Inside of the Morrigan's Office. "Report," says The Morrigan, sitting at her desk, looking over documents on various artists.
Tamsin appears annoyed but complies. "There's really nothing to tell." Tamsin shakes her head and shrugs.
"Humor me," says The Morrigan, still looking over the documents.
"Well, she and the claimed human started a so-called private investigation service."
A mocking laugh escapes The Morrigan.
"Trust me it has literally been the bane of my existence. It does get kind of interesting when she's always about to be killed." Tamsin folds her arms. "She seems to be cozy with that Light Fae detective…Dyson. He saved her a couple times."
"That dog that attacked my men," says The Morrigan, displeased. "Carry on."
"She and her human go to The Dal Riata religiously."
"That Gnome drinking hole? People just have no standards these days."
"She visits The Ash's compound a lot, and alone."
The Morrigan looks up at Tamsin. "Now it's getting interesting. Tell me this, with all this gallivanting with the Light, how can we be sure she isn't one of them now?"
"Nope. Still the unaligned Succubus. She prides herself on it. I'm guessing that's what keeps her little business going. She can help both sides without stirring the pot. I take that back though. Girl has a lot of enemies."
"Interesting," says The Morrigan, she goes back to her documents. "Very interesting."
"I know you've already heard that she's been trying to find out who her parents are. Nothing but dead-ends so far though."
"Hmm…Maybe we can use that to our advantage." The Morrigan taps a pen against the desk. After a couple minutes pass, Tamsin clears her throat to get The Morrigan's attention. "Oh," says The Morrigan, coming back to reality. "Is there anything else?"
"No," says Tamsin, frowning. "So can I be done with this? I can be doing better things with my time than tailing a danger prone baby Fae and her Goth pet."
"Done? Honey we're just getting started. And I've got just the plan."
"Which is?" asks Tamsin, egging her on with her hand to say it.
"Don't fret my dear. I'll tell you when it's time. You can go now," says The Morrigan, with a smile. Tamsin shakes her head and walks away.
Tamsin is back to shadowing Bo. She watches in the distance as Bo is forced into a van by three gun toting goons. Tamsin shakes her head. "Why am I not surprised?" she says, to herself. She discreetly follows the perpetrators on her Ducati through Dark territory to the Sea-Hi Famous Chinese Food Restaurant.
"Mayer," says Tamsin, to herself, stepping off the motorcycle.
Meanwhile, Bo is in the middle of negotiations with Mayer, the Dark Fae bookie, who wants to hire her to find the human that ripped him off. In return Mayer offers his niece, an Oracle, to Bo. Bo is hesitant, but after being given a free reading by his niece, she agrees to help. Mayer hands Bo a case with a disc in it.
Outside, Tamsin has been staking out the place. However, at this time Tamsin has become bored and starts to walk across the street when Bo comes out of the restaurant and spots her.
"Tamsin," says Bo, in surprise.
"Damn it," says Tamsin, under her breath. She slowly turns around wearing her signature smirk. "Bo, fancy seeing you here."
"I can say the same thing," says Bo. She walks over to her.
"Yeah well, small world and all."
Bo smiles as she shakes her head. "I didn't expect to see you again. Especially around here."
"Well you know, land of the Dark, I'm Dark Fae," says Tamsin, nodding her head.
"Yeah I get that. So," says Bo, leaning her head to the side in a pondering manner. "What are you doing around here anyway?"
"Me? Oh…" Tamsin clears her throat. "I um, I work around here. I was um, going to get some Chinese food, and then I changed my mind."
"Yeah," says Bo, nodding her head. "Where do you work at?"
"This is beginning to feel like an interrogation," says Tamsin, raising her right eyebrow.
"I'm just making small talk. I guess you of all people should know about them anyways."
"Alright. Well, I work off of Fulton Road, over at 42nd Division."
"Wait isn't that a police station?" asks Bo, curious. "So that means that you are…"
Tamsin interrupts. "A receptionist. No, I'm a detective, homicide detective."
"Wow. Really? I would've never thought. Then again, you were doing this bad interpretation of the o'l good cop/bad cop when you were interrogating me, you know that time," says Bo, with a laugh.
Tamsin smirks. "Bad? You were shaking in your pants."
"Yeah well, the thought of imminent death kind of has that effect on people."
"I suppose. So what are you doing here? I don't see any takeout."
"I actually was meeting with a client. Believe it or not, I'm a private investigator now. My friend and I started our own firm. Bo's Private Investigation Services," says Bo, almost embarrassed to mention it. Tamsin makes a face. "Yeah, I didn't pick the name."
"So where's your car?" asks Tamsin. She thinks about what she's just said and now it's too late to take it back.
"What?" says Bo, with an inquisitive expression.
"I just assumed you drove here since this is kind of my neck of the woods, and I've never seen you around here before today," says Tamsin, recovering.
"Oh, well, yeah I don't live around here. I kind of got dropped off." Bo's expression suddenly changes. "Hey, you said that you worked for the 42nd Division right?"
Tamsin gives Bo a probing look. "That's right."
"Well maybe you can help me with something."
"And why would I do that?" asks Tamsin, really wanting to know Bo's answer.
"Because you're a cop."
"I think you're gonna have to do a little better than that. I'm not agreeing to something I have no clue of what I'm getting into."
"Well, I can't tell you who my client is, it's…confidential. But I will tell you that the person I'm investigating has stolen from my client. And I need help tracking him down. It's all the more convenient that you're here, unless you're really not an officer."
Tamsin opens her jacket, displaying her badge. "Happy now?" She folds her arms. "Say that I do help you, what's in it for me?"
"That warm fuzzy feeling that you get when you do a good deed for someone," says Bo, with a very charming smile. Tamsin coughs a do-better cough. "You can score points with your department," says Bo, with a chipper voice. Tamsin still isn't caving. "I can buy you foodstuff."
Tamsin thinks about it. On the one hand she doesn't care, and on the other hand this can be an opportunity to get more information on Bo and maybe the Light. And she is hungry. "Add a beer and you've got yourself a deal."
At a neighborhood bar and grill. Bo and Tamsin are seated at a table with burgers and fries in front of them. A half empty pitcher of beer sits on the side of Tamsin's plate. Bo is shaking her head as she watches Tamsin.
"What?" asks Tamsin, biting into a burger.
"Who does this?" says Bo, shrugging. "You're such a guy."
"Beer, burgers, what's not to love?" says Tamsin, taking a swig of her drink. She wipes her hands and mouth off with a napkin. "So, about this private investigation company?"
Bo, who has been nursing a fry in ketchup, looks up at Tamsin. "Yeah. What about it?"
"What made you do it in the first place?"
"Well, it wasn't originally my idea. It was my friend. Um but hey, gotta make a living doing something. Plus I don't really fit in with the typical nine-to-five." Bo finally eats the fry.
"So are you, making a living from it?"
"Well, our rates are negotiable. Some people give what they can if not anything at all. But it's not about the money. Don't get me wrong, it was at first. But now I see that I'm really making a difference by helping them." Bo pauses. "See, some of the cases, well all of the cases we get are Fae related, but to humans, it's on the paranormal side. People come to us when they can't get help from anyone else. Sometimes by helping them…they help me," explains Bo. She stares at the window.
"Well, gotta give you credit. There is no way in hell I would be caught dead doing that shit for pennies," says Tamsin, with a smirk. She drinks some more of her drink.
Bo looks at her surprised. "Why Tamsin if I didn't know any better, I would say that was a compliment," she says, raising her eyebrow.
"Maybe," says Tamsin. The table grows quiet. Then. "But all bullshit aside, I think that what you're doing, well somebody else might think that, it's kind of, well you know, they might think that it's sort of…noble of you. And I mean somebody else, just so we're clear."
"Noble huh? I like the sound of that," says Bo, nodding. "Well thanks for saying you know what someone else might say. Coming from you, I know how hard that must've been, you know, to imagine the thoughts of someone else." Bo smiles.
Tamsin shakes her head. "Okay, well, I think it's about that time that we should be on our way." She stands up and finishes off the beer.
"Wow," says Bo, watching her guzzle down the beer.
Tamsin wipes her mouth with her hand. "What can I say, girl likes her beer. Let's go."
The pair arrives at the precinct on Tamsin's Ducati. Bo steps down and takes off her helmet. Tamsin does the same.
"That was pretty fast. You know it's funny that somehow I knew you would own a motorcycle."
"You are getting better. Maybe there's hope for you after all."
"Better at what?"
"Reading people. Come on," says Tamsin, walking away.
Bo stands there like she was just given a plaque, smiling. She then follows.
Inside the 42nd Division Precinct. As Tamsin makes her way to her desk she is met with constant greetings and salutations by her fellow peers. Some are very friendly, welcoming Bo as well.
"Men," says Tamsin, to herself. She sits down at her desk.
An officer walks over to them. "Hi," he says, to Bo with a smile. He looks back over to Tamsin. "Here's the documents on the Weston case," he says, handing Tamsin a file.
"Thanks," says Tamsin, skimming through it. The guy is still standing there like he's waiting for something else. Tamsin looks up at him. "Okay, I got it," she says, dismissing him.
"Oh right, I have to get back to work. Oh yeah Pete wants to see you before you leave," he says. Tamsin nods her head. "Alright, see you later." He walks away.
Another officer comes up to Tamsin and hands her some cash. "Who knew they would lose? I should have never listened to Reggie," he says, shaking his head.
"Told you so," says Tamsin, putting the money away.
"I got you next time though," he says, walking away backwards.
"Sure you do," replies Tamsin, with a smirk.
"Well aren't you Ms. Popular," says Bo.
Tamsin brushes off her comment, getting straight to business. "So, what do you need my help with?"
Bo hands her a disc. "It's surveillance footage," says Bo. Tamsin puts it inside of the computer. "I need an address on this Roger guy," she says, looking at the screen, pointing at him.
Tamsin manipulates the image and types in functions on the computer until an address displays on the screen. "So are you going to tell me what this is really about?"
"Well this is classified information. And I don't know if I can trust you just yet," says Bo.
"Well aren't we the cat telling the dog that its shit looks like crap," says Tamsin. Bo looks confused. "I don't trust you either. But I have the address," says Tamsin, turning off the screen, folding her arms.
"Oh I knew I knew that I couldn't trust you," says Bo, pouting.
"Quit your whining and just tell me what you're up to," says Tamsin. She turns on the screen.
Bo thinks about it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if she enlisted Tamsin, she and Mayer are on the same side. "Well okay. That guy Roger, he's human. He stole money from Mayer and I have to figure out how he did it and…"
Tamsin interrupts. "Wait are you telling me that a human swindled Mayer?"
"Well yeah."
"Wow. Wait, why you? Mayer has his own band of flunkies to do his biddings."
"Well being unaligned has its benefits. Plus he probably doesn't want anyone to know that he was ripped off by a human."
Tamsin nods. "True. That wouldn't be good at all, especially for him. And you, Mayer's bad news dude, why are you even mixed up with him? Not that I care or anything, just wondering."
"Well, I have been looking for any information about my parents, and he might be able to help me." Bo becomes distracted by Tamsin's business cards on her desk, picking one up, laughing a bit.
"And what's so funny?" asks Tamsin.
"You, you're like all professional. It's kind of cute. I think I'll keep it," says Bo, placing it in her pocket.
"Well okay then," says Tamsin. She stands. "We should get going."
"Oh no Tamsin, you've done enough already. Thank you though. I'll take it from here."
"What by cab? That address is a ways from here. You do remember that you were dropped off right?"
"Oh yeah, there is that."
"I have to run an errand over on that side of town anyway," says Tamsin. She clears her throat. "I can give you a lift, if you want."
"Well I am in need of a ride, so I guess it would be alright. I just have to make a phone call."
Bo calls Kenzi and gives her the rundown of the kidnapping and their new client. She tells Kenzi the address to Roger's home to meet her there. Bo goes back over to Tamsin.
"Well, you about ready?" she asks.
"After you," says Tamsin.
Outside Roger's Residence. Tamsin parks her bike behind Bo's car. Kenzi steps out of the vehicle.
"Hey you," says Kenzi, to Bo, giving her a look.
"Kenzi, um this is Tamsin," says Bo, a little awkward.
"Hmm, that name doesn't ring a bell. No wait it does. This wouldn't be the same Tamsin that helped hold you hostage during your tryout for American Gladiators is it?" says Kenzi.
"Nice to meet you too," says Tamsin.
"Yeah well, Tamsin's a cop," says Bo.
"A cop is she?" says Kenzi, eyeing Tamsin as if she were dissecting her. "And what's your deal with five-O?" says Kenzi, looking at Bo now. "Are you trying to mess up my street cred? You know I be's a boss in these streets." She looks at Tamsin. "Where I do volunteer work at Our Lady of St. Frances." She looks back at Bo. "Wait isn't she Dark Fae?"
Tamsin looks bored from the conversation.
"You think you asked enough questions there Kenzi? Anyway, what's going on here? Someone throwing a party or something?" says Bo, looking at the numerous parked cars lining the street.
"Cars parked on both sides, it's definitely a party," says Kenzi. "And don't think for a second missy that this convo is over. I'll just wait til later," she says, with a lecturing look.
"Alright then. Let's go find our Matchstick Man," says Bo.
"Yeah let's kick the tires and light the fires!" says Kenzi, amped.
Both Tamsin and Bo frown at her. "Did you go to The Dal before you came here?" asks Bo.
"No, I was just born awesome," says Kenzi. Tamsin walks away. Bo shakes her head and does the same. "What? I was," says Kenzi, she follows behind.
Inside, the hostess takes them to see Roger and finds him resting eternally in a coffin.
"Bo, I see dead people," whispers Kenzi. She grabs a shot glass, and drinks it in one swallow, frowning from the burn. "So wow, is it just me or is this party killer?" says Kenzi, grabbing another drink.
"Kenzi," says Bo, in a hush tone. Bo walks over to the hostess. "Um when did this happen? I mean, when did he pass again?" asks Bo, to the hostess. She tells Bo he passed away two days ago, and then leaves them to pay their respects. Bo turns to Tamsin and Kenzi. "This doesn't make any sense. That tape was taken 24 hours ago," says Bo.
"I'll take What the Hell for $1,000 Alex," says Kenzi, acting as if she's on Jeopardy. "You know, this is like an episode of American Horror Story Coven when…" says Kenzi, stopping herself from Bo's expression. Bo shakes her head at her. "No? Okay okay. But how can someone die, come back to life, win big and then die again before they even get to splurge? You gotta be the most unluckiest bastard in the world. It's obvious somebody upstairs really doesn't like him."
"Yeah well, he definitely lost the game of life that's for sure," say Bo.
Tamsin sighs. "Sounds like a Hsien," she says.
"A what? Did you just say a shin?" says Kenzi, eyes widened. "You mean to tell me that a leg is running around here inside of supposedly dead dead people jacking people for cash?" she asks, seriously. Tamsin looks like she wants to smack Kenzi for saying that.
"As ridiculous as all of that sounded, I'd have to go with Kenzi on this one," says Bo.
"I said a Hsien," says Tamsin, with major enunciation. "A body jumper. It's a Fae that jumps into bodies of people that just died. The last known one, well capable of pulling something like this off hasn't been seen around here for years."
"Dude, why didn't you just say that in the first place? And are you related to Trick?" asks Kenzi. Tamsin looks oddly at her.
"Well okay. Since there seems to be nothing else here, I think we should probably be on our way," says Bo. Kenzi agrees.
"I'm going to stick around. See if I can get more info about dead guy's dealings," says Tamsin.
"Okay, well, I guess I will talk with you later," says Bo.
Outside. Kenzi, who is ahead of Bo, stops and turns around. "So are you going to tell me what the hell's going on with you?" she asks.
"What are you talking about?" asks Bo, thrown off guard.
"A Dark Fae cop?" says Kenzi, dramatic hand gestures included.
"Oh yeah that. Well, she's useful."
"I don't trust her Bo. I know bad news bears when I see them. And I don't need a hound to smell that shit."
"What's with all the animals? And I think she's alright," says Bo.
"She's Dark Fae Bo!"
"Well so is our client."
"Who might I add van-napped you? Yeah that's painting a perfect picture."
"There is that. But come on Kenzi. I mean so what they're Dark. I'm unaligned. Plus, plus what's the difference anyway? Our services don't discriminate."
"Okay repeat after me, Dark bad," says Kenzi, in a caveman voice.
"Well, in my eyes they're both the same to me, just one is more upfront about it," says Bo. She walks over to Kenzi and places her hand on her shoulder. "Kenzi, I really need this. If it's one step closer to finding out who my parents are then I have to take it. You might be right about Tamsin. But she is Dark Fae, and we really don't know much about them other than what the Light Fae tells us. Think about it as having a Dark Fae contact."
"If you say so. But when she turns on you, I'm going to be the first person to say I told you so. And I don't care how childish it is. And you're driving," says Kenzi, tossing Bo the keys.