The Morrigan's Office. Tamsin is sitting in the waiting room when The Morrigan's assistant walks over to her. "The Morrigan would like to hold your meeting on the rooftop, please follow me," she says.
On the rooftop, The Morrigan is relaxing on a chaise lounge chair that has a canopy, wearing a bikini, sipping her drink through a straw. A well-developed young male wearing a Speedo is fanning her with a palm leaf.
"I hope you don't mind darling, today is such a nice day, I figured why not? Come, sit, drink," says The Morrigan, suspiciously chipper.
Tamsin gives her a funny look then complies, sitting down on the end of a lounge chair. The assistant is about to pour Tamsin a glass when she politely refuses.
"So, are we feeling better today," says The Morrigan, in a cutesy voice, sad puppy face.
"Peachy," says Tamsin, with her usual smirk.
"That was quite a mess you left for me to clean." The Morrigan takes a grape from off of a fruit platter held by her assistant. "And we all know how I hate cleaning."
Tamsin sighs. "I…"
The Morrigan interrupts. "No need to apologize my dear."
Tamsin's expression is a very confused one. "So you don't want to know what happened?"
"Not really. Shit happens," says The Morrigan, with a shrug. "Hell if you ask me it was quite amusing," says The Morrigan. "But let's not make a habit of it." She hands her half-empty drink to her assistant. "I'm not much of a surprise kind of girl."
"So why am I here then?" asks Tamsin.
"I'm just checking up on you sweetie. I had to reschedule a lot of shit because of you." The Morrigan pauses. "But your little spectacle did provide me with one thing. Part of my plan is working."
"Which part? The part where I attacked everyone or the one where I'm working with Light Fae, I'm confused."
The Morrigan taps the top of her head with her finger. "Ah ah ah. You'll know when I'm ready to tell you. In any case you've got some work cut out for you, i.e. fix the shit that you fucked when you spazed out on the goof troop." The Morrigan stands up. She goes over to a table and makes her own drink. She turns around with her glass, facing Tamsin, sipping her drink. "Take today and tomorrow off."
Tamsin frowns. "It's the afternoon. And tomorrow is La Shoshain, none of us work," she says, unenthused.
"That is right. Why didn't you remind me," says The Morrigan, to her assistant, annoyed.
"Madame it's on your calendar of events. Remember you're taking a trip to Cabo San Lucas?" replies the assistant.
The Morrigan wears a naughty grin. "Right. Oh well then, in the spirit of Cabo, take the weekend. That is, off your cop duties, not the Succubus."
"I'm already on sick leave."
"Well hell I was being generous. I can take it back."
"If you did it wouldn't make a difference."
"Oh Tamsin, that mouth of yours. Keep it up and it just might get you in the wrong kind of trouble someday," says The Morrigan, with an eyebrow flash. "I expect a full report first thing Monday morning." She goes back to her chair. "You're dismissed."
Bo and Kenzi walk into The Dal. They look around with odd expressions as The Dal is decorated in a festival fashion, and is packed with people.
They sit down at the bar. "What the hell?" says Kenzi.
"I know right," says Bo.
Out of the blue, Dyson comes over and sits with them. "Kenzi, Bo," he says. Kenzi nods her head in acknowledgment. He looks at Bo. "Haven't seen you lately."
"Well, I've been kind of busy," says Bo. She quiets and then. "Have you, um talked to Tamsin?"
"Yeah tell her I want to thank her personally for the trip to hibernation," says Kenzi.
"I know what you mean," says Dyson, to Kenzi. He looks at Bo. "And she hasn't been back since I returned. Gone on sick leave."
Bo nods her head slowly as if she is thinking about something.
"Yeah whatever, sick leave my ass," says Kenzi, rolling her eyes. "So what the hell is going on here? I am a loyal customer, and I ain't never seen this many people here before."
"You mean freeloader," says Trick, walking over to them, behind the bar. "And today is La Shoshain."
"La sho what?" says Kenzi, with a frown. Bo does the same.
"La Shoshain," repeats Trick. "It's the most sacred day of the year for Fae."
"So it's a holiday?" says Bo, with a that's-really-lame look.
"Bo, it's Fae Day," laughs Kenzi. Bo laughs as well.
"It's spiritual Kenzi," says Trick, appearing offended.
"Okay Trick, hold your horses there, I'm only kidding. So what's so special about it anyway? All I see is a reason to party," says Kenzi.
"Today is the only day out of the year that both sides can celebrate with each other, together," says Trick.
"I feel like I'm missing part of the story," says Bo.
"Let's put it this way, both Light and Dark can drink, party and make merry, together," explains Trick.
"Make merry as in boink each other?" says Kenzi, with a curious and excited expression.
"For lack of a better word," says Trick, looking a bit disturbed.
"See Bo, and you wanted to stay home. Now you can knock bits with a Dark Fae and not even feel guilty about it afterwards," says Kenzi. Everyone frowns at Kenzi, Bo's the look of fire. "Um, not that it happened before or anything like that. Because it didn't."
"Kenzi," says Bo, reprimandingly.
"What? I need a drink," says Kenzi.
"Anyway, back to this spiritual day, is there anything else I should know about it?" asks Bo.
"It's a day of peace," says Dyson. "We can't use our powers, feed, or use any acts of violence."
"Some serious shit," says Kenzi, grabbing a drink from a waitress walking pass.
Suddenly a woman playing a lyre screams an ear piercing scream that has everyone hugging their ears to protect them. Then she rushes out of The Dal. The room fills with a quiet terror.
"What in the Fae Day was that?" asks Kenzi.
Then Trick yells for everyone to leave, everyone except the five noble families.
"What the hell was that really?" asks Bo.
"It was the wail of a Banshee," answers Trick.
"And for all of those who wasn't paying attention in class when mythologies were discussed," says Bo.
"A Banshee? Wait Irish folklore slowly returning. Dude, doesn't that mean death?" says Kenzi.
"Well in this case the death of a member of one of the five noble families," says Trick.
"Sucks to be Fae," says Kenzi, shaking her head.
"There are five noble human families too. Not that I suspect that you are part of one," says Trick.
"Um ouch. And how do you know? I'll have you know that my uncle's grandpa great grandmother's first cousin's aunt twice removed was a fine courtesan who I'm sure came across a many noble blood," says Kenzi.
"Well okay. Let's um, drink to that," says Bo, to Kenzi. They toast their glasses and drink.
Trick looks over to Dyson.
"I'm already on it," says Dyson, getting out of his seat. "You up for a round of hide and go seek the Banshee?" he says, to Bo.
"Can I take a vacay instead?" says Bo.
"You can be of noble blood Bo since you don't know who your family is," points out Dyson. "Plus I might need a hand seeing that I can't use mine today and you can being non-allied."
"Well why didn't you just say that," says Bo, with a smile. Dyson smiles back.
"Yeah don't mind me, I'll just be here eating grub."
Bo turns to her. "Are you sure Kenzi?"
"Yeah, sure. Go, have fun," says Kenzi.
Meanwhile in a Dark bar, Tamsin is walking out of a men's room, tidying up her clothes. She goes over to the bar. A guy exits right after, sitting over with his friends all the while gawking at Tamsin.
"Let me have whatever has the most alcohol in it," says Tamsin, to the bartender.
"That bad huh?" says the bartender, noticing Tamsin's deed.
"Let's just say I could've done better all by myself," she smirks.
The bartender smiles. "This is my special concoction. It's guaranteed to make you forget about your current woes because you'll be busy creating new ones. And it's on the house."
"My kind of drink," says Tamsin, tasting it, nodding her head in approval.
Back on the other side of Fae land. Dyson and Bo have located the Banshee and know who will die, but now they are out honoring one of the soon to be dead guy's last requests. That is to find his brother so that he can make amends with him. Bo and Dyson are sitting in the car outside of their client's brother's job. Bo is reading up on the Blood King and La Shoshain while Dyson drinks from his flask.
"Wow, I can't believe I didn't know any of this stuff. It's so fascinating," says Bo.
Dyson nods in agreement.
"Okay grumpy cat, what's your problem?" asks Bo, noticing Dyson's indifferent attitude.
"I'm sorry, I'm just thinking about things."
"Well what kinds of things?"
Dyson shakes his head. "Nothing that's important enough for you to worry over. Bo," says Dyson, with a pause. "I just want you to know that I'm there for you. And that I always have your best interest at heart."
"Well thanks," says Bo, with a frown. "Are you okay over there? Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Everything's fine Bo," says Dyson, with a reassuring smile.
"If you say so," says Bo. The car becomes quiet. "I've been meaning to ask you something. I didn't want to ask Trick because I'm always asking him questions and I think it gets on his nerves."
"Bo what is it?" asks Dyson, wearing a concerned expression.
"It's nothing serious. I was just wondering. Well you know the Fae, and them being divided and all, what happens to a um, well let me just put it like this. Say that you and Hale, who are both Light Fae got into a heated argument, and you two aren't friends, and say it was over someone like Kenzi, and she was Fae, only she hasn't chosen a side. And you and Kenzi were like the good guys. Say he attacked Kenzi, would you harm him, or could you harm him, hypothetically speaking?" asks Bo.
Dyson looks confused, not by the question, but by Bo's asking of it. "Well I wouldn't, and it's not so much that I wouldn't want to, it's just that once you join a side then you don't go against your own. And say if I were to pick sides with Kenzi, especially her being unaligned, the consequences of my actions would not be pretty."
"Oh," says Bo as if she has just understood something.
"Was I helpful?"asks Dyson.
"Tons," says Bo. She goes back to reading.
Later that day. After Kenzi and soon to be dead guy have been going over his recent bucket list, they decided to hang at the crack shack, indulging in a bucket of fried chicken.
At the same time, Tamsin, on her pearl white Ducati that has gold rims and chrome accents, is driving inebriated, running stops signs and lights. Driving at increasing speeds, the wind flowing through her hair.
Back at the crack shack. Kenzi and soon to be dead guy's food and conversation are interrupted by a Goblin assassin in black apparel. He is trying to kill the soon to be dead guy and whoever intervenes. Dyson and Bo show up just in time, but the Goblin has the upper hand, disabling Dyson and giving Bo a run for her money. The Goblin is so fast that each time Bo tries to strike him with her sword it is as if he has disappeared, taunting her. He taps her from behind, and when she faces him, he hits her, knocking her to the ground. Dyson is on the ground trying to catch his breath, while Kenzi stands in front of soon to be dead guy, wielding a huge kitchen knife. The Goblin has Bo's sword now, lifting it up in the air to strike her down with it. Kenzi yells for Bo to watch out. Dyson is reaching for his gun but can't get to it fast enough. Suddenly horrid and bone-chilling sounds travel inside of the home. The sounds absorb the entire interior, seeming as if it is bleeding from the walls. The room dims and becomes cold. Tamsin is walking slowly in, her face skull-like. The Goblin turns around to face her and is locked under her influence. Everyone is looking in alarm, Bo, Dyson, and Kenzi fearing that there might be a repeat of last they met.
Kenzi can barely allow to escape, "Holy fucking shit," from out of her mouth.
Then unexpectedly the Goblin becomes two, one physical, and the other transparent, shifting in and out of one another. Several arms come from underneath the Goblin, pulling him down. The Goblin shouts for his life, his physical appearance changing dull in color, eyes fading into black. Everyone is looking in terror, stock-still in their positions. The room becomes louder with ghostly moans as the hands bring down with them the transparent Goblin before vanishing. The sounds stop, the temperature goes back to standard, light is restored, and the Goblin's lifeless body falls onto the floor. Tamsin's face returns to normal. She looks over at Bo.
"We need to talk," she says.