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Bo loved morning sex. There was just something so different about sex before the sun rose in the morning. It was a great way to start the day, as well.

That's why when she felt Lauren slowly tracing kisses up and down her spine. She laid still letting Lauren try and wake her. It was a dance she loved.

Finally, Lauren moved to her ear, breathing gently into it and whispering, "Bo? Are you awake?"

At first, she didn't answer. She wanted to see how Lauren planned on waking her.

Lauren licked the outside of her ear, "Bo?"

Bo bit the inside of her cheek as Lauren moved her hand to her shorts bringing them down, slightly, and brushing her fingers over the bare skin of her hip.

Lauren buried her head into Bo's neck while she fingers stayed on her hip.

"Mmm." Bo couldn't take it anymore, she had to let Lauren know she was awake. Otherwise, she feared Lauren might stop-she couldn't have that.

"Good morning," Lauren whispered against Bo's neck. She ran a single finger along the seam of her shorts dipping her finger across her center as she went.

Bo held her breath, the hair on the back of her neck prickling. Morning sex was the best, she thought.

Bo brought her hands up and tangled them into Lauren's hair, holding the back of her head.

Lauren tugged her shorts, and quickly they were gone. Her finger caressed across her bare hip and the inside of her thigh.

Leaning back Bo pressed her body closer to Lauren as she slid her fingers inside. Lips parted, breathing heavy, Bo began rocking her body against Lauren's fingers.

Yes, she loved morning sex.

Bo's stomach tightened as the tension built in her body. As her moans and gasps got louder, Lauren bit her shoulder, murmuring against her, "Shh. You have to be quiet."

Bo pressed her lips together trying to quiet herself as Lauren continued her "Shhs" in a low husky voice.

Her heart raced as she reached the peak of pleasure, and she sighed out a silent satisfaction.

"Thanks for the wake-up call," She whispered, bringing Lauren's fingers to her lips, kissing them slowly one by one.

Bo captured Lauren's waist and pulled her on top of her and Lauren's legs draped around her hips. She looked up at her, stroking her hands over Lauren's thighs.

"What do you want to do to me?" Lauren asked with a smirk.

"Mmm," Bo groaned squeezing Lauren's legs, "So many things."

Lauren took a quick glimpse at the time, "I don't have time for that, so you'll have to pick one."

"Don't start it, if you can't finish it, Doctor," She husked out and pulled herself up and her lips landed on Lauren's neck. Lauren arched forward and wrapped her arms around Bo's back.

Bo was quick and slid her fingers deep into Lauren hard. "Oh, Bo!" Lauren gasped out loudly from the contact.

Bo pushed harder, stroking up and down, "Shhh," She took her free hand and placed a finger over Lauren's lips. Lauren licked the length of her finger before finally taking it between her teeth, biting down.

They rocked their bodies into each other, and Lauren frowned trying her best to not call out.

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Tamsin woke up early and sat at the kitchen table reading over the case file. She wanted to get a head start and be prepared for the day. And there was no way she was going to be late today. She couldn't be late two days in a row, her first two days.

Her eyes darted to Lauren's closed door when she heard Bo's name called out loudly. She looked away from the door, quickly. She tried to not burst out laughing, it wasn't funny, maybe a little funny, it just made her feel uncomfortable. She felt very awkward listening to her roommate's sex sounds, so she turned the music on her phone on. Guess they made up, she thought.

She did her best to ignore any more sounds coming from Lauren's room and concentrated on the case. She rubbed her fingers hard against her temples, reading the gruesome details of the case.

Tamsin had seen a lot in her life, but reading about a girl's murder was new and somewhat unsettling. She wondered when, if ever, she'd become desensitized to it.

After a half an hour of reading, she pulled her arms over her head and stretched out. She decided to take a break and make more coffee.

She sipped her coffee, trying to wake up and detach herself from what she just read when her phone rang.

It was Dyson.

"Hey," He said, he sounded cheerful, too cheerful for the early hour. "Do you need a ride today? I know your trucks getting fixed."

Tamsin was surprised by the question. She wasn't used to people being nice to her without wanting something in return.

"Thanks, but Bo's here I think she'll let me tag along with her," she paused and wondered if Bo would. She couldn't tell if Bo liked her at all.

Dyson laughed, "Oh, right. I should have figured that Bo was there since she's not here."

"Bo lives with you?" Tamsin asked. She couldn't help being curious about this odd situation.

"She bounces from place to place," He cleared his throat, "When her sister Kenzi gets back into town, she might stay with her."

"I'm never going to understand all this, am I?" She asked.

Dyson laughed, again. "Just go with it and don't try to understand."

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Bo walked from the bedroom grinning, almost skipping. She felt good and ready to attack the day.

"Morning," She said to Tamsin when she noticed her sitting at the table. She would even be nice to Tamsin that's how good she felt.

Tamsin was pulled out of her reading when Bo spoke to her, "Good morning," She smirked, "Very good morning for you, I'd guess."

Bo laughed, "The best."

Tamsin nodded. "Could I ride with you to work, my truck's getting fixed."

"Sure," Bo looked through her phone for any messages, "We'll have to leave soon, so don't make me late."

Lauren entered the kitchen, wearing blue scrubs, her hair pulled back and her arms full of books and a laptop.

She sighed dropping her stuff on the table, "Today is going to be such a long day."

Bo just kept a smile on her face and watched Lauren as she made her way to the refrigerator and started filling her pockets with food. She was going to be prepared today. Evony, more than likely, wouldn't let her stop to eat again today.

"Do you want me to bring you lunch today," Bo offered, still glowing from their morning activities.

Lauren shook her head, "Won't have time."

Bo was reading an email she'd just gotten. "That's the lab techs. They want us to stop by early," She told Tamsin.

Tamsin got up, "I'll go get my jacket," She hurried off to get her coat, leaving Bo and Lauren alone.

Bo wrapped her arms around Lauren and tenderly kissed her lips. "Can I sleep here, again, tonight?" She asked, her voice hopeful.

Lauren studied her, briefly, "Sorry. I have to watch some videos and get to bed early."

Bo's face fell, but she didn't want to ruin their excellent morning, so she didn't push. "Ok. I should probably spend some time on the case tonight, anyways."

Lauren lightly gave her a peck, "I have to go."

Lauren gathered up her things and moved to the door. She looked at Bo over her shoulder, "Be safe." She said before leaving the apartment.

Bo smiled and watched as the door closed behind her.

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Bo was with Dyson and Tamsin in a conference room, at the station. Dyson rested his chin on his hand. "No witnesses, no DNA, no motive." He sighed. "We have nothing."

"We have three bodies, and there has to be a connection, we just need to find it," Bo tried to reassure him, but the truth was they had nothing.

They laid the evidence out in front of them, each reading. The idea was with the three of them, maybe one would see something new.

After an hour, Dyson needed a break and changed the discussion, "Beers, tonight?" He looked between Bo and Tamsin.

"Sure," Tamsin answered first.

Bo shook her head, "Not tonight."

Tamsin was suddenly nervous about the idea of having drinks alone with Dyson. She thought it would be another group thing. But it was too late to back out now.

"Guess it's the two of us, just Tamsin," he said. Bo and Dyson had taken to calling her just Tamsin after she didn't offer her last name.

"Going to see Lauren," Dyson asked, offering Bo a refill on her coffee.

She declined the refill, "No. I plan on working."

"Then, sneaking over to Lauren's after." He teased.

"Shut up," Bo answered irked by his comment. That wasn't her plan. She was going to respect Lauren's need to work and sleep.

"Dennis my office," Ryan, had suddenly, peeked his head into the room. He left just as quickly.

Bo sighed and followed him.

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Evony was going over the details of their upcoming surgery, and Lauren was listening intently, taking in every detail.

She was excited to get the chance to be in on the procedure, it would be her first time assisting this type of surgery. And Evony was rude and abrasive but she was a great surgeon and teacher. So, all in all, Lauren felt lucky.

"Have you chosen a specialty yet, Dr. Lewis," Evony asked.

Lauren shook her head, "There are too many things that interest me. I haven't narrowed it down yet."

"Ah, an overachiever. I see. That might break you one day." Evony's eyes leered on her waiting for a reaction.

Lauren didn't react, she only shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. But it's my career."

Evony leaned closer to her, "Let me guess you graduated high school early, probably 16, I'd guess. Both your parents are doctors, and you have an intense desire for achievement and you're very competitive, almost to a fault."

Lauren's palms started to sweat, all that was pretty accurate, but she wasn't going to give Evony a reaction. "What doctor here isn't competitive? And achievement comes with the job."

Evony laughed, "Fair enough, Dr. Lewis."

She flipped around and started off, "Next patient."

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Bo stood stiffly with her arms firm against her chest. "What is it?" She asked. Ryan had been ignoring her since she walked in, and she was getting heated.

He put his finger up and kept his head down.

She held in a deep breath, not wanting to explode like she felt like doing. She'd give him two more minutes than she'd leave.

"I know you're itching for that promotion, Dennis," He started right before the two minutes were up, "That makes your current case very important."

"All cases are important." She glared at him. "I don't close cases for promotions. But I have no doubt that I will get that job."

He got up abruptly and walked close to her, "You so sure of yourself."

She rolled her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek to keep her mouth closed, he was baiting her, she knew that.

"You know I often think about our night together." He started drumming his fingers on the desk that he leaned on.

She shuddered and looked him up and down, "Me too." She paused. "If I need to make myself sick. Works every time."

He chuckled, "Oh, Dennis. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it." He pushed himself forward. "I could bend you over this desk if you want to refresh your memory."

"How about I kick you in the balls, instead." She gave a mock yawn. "Because that sounds like more fun."

"I like foreplay."

"You know what," She started, her rage taking over but stopped because of a knock on the door.

Dyson entered, feeling the tension in the air. "Bo, we need you out here."

"Thank, god." She said, leaving the room quick and determined.

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Lauren laid on a bench with her tablet hovering over her. She was watching a video on an upcoming surgery.

"Hey, Lauren," Tara took a seat by her feet. She started pulling out her lunch. "What are you doing?"

"Mentally practicing for surgery." She answered, her eyes still studying the images.

Tara let out a quick laugh, "I saw you with Dr. Marquise earlier. She was staring at you like you were lunch."

Lauren frowned and turned to her friend, "What does that mean?"

"Oh, Lauren. It means she was looking at you like you were a scrumptious meal."

Lauren turned back to her tablet, "She was giving me a hard time. Nothing more."

Quite frankly, Lauren thought her friends were nuts with this Evony wanting to sleep with her thing. Clearly, they were just teasing her because Evony hated her. It was just weird to her.

Tara patted her leg, "Ok. Whatever you say."

Connor and Jules strolled up joining them. "What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing," Lauren answered first and Tara laughed.

"We should do something fun this weekend to unwind," Connor said and took a seat on the arm of the bench. "Lauren, you in?"

'Like what? I'm working." She turned off the tablet and sat up.

"Come over to our place and we can play cards. After your shift." Jules responded.

Lauren rubbed the back of her neck, "Yeah, ok. That sounds like fun. I am super stressed right now."

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"Thanks, for saving me," Bo told Dyson, "What did you need me for?"

"Lunch," He pointed to the pile of menus in his hand and smiled.

"Well, that is super important." She reached out for the menus and started going through them.

"I thought it was," His eyes darted to Ryan's door, "So what did Captain Douchebag want with you?"

"Oh, you know blah blah, close this case, blah blah promotion." She settled on a menu for sushi and handed it back to him. "I was tempted to punch him in the jaw and walk out."

"So it wasn't about just work then."

Bo pretended not to hear him and walked to her desk, he followed her. "Where's just Tamsin?" She asked desperate for a new conversation.

"I think she went down to the evidence locker, to get a second look at everything." He leaned back on her desk and his phone buzzed.

Bo started looking through her messages, "What was that?"

"Lauren wanting to know if I could play cards this weekend." He sent Lauren out a reply text, answering with a yes.

Bo frowned and checked her phone, "She didn't ask me." She sulked. "I thought she was working this weekend."

Dyson shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe she'll ask you later."

Bo struggled with herself about texting Lauren about it, but she didn't want to seem needy, so she didn't.

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It was the early evening when Tamsin got home. She had a stack of files with her, to look through. She noticed Lauren sitting on the couch watching a video.

"Tamsin, there's dinner in the refrigerator if you're hungry. I made pasta." Lauren said, not turning her head from the TV.

Again, Tamsin felt the uneasy feeling about people being nice to her but she was hungry so she'd eat the pasta. "Thanks, Lewis."

She made a plate and joined Lauren on the couch. She looked at the TV and almost gagged at the sight of seeing on open body on the screen. "What are you watching?" She gasped out.

"A surgery video. I'm preparing for tomorrow." Lauren tilted her head, studying the screen.

"You need a hobby, Lewis," Tamsin teased.

"Ha. No this is important."

"Lauren, I was joking." She took a large bite of her food, "Oh my god, this is so good." She shoved more food into her mouth. "Did you make this?"

Lauren nodded, "It's a quick, and easy recipe. It didn't take long. I get so tired of takeout sometimes."

Tamsin closed her eyes, enjoying the food. "I hear ya. Living in my truck, I didn't have a kitchen, so I'm a takeout queen."

Lauren turned from the TV, "Why did you live in your truck, really?" Lauren asked.

Tamsin shrugged, "You first Lewis, tell me about your epic love story with officer Dennis."

Lauren laughed, "What's to tell?"

Tamsin arched her eyebrow, "Seems like there's a lot to tell."

Lauren paused the video and leaned into the couch cushion, "What do you want to know?"

"How long have you two been together?" Tamsin asked it seemed like a good starting point.

"Five years, we met in college. I was in medical school, and she was a senior."

Tamsin almost choked on her food, "Five years! That's a long time. My longest relationship is with my truck, and that's only been two years."

Lauren laughed, "I never planned on being in a long term relationship so young, but it just happened, you know."

"Hmm. Did you go to the same school?" Tamsin asked, hoping she didn't seem like she was interrogating her.

Lauren shook her head, "No, we didn't go to the same school. We would see each other at parties."

"And it was love at first sight?"

"Yes and no." She paused, pushing her hair back, "Bo's very charismatic. People are just kind of drawn to her energy."

Tamsin swallowed her last bit of food, "So, you couldn't resist her and she snagged you up."

Lauren laughed, "I guess I was a conquest of sorts at first." Lauren stared at the ground, and her mind flash with memories. "But I learned under all the bravado, she has a good heart. It was easy to fall in love with her."

"Well, what went wrong?" She put the empty plate on the coffee table, "I guess she cheated on you." That was Tamsin's guess cheating always seemed to destroy good relationships. It was an easy guess.

Lauren met Tamsin's eyes and smirked, "That's the great debate, isn't it." Her eyes darted away from Tamsin, "Whether or not it's the technical definition of cheating or not, it still hurts."

Silence settled between, Tamsin was rubbish at comforting people, and she felt uneasy about Lauren's declaration.

Lauren broke the quiet with a question, "So, tell me about living in your truck. It's an odd choice."

Tamsin lazily pulled herself up from the chair, "That's for another night, I think."

"No fair." Lauren pretended to pout.

Tamsin chuckled, "You have your gross videos to watch, and I have get ready for drinks with Dyson."

"Dyson, huh?" Lauren said and turned back on her video, "Another time then."

"Ok. Lewis," Tamsin walked into the kitchen and scooped up her work before heading to her bedroom.

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Bo was alone in Dyson's apartment, and she was annoyed. It was not because Lauren never invited her to play cards. It's definitely unrelated. She was simply annoyed by the case and her conversation with Ryan.

Well, Lauren didn't call or text her all day, but it was absolutely unrelated to that.

There was a case file lying next to her, and she reached for it. She felt a jolt of frustration at herself for not wanting to look at it. She wasn't putting enough energy into this case she knew it.

The victims deserved her full attention, so she pushed through the material absorbing as much information as she could.

About ten minutes into looking at the photos she did notice something. A mark or a symbol on the ground, she squinted trying to read it, it was unreadable. She pulled out the other files, from the other murders, and as she suspected that same symbol appeared. It was small and looked like graffiti. No wonder they had missed it.

Clearly, this was a clue, three different locations with the same symbol. It was important. But, also, worrying because these clues never lead to anything good. This case was going to be more complicated than she previously thought.

She pondered calling Dyson or Tamsin but decided against it. The three of them could take a trip to the crime scenes, in the morning, and see if the symbol was still there.

After she changed into her tank top and shorts, she called Lauren.

It took a lot of rings but finally Lauren answered. "Hey," Bo said, immediately. "Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to say goodnight."

"Oh, goodnight Bo." Lauren responded, her voice soft.

They both sat on the phone, listening to each other's breathing.

After what seemed like an instant, they hung up at the same time.

AN

Thanks for letting me know ships names, I admittedly giggled that Lauren/Tamsin is CopDoc as Tamsin hasn't been a cop since season 3. It sounds more like Dyson/Lauren to me. Sidenote: I miss cop Tamsin it was the best version of Tamsin to me.

Anyways, Thanks for reading this story. I'm working on a fourth fic that I think will be pretty fun, but I won't post it until I finish at least one story.

Thanks again.