength."

"Bo," says Kenzi, pleading.

"No you guys. Dyson I'm fine, really," says Bo.

"You said that she wasn't a woman?" asks Tamsin, returning to the prior subject.

"She was, but her legs, they went all anaconda. And she sucked this guy to death, no pun intended," says Bo.

"Are you saying that it wasn't you?" asks Dyson.

"Of course not. Is that why I'm here?" asks Bo.

"Well Dyson and Tamsin found you and brought you here and…" says Trick.

"What? No. You all think I killed those men because I didn't. I tried to save them before that scaly bitch stopped me," says Bo.

"Sounds like a Lamia. They have a similar feeding pattern as a Succubus," says Tamsin.

Trick goes and gets a Fae encyclopedia book.

"Except I leave people with smiles on their faces. Well left people with smiles, in the past," says Bo.

"So you didn't do it?" asks Dyson.

"No Dyson. How do we kill her?" asks Bo, eyes glowing blue. "She owes me a new jacket."

"With a silver knife that has been blessed by a priest, or," says Trick, being cut off by Kenzi.

"Oh I so know this. It was on an episode of Supernatural. Dean throws some salt and rosemary, and uses the stove as flamethrower, totally cooking that bitch," says Kenzi, excited. "That is right, isn't it?"

"Well yes," says Trick, frowning.

"I knew it. You all should totally watch that show, it's awe-some," says Kenzi.

"Okay, back to real life. We do have that right?" asks Bo.

"We do, but you can't go anywhere. I've declared sanctuary. If anyone catches you out there…" says Trick.

"Well I'm not staying here. She needs to be stopped like yesterday before she kills more innocent people," says Bo.

"Have to admit the Succubus is right," says Tamsin. Bo gives her a I-do-have-a-name look.

"It's too dangerous," says Trick.

"I can't just sit here. I have to clear my name," says Bo. "And I won't get caught."

"How can you be so sure?" asks Trick.

"I'm sure we can think of something," says Bo.

"Ooh dress up, my fave," says Kenzi.

Bo comes out with a sweater tied over a blouse, a pleated skirt, knee-high socks and a pair of penny loafers. She has on a red colored wig that is pulled back, and a pair of sunglasses.

"Yeah I know, and please no comments," says Bo.

"C'mon Nancy Drew. We should get going if we want to find the Lamia," says Tamsin.

"Tamsin, I said no comments," says Bo.

"Whatever," responds Tamsin.

"Yeah we should," says Dyson.

"Sorry boy, you can't tag along," says Tamsin.

"She right, the Lamia has influence over men," says Trick.

"One look, and you're putty," says Tamsin.

"Well let's go, I like putty," says Kenzi.

"Um no, she preys on the weak," says Tamsin.

"Ouch and what? Bo?" says Kenzi.

"Sorry Kenzi, she's strong and unpredictable. I don't want anything to happen to you. You understand right?" says Bo.

"Yeah, yeah," says Kenzi.

"Don't be upset Kenzi," says Bo. "When I get back we can go shopping. I'll even get you that pair of shoes you've been wanting."

"Yeah sure, go and save the day," says Kenzi.

"Be careful Bo," says Lauren.

"We'll be awaiting your return," says Dyson.

"Be safe, a bottle will be waiting for you," says Trick.

"Well thanks," says Bo, with a smile.

"What no wishes for me?" says Tamsin.

"Come back in one piece," says Dyson.

"Thanks," says Tamsin. The two exit the Dal.

Half an hour later. "So how do we track this thing?" asks Bo, walking.

"Oh I don't know, just follow the trail of corpses," says Tamsin.

A man is lying on the steps of a cathedral. They check for a pulse, none. The pair walk inside to investigate and the place is littered with bodies.

"Damn, I mean, darn she's got one appetite," says Bo. "Wait, did they do this to themselves?"

"Lamias are known for driving men crazy," says Tamsin.

"I'm so glad I'm not one right now."

They walk closer towards the altar and find the Lamia feeding on a priest.

"Wow that bit, I mean womanthing, has no bounds," says Bo, trying to respect the place of worship.

"I got this. Hey snake lady, how about you pick on someone your own size," says Tamsin.

The Lamia looks up, throwing the priest down. She grows in height.

"You know, that's not really my size, maybe if you bring it down a notch or two," says Tamsin.

The Lamia begins chasing Bo and Tamsin, who are ducking and dodging, hiding behind the pews.

"I think we should take this outside," says Bo

"Yeah, okay."

They run outside, the Lamia giving chase, destroying anything in her path.

Bo puts her hands up in a mocking fighting stance, blessed knife in hand. "Oh I'm so ready. Please make my day." The Lamia goes for an attack when Tamsin pushes Bo to the ground. "What the hell Tamsin? I had her."

"Yeah you had her alright, one touch from her and you would have been toast," says Tamsin.

"Wait what? How come no one mentioned that? It's kind of a major detail," says Bo.

The Lamia goes to attack them while they're on the ground when Tamsin goes into skeleton mode. "Bitch I don't think so," she says. The Lamia starts backing away helpless. "This is your cue Succubus."

"Oh yeah, right," says Bo. She leaps into the air with the knife, piercing the Lamia's heart, backing away. The two watch as the Lamia take her final agonizing breathes before she submits to the ground.

"Guess you really do know how to get to a girl's heart," says Tamsin.

"I feel a little cheated," says Bo, looking on.

Tamsin makes a call to Dyson and clean up squad on her cell, walking off. She returns and notices a red substance on Bo's shoulder. "You haven't healed have you?" she asks, with a frown.

"What, I'm fine." Bo pulls on her shirt and sees the stain. "It's probably not even mine."

Tamsin examines Bo's head. "Just like I thought." She clears her throat. "Well since your gal pal and wolf isn't here. I guess you can go ahead."

"Go ahead and do what?" asks Bo. Tamsin gives her a look. "What, feed off you? I think I'll manage."

"I don't have time for this okay. Stop with the babysitter's routine and just do it. Besides your doctor woman said that you could have like brain damage or something and I don't want to be responsible."

"I'm starting to think you might like this way too much," says Bo.

"In your dreams."

The two kiss for a short while, their cheeks blue. "Um okay, I did heal right?" asks Bo, looking strangely.

Tamsin checks Bo's head. "All better."

Out of nowhere a man approaches them, eyeing the Lamia. "Is that what I think it is?" he says, covering his mouth. "Oh Heavenly Mother of God."

"You might want to put the whammy on him," says Tamsin.

"Already on it."

A week passes. It's nighttime and Tamsin is at the police station, working late. She gets a phone call. It's Bo. "It's an emergency, I kinda need your help," she says.

"And you're calling me because?" says Tamsin.

"I don't have time to explain. Are you coming or not?" asks Bo.

"Yeah yeah, where are you?"

Tamsin shows up and finds a bloodied Bo, slump against a wall, clinging to life.

"Are you gonna stand there and watch me die, or help me into the car?" says Bo.

Tamsin helps her into the truck. "What in the hell happened to you?" asks Tamsin, now driving.

"A Xill. Well actually two of them."

"And you're not dead?" says Tamsin.

"Yeah, well, can't say the same for them."

"Why would you go after something like that alone, are you trying to get killed?" asks Tamsin.

"Well, it's kinda my job Tamsin. Things go bump in the night, attack and lay eggs in humans, missing loved ones, someone calls for help, that sorta thing."

"Why call me?" asks Tamsin.

"Because I was advised by the others not to go, but I got a little impatient. Anyway, just take me over to Dyson's. At this point I don't care what he thinks."

"So you basically called me from work to drive you to a booty-call? That's rich."

Minutes later. The car has been quiet for too long. "Hey, you alright over there? You're not dead are you?" asks Tamsin.

"No and no." Bo looks like she's in excruciating pain. "I'm not going to make it. Gosh just pull over. I don't know what's killing me faster, my wounds or all the bumps in the road."

"So what, you're going to pull a Sounder now?" asks Tamsin.

"No, I'm calling in that favor."

"What, now?" says Tamsin.

"Has there ever been a better time Tamsin?" says Bo.

Tamsin sighs. "If I do this, no more favors. You're going to have to heal another way."

"I don't really have time to debate ethics at the moment, I'm kinda dying."

"Okay, so where do you want to do this?"

"Who cares, pick a spot. And hurry," says Bo.

Tamsin drives the car off the side of the road, into a secluded area of a dark field. She gets out of the car, and helps Bo out of it. Tamsin takes out a blanket from her truck and places it on the grass, putting Bo on top of it. Tamsin starts unbuttoning her own shirt, having a hard time getting it off.

"What's taking you so long?" asks Bo.

"It's not me it's this shirt. I can't get it off."

"Let me see," says Bo. Tamsin kneels down in front of her, and Bo rips the buttons off.

"That was a new shirt."

"I'll replace it," she says, eyes glowing, pulling Tamsin closer to her. "I hope you're ready."

"Yeah, we'll see."

The next day. Tamsin and Bo are up, getting themselves together. "This is the last bottle, so you might want to go easy," says Tamsin, handing Bo a bottle of water. Bo's eyes back to all day blue again.

"Thanks," says Bo, using it to clean the blood off of her. She finishes. "I look like I've been in a massacre."

"You do. Here," says Tamsin, handing Bo another shirt. "I keep extra clothes in my truck. You never know about late nights."

"I see, thanks," says Bo, changing shirts. "Man, I feel really great," she says, folding the shirt. "I guess I couldn't have done it without you. So thanks."

"Just doing a public service," says Tamsin.

"Which I appreciated. So, this is kind of weird right? Me, you, healing together," says Bo.

"Yea well. You're not so bad. Last night, this morning."

"Well Tamsin, you're not too bad yourself."

"Maybe even better than I had expected," says Tamsin.

"Yeah, you too."

"Well, all the blood kind of threw me off though," says Tamsin.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Yeah, well I think we're square. Is it just me, or did it suddenly get hot out here?" asks Tamsin.

Bo is looking at Tamsin in a seductive manner. "Well maybe we could give it another go, to make up for the blood. If you're up for it."

"I only have to go to work. But since I'm already late."

Later that evening. Tamsin rolls off of Bo, who appears more than satisfied. "Damn," she says.

"I know," replies Tamsin.

"Okay, so maybe I shouldn't always be dying when we do this because I'm thinking maybe we could do this, often, since stress, affects everyone's health and could be the leading cause of death in women, so we should try to prevent that."

"I don't know about all that, but I do get stressed, a lot, so I'm good with prevention. Just as long as no one knows we're preventing stress," says Tamsin.

"Oh yeah of course. Okay, one more time for the road."