The next day, Tamsin is having a conversation with the figure without a form on her way to work inside of her vehicle. "I like her," it says.
"I didn't expect to hear that coming from you," says Tamsin.
"I like the way she feels."
"So now you're a freak," says Tamsin, with a smile.
"Tamsin, you and your odd language. I must go now. He has returned." It vanishes.
Tamsin walks into work. "Bo," says Dyson, his back turned.
"Um no," says Tamsin, frowning.
Dyson turns around. "Oh, I thought you were Bo."
"How is that?" asks Tamsin.
"Her scent."
"Oh I forgot you could do that. I mean you are a wolf and all. Yeah, Bo. I was in the neighborhood. Ended up fighting alongside her and Kenzi some nasty evil thing. We got into a tough spot, but was able to get out of it seeing as that I'm standing here now."
"So why didn't you inform me about it?" asks Dyson.
"Damn Dyson, what's with all the questioning, I just walked in. Can a girl at least sit down?" Tamsin sits down at her desk. "So what's the 411?"
"Another Fae death today, we're to report on scene," he says, passing her a folder.
"When was this?" she asks.
"An hour ago. You're late as usual."
"If I'm late as usual why act so surprised? I don't think the body is going anywhere anytime soon, so I'm going to hit the shower. See you in a bit partner."
Later on that day, Tamsin and Dyson are at the Dal playing pool as usual when Kenzi and Bo walk in.
"I can definitely use a drink after that. Talk about gooey. I think some landed in my mouth, so I needs me some alcohol to cleanse my throat, and to cure that image," says Kenzi. Bo laughs.
"What's going on?" asks Dyson.
"Bo and I just got done destroying a real blob, like real life. It was hideously fugly and so gross. It exploded all over us. We had to go home and shower. I can never look at the color green the same way again, unless of course it's the dollas that make me hollas," says Kenzi.
"You've been fighting a lot today," says Dyson.
"What?" says Bo, raising an eyebrow.
"Tamsin told me about a monster earlier that you three had fought with," says Dyson.
Tamsin gives Bo a look. "Um yeah, that's true, it was a monster. Of the underdeveloped kind. Yeah it was bad," responds Bo.
"What kind exactly?" asks Dyson, arms folded.
"Well, it was, what was it again Kenzi, oh yeah a troll…it was underneath a bridge," says Bo.
"And on that note, I think I should go get us some drinks," says Kenzi, walking away.
"A troll?" says Dyson.
"It was a Raglefant. We drew it out into the sunlight, watching it combust. You weren't called because it was a matter of Dark Fae at The Morrigan's discretion. Go ahead and ask her if you like. So if you don't have any more questions, comments, or concerns, can we continue this game so that I can continue beating your ass?" says Tamsin.
"No. You two have been spending a lot of time together," says Dyson.
"More than you know," says Kenzi, under her breath, returning. "Drink." She hands Bo a glass.
Bo's eyes are glowing. "Why thank you Kenzi," says Bo, letting Kenzi know that she heard her.
"What's going on with your eyes?" asks Dyson.
"Bo, honey, I told you to take your allergy medicine. She's been feeling under the weather a lot lately. Here Bo, put your glasses on," says Kenzi, handing them to her.
"Yeah, thanks Kenzi. Hate it when that happens," says Bo. She puts on the shades.
"Allergies? Have you been feeding properly?" asks Dyson.
"This is really taking a turn for the worse," whispers Kenzi, into her glass, drinking.
"Yeah, fine actually," says Bo.
"Can someone say overkill?" says Kenzi. Bo looks at Kenzi. "What, I'm just saying."
"Look, I hate to break up this little love fest, but there is a game going on, money on the table and my drink's getting hot," says Tamsin. "So can you two speed this up? No one wants to hear about if the Succubus is getting laid or not."
"Oh she's good," whispers Kenzi, to Bo.
"I think I'll have to take my partner's advice on that. I am glad that you two are finally starting to get along though," say Dyson.
"Yeah yeah. It's your turn already," says Tamsin.
"So what are you girls getting into?" asks Dyson.
Tamsin shakes her head and goes over to her beer, drinking it.
"Yeah, I was thinking about going camping this evening. Building a fire under the night sky," says Bo. Kenzi spits her drink out. "What the hell Kenzi?"
"I'm sorry. I was caught off guard. My bad," says Kenzi.
"That sounds nice. It's been a while for me," says Dyson.
"Do you even know how to build a tent?" says Tamsin.
"Um Dick's Sporting Goods and YouTube," says Bo.
"I may have to accompany you one day," says Dyson. "We could howl at the moon together."
"Aww," says Kenzi, with a smile and dreamy eyes.
"Sounds good," says Bo.
"Sounds lame," says Tamsin.
"Tonight I'm going to hit the bars, maybe get into some fights, you know the stuff of men," says Dyson.
"Well you are an animal," says Tamsin. "Game please."
"Guess I should get back," says Dyson.
"Yeah, we should go say hi to Trick. I'll catch you later," says Bo.
"It was really nice talking with you Bo, and you too Kenzi. Hope you have fun camping," says Dyson.
"Thanks. You too," responds Bo. Her and Kenzi walk over and sit at the bar.
"Ladies, how are you today?" asks Trick.
"Awesome," says Bo, chipper.
"Bummed out," says Kenzi, looking sad.
"Not more lady troubles. Here, have a bottle, I'll be over there doing something if you need me," says Trick.
"Trick you're the best," says Kenzi. He walks away.
"What was that about? You were just fine a minute ago," says Bo.
"I know, but I just feel kind of sorry for wolf man."
"Why?" asks Bo, shrugging.
"You really can't see can you?" says Kenzi.
"What? He got his love back? He could've told me a long time ago instead of pretending that he hadn't."
"But he gave it up for you Bo Bo."
"And I'm grateful, but I didn't ask him to do that. I'm tired of feeling responsible for other people's actions. Did you forget about all the pain he caused me?" says Bo.
"No I haven't but Bo," says Kenzi.
"Now I'm finally happy again. Regardless of how she was and is, she is a big part of the reason why. Why is it that you all won't let me be happy?"
"Because I think it's going to blow up astronomically. And I don't want you to be hurt," says Kenzi.
"Well, I appreciate your level of confidence, but I think I can manage this on my own."
"Look, I care about you Bo. I'm just looking out for you. I don't want to fight anymore."
"Me either," says Bo.
"So we won't worry about it anymore. Let's just focus on today and finishing this bottle off," says Kenzi.
"I'm with you on that."
"And may this Tamsin thing not blow up in your face like I think it will, but I'm not gonna say because I want you to be happy, but."
"Okay Kenzi."
That night Dyson decides to check on Bo after all to see how she's doing with her camping trip. He gets the bright idea of surprising her, perhaps influenced by the many drinks he consumed. So, he tracks her scent in wolf form, another bright idea, but the form is better suited for locating her. After finding her, he goes back to human form. Surrounded by bushes and trees, he comes up close, hearing a mixture of heavy breathing and moaning. He sees Bo straddling someone, and gentle hands draped around her back, catching a sight of blonde hair. Dyson figures that Bo and Lauren have gotten back together. Then Bo gently falls back. The woman's face is hard to recognize since her hair is in the way, but he knows she's not Lauren anymore. He assumes she must be one of Bo's one night stands. Then Bo moans out a name that would have ripped his heart out if possible. He's in disbelief. Tamsin reveals herself by doing a sexy teacher flip with her hair as she climbs on top of Bo. His face is filled with anger. He returns to his wolf form and runs away.
The days after have been a strain on Dyson and Tamsin's relationship. He has been acting really standoffish, always coming up with excuses to not hang out with her. She brushes it off, not really caring. He also has been acting out of character towards Bo, who has become aware of it. Dyson's been pushing a lot of work on Tamsin as well, making it difficult for her to spend much time with Bo.
Bo shows up late night to the station with Chinese food. Tamsin is alone at her desk, looking over case files. "Hey," says Bo, coming over to her, sitting the food down. "I brought gifts."
"You didn't have to come by. I told you that I was working late."
"Yeah, but I wanted to come by. I haven't seen you in awhile, at least a long time for us. And I thought you might be hungry." Bo hands her a Chinese takeout box and chopsticks.
"Well thanks because I am. And not that I care or anything, but Dyson's been acting kind of strange even for him," says Tamsin, eating a bit.
"Why Tamsin, are you attempting to gossip?" asks Bo, smiling. Tamsin shrugs. "It's kinda cute. But yeah I know. Something's definitely off."
"I'm just annoyed that he keeps finding stuff for me to do, like he wants me to be busy. I know I was a bit of a slacker in the past, but if he's trying to get back at me for that…"
"It's probably a wolf thing. Maybe it's that time of the month for him," shrugs Bo.
"That sounds like something I would say. I'm starting to rub off on you," says Tamsin.
"Well I wish you would, it's been some days, and I think I'm having withdrawals."
"I'm at work Bo. Plus Dyson's here, he went to get some coffee."
"There's a room in the back that me and, I'm just going to stop right there," says Bo.
"Yes thank you and definitely not, I'm not using your hand me downs."
"Well you might not want to lean against that desk," says Bo. Tamsin frowns. "I'm kidding. I think. Anyway, we can go inside the Ladies Room, I don't care."
"What if someone walks in?" asks Tamsin.
"No one's even back here."
"What about Dyson and his power of sniffing your scent on people?" asks Tamsin.
"I thought about that." Bo throws a sack of kitty litter on Tamsin's desk.
"Is that cat litter and while I was eating?" says Tamsin. Bo nods her head. "So I'm supposed to waltz around with cat litter on me because it would be too suspicious if I just showered." Bo nods her head again. "Okay, just so we're clear."
Bo enters the Ladies Room and Tamsin follows.
Dyson comes back and finds a brown paper bag with Chinese food on his desk and the freshly opened container of food on Tamsin's desk. He makes a phone call. "Yeah, if you want to bring the paperwork by, you can. I'll be here. Okay. See you soon."
Tamsin and Bo still haven't returned when Lauren shows up, she greets Dyson. "Here's the report that you requested. All of it is in there," she says, handing him a folder.
"Thank you, and thank you for coming by. I'm sorry I couldn't stop by sooner. I've been really busy with all of these Fae deaths."
"Oh, no I understand completely. I have been up to my ears with post-mortem examinations. Usually I'm not running errands this late, but I've been having a lot of free time at night." Dyson scans through the report. "As you can see, both victims suffered from similar injuries to their spinal cord, resulting in paralysis. But it wasn't the injury to the spines that resulted in their terminations for lack of a better word. It was by exsanguination, or bleeding to death, from the blunt force trauma to their craniums," explains Lauren.
"What can do that?" asks Dyson.
"Falling from a building, a car accident? I can't say with true certainty. However, the second did show signs of struggle. The marks on the victim's arms indicate that he was trying to protect himself from something, or someone."
"Thank you Lauren for completing this as quickly as you had."
"No problem Dyson," she responds.
Tamsin finally shows up to her desk. Dyson's eyes become watery and he sneezes.
"Tamsin," says Lauren, being courteous.
"Dr. Lewis," says Tamsin, with a smirk. She goes back to the food.
"So, since you have everything you need," says Lauren, looking at Dyson. "I should be on my way."
"Lauren," says Bo, surprised, finally emerging. "I wouldn't think to see you here."
"I could say the same," says Lauren.
"Well I brought Chinese," responds Bo.
"Very considerate. How have you been Bo?" asks Lauren.
"I've been great." Bo probes Lauren with her eyes. "You look really nice, and happy."
Lauren smiles awkwardly. "Well thank you. So do you."
Bo nods her head like she agrees with her thoughts about Lauren. Trapped in her thoughts momentarily, she comes to. "So, what have you been up to, and what brings you here?" she asks.
"Let's see, I've been working on my research, writing scholarly articles for publication, and still providing medical assistance. I'm currently here on business. I brought some files over for Dyson," says Lauren.
"Wow. That all sounds really great. You always wanted to have time to do all that. I'm happy for you," says Bo.
"Well it's truly amazing how much work you can get done when you finally have time to do it, and well-rested I should say," says Lauren.
"Right," says Bo, smiling, her eyes telling a story that Lauren knows all too well.
"Is this gonna be over soon? Because I was trying to eat, not lose my appetite," says Tamsin.
Dyson sneezes again. "Are you alright?" asks Lauren, looking over to him.
"I'm fine. My nose is just stuffy," he says.
"And your eyes are watery as well. Do you want me to take a look at you?" asks Lauren.
"No, I'll be fine. Thanks," says Dyson.
"Just an observation, but your cold-like symptoms could most likely be an inflammation in the lining of your sinuses which could be brought on by a number of things, but likely allergies," says Lauren.
"I'm done," says Tamsin, putting her chopsticks down in the box.
"Really I'm fine Lauren," says Dyson.
"Okay Dyson. Which brings me to you Bo," says Lauren.
"What I don't have allergies too, do I?" asks Bo.
"You haven't been by my office in awhile and I still need to run tests on you to update your records and check on your current status. So stop by soon," says Lauren.
"Okay, will do Doctor," says Bo, smiling with her eyes, doing an army salute.
"Well I'm off. Have a goodnight," says Lauren.
"I'll walk you out," says Dyson, getting up from out of his chair. The two of them exit the room leaving Tamsin and Bo alone. Tamsin continues to look at her files.
"You know, what we should do is use mattresses, which by the way I do have. Kind of think of it, I don't know why we haven't used them. I know why we haven't in the past, but now," says Bo. She stops talking after realizing she's having a conversation with herself. "Are you ignoring me?"
"If I was then I wouldn't be talking to you," responds Tamsin, not looking at Bo.
"Then why aren't you looking at me?" asks Bo.
"Because I'm reading."
"Wait, are you jealous?"
"No. I'm at work. And I have a lot of catching up to do if you don't mind," says Tamsin.
"Oh my god, you are jealous, aren't you? Because of me talking to Lauren? I was just being casual."
Tamsin looks up at her. "I don't know why you feel the need to try to explain to me how you're feeling and how I'm supposed to be feeling inside when it's my own body, but I am not or have I ever been or will be jealous of someone else, especially the likes of her. And I guess casual is the new word for overly flirtatious. While you were acting all googly-eyed, I was sitting right here in front of you. So while I appreciate the bringing of the food, you can casually leave now."
Bo starts laughing.
"I don't know what's so funny. I'm dead serious."
"I know," Bo says, still laughing.
"You're a second away from leaving here mind fucked," says Tamsin.
"You know you're kind of cute when you're angry."
"I'm not angry. I think I would know if I were getting angry, and I'm not jealous either. I'm just on a deadline, and I'm under a lot of pressure to get things done," says Tamsin.
"Tamsin, I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. It's kind of hard to not be flirty when you are by nature, but I didn't mean to be, really. And if you feel disrespected in any way, I'm sorry." Bo walks over and kisses Tamsin on the cheek. "You hear me?"
"I hear you."
Bo looks deeply into Tamsin's eyes. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? And how beautiful you are to me?" She gently caresses the side of Tamsin's face, who closes her eyes from Bo's touch.
"Not like this," says Tamsin.
"Well you are," says Bo, softly.
Tamsin reopens her eyes. "I think we should stop. Dyson can come back at any moment."
"What if I don't want to," says Bo as she kisses Tamsin's lips.
"You have to." Tamsin backs away. "And just so you know, I refuse to be added body count to that bed of yours. So if you want me on there then you need to replace it, and put down new sheets."
Dyson comes back in. Bo leaves.
"What not staying for dinner?" he asks.
"Already had my fill. Later," says Bo.