A/N~ So I am now a full time caregiver and so my time is limited and my writing will be a lot more sporadic. It may also take me a darker route but I would love to hear how you are enjoying the stories. Enjoy! ~A

No Relation 3

Hearing wasn't his strongest sense though his sense of smell was his strongest . So it rather startled him whenever the sound of something making a fine vibrating noise impinged on his thoughts. It took him a moment to realize it was him vibrating, not his cell phone which had remained annoyingly silent all morning. No the vibration was literally him or rather his vibrating body to make the chair he was sitting in rattle gently.

First it had been his pen tapping, then shaking his leg nervously, now his whole body was vibrating to the point that even his partner Hale was staring at him curiously. He merely shook his head at his partner as he went back to the file he had been studying. He had been distracted all morning and was finding it impossible to absorb the facts of the case that they were supposed to be working on. If he didn't glean some clue or idea from the information they had collected so far by the end of the day. Not only would he have to deal with Hales questions but those of his boss the lieutenant. Something he really didn't want to have to deal with on the Friday before a long weekend.

There went the thought process right back to Kenzi as he thought of a long boring rather lonely weekend. Bo and Lauren apparently weren't as worried about her little human's hasty exit to heaven knew where. The pair had made plans to visit some relatives of Lauren's in the wine country of California. Either a cousin or uncle had invited them to an awards ceremony in which his winery was getting some well-deserved accolades after many years of trying to gain the notoriety.

Hale meanwhile also had a family thing this weekend, his overbearing father and vitriolic sister were determined to make a family feast of epic proportions for some anniversary or other of a family celebration. Hale was thrilled…not. He had already tried several times to rope Dyson into joining him. Despite the threat of his partner's sister riding him like a dime store pony, Dyson wasn't interested in the least.

He was more interested and tempted once again in trying to find out more about the little human Kenzi and her family. After a surreptitious look around at the other desks ad the oblivious cops. He typed in her name again, this time though there was a different prompt at the bottom of the screen. When he typed in McKenzie Hale there was a prompt that asked, "Did you mean McKenza Hale?"

~O~

Bo was pissed off. The latest fae she was supposed to be tracking down was a kleptomaniac type of bird fae. Who liked to pick up bright, shiny things to line its nest before it started a mating ritual to find a fae to impregnate it. Only no one had told the succubus that they also had to have the heart of a human to lay their eggs and that they were a very advanced shape shifter who could make themselves look like a male or female human, oh and lets not forget the real kicker, they could spit acid.

So after a ruined leather jacket, burns she had as yet to figure out how to heal and returning the several fae magical trinkets to their rightful owners. She was home throwing away yet another outfit that was covered in unmentionable foul smelling goo and acid burns. Luckily her fees would cover the outfit and the leather jacket as well as a little extra. She couldn't help thinking that things might have gone better if Kenzi had been there. Let's be honest the little human had an uncanny instinct about these situations.

Heaving a sigh she put a couple of large pots of water on to boil and began scraping as much of the gunk off as she could. She dug around for the Epsom salts in the trunk in the bathroom and began by standing on one of their rattiest towels and using the salt to scrape as much of the substance off of her skin as possible. It was actually a fairly relaxing experience, Kenzi had found a fae who would carve different kinds of wood into various weapons and other things. She had convinced the fae to create a few surprisingly sharp wooden blades and what she called a scraper. She had demonstrated its use to Bo when she had been gooed by a pregnant fae with their very powerful form of morning sickness.

When Bo was finally finished the cleaning with salt the water was hot enough to be blended with the cold tap water which was the best they usually got out of their taps. Bo relaxed into the balmy bubble bath and thought more about Kenzi's uncanny gift for making friends with fae, even ones who claimed to hate humans and wanted to kill the little brunette on sight. Bo would usually turn around and the human would be chatting up her would be killer with stories from the old country told to her by her Russian gypsy grandmother.

Dyson had once asked the little human if she had ever made a trip to Ireland in her past. When she denies it giving the werewolf an odd lool he asked if she was sure because he was almost certain she must have kissed the Blarney Stone at some point. "Remind me to tell you the truth about your Blarney Stone some time." the young human had said with an expression of disturbed disgust.

As far as Bo knew they had never got back to the discussion at any point. Speaking of the Russian gypsy grandmother, Bo had a fleeting thought if perhaps that was why Kenzi had to go home so suddenly, something had perhaps happened to a relative. Other than a few distant cousins that Bo had only ever really seen from a distance, she honestly didn't know much about her human sidekicks relatives. She wondered if they were as sneaky and criminally inclined as Kenzi.

She relaxed back into the water and let the heat and bubbles sooth her bruised body. Her thoughts drifting to wander about what Kenzi's relatives were like.

~O~

Kenzi deftly avoided the she-wolf waiting at the bus stop. For one thing she doubted her brother would send anyone to meet her whose wolf was so close to the surface their claws were showing for anyone to see. The Hales had always been a behind the scenes, keep it on the down low kind of Pack. Although Derek had mentioned that Uncle Peter had been more than a little naughty this past year. His exact words had involved "raging psychopath".

Kenzi had actually giggled thinking about it on the way home, wondering why her older brother hadn't used the more appropriate moniker of "stark raving lunatic." Unfortunately there weren't really any Enterprise or Hertz rent-a-car places at the bus stop. Fortunately she had a few tricks up her sleeve, and luckily she was wearing some of her less than attractive clothes on the bus. The added advantage of twenty or thirty unwashed bodies being piled into a rolling tin can with an only moderately functioning bathroom on board had its advantages and disadvantages. Advantage it had undoubtedly helped her in getting by the female werewolves sensitive and probably highly offended nose. Disadvantage it had made her offended by her own scent.

Kenzi found the requisite lockers and taking her backpack over to it, took the key out of the lock and stuffed her backpack in the locker. She took a very small beaded bag out of the pack. It had been a gift from a fae she had done a favor for. A bag of holding that could hold a lot more than should be expected, she stuffed the locker key, her cash, her cell phone, her old house key and a pair of shorts and tank top into the bag. It had a chain she threw over her neck like a necklace.

There were twins at the entrance to the bus station and she avoided them as well. This was ridiculous, she knew her brother wouldn't send this many wolves just to pick her up which told her this was meant to be an ambush and she was glad of the added scent camouflage. She walked to the café on the corner. She remembered the greasy spoon fondly as having the best cheeseburgers and shakes ever.

She was a little nonplussed to find more werewolf scent here coming off a trio of teens who weren't actually werewolves themselves. She decided to park herself in the booth behind the trio. She may not be a real detective in Dyson's eyes, it didn't mean she hadn't picked up a few things from the high and mighty Detective Thornwood.

It seemed the redhead and the bruised looking boy were giving the brunette the third degree. Kenzi could tell the girl didn't like it but felt guilty enough to undergo the interrogation for some reason. "Look I told you I haven't seen Erica or Boyd since that night."

"You mean the night you and your beloved grampy kidnapped me and beat me up Alli, is that the night you're talking about?" the boy said, deliberately leaning forward so that the light shone on his slightly faded bruises. The girl looked away but didn't answer.

"They said they were going back to Derek because they understood how vulnerable they were without a Pack." Kenzi could tell he was angry but also worried about the pair he was talking about. "What are you trying to tell me you think they ran into other hunters or did Grandpa Argent just take them somewhere else? Or has he already killed them?"

"He wouldn't do that!" the brunette said sharply.

The boy sat back shaking his head with a pitying look. "He kidnapped me with your help, beat me up, did you really think he was just going to let me, the sheriffs son, go. So I could run to my dad and have your entire family arrested. Really?"

"Come on Allison. You're not that naïve." The redhead said calmly.

The brunette got up and ran out of the restaurant barely remembering to grab her messenger bag as she went. The boy ran his fingers through his hair roughly as he groaned heavily.

"Do you believe her?" the redhead asked him quietly.

"Do you?" he asked a little more heatedly than he probably intended.

"I want to, the problem is, her dad, her grandpa, her whole family has managed to brainwash her into believing all supernatural's are bad. Trying to convince her otherwise means un-programming her. I have no idea how to do that and since her mom killed herself…." the red head said in a surprisingly tired tone, "I'm not sure we could if we tried."

"Scott's still so caught up in how this is all affecting Allison, that he's no help at all."

"Yeah well Derek's stoic yet angry thing isn't exactly helping either." the redhead said pragmatically.

"I know, I know. Come on let's get out of here," the teen said as he dropped a few bills on the table and the two teens walked out to a blue Jeep and a Prius respectively. The pair actually headed off in two different directions.

Kenzi ordered a cheeseburger, curly fries, and a shake. While she waited she called her brother, only the douche didn't answer. Internalizing the foul language, Kenzi merely said, "I hope you didn't send out a distress call to get me down here only to run off somewhere. Call me back, or come find me. I'm in town. Love you bro."

She ate the meal slowly, savoring the juicy meat, the gooey cheese and the salty goodness of the fries. When she was halfway through she finally took the first gulps of the shake. It had melted enough she could actually drink a good amount without having to worry about the dreaded brain freeze effect. The savory chocolate nearly made her drool everywhere. She sat back with a blessed out expression on her face.

"You were always way too into the chocolate," said an affectionate deep voice.

"As opposed to the red meat," replied Kenzi, as she opened her eyes to stare into her brothers bottle green ones.