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The inside of the interrogation room was eerily quiet and Lauren fidgeted as she waited for whatever was going to happen next. Her mind was still spinning about the events that had transpired earlier that night and she found herself wondering if Bo was okay. Funny, a few weeks ago she'd be freaking out about Tamsin and what trouble she could be in but in this instance the only thing clouding her brain involved Bo.

Bo Dennis.

The one fucking person that Lauren didn't know what to do with. All her life Lauren had been good at reading people, good at connecting with them, treating them with respect and courtesy and receiving the same in return. All that flew out the window the moment she met Bo and Lauren realized it was that moment that turned her life into the shit storm it is now. The irony wasn't lost on Lauren that she was now the one nervously waiting in a room for the petite woman who had visited her at the club only a few weeks ago. Guessing that karma wasn't on her side Lauren took a deep breath as she braced herself for whatever trouble was headed her way.

Outside the room Kenzi tapped her foot as she waited for the detective to finish his paperwork. She'd wanted to get in there and question Lauren as soon as the blonde was brought into the room but she knew protocol demanded the suspect be processed first. She wasn't a trial lawyer by any means but she knew enough about the justice system to know when her irrational actions might jeopardize a case. Finally Hale walked over to her and handed her a file. "She's all yours. You sure you don't need me in there?"
Kenzi opened it briefly and looked up at him with annoyance. "I got it. And turn the microphone off. I don't want this on record." She knew whatever would come of this conversation would most likely be more than the detective needed to hear, at least not before she could put at water tight case together and Kenzi wanted to take her time in rounding up the loose ends. Hale shook his head and flipped a switch indicating the microphone to the room was not in use. Satisfied, Kenzi picked up her briefcase and walked into the room letting the door slam shut behind her.

Inside the room, Lauren jumped slightly as the loud sound got her attention and she looked at Kenzi carefully as the petite woman sat down across from her. "Who the fuck are you?"

Lauren didn't care for pleasantries, nor did she give a shit about playing nice with any lawyer at the moment. She figured Kenzi wasn't law enforcement when the she had to wait for the paperwork to be processed so the only reasonable explanation for who or what she was could be legal counsel. And, guessing by the clothes she was wearing and the five thousand dollar heels she was in Lauren knew this was no public defender.

"I'll ask the questions. What is your involvement with Bo Dennis?"
Externally Kenzi appeared cold and calculated but Lauren had seen enough clients both in her office as well as her sex dungeon to know when someone wasn't being completely honest. After staring at her for a few minutes Lauren recognized Kenzi, difficult with all the clothing and make up on, and she smiled internally as she leaned back in her chair. "I'm afraid I can't answer your question."
Kenzi raised an eyebrow at the almost coy tone the blonde used. It was far different from the woman that was sitting in the back of the patrol vehicle and she knew almost instantly that she'd been recognized. "If you don't want to spend the next twenty years in jail, you'll reconsider."
She took out a different file from her briefcase than the one Hale had given her and set the closed paperwork on the table in front of her waiting for Lauren to say something. Again, the blonde peered at her and Kenzi detected a slight smile on her face. "On what grounds? And I know the law, don't have to say anything."

Kenzi snorted at the ridiculousness of the comment. "Are you saying you want a lawyer?"
Lauren rolled her eyes and laughed almost in amusement. "No. I'm saying I don't have to tell you shit because I haven't been charged with anything." She may not have had many run-ins with the law but in her profession it was critical that Lauren understood how certain things worked. In her intern days Lauren had worked for a state agency and she knew somewhat of how the proceedings went when someone was charged with a crime. Usually she was called in to evaluate suspects to see if they were fit for trial and right now Lauren wasn't certain she'd pass that test as her mind reeled with trying to grasp the weight of the situation along with harnessing the war raging on her emotions.

Kenzi opened the file that Hale had given her. "Seems to me you're being charged with assault and murder 2." Sure it was a slight exaggeration but Kenzi knew she was still within her grounds to get a statement from Lauren. She opened the other file, the one she'd brought with her and looked up at Lauren with a pitying glance. "And that's on top of the money laundering charges you are about to face. Interesting that you work as a therapist yet your income seems to be a few digits more than that of a normal psychologist. Or is your partner the one who is running the scheme and you're just the pass through for legality purposes?"

The blonde's face fell slightly when she heard the charge. "Bo's dead?" She never expected that outcome and she was certain Bo had been stabilized before they took her in the ambulance to the hospital. Suddenly Lauren felt the urge to need confirmation of this statement but she wasn't sure if it was to grieve or to be satisfied that this chapter of her life may finally be over. Bo had cost her everything and Lauren was more than ready to put it all behind her.
Kenzi smirked slightly. Of everything she'd said that was the one thing Lauren picked up on and it made her happy but also sick to her stomach that Bo was the focus of this conversation. Kenzi knew she was playing with fire and she needed answers. Fast. "I'll ask you again, what was your involvement with her?"
Lauren glared at Kenzi as her anger surfaced in waves. "Same as my involvement with you Counselor. Now, unless you want that on record get me the fuck out of here."

Kenzi took a quiet breath and looked at the blonde calmly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Lauren raised her eyebrows. "Let me tell you something, I have a good memory, a very good memory. I know all of my clients and can recall facets of their backgrounds that they probably don't even know. So think about that before you answer this question. Do you want me to sit here answering your bullshit questions or do you want to let me leave and I'll keep your little secret?"
Kenzi raised an eyebrow. "That's extortion. You can't bribe a public official."
Lauren snorted before staring at Kenzi with cold but fiery eyes. "This is no bribe. This is an eye for an eye. You let me walk and I keep my mouth shut. You don't and I'll go on record as to my connection to Bo Dennis and more importantly…to you. You and I both know this is nothing but an attempt to get information from me because you saw what happened the same as I did. Now either charge me or let me go."
Kenzi stared at her for what felt like ages. It was a tough call as she knew her reputation, career and more importantly her freedom that was in jeopardy here. If it got out about her visit to the club she was certain she would be traced back to Bo. And it would be awfully convenient that her own income increased after meeting the young stock broker. No, it was too early in the game to reveal her entire hand so Kenzi did what she needed to do. She closed up both files and nodded. "Fine, I'll drop this for now."

Lauren stood up and nodded as she looked down at Kenzi and addressed her in a cold, empty tone. Similar to the one she used at the club. "You'll drop it and you'll stay out of my affairs. My finances and involvement with anyone is none of your concern. If you decide that advice isn't worth heeding then I welcome you to try but you and I both know you have much more to lose than I do."

Kenzi looked at her with a neutral expression. "What more do you have to lose Lauren?"
The blonde held her stare. "Nothing. That's why you should keep your nose out of where it doesn't belong." With that Lauren exited the interrogation room and walked past the confused detective who was waiting outside the room. Hale watched her walk out of the police station and he entered the interrogation room to talk to Kenzi.

"What was that?"

Kenzi shrugged as she stuffed her file back in her briefcase and handed him the police file. "Got the wrong girl. Sorry."

Hale looked confused. "What the hell are you talking about Kenzi?"

The raven haired woman shrugged as she walked past him and followed Lauren's path out of the station. "It was the other woman she was with. Tamsin something or other." She had all the details on who Tamsin was but she didn't want Hale to get to her first. Kenzi would have her own justice but she needed to get to the tall blonde first. If she had a vendetta out against Bo then she could be a useful ally if the time came. And with her and Lauren apparently having a falling out she may be able to kill two birds with one stone.

Lauren exited the police station and sighed as she tried to figure out what her next move would be. She had no idea where Tamsin went, although if she thought about it she had a pretty good suspicion, and with Bo dead she wasn't sure she had the energy left to do anything but sleep for a long, long time. Making her way down the street Lauren had no idea where she was going as she was both emotionally and physically drained from the events of the last week. She wasn't even trying to wrap her head around what happened with Tamsin and Evony and Bo and she didn't think she'd be able to do that until she was rested and had some time to process.

Turning down a main road she realized she was in front of the hospital where Bo had been taken to in the ambulance. She stood outside the massive medical facility staring at it blankly as if it would somehow hold the answers she was seeking to make sense of all this. Without thinking Lauren found herself charging into the hospital and before she knew what was going on she was standing in front of the nurses' station in the emergency room.

"Dr. Lewis to see patient Bo Dennis."

The young nurse behind the counter looked at her skeptically and Lauren was pretty certain her disheveled appearance was an indication that she may not be who she said she is. The girl looked down at her computer and glanced back at Lauren. "Sorry, Doctor…"

Lauren huffed as she tried to look as authoritative as possible. "Lewis. I was called in to view the body. Now where is the patient?"

The girl looked a bit scared at the growl that emerged from the blonde and she quickly typed a few key strokes before looking up at Lauren hesitantly. "Room 104, just down the hall Doctor."

Lauren just nodded as she took off towards the room not really sure why she was there. Maybe it was to see for herself that Bo was really dead or maybe it was to bring some peace of mind that she wasn't crazy and would be the first step in processing the myriad of emotions running through her. The walk down the long and very busy corridor was the complete opposite of the one she made on an almost nightly basis when she was working at the club and for a split second Lauren recalled the anticipation she felt when she'd made that walk and opened the door to reveal Bo as her client. That seemed like ages ago and she felt like a completely different woman than the one who had all but manhandled the brunette a little over a week ago. Finally reaching the doorway Lauren had to pause and she took a breath before entering the room as she wasn't certain of what she would find.

The loud incessant beeping told Lauren straight away that Kenzi had lied to her about the possible charges as Bo was very obviously not dead, at least not according to the medical definition. Lauren took a few quiet steps into the room and looked over the various monitors that were hooked up to Bo keeping her alive and monitoring her vitals as part of the normal stabilization process.

"Oh Bo…"

The statement was soft and ghosted over her lips as she made her way further into the room. Lauren wasn't sure what she was hoping to accomplish but some part of her felt like the brunette shouldn't be alone right now. It always made Lauren sad to think of people who didn't have anyone significant in their lives and it dawned on her that right now she was no different from Bo. Both lived their lives behind a well-crafted façade and both were experts at not only holding people at arm's length but at being able to pick and choose what side of themselves they wanted people to see.

"I'm so sorry…"

The first tear that fell was a surprise to Lauren but as soon as she felt it run down her face she was helpless to stop the steady flow that followed. Perhaps she was crying for the brunette and the situation she found herself in or perhaps she was crying from all the stress of the past few days finally making its presence known and finding a release she didn't know she needed. Lauren looked at Bo's still body behind the cloudiness of her tears and for the first time she really saw the brunette as a person rather than something she was running from.

Or towards.

Or in spite of.

It was clear to the outside observer that Lauren held some sort of connection to the lifeless body on the bed but the ultimate question was…what was that connection? If you asked Lauren, she would say Bo was her nemesis. The first person in a long time to get under her skin and make her really feel things, both good and bad, and it was because of this that she hated her. But hatred doesn't come without a price and in this moment Lauren felt a need for Bo not to leave this earth so soon. She needed that polar opposite both pulling and pushing her in order for her to feel some sort of normalcy and Lauren almost felt cheated at the fact that Bo might not survive this attack. Needing to feel some sort of deeper connection Lauren slowly brought her hand up to rest lightly over Bo's as she watched the brunette carefully for any indication of recognition that she was there.

BEEEEEP

The machine next to Bo's head went off with a loud shrill beep and soon the room was full of nurses and doctors all scrambling to save the life of the woman Lauren was so infatuated with. When Tamsin had stabbed Bo at the restaurant Lauren's initial reaction was to panic and fear for Bo's safety. Not because she loved her and not because she hated her, but rather…she wasn't done with her. Lauren knew she needed closure with the fiery brunette but the problem was she didn't know what form that closure would take.

"Damn you Bo…you cannot die on me."

Backing out of the room slowly Lauren felt sick to her stomach as she watched the organized chaos unfold in front of her eyes. She heard various medical terms being thrown around and some part of her brain that had studied the physiological texts during her undergrad years told her that Bo's heart had just stopped beating at that moment. Most likely it was due to the incessant cocaine and alcohol abuse that the brunette took part in combined with the stab wound that made her circulatory system weak and fragile. Lauren sighed as she rubbed her hands together hoping against hope that this arrogant woman she so desperately clung to was able to survive.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The tall blonde staggered against the side of the liquor store where she'd purchased a few bottles of her favorite clear liquid relief. Hands still bloodied from the events earlier in the day she tried to wipe the now dried blood off on her pants but it was a futile attempt as she was severely drunk and she had no recognition of this fact let alone why the blood wasn't coming off.

The stocky man in front of her just smiled a toothy smile as he took a step closer drawing a concealed 9mm out of his jacket pocket. "My employer would like a word with you."

Tamsin snorted as she tossed back one of the bottles of Vodka loving how the clear liquid burned on the way down. "Well fuck your employer, I'm a little busy." She held up the bottle and laughed manically as she took another sip.

The man's smile fell and he closed the gap between them grabbing her on the arm roughly. "Save it bitch. Now let's go."

He proceeded to drag her down the alley a bit not caring that she was struggling against him and stumbling along as he pulled her toward the black Escalade parked at the end of the street. The man ripped the bottle of vodka out of Tamsin's hands and threw it to the side before opening the door and shoving her in next to another man with dark sunglasses on and a unique smell of cigars and brandy that seemed to encompass him. Tamsin looked up at him through glassy eyes and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

The man smiled and pulled a Cuban cigar out of his pocket to cut off one end before lighting the other. He took a few puffs letting the smoke linger around him before smirking at her. "Seems you need some help. And I can be helpful, for a price."

Tamsin made a gagging sound and reached for the door. "Fuck you. Let me out of here."

The man grabbed her arm tightly enough to bruise her on contact as he pulled her close. "Trust me Tamsin, you want my help. You need my help."

Tamsin looked down at where he was grabbing her and then back up at his face. "And who the fuck are you?"

The man smiled as he leaned back and relaxed slightly. "Federal Agent Douglas White. But my friends call me Raymond."