CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"This isn't good... this isn't good," Kenzi kept repeating when Lauren left the living room and headed upstairs.

"Is there something wrong?" Jacob asked as he finished preparing the vials he'd use for Bo's blood samples.

"You mean besides this shit storm?" Kenzi asked biting her nails.

"Umm, yes," he replied smiling inwardly at her colorful language. He had not heard language such as hers in over seventy years. It reminded him of his work at the Hunters Point Naval Shipyard in San Francisco during World War Two. He shook his head in amusement as he thought of his old shipmates.

Kenzi looked at Jacob, she really did not know him from a hole in the wall – but apparently Hot Pants trusted him.

And she knew the doc didn't trust easily.

Kenzi was tempted to reveal Dyson's secret, but knew it wasn't her right to do so. At this point, it would only throw gasoline on an open flame.

But Dyson was being... Dyson.

'Stupid ass,' she thought.

Not that she blamed him but he'd lost any chance with Bo; Kenzi doubted that knowing his secret would make much difference to Bo now.

Lauren on the other hand…

Lauren would be devastated.

Bo having Dyson's kid was one thing when both Bo and Lauren believed that the Norn still possessed Dyson's love.

But Kenzi knew otherwise, that he had his love back.

Dyson still loved Bo and most likely always would, and if, or when he found out Bo was carrying his child...

"He'd be like a dog on a bone," Kenzi muttered.

Jacob heard Kenzi's comment and surmised it could only be in regards to Detective Thornwood. She seemed to believe that Detective Thornwood would stake a claim on both the child and its Succubus mother. "Excuse me Miss Kenzi..."

"Yeah Jake," she replied thinking on how much he sounded like their former Brownie, Mumford. She went back to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of Vodka.

"Would you happen to have anything of Detective Thornwood's around here, anything he might have used?"

"Huh? Who?"

"Detective Dyson Thornwood? If there was anything, like a brush, it would be possible for me to extract DNA from a sample..."

"Oh, you mean like Maury?" Kenzi asked. Hearing Dyson's last name threw her. She never used it, in fact none of them did. He was simply Dyson to them.

Now it was Jacob's time to ask: "Who?"

"You know, Maury Povich, the talk show host." Kenzi said as if Jacob would know who she was speaking of. "He does those shows about the baby daddies..."

"Baby daddies?" he repeated having no idea what she was talking about.

"Oh yeah," Kenzi clapped excitedly before pouring herself a drink. "These girls get knocked up, and after having the baby they say some schmuck is the father but he doesn't believe a word she says because she's gone out with so many other guys it would be impossible for him to be the daddy so they go on the show and get the results of the test..."

"Ah... I see," he said trying to recall everything she just said. "Thereby proving or disproving the claim," he said, pleased that he understood her.

"Exactly, so what would work? We don't have any blood lying around," Kenzi said hopping off the kitchen counter. "Does it have to be blood?"

"No, it could be saliva or hair..." Jacob watched as the petite human raced out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

He could write an extensive paper on her alone. She was so colorful and from what he could see, very loyal; a rare trait in both the human and Fae worlds.

"Will this do Jake?" Kenzi asked as she held up a tooth brush. "Or how about this?" she asked holding a hair brush in the other hand.

His eyes gleamed. "Yes, they will do nicely. Thank you."

"Nah, anything I can do to help BoBo and Hot Pants."

"You are a true friend Miss Kenzi."

She could feel herself blush. "I need another drink."

Jacob smiled to himself before frowning at the amount of alcohol she was consuming.

"Is this going to take long?" Kenzi asked.

"Well," Jacob replied as he removed several strands of hair and bristles from the hair brush. "I have to isolate..." Jacob began, noting the disbelief evident on Kenzi's face. He cleared his throat. "I really need to get this to the lab in order to be certain, although Dr. Lewis carries a variety of items in her medical kit..."

"It isn't equipped for this... gotcha."

"Yes."

"So, if you did this at back at the lab?"

"A half an hour, at the most," he replied.

"Doesn't it usually take longer?" Kenzi asked.

He nodded. "If we were using human science and technology, it would."

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Excuse me?" He looked confused.

Kenzi rolled her eyes. "Get going. Time's a wasting."

"But..."

"No Jake. You need to do this now, the sooner the better."

He nodded, he knew she was right. "I'll call Dr. Lewis with the results," he said packing everything quickly.

"No. Here," Kenzi grabbed his hand and wrote her telephone number on it. "Call me instead."

"But..."

"Look, I'm not sure if either one of them is ready to hear this right now, you feelin' me?"

"I understand."

"Good, now shoo, hurry up," she said waving him out.

He smiled before leaving.

Kenzi took a deep breath and walked over to the couch, where she sat down and tried to tune out the raised voices coming from upstairs.