Things have gone back to normal as far as work is concerned. Bo and Kenzi are taking on new cases, and Tamsin and Dyson are doing their detective work. Things have not changed with Bo and Tamsin however. They haven't talk to each other since that day, and barely have seen each other. When they are in the same room due to Bo needing police resources from Dyson, it is often filled with awkwardness, noticeable awkwardness, but no one seems to bring it up.
At the crack shack, Bo and Kenzi are in good spirits, busy drinking wine and shining weapons.
"This is so lame. It's Friday, and what's going on with us? I'll tell you what, two hot chicks shining swords. What is the world coming to?" says Kenzi, shaking her head. She takes a sip of wine.
"You do have a point there," says Bo, waxing a sword. Bo is looking like she's thinking about something. "Hot chicks shining swords," says Bo, with a laugh. "Sounds like a porn."
"It does doesn't it," says Kenzi. She pauses. "So speaking of pointy things, what's up with Dyson? You two have been awfully chum lately. You back to riding the bologna pony or should I say rolling on the wolf chunk?"
"Um eww Kenzi, you just made that sound really gross. I thought you should know that. And no, Dyson and I, we are just good friends going through a phase. Then again it's probably actually me going through one," says Bo, drinking some wine.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain Valkyrie does it?"
"No," says Bo, without hesitation. She gets up and tosses a dagger into their makeshift training dummy.
"Oh come on Bo. Every time you two are in the same room the tension in it can be cut with a knife, hell with one of these swords. And I didn't say anything because I was giving you the chance to bring things up like you usually do with everything else, but shoot by the time you say anything I'll be in a retirement home. So what happened between you two? You never did talk about 'the talk' you two had either. And it must've been a good one too. It only took until the next day."
"Well yeah, we had talked," says Bo. She takes a huge swallow of wine. "And it was, very informative, you know the talk." She throws another dagger.
"Informative eh?" says Kenzi, with a nod that spells mischief. "Just how informative are we talking that this talk was?" Kenzi frowns at her choice of words, confusing herself.
Bo stops with the daggers and drinks from her glass again. "Well, if I had to be honest, I would have to say that I learned a lot from that talk, and I didn't have a problem being taught a thing or two."
Kenzi's mouth is open. "OMG, are you for reals?"
Bo nods her head. Another dagger flies from her hand.
"So wait then, if this talk was as good as you say it was then why the sudden non-talking? Meaning this strictly in a literally sense of verbiage."
"I don't know Kenzi."
"What do you mean don't know? You talked all night and day, and you mean to tell me that that's it, nothing, nada, finito, kaputt?"
Bo nods her head slowly. Then she goes over and leans against the kitchen table.
"Bo, what happened?"
"Okay, but this is going to be a long story," says Bo. Bo starts from the beginning. Telling Kenzi about the old manor house, and the wolves, to the beautiful garden and then to the glass house. She avoids telling Kenzi about the actual conversations that she and Tamsin had, thinking that it should remain between the two of them, at least until further notice. Bo takes a deep breath when she begins talking about the glass house. What it was like in there, where if you thought of something it came to you. Kenzi listens on excitedly. Then she talks about how the room changed, and how they changed, and the roses. Then she stops, wondering how to say the rest of the story without being graphic. So she instead skips details of the shared intimate moments and just talks about the atmosphere and explains the feeling, how amazing it was, and the fire, how it was unlike anything she had ever felt in her life, and the explosion of the dome.
"You bitches were having like zero gravity sex Bo," says Kenzi, shaking her head in astonishment. "Best La Shoshain ever!"
"Yeah, it was, incredible," says Bo, sounding a bit glum.
"I so want a glass house. Can you get me one for my birthday, pretty please with sugar on top?"
"Sure Kenzi."
"Ahh that's so sweet of you even though I know that you can't, it's the thought that counts. Okay so what happened next?"
Bo then tells Kenzi about how they did not sleep, and how things carried over through the morning, about how it felt being with her, and how romantic everything really was.
Kenzi refills their glasses with wine. She sits back down, drink in hand. "Okay, what she do? I know it wasn't you, way too many pros in your story. The con is yall destroying the damn glass house before I got a chance to break into it, I mean look around."
"Well, she um, she didn't…do I really have to talk about this part, it makes me so uuh you know," says Bo, frowning.
"Yeah I know, but I still want to know you know," says Kenzi. "I think I may be buzzed. Dude I just said be buzzed, get it? Bee and buzzing?"
"Anyway," says Bo, giving her a look. "Long story short, she didn't think it was a good idea for things to go any further, and so there you have it."
"Bo that's really messed up. I mean after all the epicness, she takes the goods and runs."
"Gee thanks Kenzi. Do you want me to jump off a cliff now or later?"
"I'm serious, and that's bullshit Bo. I mean I don't know Tamsin, but I would think that she would have to have a good reason for it. She doesn't seem like the type to put herself out there like that. Then again she could be as crazy as a cat with a can tied around its tail. Not that I've ever partook in anything like that," says Kenzi.
Bo places her drink down, putting her elbows on the table.
"When you think about it though Tamsin is kind of fucked up," says Kenzi, with a shrug. Bo gives her a look. "No seriously Bo, check it out, maybe it's not even her fault you know, just look at her powers. Hands coming out the ground, snatching souls and shit, you can't help but to be a fucked up person with powers like that."
"I guess," says Bo. She sits down on a kitchen stool. "I don't know. I must be jinxed or something. Is it really supposed to be this hard?"
"Bo you're not hexed. Your problem is that you're looking for the right person in all of the wrong places. I mean think about it, we all know I lurve me some wolfgang Dyson, but how did you meet him? He kidnapped you. And Tamsin, she interrogated you while you were being held hostage. And Lauren, wait, I'm still mad about the spy-bang, but yeah she examined you while you were held captive. I mean damn Bo, with your track record I hate to see how you meet the next person."
"Thanks for your observance Kenzi. Much appreciated." Bo drinks some more wine.
"Well as always there's a bright side to every story," says Kenzi, taking the daggers out of the dummy. "At least they all have jobs," she says. Bo laughs. "You know the economy is rough out here." Kenzi starts throwing the daggers. "But seriously Bo, if you feel like you got some bad mojo, then maybe you should start going to church. Get you a nice wholesome young man or gal."
"In all honesty Kenzi, I'm tired of looking for that special someone you know. I mean if it was meant for me to have someone then I would right? I'm just going to sit back and wait for a change."
"Bo you have like three Boos, my bad two, wait one, nope two, nall it's zero, wait it's three again, you see where I'm going with this? It's annoying isn't it? You don't have to wait on anything. Just pick one already."
"Um been there done that. Lauren used me remember? And Dyson only seems to want to get all serious whenever someone else takes an interest in me."
"D-man is majorly territorial."
"And Tamsin, we didn't even get that far before she scurried off."
Kenzi laughs. "Dude you said scurried. That's awesome." Kenzi pours some more wine.
"Don't you think that you're going in a little too fast?"
"What? This is like the second or third bottle. And wine, wine is good for your heart. Anyway, so million dollar question, if all three of them were standing in front of you, and no stupid stuff ever happened, and you had to pick one to be with, who would you choose?"
Bo is thinking. Then the thought starts to become a bit time consuming.
"Damn Bo, it's not like rocket science and shit."
"I don't know Kenzi. I mean that's kind of a hard question to answer. Don't get me wrong, I do like things about each of them. I'm just not sure all of them are relationship material. But, if they were," says Bo. She shakes her head. "I still don't know."
"Okay, well just for fun, tell me three things that are special about them."
"Okay, well…Dyson, he's loyal, and protecting, and I can always count on him whenever I need him. And Lauren, well, she's very smart and sexy, sexy-smart, that has a hyphen, and she's brave, and supportive you know, I mean she believed in me when I didn't even believe in myself," says Bo, nodding.
"Okay okay, good stuff. Letting you get away with sexy-smart. Now on to the Valkyrie."
Bo sighs. "Well, then there's Tamsin. She is," says Bo, thinking really hard. Then. "She is so rude," she says. Kenzi frowns. "And and mean. She never says anything that has to do with how she feels, and she doesn't care if she hurts your feelings either. She's always cutting people off when they talk. And did I say rude already?" asks Bo. Kenzi nods her head, still frowning. "Okay, well she has this very morbid sense of humor, and she's dark, and I'm not talking about being Fae, but like the mysterious kind and not the good kind of mysterious but the creepy kind, and I think she's only helpful by accident. And she doesn't care about anything or anyone but herself. She's so damn selfish. I mean she had the nerve to…"
Kenzi interrupts. "Bo I said three qualities, and I was leaning more along the side of positive."
"Oh, sorry about that, venting. Well, there is the sex. That counts right?"
"Dude that is so why we're best friends," says Kenzi, with a smile. "Yeah well it's pretty clear what the obvious choice is?"
Bo nods in agreement. "Drinks?"
"Dal Riata here we come," says Kenzi.
Inside of The Morrigan's Office. Tamsin is sitting, looking bored as ever, half-listening to The Morrigan, who is pacing around the room, going on about nothing that concerns her. She wonders why she is even there in the first place as she has better things to do with her time. Not sure when this will likely end she interrupts.
"Say, is this going to end soon? I do have to work," says Tamsin.
The Morrigan sits down at her desk. "Tamsin I'm appalled, what not a fan?" she says, with a quaint smile.
"Clearly."
"Oh Tamsin, so uncouth. I think it's starting to rub off on me," says The Morrigan, with a raised eyebrow. "So," she says as she goes over some documents. "Tell me Tamsin, any new developments with the Succubitch that I should know about?"
Tamsin frowns. "No. No new developments with Bo," she says, in a correcting manner.
The Morrigan looks up from the tone of Tamsin's voice. "I didn't realize I struck a nerve." She taps her fingers against the desk. "Bo is it now? Sounds to me like you're developing a soft spot for the Succubitch," says The Morrigan, with emphasis on the bitch. "Slept together lately?"
"Excuse you?"
"Oh you heard me. Don't be coy Tamsin, you can tell me."
"There's nothing to tell," says Tamsin, defensively.
"Well then what are you getting all worked up for darling? It was just a simple question," says The Morrigan, reading her eyes.
"You're not asking a question, you're making judgments on my allegiance."
"Very observant. And why shouldn't I? A girl deserves to know who she can trust in her camp."
"Nothing's changed Morrigan," says Tamsin, with an attitude.
"I don't know dear," says The Morrigan. She gets up and props herself on the side of the desk, folding her arms. "Maybe you have grown a little too close for my taste to the sunshine gang. It's decided, I'm taking you off."
Tamsin frowns. "Fine."
"What no fight?"
"Is that what you want? You're The Morrigan aren't you? I have to abide by your rules right?"
Now The Morrigan is wearing a bothered expression from Tamsin's remarks. "Correct," she says.
Tamsin stands up and crosses her arms. "But we both know that if you suddenly replaced me with someone else, everyone will know that you are up to something. So if I am the best candidate for the job as you say I am then it's probably in your best interest that you let me finish it."
The Morrigan appears shocked. She shakes her head and laughs. "Oh hun, I wasn't born yesterday, it's written all over your face. You want it way too much."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh you know. Tell me the truth Tamsin, are you or are you not sleeping with the Succubus?"
"I think you want to, you keep talking about it."
"Ooh sassy," says the Morrigan, sitting back behind her desk. "But you are right, I don't want to give my plan up, so you stay, but on a provisional basis. Prove to me what I put you in there for. The time for bullshit is over, bring me something concrete Tamsin. You do that darling and you will remain in place. Other perks will be discussed later," she says, with a wink.
Tamsin frowns, not sure if she wants whatever perks The Morrigan is offering. "Fine."
"Then it's settled dear. I'm counting on you so don't disappoint. I would hate for you to have to see me when I'm disappointed. You can close the door on your way out."
At The Dal, Bo and Kenzi are sitting at the bar drinking when a bloodied Dyson walks in, declaring sanctuary. Dyson tells Bo, Trick, and Kenzi that someone is setting him up for the murder of a Dark Fae, named Ba'al. All evidence points to Dyson as he doesn't have a memory of the events that supposedly transpired, but he knows he's innocent. The last memory he does have is arguing with Ba'al at Vex's night club. Hale, who is at the 42nd Division, calls Dyson and informs him that The Ash wants him to turn himself in, but Trick talks Dyson out of it. Bo and Kenzi agree to help against Dyson's wishes of wanting them to stay out of it, but he really has no other choice. If Dyson leaves The Dal, he will be placed into Dark custody and subsequently executed.
Bo knows that she will need resources from the police department, so she and Kenzi go to see Hale. He tells them that The Morrigan had already sent off the evidence from the crime scene to Lauren so that she can examine it. Then he shows Bo and Kenzi the surveillance footage from Carpe Noctem that shows the three witnesses, Vex, the bartender, and a female. Hale tells them that everyone is aware of his friendship with Dyson, and he is being watched by both Light and Dark Fae. He suggests to Bo that it would be better and less suspicious if she and Kenzi worked out of Dark territory. Adding that someone that is actually Dark Fae that works in Light territory at the 39th Division, has the same information as he does, to which makes Bo frown. Hale assures them that he will continue to do what he can for Dyson.
The 39th Division Precinct. Tamsin is sitting at her desk, a phone receiver against her ear. The expression on her face revealing the conversation she is having over the phone. "Yes I understand…You don't have to remind me that I'm Dark Fae, I know," she says, rolling her eyes. "Well it's my job isn't it…Yeah…I know…Fine…Anything else…Okay." She hangs up the phone. Tamsin sighs a deep sigh while rubbing the sides of her temples. Then she starts typing information in on the computer. She reads something, and then gets up, going over to the fax machine. Tamsin picks up a document and reads it, walking back over to her desk. When she moves the document from out of her line of sight, there stands Bo, leaning against the side of her desk. She is surprised to see Bo there, but being already privy to Dyson's circumstances makes her least surprised.
"Can I help you?" says Tamsin, remaining standing.
"I'm guessing you already know why I'm here then," says Bo, arms folded.
"Dyson, of course," says Tamsin. She sits down at her desk.
"Are you still his partner?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Because I don't have time for you switching sides, his life is at stake."
"And a Dark Fae is dead."
"He didn't do it."
"You sure about that?"
"Look I know Dyson, and I trust him which is more than I can say for anyone else."
"Then why are you here?"
"Because I care about Dyson, and I'll do anything to help save his life apparently."
Tamsin pauses. "You don't know what kind of position that puts me in."
"Can't you care about somebody else instead of yourself for once?"
Tamsin is about to say something when her phone rings. She answers it. "Tamsin," she says, in an irritated voice. "Alright, send her back."
Suddenly Lauren enters. "Bo," she says, with surprise. "I wasn't aware that you were going to be here."
Bo is looking way caught off guard, Tamsin notices. "I guess next time I'll put up a sign at the door."
Lauren shakes her head. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that."
"No, it's me. I'm sorry," says Bo.
"Yeah hate to interrupt whatever it is that you two obviously have going on, but I'm going to need the report on the files that The Morrigan sent over to you," says Tamsin, talking to Lauren, but looking at Bo.
Lauren, too embarrassed to see Bo's and Tamsin's glares at one another, complies. "Um yes of course." Lauren sticks a flash drive inside of Tamsin's computer. An image pulls up on the screen. "Analysis indicates that the bite marks on the victim are comparable to that of a canine, which is in line with Dyson's shape-shifting?"
"Well isn't it possible that another wolf did the job? I'm sure there are other types of shape-shifters out there that could have done it too. For all we know it could've been a dog with rabies," says Bo.
Lauren makes a small frown. "Bo, while you are correct in assuming the possibility of other shape-shifters, the only quick way to find out for sure is if Dyson comes in to get an impression made."
"You're not seriously suggesting that are you? We all know that if Dyson leaves The Dal he is as a good as gone," says Bo.
"Bo, it may not look like it to you because of mine and Dyson's history, but I'm here to help," says Lauren, genuinely.
"You must have a sick interpretation of helping then. In what world is handing Dyson over to the Dark helping?" says Bo.
Lauren sighs. "That's not what I meant Bo, believe me," she says. Bo rolls her eyes. Lauren clears her throat. "In any case, there are the animal hairs that were left on the victim. We're still waiting for the results. It is our hope that we'll obtain them in enough time, and that they aren't identical to Dyson's DNA."
"Well I would hope so," says Bo, smartly.
"Okay," says Lauren, retrieving the flash drive. "I should get back to the lab." She walks out.
"Problem?" says Tamsin, with a smirk.
"Nothing that you should be concerned about," retorts Bo.
"Yeah because that'll get my cooperation."
"Look, I'm sorry okay. I'm just a little emotional. Can we just focus on what I came here for?"
"And that would be what Bo? You never asked me anything."
"I'm going to level with you. I didn't want to come here. I mean it's hard talking to you after everything, but I need your help to save Dyson. And I know you're Dark Fae, but with Lauren waiting on results, and Hale not being able to do much because it would alert suspicion, you're the only one that's left Tamsin. Will you help?" asks Bo, sincerely.
Tamsin frowns though she is touched by Bo's honesty, helping Dyson would cause problems especially if The Morrigan found out. She has a gut feeling about the situation and decides to go with it.
"So Dyson, he must be really important for you to go through all this trouble for?" says Tamsin.
"Well yeah he is. That's what friends do for each other."
"So if a person risks their life for someone else, does that mean they care about them?"
"Well, yes. I know that if the situation were reversed that he'd do the same for me. Why the sudden questions?" asks Bo.
"No reason. I just think that it's very noble what you're doing Bo."
Bo smiles what seems a lifetime. "Are you sure you didn't mean to say that someone else thinks that?"
"I'm sure Bo," says Tamsin. She goes through papers on her desk, pulling one out. "Here's what I have on the witnesses," she says, handing it to Bo.
Bo reads over the information, but really using it to think about everything, about Tamsin.
Tamsin, who is typing on the computer, suddenly stops and smiles, then continues to type.