A/N: First off, wow, you guys, thank you all for all of your amazing compliments and comments. I love reading each and every one of them, you all make my day. This chapter will move the story along probably in a different way than you've imagined, but sometimes this is the right thing to do in a relationship to progress forward. Just a heads up, while still remaining vague, so none of you show up at my door with a shotgun. D:

Elbow casually resting on the back of the chair,boot firmly planted against the edge of the desk, Tamsin rocked herself back and forth on its back legs. She let her head fall back, sighing deeply. She hated waited, she fucking hated waiting.

She had to admit though that looking through the wall of windows, which surrounded the Morrigan's office, showed off the city in an incredible bird's eye view. She wasn't surprised, the leader of the Dark Fae was a prissy princess bitch. Not that she'd ever let her hear say that out loud. She pulled her head up at the sound of heals clacking in the not-so-far distance.

"There you are, sweetie." Tamsin clenched her jaw, her teeth pressing against each other tightly. Oh, one more thing I fucking hate: when moronic fucks call me sweetie.

"Speaking of the devil." She greeted with exaggerated enthusiasm, the biggest fake smile anyone has ever seen plastered on her face.

"Thank you." Genuinely flattered the leader strut behind her desk, taking a seat in the over-sized chair. She slapped Tamsin's boot, which was still resting against her desk, with the files she had carried in.

She watched Tamsin fight the urge to roll her eyes as she readjusted herself in her seat. "Here's everything that you need to know for your little exchange program." With a tight smile, she slid the files towards the blonde.

"I thought I was only starting in a month?" Leaning forward in her seat, her voice took a tone that was on the edge of annoyance and irritation

"Don't worry sweetie, you still have plenty of 'vacation' time to drink yourself into a coma."

Arching an eyebrow, she grabbed the files and glanced at The Morrigan. "Who says that's going to be different once I start?" The leader's snarky comments were enough to irk her into a drinking fit.

She flipped through the pages, uninterested, until her eyes recognized a familiar face: Lauren. Yes, that's the woman's face that'd been between your legs far too many times to count on one hand. Not only was she closely affiliated with the Succubus, the file suggested, she was also described as being her lover. Her smile faded, knuckles turned white, jaw clenched, and the fire of a thousand suns burned in her emerald eyes.

As a growl formed itself behind her throat, but Tamsin coughed twice. The first, was to hide the snarl, the second, was to clear her throat as the air way felt suddenly tight, as if something was obstructing it.

"Charming." She lifted her eyebrow at the blonde, cocking her head sideways. "Is everything alright, dear?"

"Peachy." Raising both of her eyebrows, she readjusted herself in her seat as anger boiled deep inside her chest. Tamsin slammed the file shut, bringing one of her hand up to her mouth, index moving under her nose.

"What am I suppose to do exactly?" Her voice was surprisingly even for someone who's mind was running with thoughts of murder in the first degree.

"The succubus. We suspect she's been feeding on Dark Fae, and leaving them for the humans to see."

"Classy."

"I need you to build a solid case around her."

"How solid?"

"Oh, around 25 to life solid." That might have been Tamsin's favorite sentence she ever heard coming from the Morrigan's mouth.

"Is that everything then?" The blonde abruptly rose from her chair. The overwhelming urge to tenderize the hell out of something with her fists hadn't dissolved the slightest bit throughout their conversation. She needed to go, now.

"I suppose so." The leader relaxed in her chair, eyes roaming over the blonde's body. "Oh, and Tamsin? Play nice."

"Great, that's just my area of expertise." She marched out of the office, almost missing the dark haired Mesmer coming her way.

"Hello there, gorgeous." He greeted with his usually bold British accent. Tamsin, however, greeted him by harshly bumping her shoulder into his and completely disregarding his presence.

With mock hurt, Vex shook his head at the retreating form. "The women around her sure are testy."

The Detective had been parked in front of the Light Fae compound in her beat up, 2004 Jeep Wrangler, far longer than it takes on average to attain 'stalker status'. She read Bo's file intently, wanting to know every single detail about Lauren's so called 'Lover'.

Why would Lauren hide this from her? You've gone off the deep end haven't you? Why would she tell the woman she's casually fucking, that she has a girlfriend? The file flew onto the passenger seat, paper flying, just before she slammed her fist into the steering wheel. "Fucking motherfucking fuck!"

You're getting too close. Emotions are bad, feelings are bad. They're dangerous. Tamsin hadn't planned on becoming emotionally invested with the Doctor, but despite herself, she came to crave the woman's touch more and more each time they met in a violent tango of dominance and power. She liked to hold on to the fantasy that it was simply about physical contact, yet it couldn't erase the pang in her chest.

It was her cross to bear as a Valkyrie, and there was nothing she could do about it. "Fuck it." Boots met solid ground, as her hand pushed the Jeep's door with aloud clank behind her.

"Just like a band-aid." Marching into the compound, she paid no attention to her surroundings. The only thing in her field of vision was the route to Lauren's apartment.

Bursting through the threshold, nearly ripping the door of its hinges, green eyes fell on the startled Doctor seated behind the monitors at her desk. "Lauren, I-" Her tone was firm, but quickly cut off by Lauren's words.

"Tamsin, you scared me." Her chair rolled backwards as she stood up and stepped toward the taller blonde. "I haven't seen you in a while." I've missed you, she thought bowing her head. Strands of blonde hair fell around her face, hiding the blush that reddened her cheeks momentarily.

lifting her head back up, a soft smile spread on her lips. "How have you been, what-" Before she knew what was happening, Tamsin's lips were on hers, caressing her own with the intensity she became familiar with these past weeks.

The dreaded farewell kiss. The Valkyrie didn't care that the kiss was a chick flick cliché, she only cared that she could taste Lauren one last time, rendering everything else around her obsolete. That is, until her lips were ripped away from the Doctors', and not by one of the women previously engaged in the embrace. By something else, or rather, someone else.

Fingers gripped her bicep, twisting her around sharply. The distinctive sound of a knife being unsheathed was heard before the pointy, and very shinny, weapon was pointed in her direction.

"Hands off, or I cut them off." Bo threatened.

"Thanks for the cock block." Tamsin wore her usual cocky attitude, crossing her arms over her chest. Remaining unfazed by the deadly weapon, which was dangerously close to her throat. Judging by her handle on social situations, the Detective probably found herself in this particular predicament more often that she was willing to admit.

"Who the hell are you?" Her eyes never leaving Tamsins', she reached for the Doctor's arm, pulling Lauren behind her.

"I'm sorry, but who invited you?" Taking a step forward, she felt the cool and sharp edge of the blade press against her throat. Hard headed and defiant, she stood her ground against the agitated Succubus.

"Bo, she's a friend. It's okay." Her hand caught the brunette's wrist as she put herself between the knife and Tamsin.

She, cocked her head sideways from behind Lauren's shoulder, a tight smile on her lips as she bounced both of her eyebrows.

Dark brown eyes quickly darted between both women, as she readjusted her grip on the knife, shifting her weight from her left leg to her right. "So that was what…a friendly kiss, for good luck?" Her hand was gently pushed down, and she finally surrendered, sliding the knife back into its snug holster.

Moving to Lauren's side, she leaned forward slowly. Arms still crossed, eyes throwing daggers at the brunette, her tone was nothing but harsh. "This doesn't concern you Succubus. Go home." Standing up straight, she readjusted the lapels of her jacket with a firm tug, before loosely throwing her arm around Lauren's shoulders, letting it dangle by her chest.

"I'm sure your girlfriend's going to call you once we're done." Fake smile in place, Tamsin's voice raised a few octaves, causing her to sound cheery and bubbly when her face suggested the exact opposite.

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" The succubus demanded impatiently. She sent a glare Lauren's way, for not shrugging the woman off. Who is she anyways? Who gave her the right to touch my Doctor?

"I second that statement." Turning on her heels, the blonde faced Tamsin. "How do you know about Bo?" She asked, forehead creased, brown eyes gazing into the Detectives'.

"Look, if we're going to have this conversation, it's going to be in private."

Reluctantly, Lauren turned towards her previous lover, an apologetic look on her face. "I'll call you." The words were spoken softly, as if her voice got any higher the tension in the room would shatter into a million pieces.

"Told you." Tamsin added smugly, receiving a pointed look from Lauren, which she shrugged off with an innocent: 'What did I say?' shrug.

Bo's response was immediate and sharp. "No. There's no way I'm leaving you with…"

"Tamsin, Detective Tamsin." Using her fingers to push the left side of her jacket to the side, she flashed the brunette her badge. Until she receives her Division 38 badge, she would keep the old one from her previous Precinct clipped to her belt most of the time.

No one noticed the numbers or letters on it as she passed everyone in line waiting for a delicious Canadian brewed coffee, claiming that it was 'Official Police Business'. Works every time, saves all the time.

"Now unless you want your pretty little ass sitting in a cold and filthy jail cell for assaulting a Peace Officer, I suggest you back the fuck off." The Valkyrie barked, smirking when Bo's face mirrored panic, her gaze undoubtedly catching a glimpse of the shinny object of authority.

"Fine, fine." She moved forward, stepping in Tamsin's personal space. "But if I don't get a call from her in the next thirty minutes, so help me God-"

"Yaddi-yadda, move along now." Rolling her green eyes, she turned the woman around and gave her a helpful push towards the exit.

For Lauren, Bo willed herself to stay calm. She figured it had been traumatic enough watching her lover kill her girlfriend; Lauren didn't need to see Bo rip that woman's head off too. She left without saying another word, the clacking of her knee high boots echoing in the long corridor.

"Such a sweetheart, that girl." Tamsin remarked sarcastically.

"Well that went…lovingly. I have to say, it's not how I imagined this to go…at all." She made a face.

"Do you make a habit of thinking about the three of us? Because, as pretty as she is, two's company and three's a porno."

"That's not-." A pause, her eyes gazed down at her shoes as she desperately attempted to erase the image of the three of them rocking her bed. "You owe me a talk."

Walking into the living room, Tamsin rested against the back of the couch, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "The Light and the Dark have been toying with the idea of merging both sides. So, I'm there live experiment."

"How exactly?"

"They're making me your girlfriend's former boyfriend my new partner. Some kind of fucked up exchange program to see how both sides work together."

"She's not- I mean, we're not together." The Doctor clarified, moving strands of her hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear.

"This is the most complicated triangle I've ever since that time I attempted to solve for X in high school math." You're staling and you know it. What happened to 'just like a band-aid?'

With a grin, she walked towards the Valkyrie. "Pythagorean Theorem, I always found it fascinating how-"

The Doctor's giddiness about anything nerd related always made Tamsin smile, but this time she simply cut her off sharply. "That's great, Doc, but it gave me a headache back then, it's surely going to now."

"Aren't you like…a gazillion years old?" Moving herself into the blonde's personal space, Lauren snaked her arms around Tamsin's waist, under the jacket. "You wouldn't have attended high school." The Detective's muscles were tense, so tense it was like hugging a concrete wall. Concerned, Lauren thought she just needed some release. Which she will be glad to help her with, in just a few moments.

"Well, to make sure us immortal types don't seem like cavemen to humans, we're given tests to keep up to date with whatever field the Dark are placing us into. Safe to say, they didn't keep me in the sciences program for long."

"Neat." She chuckled, looking down at their bodies pressed together. Lauren had given Bo the venom, and the gang was going to engage into the enemy's territory in less than 24 hours. Nervous wasn't the word she would describe the triple back flips her stomach would do every time she thought about it.

"Sure." She raised an eyebrow at Lauren's sudden change of demeanor. "What?" If she's going to break up with you first-what the fuck am I saying? We're not a couple.

"We're going to be fighting the Garuda, tomorrow." Not many odds, out of all of them, were in their favor. Sure she had managed to de-coagulate the venom and bind everyone with Bo with the Succubus' blood, but The Garuda was a far more powerful creature than any of them have ever faced, including herself.

"If it's a good luck fuck you're after-"

"Come with us?" Lauren asked spontaneously. No one was guaranteed to come alive, and she wouldn't have to worry about never seeing Tamsin again if she was fighting at her side. "We could always use one more experienced Fae."

"I can't, Lauren." Gently, she untangled Lauren's arms from her waist, and stepped away from the embrace fully. At least, she had seen the blonde smile and felt the warmth of their bodies pressed together one last time.

"He's not only threatening the Light, Tamsin, the Dark are also at risk. It wouldn't be politically wrong for you to help us." The Doctor desperately pleaded, reaching out for the Valkyrie, who quickly shrugged her off. Confused by this sudden coldness, she took a step back, willing to give her some space.

It's now or never. "It's not my fight. I helped you with the venom,and I was probably just semi-conscious at the time, but I'm not fighting alongside the Scooby gang." Her heart started racing in her chest, smashing itself against her rib cage violently.

"For me?" Not the puppy dog eyes, Tamsin pleaded as she fought every urge in her body to abandon ship and take the woman back into her arms. Her face never gave any indication of her inner turmoil, slowly ripping her apart.

"What do you think this is, Lauren? I don't know what fantasies you're deluding yourself with, but us, you and I" Her tone was cold as ice as she moved her index finger back and forth between them.

"It's just about fucking. I could care less about you and your little friends." Tamsin swallowed hard, forcing the wave of nauseous back down as her own words echoed in her head.

Tears shone in Lauren's eyes, on the edge of cascading down her cheeks. Her face contorted in the pain that was felt throughout her body.

Time for the grand finale. She'll hate your guts forever. Placing her hand on the woman's shoulder, she looked into chocolate brown eyes. Where joy previously filled them, it was replaced by hurt and betrayal. "Look, don't feel so bad. You're great in bed, very enthused, but it's time for me to scram." Her hand was ripped off the blonde's shoulder, and she clenched her jaw tightly to prevent her façade from crashing around all around her.

Getting her breathing under controll, she swallowed the lump in her throat, though it wasn't easy. "I would suggest that you leave before I call Bo, whom I might add, is very, very protective of me." Her voice wavered as she fought to hush the tears and sob threatening to escape, like a brave warrior facing his greatest fear.

"See ya, Doc." Like a gust of wind, Tamsin was out of the apartment as quickly as she came in. The snap of the door closing behind her resonated throughout her body, finally cracking the façade wide open. resting her back against the door, she crumpled to the floor like a discarded puppet discarded by its master.

Behind the door, Lauren was in the same exact position, slumped on the ground, back against the sturdy wooden door. Sobs quickly overcame her, her entire body shaking as tears streamed down her face.

As the first sob filtered through the cracks, the nausea was back with a vengeance. Tone legs carried Tamsin to the closest bathroom, where she emptied the content of her stomach in the reflective, chrome sink.

After the last painful spasm in her stomach, her arms, which had been used to hold her up, were starting to shake. She let herself slump forward on her elbows, resting her forehead against the cool metal of the sink.

After what might have been half an hour, the blonde rinsed her mouth and stood up straight. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror: empty emerald eyes told the tale of a life long struggle, while blood red veins popped against the pale tone of her pale skin from the strain of the violent spasms.

She stared back at herself with despise, hating what her Fae heritage has forced her to become. Clenching her fists tightly, she punched her reflection. Several broken pieces of glass had peeled off and embedded themselves into her knuckles.

Tamsin flexed her fingers, watching the thick red liquid slowly drip down her fingers, droplets spotting the sink crimson. Just like her blood finding an end to its journey, she can find solace in the fact that Lauren wouldn't be harmed. Not by the Detective's own doing at least.

Though, she had every intention of surveying the fight tomorrow. Bo might be powerful, but Tamsin would slit her own throat before letting Lauren's life in the hands of a baby Succubus.