Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Lost Girl or it's characters. The things I would do if I did...
Author's Note: I re-published the previous chapter as I made some changes that I felt was more in-character and true to the story. With that in mind, please make sure to re-read that chapter, as it's part of this "episode", along with Pt III which should be up in a few days.
P.S. Were about to start getting LEMONY. There's just some mild citrus in this one, but be warned, it's coming (in the next chapter, most likely)! Though if you watch the show Lost Girl, you're probably more than okay with some dirty scenes.
Enjoy!
Kenzi sat up straight as the Callaway house came into view.
"Wowza," she called, looking at the three story house. Though, house was a tame word for the gated mansion.
"You're telling me," Bo agreed. She pulled up to the gate and, as instructed, hit the "call" intercom button on the panel.
"Yes?" A feminine voice rang out from the speaker.
"Miss Kylie? It's Bo Dennis. We spoke earlier."
The gate made a loud mechanical whirring noise at it began unlocking, brass pieces moving as it swung inward.
"Of course, Miss Dennis." Kylie spoke again. "You can park in front of the garage, next to the gardener's truck," she instructed.
"Of course," Kenzi pantomimed in a snooty voice. "Next to the gardener's truck."
Bo grinned. "So this is how the upper class lives, huh?"
They drove slowly down the driveway taking in the well-manicured lawn and impeccable landscaping. The house looked like it belonged near a beach in Southern California.
"So what's the game plan, Bo-Bo?" Kenzi asked once they parked and were heading towards the double front doors.
"Well, despite your 'gut feeling' that she did it, we don't have any reason to suspect the assistant." Bo said.
"Yet." Kenzi drawled.
Bo simply grinned at her, before giving the door a firm knock. Moments later a shadow moved in front of the frosted glass door and it opened to reveal a beautiful, young women, her face pinched in worry.
"Miss Dennis?" She asked.
Bo nodded. "Bo is fine." She said. "May we come in and talk? Take a look around?"
The woman quickly moved out of the way. "Of course, of course. I'm sorry, come in." She babbled.
"This is my partner Kenzi, she's going to be assisting me today." Bo said.
"Sup?" Kenzi nodded to her, looking around the foyer in with big eyes. The marble floor stretched out to the grand entrance way and a curling staircase that led to the second floor.
"Nice to meet you," Kylie said distractedly. "Do you have any leads yet? The police aren't even looking for Derek anymore. They think he left on his own." She said angrily.
"And you don't?" Bo asked.
"Of course not!" She said "He wouldn't leave us—"
"Us?" Kenzi turned, brows raising. "Is this one of those Big Love things?" Kenzi asked.
"No," Kylie scowled. "You have to understand—the three of us? We're family. I've known Bonnie and Derek for years. Bonnie and I have been best friends since we were kids. And when Derek came into the picture, I was right there to watch them fall in love. They're perfect for each other." She said with a watery smile. "They're both my best friends."
"How did you end up working for Mrs. Callaway then?"
"Bonnie needed me." She said simply, shrugging her shoulders. "I was working for a big PR firm downtown when Bonnie's career took off. She's always been the one to do everything on her own, never asks for help." She rolled her eyes. "But she needed help badly. She was working 60 hour weeks, running herself into the ground."
"One day Derek came to me and begged me to talk to her. She wouldn't listen to him, said she didn't trust anyone not to screw up her work. She was exhausted, sick all the time. So one day I marched into my office, quit my job and never looked back. I picked up coffee, went to Bonnie's office while she was at a meeting and organized all of her mess and rescheduled all of her appointments for the next two days."
Kylie smiled fondly. "Bonnie flipped when she found out. But I didn't exactly give her a choice. I showed up the next day to make sure she took her day off, and the next one too. I just started showing up every day, sometimes picking her up from the house."
"Eventually Bonnie stopped complaining and just started paying me. I think she was afraid I would just keep showing up, even for free. I moved into the guest house after a few months. That was a few years ago."
"Guest house?" Bo asked.
"It's more of a pool house, but yeah. Bonnie and Derek both do very well for themselves."
"Any you?" Kenzi crossed her arms. "Feeling a little jipped? I mean, you quit a great job to clean up after your bestie. Gotta hurt."
Kylie let out a dry laugh. "I make twice what I would have made at that PR firm. Maybe more." She boasted. "Like I said, Bonnie does well for herself."
"But still," Bo reasoned. "Working for your best friend, living with her, can't be easy."
"So what," Kylie asked. "I killed Derek because I sometimes argue with Bonnie? Of course not." She said. "Bonnie and I have disagreements about work sometimes. But it always blows over five minutes later. At the end of the day, our friendship always comes first."
Bo looked over at Kenzi, who grudgingly understood that. She lived with and worked for/with her best friend too, after all.
"Can you walk us through the last time you saw Derek?" Bo asked.
Kenzi tuned them out and began walking around the large house. She looked at some of the pictures on the wall. Bonnie and Derek, happily smiling in all of them. Kylie was in a lot of them too, smiling just as happily. She stared at a picture of the three of them, Derek laughing in the middle, arms around both women's shoulders, Bonnie and Kylie on both sides both staring up at him adoringly. Another photo next to it was of just Kylie and Derek, meaning Bonnie was probably taking the picture. They were on a fishing boat, wearing life jackets and holding up their catch. Kylie was laughing at Derek whose fish was half the size of hers. Something about the photos were niggling at the back of her mind but she couldn't quite grasp it.
She kept wandering, touching things here and there, imagining living in a place like this. She made her way upstairs, looking for anything out of the ordinary, until she came to the master suite.
"Come to mama," she purred seductively as she took in the master, one side with a flat screen and decadent looking couches set up as a living space. And the other a California king sized bed.
On both end tables there were small stacks of books, picture frames and knick-knacks. The same niggling sensation at the back of her mind had her crossing to the left side of the bed. Distantly, she heard Bo call her name, but ignored it.
When she reached the middle of the room a chill shot up her spine, freezing her on the spot. Something familiar pulled at her chest, a warm sensation spreading through her stomach quickly.
"Kenzi?" Bo called her voice closer this time.
The warm sensation quickly heated up to a burning sensation, one that spread quickly to her lungs making it hard to breathe. Her head lolled forward on her shoulders.
"Kenz?" Bo asked from behind her. "You weren't answering me. You okay?" She asked.
Kenzi tried to open her mouth to speak but found that her mouth wouldn't open. She tried to draw a breath again to speak, and her lungs didn't budge. 'Oh fae,' she thought, finally recognizing the sensation. She was crossing over.
"Kenzi?!" Bo's panicked voice sounded further away this time, though logically she knew that Bo was closer.
Kenzi's vision began to gray just as the temperature in the room plummeted.
"Not again," Kenzi shivered, rubbing her arms. Turning, she saw that Bo and Kylie were both frozen in place with worried looks on their faces, Bo's even more so.
Looking past her, Kenzi searched all the corners of the room quickly, analyzing the shadows, looking for any movement.
"Ke…zi" A faint whisper called out from her left.
Turning quickly, Kenzi didn't see anything. A buzzing, or humming sensation caught her senses though. An object on the bedside table was faintly glowing. The picture frame on the bed's left bedside table had a faintly yellow glow around it, the only object of color in the gray. She was pulled towards it. Her hand reached out for it on its own volition.
"Ke… Don't" The whisper called. "…n!"
In a daze she reached for the object, just as she touched it she was sucked into another version of the bedroom. This time it was in color, but hazy, shifting, almost as if it would fall apart at any moment.
There on the bed sat Derek.
"Derek!" Kenzi called to him.
There was no sign that he heard her as he sat holding the picture frame. His face was one of despair as he sat staring at the frame.
"Derek, answer me!" Kenzi shouted, a chill racing up her spine.
The temperature in the room wasn't as bad now, but her body had a deep chill she couldn't shake. In answer he just stroked the glass of the frame. Kenzi walked over to him and reach out a hand to his shoulder, which promptly went through him.
"Oh, balls!" She yelled, yanking her hand back quickly. She leaned over to look at the picture but it was hazy, changing from one image to another so quickly, she couldn't see what it was. On the bedside table, his alarm clock glowed. It was the same morning that he disappeared.
"Who are you looking at, Derek?" She called out to him. "Does this have something to do with what happened to you?"
There was no answer. He put the picture frame back on the bedside table and quickly walked through Kenzi, and into the master bathroom.
"Watch it, buddy!" She called after him, the chills racing up her spine again, this time stronger.
She moved after him but when she moved to open the bathroom door, the image quickly faded and she was back in the gray image of the room. Over her should Bo and Kylie had moved minutely. Barely enough to notice unless you had been looking for it.
What had moved were the shadows. They had creeped out much farther than they had when she first entered the room. An artic breeze swirled through the room, blowing Kenzi's hair into her face.
"—un!" A whisper called out faintly. Kenzi held her breath and listened closer, trying to tune out the wind. Suddenly her shoulders were gripped tightly, and she buckled in response.
"Ahh—" She screamed. The deathly grip on her shoulders kept her upright. She was spun around quickly, and her eyes met a pale, sunken in, gray face of a women, straggles of hair were stuck to her face. She looked like she could be 18, or 80. Her face was so haggard and sunken in, there was no way to tell.
"KENZI," the woman screamed loudly. "RUN!"
Kenzi was pushed back a couple of feet forcefully just as the woman was yanked into a dark shadow that appeared behind her, the woman gone in an instant, terror on her face until the last millisecond. Heart racing and hands shaking, Kenzi reached up and covered her eyes, and forcing her eyes shut.
"Come on, Kenzi." She growled. "You can do this."
She felt a presence directly in front of her, and the front of her body was immediately covered in goosebumps. Ignoring it, she focused on the heat in her stomach, and forced it to spread outward. Her lungs began to burn and her hands shook even more. Focusing on that sensation, Kenzi let it course through her until the floor gave out beneath her, swallowing her whole.
"Shit," Kenzi mumbled to herself as she crumbled to the ground.
Hands immediately wrapped around her, one around her shoulder and one pushing her hair out of her eyes and pulling her face up to meet Bo's, eyes wide with fear.
"Kenzi? Talk to me." She called, searching her eyes. "Are you okay? What just happened?"
Kenzi took deep breaths, focusing on the fire leaving her chest.
"I'm okay, Bo-Bo." Kenzi said, reaching up and holding Bo's wrist, grounding herself. "Just took a quick stroll on the other side."
"You just faded away Kenzi!" Bo said loudly. "You just disappeared. Don't ever do that to me again!" Bo shook her shoulders. "Do you hear me? Never again. Your training stops NOW, Kenzi."
"Um—can someone please explain to me what just happened?" Behind them, Kylie was ghostly white.
"That wasn't planned Bo," Kenzi pulled her hand off of her cheek and gripped it, using it to help her stand. After a couple woozy seconds with Bo steadying her, she felt strong enough to let go.
She turned to look at the bed. "I think something pulled me to the other side."
"What?" Bo asked. "What do you mean pulled?"
"I don't know," Kenzi mumbled and pulled away from Bo.
She walked over to the bedside table. On it, was a half-full glass of water, a pair of reading glasses, a worn book or two, the alarm clock, and a picture frame. She immediately picked it up, but the picture had been removed. It was empty.
"What was in this frame?" Kenzi asked Kylie quickly.
"Um—" A flush rose to the young woman's cheeks, restoring some of her color. "It was a photo of me and Bonnie." She swallowed, "the police think Derek took it with him when he left. It's the only thing missing from the house. Derek's wallet and car keys are even still here. All of his shoes…" She trailed off.
"Kenzi," Bo interrupted. "Will you please tell me what just happened here?"
"It's hard to explain Bo-Bo." Kenzi tried. "But I think I got pulled into one of Derek's memories."
"Can that happen?" Bo asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged her leather studded shoulders. "At first it was the same, black and white, cold, creepy… But then I noticed this glowing light and when I touched it BAM!" She yelled making all three of them jump a bit. "I got sucked into a memory."
"And you're sure it's Derek's?" Bo asked.
"Yeah, it's just a feeling I got from it. And it was from the morning he disappeared. He was staring at this picture frame, looking like a pouting puppy."
Bo turned to Kylie. "Why would Derek be staring sadly at that picture? What was the context of the picture?"
Kylie's mouth opened a few times, staring at Kenzi, then back to Bo. "It was—It was just a photo. Derek took it. The three of us were at a pub by our college. Bonnie and Derek had just started dating, I introduced them actually. And the three of us went out after finals. I made some lame joke and Bonnie laughed so hard. I don't know when Derek took the photo, but it was always one of our favorites. I have a copy somewhere."
"We'll need to borrow it," Bo told her. Turning back to Kenzi, "did anything else happen in the memory?"
Kenzi shook her head. "He went into the bathroom and shut the door. I couldn't follow so I 'hopped' back."
She chose to leave out the terrifying fact that some ghostly woman who apparently knew her, warned her to leave before getting sucked into a black hole of darkness. She felt the echo of the woman's scream and shivered.
"You said something pulled you?" Bo asked. "How?"
"No fricken clue," Kenzi stood and walked back over to the spot where she felt the heat rise up in her chest. Just as she reached that spot she began to feel it again, dimmer this time.
"Do you feel that?" She reached her hand out into the air sensing how thin the barrier between realms was in this one spot.
Bo came up beside her and mimicked her actions, before letting her hand fall. "I can sense something, something almost fae, but not quite." Bo explained.
"I think someone did some serious ju-ju in here, Bo-Bo."
"One of you is going to have to explain what I just saw." Kylie told them, face still a little pale.
"As soon as you show us that picture," Bo agreed.
Kylie wasn't able to answer many questions after that. After she took them to her guest house and grabbed the picture off of her fireplace mantel she sat on the couch staring at the wall.
"I think we broke her," Kenzi told Bo later on the way home.
"It's not every day you see someone disappear only to reappear a second later halfway across the room." Bo said sardonically.
"It was a lot longer for me," Kenzi said.
"Kenzi," Bo called. "I'm serious, I don't want you doing that anymore. You scared the shit out of me back there. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. If you had gotten stuck over there…" She trailed off.
"Babe," Kenzi said reaching over and rubbing her arm. "I'm not going anywhere. And if I did, you and Trickster, All-Hale and Wolf Man would come save me and you know it."
"This isn't a joke, Kenz." Bo said forcefully, shooting her a glare. "You and Dyson are done with the Shadow Thief training, and that's the end of it."
"That's not your call, Sugar Crotch." Kenzi said. "I finally feel like I have a way of helping you guys. Like I'm not dead weight, silly human anymore. And I already have better control over it. It only took me a minute to cross back over this time." She said proudly.
"And what about next time? If you can't cross back over? How are we supposed to cross over? You said it yourself, time moves different there. You could be dead by the time we realize you're gone."
"You'll find a way Bo. I know you," she said soothingly. "For now, let's just focus on this picture. And what it has to do with Derek's disappearance."
Grudgingly, Bo agreed.
"Did you get any info from Kylie while I was looking around?" Kenzi asked. "Anything suspicious?"
"No," Bo sighed. "She seems just as distraught as Mrs. Callaway. I know you've got it out for her Kenz, but I don't think she had any ill intentions towards the guy."
"Then what was with all of the boxes in her guest house. She was moving out, wasn't she." It wasn't a question.
"To a rental house right down the road." Bo explained. "She said she wanted some more space. And it's not like she can't afford it."
"Okay, but did you see all of the photo's with the three of them in it? Don't they seem a bit too close to you?"
"Considering how long they've known each other? Not really. And they've been living together for years now, Kylie even fixed their marriage when it was crumbling. What motive does she have?"
Kenzi sighed. "I don't know yet."
Bo grinned at the disappointed look on her best friend's face. "Come on, let's go ask Mrs. Callaway about this photo. Maybe she'll have some better answers for us."
"What exactly does Mrs. Callaway do?" Kenzi asked skeptically as a stunning receptionist decked out in high fashion led them down a hallway to a giant glass office. Inside, Bonnie Callaway stood facing out the window with tears on her cheeks.
"She works in high price real estate." Bo whispered as the receptionist knocked on the door quickly before opening it and announcing their presence.
"Ladies," Mrs. Callaway called out, grabbing a tissue off of her desk and quickly wiped her face. "Please, come in, take a seat. Do you have any new information?"
"Not exactly," Bo said as the two of them sat in the chairs in front of the desk. She held out the picture of her and Kylie to her. "What can you tell me about this picture?"
Mrs. Callaway took it with a surprised look on her face. "This picture? Why?" She asked, sniffling. "What does this have to do with Derek's disappearance?"
"We're not sure yet, Bon-Bon." Kenzi said to her, crossing her legs and getting comfortable in the chair. "Tell us about the photo and maybe we'll know."
Bo shot her a warning look. "Mrs. Callaway—"
"Bonnie, please." She interrupted, looking down at the photo with a sad smile.
"Bonnie," Bo said hesitantly. "This photo was the only thing missing from the house. So we think it might be directly involved somehow."
"Okay," Bonnie drawled skeptically. "Uh—I mean. Derek took this photo. You know Kylie introduced us?" She asked expectantly.
"She mentioned something to that effect." Bo responded.
"Yeah," she smiled fondly. "One day she came storming into our dorm room and told me she met my soulmate. Turns out she was right." She wiped a fresh tear from her cheek with the tissue. "They met in debate class. She said he was a know-it-all jerk with the looks of one of those stupid sculptures of men that I adored. So I obviously would love him." She said humorously. "She said she had interrogated him after class and that he was perfect for me and arranged for us to have coffee." She trailed off, lost in a memory.
"And I guess it went well?" Bo asked.
"It was love at first sight." She said wistfully. "We talked for hours, well past curfew, until Kylie came searching for us thinking he had kidnapped me. Their friendship was always hard to understand. They teased each other and bickered constantly, but they were inseparable too. It was always the three of us, from the very beginning. This photo was taken a few months after Derek and I became official. The three of us went for beers after finals had finally passed and he took this somewhere between beer five and ten."
"Was there anything significant about this night that might upset Derek?" Bo asked.
"Or make him ditch his seemingly perfect life?" Kenzi asked.
Bonnie glared at her. "No. This was one of our happiest memories together. We graduated shortly after this and we all started our careers. We still saw Kylie all the time, but it just wasn't the same until she came to live with us."
"Did Derek and Kylie grow apart too?"
"Hm," Bonnie hummed. "Not really. If anything, it was me that grew a little further from the two of them. My career was much more demanding of my time. Derek and I were living together by that point, so he's the one who kept our little group together. He instated a mandatory "date night" for the three of us at least once a week." She trailed off. "This is Derek's favorite picture. He always said that everyone in the world he loved was in this one photo."
Bo furrowed her brow, a thought clicking in her head.
"And Kylie? Did she have any serious love interests over the years?" Bo asked.
"One or two," Bonnie shrugged, "None that worked out obviously."
"What about recently?" Bo pushed.
"Well, I think she was seeing someone a few months ago," she said. "I'd hear a motorcycle pull up and take off at odd hours of the night. But she said it was just some Tinder guy. Nothing serious."
"Didn't you and Derek ever meet him?"
Bonnie frowned, "I don't like to push Kylie. She would tell us if he was someone worth meeting."
"Did Derek have a problem with Kylie dating?"
She frowned. "Why would he?"
"You tell me," Bo encouraged.
"I mean," Bonnie hesitated. "He didn't like the random guys she brought home. She was always meeting these 'shmos' on random dating apps, having one night stands. Derek didn't approve."
"Why do you think that is?" Bo asked.
"I don't know," she said exasperated. "He's very protective of her. What does this have to do with his disappearance?"
"Bonnie, what do you know about the fae?" Kenzi interrupted. This was taking much longer than she thought.
"Kenzi!" Bo scolded.
"Fae?" Bonnie asked confusedly. "Like faeries? And leprechauns?"
"Leprechauns?" Kenzi asked.
"What Kenzi means to say," Bo shot her another look. "Is that we think something supernatural might be involved."
"Like what?" Bonnie asked.
"We're not sure yet." Kenzi explained. "But some serious ju-ju went down in your bedroom that morning and we're going to find out what."
As Bo and Kenzi pulled away from the curb, Bo explained to Kenzi her thoughts.
"Remember when you made that Big Love joke at the Callaway house?" Bo asked.
"Yeah," Kenzi drawled.
"I think you were right about that. There's something that neither of these women is telling us and I'm going to find out what."
"And how are we going to do that exactly?"
"Well we didn't see anything weird in Derek's credit card statements, but I have a feeling Bonnie and Kylie's will tell a different story. And you are going to call your cousin Vlad and get us the photos off Derek's cloud storage. Let's see what's hiding under the covers."
On the way back to the crack-shack Bo made a quick stop at the station to pick up the credit card statements that she had called in on the way over. This time Kenzi elected to stay in the car. She didn't trust herself to be around Dyson right now, especially with Hale around.
Her mind was playing their kiss on an endless loop. She didn't think that their first kiss all those weeks ago could be topped. That one had started out slow and quickly ignited to a passionate deep kiss. Dyson's mouth practically seduced her that night. And the way he had pulled her body as close to him as physically possible… She'd be lying if she said she didn't fantasize about what could have happened if he hadn't pulled away that night. If Bo's mother hadn't been at the door.
And then tonight, the kiss was so similar and yet so different. There was no warming up this time, no tentative first caresses. This was a man starving who was offered a feast. His kissed her like she was the answer to all of life's questions. He kissed her like he knew about the things she fantasized about in the safety of her bedroom with her hand buried between her legs and his name on her lips. She knew that when she rested her head on her pillow tonight, that she would be thinking of his strong mouth, and the wicked things his tongue had promised her. The strong grip of his rough palms roughly gripping her backside dragging her up against his strong hips to rest against his considerable erection.
She imagined him taking her against that wall in the interrogation room, pants shoved down hastily. His hips pounding against hers, forcing her up higher on the wall with each thrust. The burn of her stretched muscles…
"So now you're hiding from me?" Dyson purred, leaning his arms against the open window of the passenger seat where she was now jolting upright, hands leaving the tops of her thighs where they had been caressing to grip the sides of the seat.
"Geezus, Teen Wolf, wear a bell or something."
Dyson just smiled softly at her. "I'm pretty sure you'd prefer me wearing less clothing Kenz, not more."
"Why, are you thinking of becoming an Abercrombie model?" She batted her eyelashes sweetly.
"Let's talk about whatever you were just daydreaming about before I interrupted you." He said softly, nostrils flaring slightly.
Her eyes narrowed. "Friends don't sniff other friends Dyson."
"Were you thinking about me?" He continued, ignoring her, eyes dragging from her face down her body slowly, ending on where her hands gripped the seat in frustration. He raised an eyebrow at her.
She huffed and released the seat, crossing her arms against her body. "Thinking about calling the pound maybe."
His eyes were still soft as they settled on her cleavage, which was now perked up considerably with her arms crossed.
"Should I pick up a bottle of Chardonnay for tonight?" He asked. "And I wouldn't wear anything you're particularly fond of either."
Heat ran through her at the thought of them sipping wine at his place and then him tearing her clothes off. Nothing good could come of it, or well, too much good. She felt her breathing pick up at the thought.
He reached inside the car with one hand and tugged on one of her hands, releasing it from its place, his palm gripping her around her wrist before giving it a gentle squeeze and holy fucking shit, that move is unexpectedly erotic.
"Do you know anything about safe words?" He purred. And if it wasn't already, her thong was instantly soaked now.
"Safe words?" She croaked, throat dry.
"Hmm," he hummed in agreement. "I think you should have one, given your human status. Just in case."
"What happened to giving me time?" She demanded, her voice way more husky than planned.
"Oh you'll have it," he grinned a wolfy smile. "I've decided that I'd like to hear you begging for my touch."
"You're touching me now."
"Memorize it," he told her softly. "Because outside of our training, this will be the last touch you'll receive from me until you beg me for it."
His eyes were heavily dilated, and she imagined hers were no better. She could feel the flush on her cheeks and tightness of her nipples against the lace cup of her bra. There was a steady throb in her center and she wondered if this was the reaction he could draw from her with just one touch and a three-minute conversation, what he could do with a night with no boundaries.
"Bo will be out with the credit card statements in a minute," he warned her, sending ice water through her veins that quickly snapped her out of her hormone-infused state. "Bo said something happened at the Callaway house?"
While her body was catching up, her mind was still trying to pick itself out of the gutter and back into normal conversation but she couldn't stop thinking of his hands around her wrists, safe words, and her begging for him to touch her.
"Banana," she said suddenly.
He cocked his head at her, and Kenzi suddenly had the image of his wolf doing the same. With a smile she reached out and caressed the line of his jaw with the tips of her nails.
"Banana for slow down." She said. "Pomegranate for stop."
She watched his breathing pick up and he squeezed her wrist lightly once more before letting go completely. In return, she released his jaw.
"Okay." He purred.
"Okay."
They stared at each other for another couple of seconds until Dyson's head tilted slightly and he whispered, "Bo."
Moments later Bo comes out of the building and Dyson rights himself, standing up.
"Get everything you need?" He asked Bo.
"Looks like it." Bo said, "Thanks Dyson." She slid into the driver's seat and turned to the two of them on her right. "By the way, I promised Hale that the three of us would grab drinks at The Dal tonight, please don't be mad." She said quickly.
"Bo-Bo!" Kenzi admonished.
Dyson let his head fall back on his shoulders as he looked up at the sky, releasing a heavy sigh.
"I know, I know." She said apologetically. "But he was talking about how we haven't all been in a while and he needed to talk to you anyway, and I figured it would be better in a group setting so that it couldn't get weird. I'm actually doing you a favor." She informed Kenzi.
"Some favor," she grumbled. Chancing a look at Dyson, she saw his shoulders were tensed. "What do you say Wolf Man? Drinks at the Dal instead? I'll buy." She cajoled.
His shoulders released their tension on a laugh. "When's the last time you paid for your own drink? Let alone someone else's?"
"It's the thought that counts." She insisted.
"Right," he smiled tapping the side of the car as he started heading back towards the precinct. "I want to hear about this incident at the Callaway house at The Dal later." He called over his shoulder before turning back to her before entering the building. "And you'll owe me a practice, bright and early tomorrow morning. It's gonna hurt," he warned with a wolfish grin and disappeared before she could protest.
"Shit," Kenzi breathed, wondering what the fae had just happened.
"Shit indeed," Bo echoed.
Author's Note: I hope you liked it! A few of you have PMed me to ask if they could submit ideas for this story! Please feel free to send them along. If it doesn't fit in this story, I would be happy to write you a one-shot! I will always accept requests!
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