Tamsin is waiting outside of The Morrigan's office impatiently. Instead of sitting in one of the lobby chairs, she stands against the wall, arms folded, tapping her foot on the floor, gritting her teeth, staring at a clock on an adjacent wall.
"The Morrigan will see you now," says the receptionist.
Tamsin pushes her body from against the wall and walks into the office as if she were on a hasty mission, stopping at The Morrigan's desk.
The Morrigan doesn't look up. "This had better be important, you're making me late for my five o'clock Swedish massage."
"I want permission to be taken off this Bo investigation," says Tamsin.
"Cop talk, how cute." The Morrigan looks up a bit intrigue. "So, we're on a first name basis now."
Tamsin shakes her head, overlooking the comment. "That's her name isn't it?"
"It would appear so," says The Morrigan. She gets up and comes around her desk, sitting on the front. "I heard about your little spat in the Red Line District."
Tamsin sighs. "What did Vex tell you?" she asks.
"Oh a little of this, a little of that. Tell me Tamsin, are you getting soft on me? Trying to grow a heart and all?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" asks Tamsin, upset over her statements.
"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about. But let's cut the shit shall we. Why don't you tell me your version of the events that transpired, and don't try to be cute. I can smell bullshit from a mile away," says The Morrigan, crossing her arms and legs. Tamsin frowns. She doesn't know where to start or what she should say. "Waiting," says The Morrigan, "Or would you like me to speak for you?"
"I can speak for myself," says Tamsin, smartly. "And whatever happened to a girl getting a little more credit for only preventing another dumbass war."
"Oh should we bring out the medals now? There's almost always a war about to break even as we speak."
"How about you cut the bullshit," says Tamsin, seeing right through her. "We both know that Vex is favored by the Elders. And we both know that if Bo would've killed him it would've started a war."
The Morrigan gives Tamsin a prudish smirk, rubbing her hands together, nodding her head. Suddenly an assistant walks into the room. "Your tea Madame Morrigan," she says, handing her a mug. Tamsin shakes her head when she hears this. The Morrigan grabs the cup without taking her eyes off of Tamsin. "Anything else Madame?"
"That'll be all. Actually hun, have my driver pull around," says The Morrigan.
"Yes Madame," says the assistant, she bows and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.
The Morrigan holds the cup with both hands, taking a sip out of it. "Now that's what I call damn good tea," she says, placing her mug on her desk. "Tell me Tamsin, what shall I do with you?"
"You can start off by granting me this request."
The Morrigan laughs. "And why would I do a thing like that?"
Tamsin looks ever more annoyed. "Look Morrigan, I don't want to do this anymore."
"Well hell I don't want to be sitting here talking to you about this shit when I can be doing something fabulous with my time, but I am. You see my point sweetie, we all can't get what we want, well except me." The Morrigan walks back around to her desk and opens a drawer, grabbing her purse. She places it underneath her arm. "Tomorrow you are to report to the 39th Division at 8 a.m. sharp," says The Morrigan. She starts walking to the door.
"What?" exclaims Tamsin, frowning beyond belief.
"Oh sweetie, you've been transferred darling," says The Morrigan, with a smile.
"But that's Light territory, how in the hell could I be transferred there?"
As The Morrigan reaches the door, she turns around and faces Tamsin. "You didn't get the memo?"
Tamsin looks at The Morrigan as if she were the most dimwitted person in the world. "Does it sound like I got a fucking memo?" she says, beside herself.
"Darling didn't your mother teach you to mind your manners? Such language is unbecoming of you Tamsin. And I told you weeks ago of my plan, you just weren't paying attention," says The Morrigan.
"You didn't tell me anything. You just said that you had a plan."
"Tomato toma-to. And anywho, it was you that gave me the idea. Getting all close with the Succubus. It made me think about going bigger than that. So I reached out to The Ash and suggested, if you will, a program of peace." The Morrigan laughs. "Sorry my dear, that word just tickles me. So anyway, the Fae Elders on both sides had convened and all came to an agreement. So we implemented a little peace project where one of ours work with one of theirs and vice versa. And why not begin with those who work to maintain peace, serving and protecting? You'll get the heads up when you start tomorrow."
"There is no way I'm working with any Light Fae. We're divided for a reason."
"You can and you will. So don't think for a second I'm going to let you fuck off my plans when I came this far and this close." She walks over to Tamsin. "Now I need an eye in there. And you're going to be the first one in centuries to be just that legitimately speaking, so don't fuck it up! And for the record, you still report to me. I want not only information on the Succubus, but whatever intel you can gather about the Light Fae as well. Understood?" says The Morrigan. Tamsin shakes her head defiantly. "Was that a no you didn't understand or a no you won't do it?"
"It's a why me?" says Tamsin.
"Why you? What do you mean why you? You're perfect for this position. You're close to that band of pathetic misfits. You're already a cop, you know how to snoop around, and you can hold your own if needed. Most importantly you're loyal to the Dark. That and it was short notice to get someone else to fill the position. Smile darling. You should be happy? You're going to go down in history as the Dark Fae that helped take down the Light, once and for all. Toodle-loo my dear, Sebastian awaits."
At the crack shack, the home that has seen better days ages ago that Bo and Kenzi reside in, the two are sitting down on the sofa, watching a movie, eating popcorn.
"No! Don't go in there. I said don't go in there," says Kenzi, watching the movie. She shakes her head. "The killer. He's behind the…never mind dumbass."
Bo takes a handful of popcorn, putting a few in her mouth. "I don't know why you act surprised? We've seen this movie over a million times."
"I know but my commentaries give it that extra oomph," says Kenzi. She eats some popcorn. "So spy banged huh?"
"That was random. But yeah," says Bo, still looking at the movie.
"Dude, I still can't believe she did that. That sucks on global standards."
"Yeah well, I thought that it was going to be special you know because it's Lauren. I mean we had sparks, high voltage sparks, and well that happened."
Kenzi shrugs. "Well look at the bright side."
"What bright side? If there is one by all means let me know," says Bo, eating more popcorn.
"At least you know that you can bang everyone now, except me, without them being dead anymore."
Bo nods her head from side to side. "I guess when you put it like that. Yeah, you're right, there are more fish in the sea."
Both are quiet now, watching the movie as if they are seeing it for the first time. "Soo…are we going to talk about it," says Kenzi, breaking the silence.
Bo still looking at the screen, "I thought we already talked about whatever we were going to talk about."
"No Bo, the elephant in the room," says Kenzi, raising her hands in the air.
"I hope you meant that as a figure of speech. Or else I'm going to have to get you one of those white jackets that makes you hug yourself," says Bo, with a smile.
"Ha ha. I'm serious Bo. Now I didn't want to say anything because everything was still fresh at the time and things needed to settled. But this big ass elephant has been in the room for days and it's time for it to get its big ass out."
"Kenzi," says Bo, shaking her head. "What are you talking about?"
"The damn elephant," says Kenzi, with a duh look.
"Okay this is starting to sound real crazy. And elephants? Have you been eating more Toastie Bun Buns? You know what those things do to you."
Kenzi gasps. "Toastie Bun Buns have never done anything to me but nourish my body with all its yummy fibers, minerals and magical goodness. And quit changing the subject. Forget about the elephants. I'm talking about that night Bo, at the night club," says Kenzi. Bo already looks like she's done with conversation. "You know with you and Ta…" she says, being cut off.
"Kenzi," says Bo, shaking her head. "I don't want to talk about that."
"It's been days Bo. How long are you going to keep avoiding it?"
"I'm not avoiding anything. There are just better things to discuss." Bo gets up and walks over to the kitchen table, placing the popcorn bowl on top of it.
Kenzi turns and sits on the arm of the couch. "Bo I'm serious. You can't just wall up like that."
"Well what do you want me to say?" says Bo, folding her arms.
"I don't know. But for starters how about what the hell was that?" asks Kenzi.
Bo shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about? What was what?"
"You know…you. Look Bo, I know that you want to find information about your parents, we both do, but I never seen you react like that before."
"React like what? Like I was angry? Like I was pissed? I'm just so tired of people playing with me like I'm some kind of game Kenzi."
"I know and me too, but why?"
"Why? Why am I tired? Kenzi if you got something to say just say it, and stop beating around the bush," says Bo, as a matter of fact.
"Okay," say Kenzi, nodding her head. "What was that with you and Tamsin?" she asks. Bo is silently looking irritated. Kenzi sees her look. "You said to keep it real, so I'm keeping it real. What's up with the blowout Bo?"
"I was upset. She betrayed me, you heard her. She tried to kill me."
"Yet you're still alive," says Kenzi, giving her this I–am-not-buying-it expression.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Bo, people just don't try to kill people. Okay well sometimes they do. You know what, scratch that. Okay, I know I don't know Tamsin, well we both know that, but I've been around long enough to know that if someone like her were going to kill you, well," says Kenzi.
"So what are you trying to say Kenzi?"
"I think it's fairly obvious Bo."
"You don't know what happened. You weren't even there the whole time. And she kept trying to stop me from getting information from Vex."
"So did Dyson but you're not drilling down his neck are you? And you were trying to kill Vex."
"Same difference. And Dyson, Dyson's different. He was trying to help even though I didn't want him to. He was stopping me to prevent a war."
"And what was she doing? Wait I don't know because I wasn't there, so tell me for the sake of argument."
"She was. She was working with him. She didn't want me to kill him. And she and The Morrigan, they're plotting against me."
"Wow," says Kenzi, shaking her head. "You don't even know what's going on do you? Damn Bo."
"Yeah, it's called plotting against me," says Bo.
"That's not what I'm talking about. And you know for someone that's plotting against somebody, I don't see them acting the way that she did. Like letting you hit them without fighting back, especially someone that's Dark Fae. And you throwing fits, I mean what the hell was that Bo?"
Bo is momentarily quiet, then she sighs. "I don't know Kenzi." She shakes her head. "I was just angry okay. I don't want to talk about this anymore, and I don't want to talk about her okay. I don't like her Kenzi and that's that."
"Yeah keep telling yourself that," says Kenzi, under her breath. "I got one word for you, denial, yeah look it up, you'll see your picture right next to it, and mine pointing at you saying I told you so."
"Well now that that's over, you want to go to The Dal?" asks Bo.
"Sure why not," says Kenzi, with enthusiasm.
At The Dal. Hale and Dyson are in the middle of a discussion at the bar when Bo and Kenzi take seats next to them.
"What's going on Fellas?" says Kenzi.
"Ladies Ladies, glad to see you. Hey lil mama, I see you got your drinking face on," says Hale, to Kenzi. "Just in time too."
Dyson slides glasses to Bo and Kenzi, along with a bottle of liquor. "Join us," he says, winking at Bo.
"Yes yes, share in our festivities," says Hale, super excited in a chilled manner.
"You bet your bottom dollar we will," says Kenzi, pouring her and Bo a drink.
"So, what's the celebration?" asks Bo, taking a sip.
"My pal Hale here is getting transferred," says Dyson, gripping Hale's shoulder and then patting it.
"Nuh uh, really?" says Kenzi, drinking her drink, pouring another.
"I guess congratulations are in order. To be honest though, I don't really know if it's a good or bad thing," says Bo.
Hale laughs. "To be honest I really don't know either, but what I do know is that I don't have to see this mug all the time," says Hale, putting his arm across Dyson's shoulder.
"Hey the ladies don't complain," says Dyson.
"Okay okay, I feel you," says Hale, nodding to Dyson. Hale looks over at Bo, who is wearing this whatever expression.
"Awkward," says Kenzi, drinking. "So wait, where are you going exactly? Are we ever going to see you again?" she asks, with a sad puppy face.
"If I'd known that you were leaving I would've brought you a going away gift," says Bo, looking a bit glum.
Dyson and Hale laugh. Bo and Kenzi look at them like they may have had a little too much to drink.
"What's so funny?" asks Bo, shaking her head.
"Yeah because apparently it was so funny that a joke was unnecessary," says Kenzi.
"Check it out, I'm just going across town, no sweat off my back. I'll still be around shooting some stick, taking yo coins," says Hale.
"So you're doing all this for a job that's across town? Please tell me that there's a higher position, higher pay, or a bonus involved somewhere in this," says Bo.
"Come on now Bo, I got this aiight," says Hale.
"So what's this mysterious job anyway that mayhaps the alcohol keeps making you all avoid saying," says Kenzi.
"I'ma need you to relax," says Hale. He pours Kenzi a drink. "Here drink this. I know you get a lil cranky when everyone else is drunk and you're not."
"Damn skippy," says Kenzi.
"Okay seriously, where are you going for real?" asks Bo.
"Hale here is going to the 42nd Division," says Dyson. Then Dyson and Hale both do a manly grunt and swallow their drinks at the same time. Kenzi makes a girly grunt and follows suit just because.
"Wait the 42nd Division? Isn't that…" says Bo.
"The police precinct in Dark territory," says Dyson, nodding.
Bo begins staring at her glass, drifting into her thoughts.
"You know what they say, the streets may be bad, dirty and mean, but watch out for the women they'll clean you til you scream," says Hale. Dyson howls like a typical guy trying to sound like a wolf. "And I can't wait to get a piece of that action if you know what I mean," he says, giving Dyson some dap.
"Gross and eww. And clearly you just made that shit up," says Kenzi.
"Well your man here will be doing the…" says Hale, interrupted.
"Yeah yeah, we get it Romeo," says Kenzi. Then she has a look on her face like she's just discovered something. Out of nowhere, she spits out her drink. "What the hell Hale? The 42nd Division, are you cracked dude? Do you want to die or does somebody else want you to die?"
"Chill Kenz, it's not like that. See both our sides got together and started this peace project between us where we work together instead of against each other," says Hale. He laughs a little. "You know it's funny, I thought about doing something like that myself, if I was The Ash and all," he says.
"Nothing wrong with a dream," says Kenzi, swallowing the rest of her drink. "Good shit."
"So back to the peace project. Maybe if this works out, they will try it with more people. And maybe one day we can coexist peacefully, you see what I'm saying ma?" explains Hale.
"I hear you. But why the hell would you be happy to be a guinea pig?" asks Kenzi.
"He's not only happy. He volunteered," says Dyson.
"You mean to tell me you had a choice?" says Kenzi, giving Hale a crazy look.
Hale nods his head. "Don't worry Kenzi, it's all good. Plus can you really picture my homeboy doing it? Nah," he says, shaking his head. He smiles. "Trust me I'm the best man for the job."
"If you say so. I guess if you believe in this so much I should too. I'll let you know when I do. Anyway, when does this reassignment start?" asks Kenzi, drinking yet another drink.
"Tomorrow," says Hale. Kenzi spits out her drink. "Dang lil ma, one more like that and we gon have to get you a bib."
"My bad," says Kenzi. Then she hits Hale. "That's for the short notice. Why didn't you tell us sooner?"
"I just found out myself really. But it's cool," says Hale.
"Bo, what do you think about all this? You've been awfully quiet over there," says Dyson.
"Oh," says Bo, looking up. "Um nothing. So how does this work? Hale just goes over to work in Dark land and that's it?"
"Basically," says Hale. "And while I'm over there working with Dark Fae cops, a Dark Fae cop will be taking my place and they'll be…"
"Working with me," says Dyson, finishing.
Bo gets real silent, and then, "Do you know who your partner is yet?"
"No not yet, we find out tomorrow," says Dyson.
"Bo what's up?" asks Kenzi, noticing her expression.
"Nothing. It's nothing," says Bo, quietly.
"Well anyway ladies. I don't know about you but until then, let's drink until it's 1999," says Hale.
"But that's in the past," says Kenzi. She looks at the bottle, searching for the alcohol proof on it.
"Exactly," says Hale, gulping down the rest of his drink. "You feel me?"
"Okay okay. I got you. Me and you, we're here," says Kenzi, pointing two fingers at her eyes and Hale's, and Hale doing the same.
Bo shakes her head, toasting her glass with Dyson.