The Morrigan's Office. Tamsin is in the office with The Morrigan discussing The Morrigan's latest failed plot to take down Bo. The Morrigan is sitting behind her desk, multitasking with the conversation and picking out jewelry from a jeweler.
"Next time you decide to rid the world of the Succubus, leave me out of the equation. I could have been killed," says Tamsin, leaning against the wall, arms folded.
"I'll take numbers 4, 7, 15, 22, um 31…43, and 50. Oh hell I'll take them all. A girl can never have too many diamonds. My assistant will take care of the rest. You can go now," says The Morrigan, fanning the jeweler away. He bows and leaves. The Morrigan continues her conversation with Tamsin. "Oh quit your whining, you're alive right?" she says, now looking over artist files. "And apparently back to your old ways," she says, with a raised eyebrow.
Tamsin does her usual look. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"
The Morrigan looks up at her. "I don't know Tamsin, you tell me? Old memories much?"
"I have all of my memories, so your point?" says Tamsin, smartly.
"And of the Succubus?"
Tamsin looks annoyed. "Why do you keep asking me about her?" she says, with a frown. "You're the one who placed me on the Dark Fae in a coma case. I'm just doing my job."
"Are you now?" says The Morrigan. She begins tapping her fingers against the desk. "You know, that kind of parasite should have relegated you to a premmie Fae like the others. You shouldn't have been able to have done what you did."
"And what is it that I did exactly? Because apparently I can't remember a damn thing about it no thanks to you."
The Morrigan looks at her with a confused curiosity then back at the files. "I know one of your slaughters when I see them Tamsin. It's the burning part that has me puzzled. Must have been the Succubitch's doing I suppose."
"Well I don't know anything about that. But I do know that maybe imminent death can cause people to do all kinds of shit. And you put me in that shit with no kind of warning. You say that we're on the same side, but it's shit like that says otherwise."
"What does it say Tamsin? Please entertain me now that you have my full attention," says The Morrigan, looking up at her.
"It says that you don't give a fuck about anyone but yourself."
"Where is the problem in that because I'm not following?" says The Morrigan, shaking her head. "Maybe during your year-long departure you may have forgotten a few things along the way. But you of all people should know by now that I'm a no holds barred kind of bitch. No need to be surprised darling."
Tamsin starts to look upset. "Let's get one thing straight Morrigan, I am not one of your disposable minions for hire."
"No need to get all touchy. If I didn't think that you couldn't handle situations that I put you in then I wouldn't have you in them in the first place sweetie. I just wish that you'd stop foiling my plans is much."
"I'm not. You do a good job of that all by yourself," says Tamsin, with a smirk.
"You're cute," says The Morrigan, with this whatever-bitch look in her eyes. She gets up from her desk and leans in front of it. "Look hun, I saw an opportunity and I took it. No harm no foul," she says. Tamsin rolls her eyes. "Oh come now Tamsin, don't be such a spoiled sport. Whatever happened to the mystery of the thrill?" says The Morrigan, in a chipper tone, crossing her arms.
"Thrill?" says Tamsin, standing up from against the wall. "Morrigan, keep at your mysteries that involve me and you'll be worrying about more than a pile of bacon if you get my drift."
"Oh Tamsin, how I've missed your threats. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside," says The Morrigan, with a quaint little smile and eyebrow flash. "So, where is the impotent one?"
"Skipped town. Not that I blame him. Would have killed him myself if he wasn't so damn pathetic."
"Now that's my girl." The Morrigan grabs a pen and squeezes it tightly. "And the Succubus is still consuming air," she says, with aggravation. "Why can't she just go away?!"
"Maybe if you allowed me to do my job you'd have her by now, instead of setting me back with your stupid ass schemes."
The Morrigan raises her eyebrow in contempt. "You just do your job Tamsin, and let me do mine. Is that alright with you dear?"
"Fine. We should have no problems then."
The assistant enters the office. "My apologies Madame Morrigan," she says, with a bow. "Your next appointment is here."
"Show him in," says The Morrigan, to the assistant. The assistant bows and leaves the room. The Morrigan goes to her desk and takes out a compact mirror, brushing at her hair, and reapplying lipstick. She looks over to Tamsin. "Well then darling I have work to do. And I believe you know the way out."
At the crack shack. Bo and Kenzi are sitting in the kitchen, talking about the parasite, The Morrigan, Vex, Lauren, and Tamsin. "I mean the balls of that lady. King Kong size to mess with us like that," says Kenzi, drinking some wine. "And talk about a ball buster, what's up with your other half anyway? You want some?" she asks, glancing at the wine bottle.
"Um no thanks," says Bo, shaking her head. "So who were we talking about again, Tamsin?"
"Um whoa, I knew it!" says Kenzi, almost spitting her drink out. "And as if you can hide shit from me…"
Bo interrupts. "I meant to say Lauren. It was just a minor slip, don't make such a big deal out of it."
"Minor slip my ass. And yeah, I was talking about the Doc."
"Well, she will be over later," says Bo, holding her hand against her head as if she has a major migraine. "It's just been...I don't know. And my head is all over the place."
Kenzi takes another swig of the wine, and then takes a bite out of a slice of pizza. "You know, pizza just don't taste the same after these current events," she says, tossing the slice back in the pizza box. "So what are you going to do about it?"
Bo gives her a confused look. "About what Kenzi?" she says. Kenzi gives her a you-know-what look. Bo sighs. "She didn't even know what she did, and I don't even remember anything before then myself."
"But she said that she remembered Bo," says Kenzi, with a shrug.
"No Kenzi, she said and I quote, I remem." Bo takes a slice of pizza and bites it. "And then she got needled." She frowns. "You're right about the pizza." She places it back in the box. "Perhaps lay off the sausage next time. Some of us are still traumatized."
Kenzi nods her head. "Duly noted." Then Kenzi looks like she has just realized something. "Hey, don't try to throw me off the subject with pig bits on pizza. And come on Bo, what else comes after remem anyway?"
"Remem…ora maybe?" says Bo, unsure of herself, shaking her head and shrugging.
"Bo what the hell?" says Kenzi, with a frown.
"I don't know. It's Spanish, I think."
Kenzi looks like she is thinking about something. "Wait doesn't that mean the same thi…" she says, being cut off.
"And and anyway, there's no telling what she remembered even if she was saying that. And it could have been what we all forgot when that parasite infected us for all we know."
"Or," says Kenzi, taking a sip. "It could have been about you two."
Bo stands up. "Kenzi please okay. Nothing's changed. And it's not going to. All you're doing, all all of this, all it's doing is confusing me." She starts to pace about the room.
Kenzi takes another bite of pizza much to her dissatisfaction of it. "That's not confusion babe. The heart wants what the heart wants."
Bo stops and faces Kenzi. "And my heart is with the person I want to be with. And that's settled," she says, with attitude.
"Oh no hunty," says Kenzi, snapping her fingers. "Don't be getting smart with me. I'm the momma bear in this relationship kiddo. And I'll have you know that nothing is settled until I get the last word. Capiche?"
Bo looks beyond stressed. She folds her arms and leans against a dilapidated wall. Then she lets out a wits-end sigh. "Fine Kenzi."
"Ah uh, I said that I get the last word," says Kenzi. She stands up. "Now okay. Here it is, you love Lauren, everyone can see that, but truth be told, you are very much still in love with Tamsin. There okay. No matter what you tell me or think you're telling yourself I know you Bo. Like they say, admitting is the first step and girl you knows you bes in some denial."
Bo shakes her head. "No Kenzi, you're wrong. I know how I feel. You know why I know?" she says, pointing her finger at Kenzi. "I know because I know," she says. Kenzi is looking so confused. "And I know because I'm the one who can feel, the only one who can feel what I feel for myself."
Kenzi blinks her eyes a few times like it's bringing her back to reality. "Dude you like almost lost me with that one. Had to press rewind, fast forward, pause and rewind again. Look Bo, I hear what you're saying. Trying that whole moving on strategy and all. But who are you trying to convince Bo, me or you?"
"You don't get it," says Bo, with arm gestures. "There is no convincing. I'm telling you how I feel and what I feel."
Kenzi raises her eyebrow in a yeah-right manner. "Oh so you're going to stand over there and lie to me huh? Is that how we do now?"
"What I'm saying Kenzi," says Bo, getting exhausted from the conversation. "Is that nothing has changed. I'm still with Lauren. And she is on her way over here, and that is where my mind is. Not fogged up in stupid fairytales," she says. There's a knock on the front door.
"Speaking of stories made up," says Kenzi, drinking the rest of her drink. Bo gives her a whatever look.
Lauren walks in. "Sorry, the door was opened. So Bo, Kenzi, how are you guys?" she asks.
"Good," says Bo, trying to muster a smile.
"Yeah, awesome. We were just talking about fairytales," says Kenzi.
"Oh, well that's different. Which ones?" asks Lauren, putting away her jacket. Bo does this oh-brother look.
"Well Doc, I'm so glad you asked," says Kenzi, a bit chipper, giving Bo a look. Bo shakes her head in a don't-even-do-it manner. Kenzi continues. "You know the one where two people are in love with each other, tragedy strikes, and a spell is cast on them so that they can't be together, and then they turn into enemies, then one of them goes off with another and is in some major denial about their feelings for the one before while the other one doesn't even know that…"
Bo interrupts. "Kenzi that's enough," she says, with a bit of bass in her voice.
"Hey, don't jump down my throat. She asked," says Kenzi, with a shrug.
"I'm not quite sure if I've heard of that one," says Lauren, looking confused, and rather oddly at the two of them.
"That's because Kenzi just made it up," says Bo, a bit irritated.
"Yeah okay," says Kenzi, pouring herself another glass, humming all the while. "So what's the plan for you gal pals?"
Lauren frowns a bit then answers. "Well Bo wanted to watch a movie so…" she says, being cut off.
"Oh the good o'l code for earplugs and a stiff drink," says Kenzi, nodding her head. "Momma always told me that ain't nothing open this late but legs," she says, taking a sip.
"Kenzi like what the hell, seriously?" says Bo, with a frown. Lauren appears rather shocked and embarrassed herself.
"Okay okay, I'm out of here. Just gonna grab these two bottles and head on out. You kids have a great time. By the way if you need to find me, I'll be at the bottom of the last bottle. Peace out home skillets," says Kenzi, grabbing two bottles of liquor and leaving.
Footsteps are coming from behind Bo, who is walking down a dark alley. The faster she walks the closer and louder the steps become. She suddenly turns around with daggers in each hand only to find nothing is there. She turns back around and the Dark Fae in the coma is standing in front of her. His mouth opens up so wide it consumes his entire body, turning him into some demonic figure. Bo screams from the sight of this, but no sound escapes her lips. She tries to back away, but her feet aren't moving. Bo looks down at her feet and they are being absorbed into some kind of tar pit. The more she struggles, the further she goes into it until it covers her up to her neck. Then the demonic figure opens its mouth and devours her. When she opens her eyes everything is dark. She hears the sound of chains and someone yelling in agony. She walks slowly toward the sound, and the surroundings become lighter, but red, blood red. Then she sees a dark figure balled up in a corner. Bo tries to get a closer look, but when she moves forward an invisible shield blocks her. A room is constructed simulating some kind of prison. It's dark gray, but the color changes to a deep red, scorching hot, burning the figure, who has no way to escape because the entire room seems to be an equivalent of an industrialized furnace. Bo can smell the stench of flesh burning, she covers her mouth, trying not to hurl. The figure's body becomes consumed by flames and then the flames extinguishes, leaving pieces of flesh clinging to a skeleton. Bo can feel the food coming up. She holds onto her mouth with both hands. Then the process is repeated to the figure much to the horror of Bo, who can only stand there and watch. She yells for it to stop but no sound comes out yet again. It goes black, and now Bo is in another room, but this time the figure is suspended in the air by several chains inside of its body. Then a hooded being comes in dragging its legs, holding this long whip-like living weapon that moves like a snake in the grass. The hooded being begins hitting the suspended figure with the weapon, ripping flesh from bone. Bo vomits, but it turns into maggots, roaches, and garden snakes. She jumps away from the sight. When Bo looks back up, she is now inside of a cell with bars, holding onto them as it burns her hands. She yells from the unbearable pain, no sound, and her hands are stuck to the bars like they were glued. Bo sees herself looking at herself in the cell, holding a ring of keys. She slants her head in confusion. Now Bo is back to looking inside of the cell with the set of keys. She looks down at her hand because she feels something wet, blood. "BO!" screams a mutilated figure with red eyes from the cell.
Bo wakes up in a fit of terror, sweat dripping from her body. She tosses the covers from off of her, looking at herself to make sure she is alright. Then she looks at her surroundings, seeing that she is in her bed with Lauren, who is looking back at her with major worry in her eyes. Bo is breathing heavily. "It's nothing, I'm fine. It was just um, I just need to get a glass of water." Bo's hands are shaking.
"Bo you're trembling," says Lauren, with a concerned frown. She tries to place her hand on Bo, but she instinctively jerks away. "It's me Bo. Okay," says Lauren, reassuringly. She rubs her hand across Bo's shoulder.
"I'm sorry. But I'm, I'm fine."
Lauren shakes her head. "No you're not Bo. You were screaming so loud it would have awakened the neighbors if you had any. And I'm quite concerned. Not because I'm a doctor, well mostly because I am a doctor, but I'm worried about you Bo. Please, allow me to help you."
"No, I mean it's okay." Bo pats Lauren's leg gently. "It's nothing to worry about. Everyone has dreams."
"Bo, dreams are one thing, but night terrors, they…" says Lauren, being cut off.
"Lauren," says Bo, shaking her head. "I just need to get some water." She gets up and leaves the room.
When Bo returns it is as if she is a different person, like the dream never happened. Lauren is giving her a strange look. "You look like you're feeling better," says Lauren.
"I am. It was just a dream Lauren," says Bo, getting back into bed. She kisses Lauren. At first it seemed innocent, but then the kisses continue and become more passionate.
"I can see where this is going. As if earlier wasn't enough," says Lauren, with her eyes closed, taking in the kisses.
"It's never enough," says Bo, pushing Lauren against the bed, lying on top of her.
That night, Bo and Lauren make love to each other, but Bo cannot seem to concentrate mentally with her, but she does so sexually, giving Lauren much more than she bargained for.
The next morning, it has become quite clear to Bo and Lauren that there may be some complications to their relationship after last night's steamy rendezvous. Bo goes into the bathroom weakened, falling against the sink. She goes over to one of her stashes by the mirror and grabs an energy bar. Meanwhile Lauren can barely get out of the bed, her body is in pain. They go about the day as usual, not telling the other of their issues.
Midday, Bo is frantically looking for chocolate around the crack shack, and Kenzi is trying to find a way to tell her about the rash she incurred from her trip to The Norn in getting Dyson's love back. But all Bo can think about is chocolate. Seeing that Bo is being relentless about the chocolate she then tells Bo that she has some in her purse which makes Bo all ears now.
"Okay Bo. You might not like what I'm about to tell you, but it is like trei importante. I mean this has been eating at me for awhile, and I mean literally. See…"
Bo interrupts. "Kenzi, is this about Tamsin again? No wait it's about Lauren. Yeah you don't like her okay, and yeah we're always hanging out with each other, I mean that's what couples do. They do things you know. Couples, they hang out, together, a lot," she says, like she has had way too many espressos.
"Okay wait a minute meine compadre."
Bo frowns. "What's with the foreign languages?"
Kenzi ignores her, continuing. "I'll have you know that Lauren and I are like this," she says, twisting two of her fingers together. "Well not like that, but you know what I mean. I may talk a lot of shit about yalls relationship because I keeps it real, but yeah during that whole close encounters of the parasitic and pork kind, a girl likes me some Doc now."
"Yeah well I'm happy to hear that you are finally giving her a chance because Lauren is a very likable, amiable, and sociable person," says Bo, looking very tired.
"Look who's gone back to school now," says Kenzi, jokingly. "And apparently the Doc is quite the expertable in the testing of the bed strings, get it?"
"Okay and eww Kenzi," says Bo, with a disturbed look.
Kenzi looks like she wants to gag. "You're right. Mayhaps that was even a little too muchable for me to sayable. Oh no, not the mental images. I rebuke thee," says Kenzi, forming her fingers into a cross.
Bo leans her head against her hand. "Okay whatever. And just so you know, the world doesn't revolve around sex."
"Um okay, Earth to Bo, E.T. phone home much?" Kenzi gives Bo a good look over. "And what the hell is going on with you anyway? You know I didn't want to say this because I thought it was maybe stress with the Tamsin mind-fuckage, or even from The Morrigan's bitchassness, but we've been Dark free today, no fights or anything. Well I just have to come out and say it, you look fu…"
Bo impatiently cuts her off. "Fine. I look fine. I feel fine. Everything's just fine. You got the chocolate or not?" she says, talking really fast.
"Dude, are you on something? I mean if it's crack, I know that things are rough, and that would explain a lot, but you could've told someone. We are homies," says Kenzi.
"Does it look like I'm on crack?" asks Bo, with this duh look. Kenzi does this you-could-have-fooled-me look. "Now do you have the chocolate?"
"You know it's behavior like that that's going to place you in rehab stat. And no Bo I don't have any chocolate," says Kenzi. Bo walks away frustrated from wasting her time. "But look, I really have to tell you something. I mean it is like life important shit you know."
"Can we just save it for later Kenzi? Since someone lied to me, now I have to go get some chocolate," says Bo, leaving with haste.
"But Bo," says Kenzi, but Bo is already gone. "Now what the hell am I going to do," she says, scratching at her arm. "Damn you Norn."
At the 39th Division. Tamsin enters after having had a quickie with a guy during one of her work breaks. She and Dyson have been working on a case where humans have been dying, trying to live out their childhood fantasies. Tamsin wants to conclude that they have been just coincidental suicides. But Dyson has smelled something Fae on all the victims. Tamsin makes a connection with the victims, all of which have been clients of the Better Way Clinic for Health and Wellness. She wants them to go in undercover, but Dyson didn't think it was a good idea after her most recent suicide prevention that ended up flatlined, so he decides that they should go another route and use someone else, Bo, much to the dismay of Tamsin.
At The Dal. Dyson meets Bo there, who has been downing coffee after coffee. Bo happily enlists herself, anything to take the edge off of her problems, but she had no idea that it would involve her being a Couples Therapist before she accepted the position. She is looking a little peckish to which Dyson notices. "Is something going on?" he asks.
"Going on? Like what? I'm perfectly fine, good even," says Bo, defensively.
"I was meaning that you're looking like you haven't been eating properly. Are you and Lauren alright?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but Lauren and I, our sex life is great, awesome, ergo the bomb."
"Okay Bo, I'm just talking as a friend."
"Well, I'm just trying to help as a friend. So tell me where I can find this place?"
At The Clinic. Bo is having a hard time hearing about relationships and sex lives since all it is doing is making her even hungrier. So she visits Lauren on one of her breaks to get an extra boost of energy. But Lauren tells her that she has a lot of work to do. Bo uses one of the phrases she learned from working as a therapist which stems Lauren the wrong way. They end up getting into an argument about the ethical situation that Bo has placed herself in without being qualified to do so. She pulls out tons of books for Bo to read the size of large Bibles. Then low-blows are really hit when Lauren mentions the fact that Bo didn't graduate from high school. Lauren realizes what she has said and tries to apologize, but Bo leaves upset.
Back at the clinic, Dr. Palmer is looking for one of his clients, who usually is on time except today. Bo ends up finding the client, better known as Captain Humongous, in the parking lot trying to lift a car. She stops him, giving him his inhaler. Another car is coming through the parking lot and Bo can barely stand from her being so weak. Captain Humongous jumps in front of the car and she hurriedly pushes him out of the way, getting hit instead by it. Bo gets up and tells the driver to leave then she sucks some chi from Captain Humongous. The receptionist Tabitha is around the corner watching. Bo confronts her, assuming she is the one pushing clients to commit suicide, but Tabitha swears it isn't her. When Bo threatens to call the Fae cops on her, she hits Bo in the side and escapes. Captain Humongous is on the ground going through some kind of shock, and Bo uses the little strength she does have to return chi back into him, passing out during the process.
Dyson and Tamsin were able to trace Bo using her cell phone. Now the three of them are talking amongst each other in the parking lot. "What's going on with you, you never let the perps get away like that," asks Dyson.
"Look, I'm fine, really. And I'm not too sure it's her Dyson," explains Bo, holding her side.
"One second Bo, I have to go and talk to one of the officers," says Dyson, excusing himself.
Tamsin is looking at her with a frown. "Just who the hell do you think you are?"
"Um excuse me?" says Bo, giving her a look now.
"You heard me. Does it ever occur to you to think before you act, and I mean ever?" says Tamsin, annoyed.
"Again what?" says Bo, shock and insult mixing in her head.
"You're not fucking immortal. While you're jumping around here like you're Superman, guess what he has a flaw, and it's called kryptonite, and lack of solar energy and shit. Use your head sometimes, damn," says Tamsin, upset, not really knowing why.
Bo is looking at her confused. "Well excuse me. I'm only saving lives."
"Yeah humans!" says Tamsin, with a harsh shrug of the shoulders. "You keep making dumbass decisions like that and you're gonna end up like them."
Bo frowns. "And what is that supposed to mean? Hurt? Isn't that what you want anyway?" she retorts. Tamsin rolls her eyes. "And is there something wrong with that? That I care, human or not? And I don't see you doing anything but sitting behind a badge."
"For your information, I don't fucking care…"
Bo interrupts. "Yeah no need to clarify, it shows trust me."
Tamsin seems even more annoyed. "Like I was saying, I don't give a shit who or what you care about. And I do more than just sit behind a badge, it's called a job, something that I don't see you with."
"Oh please. And I do have a job, it's called Bo's Private Investigations if you haven't heard of it. Or remember for that matter," says Bo, which makes Tamsin frown. "And it's called always there to save you alls asses when you're stuck on a case, to which apparently is pro bono."
"You mean Dyson's ass. Mine is perfectly fine, and I don't remember ever calling you for a favor as if I ever would," says Tamsin, smartly.
Dyson comes back over. "Bo, Tamsin, what's going on over here? We are on duty, and not alone," he warns.
"She started it," says Bo, folding her arms. Tamsin does her usual smirk.
"Just try to be professional, both of you," says Dyson. He walks back over and talks with another cop.
Bo and Tamsin are quiet now, both looking in every direction but each other. Tamsin sighs. "And I was talking about ending up dead to clarify, like your precious humans," says Tamsin, finishing her comment with an aggravated tone.
"Oh so now you care whether I live or die now?" says Bo, pressing her lips together with an attitude.
"Let's get one thing straight, I don't care one way or the other," says Tamsin, coldness in her tone.
Bo is saddened by this remark, but doesn't show it. "You know what, you're making things so easy for me."
Tamsin doesn't understand Bo's response. "You mean clear. And I'm still on your ass for the Dark Fae in a coma, remember that," she adds, a matter of factly.
Dyson returns. "Okay ladies, can we just focus on the case. Now Bo, what were you saying about Tabitha?"
"I was trying to say," says Bo, with a glare to Tamsin. She looks back over to Dyson. "That I don't think she is behind it."
"Why is that Bo?" asks Dyson, with a quizzical expression. "You said she ran away when you tried to question her."
"Yeah please tell us oh great and powerful Oz," says Tamsin, mockingly.
Bo looks like she wants to slap Tamsin. She looks back over to Dyson. "Because she's in therapy."
"Um Sherlock, ever heard of a relapse, she is a Suicide Fae? All we have to do is just find her, book her ass and the case will be closed. I got shit to do," says Tamsin, walking away.
"Man does she make it easy not to like her," says Bo, irritated. "I'm starting to think that something must have been wrong with me to even put up with stuff like that," she says, shaking her head, not even realizing what she has said.
The comment flies right over Dyson's head anyway. "That's just Tamsin being Tamsin, you know that. On the other hand I'm worried about you. You need to heal Bo."
"You don't have to tell me, that's next on the agenda."
Soon after Bo and Lauren are engaging in a bit of make-up sex where Lauren is constantly apologizing and Bo is just really trying to focus on the task at hand, trying to keep her mind off everything else. Afterwards, Lauren is checking out the charts from the victims while Bo is busy getting dressed. She groans a little in pain from not being completely healed. Lauren is going on about how she believes the Suicide Fae is innocent as well because it goes against their feeding signatures.
Back at the 39th Division. A still weakened Bo is in the middle of a discussion with Tamsin and Dyson requesting that they reopen the case. She and Tamsin are going back in forth with each other like alley cats fighting over territory all the while Dyson stands in the background, looking at the two. "Maybe if you just listen instead of talking you would understand the words coming out of my mouth," says Bo, leaning against the table.
"The only thing I'm hearing is bullshit," says Tamsin.
Bo frowns from the pain of her injury. "Look what you two need to do is reopen this case."
Tamsin places her hands on the table and leans against them. "So now you think you have a pair of balls and a badge to just waltz up in here and tell us how to do our jobs? I don't think so. What we need to do is find the damn Suicide Fae, lock her ass up, and leave it at that."
Bo sighs. "She is not doing this. There's more going on in the clinic that we don't know about."
"And what the hell, are you just going to stand there all day or what?" asks Tamsin, to Dyson. "Say something."
"Bo might have a point Tamsin," says Dyson, finally. "Maybe we should hear her out."
Tamsin stands up. "You would say that. If she said two plus four was ten you would agree," she says, shaking her head.
"I know Bo, usually when she has a hunch on something, it most likely turns out to be true," answers Dyson, quite calmly.
"Yeah," says Tamsin, nodding. "Your tail is so far up your ass you can't see whether you're coming or going dude."
"What was that?" says Dyson, standing firmly.
"I'm pretty sure I was speaking English, and that you speak it as well," says Tamsin, smartly.
Bo's eyes start glowing blue unbeknownst to her to which makes Dyson frown. "Look maybe Tabitha could be behind it who knows, but if she is, she probably has someone working with her," she says.
Tamsin notices her eyes as well. "What the hell is up with you?" she says, to Bo.
"What are you talking about?" says Bo, with an odd expression.
Dyson acts as if everything is normal, continuing the conversation. "Are you saying that there's another Fae involved there?" he asks.
"I'm saying there's something really sketchy about Dr. Palmer," responds Bo, eyes returning brown.
"Wow, is that all you have? Someone being sketchy? Yeah sounds like a real plan coming together, wait it doesn't," says Tamsin, folding her arms.
Bo sits up on the table in pain, trying to play it off. "Look you guys," she says, taking a moment to ignore it. "All I'm saying is that I found all these weird articles on his desk," says Bo. "Not to mention that the last patients that went off the edge, they were his. What if it's him? I'm thinking that someone needs to go undercover as a new patient of his. Then we will know if it's him or not."
"Fine. I'll go in. I'm pretty sure I can pull off this patient doctor crap thing," says Tamsin, with confidence.
"No offense, but I was thinking Dyson," says Bo.
"Why does it matter who goes in anyway?" asks Tamsin, shrugging her shoulders.
"Because Dyson can sniff Fae, can you?" says Bo, rather smartly.
"Well it couldn't hurt," answers Dyson, in a gentle voice.
"Um okay. What I can do is smell bullshit," says Tamsin, looking directly at Bo.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" asks Bo.
"I think you know what it means," says Tamsin.
"What is with you two? The constant bickering? It's a wonder how you ever got along in the first place," says Dyson. Bo gives him a shut-up look.
"What the hell are you talking about?" asks Tamsin, looking at him like a mental patient off his meds.
Dyson clears his throat. "What I meant to say is that you two are always going at each other instead of listening to one another."
"Gee thanks Dr. Phil, you always know how to put things into perspective," says Tamsin, with a smirk.
"I would like to think so," says Dyson.
"Yeah okay ass," says Tamsin, shaking her head. "And damn, it's you two that's the problem. I don't know what the hell you all had going on before, but if it takes fucking to get it out of your system then just do it."
Bo appears way caught off guard from the comment. "Um okay what the hell Tamsin?"
"Yeah, I'm with Bo on that one," says Dyson, with a frown.
"Of course you are. You two make me want to gag. Am I the only one seeing this? Just you're a dumbass," says Tamsin, to Dyson. She looks at Bo. "And you're too damn blind to see anything."
"Partner, I think you're over-reaching," says Dyson.
"Yeah whatever," says Tamsin, to Dyson. She looks back over to Bo. "And you're, you...shit my head." She closes her eyes and these dark images and flashes move about them, bits and pieces of things, fragments of a lost memory. Tamsin loses her balance a little. Bo looks concerned.
"Tamsin are you okay?" asks Dyson.
Tamsin frowns. "Yeah I'm fine, maybe too much contact with the two of you is becoming a pain. Let's just get this shit over with the clinic already."
"Just a second, I have to go speak with the Captain. Do you think you two can act civilized until I return?" asks Dyson. Bo gives him a look. "It should only take a moment."
"Fine," says Bo.
"Whatever," says Tamsin.
"Thank you," says Dyson. He leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
It's all quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. Bo is masking her pain, staring off into space while Tamsin is leaning against the wall, arms folded, looking at nothing in particular with an intensity in her eyes. Finally. "Damn, he's so fucking annoying," says Tamsin.
"Dyson?" asks Bo. Tamsin gives her a duh look. "Well yeah, sometimes. But he's a good guy."
"Oh please spare me. I have never seen a case so damn sad."
"What does that even mean?"
"If you don't know by now then explanations are beyond you. But no one can be that incredibly dense," says Tamsin, shaking her head. Bo frowns. "I think you know though but just don't want to know."
"I think what I know is that I don't know what the hell you are talking about. I mean can you be any more vague," says Bo, throwing up her arms.
"You will soon enough." A flash surfaces across Tamsin's mind. Then another comes through. "Dammit, what's wrong with me?" she says, to herself, now holding both sides of her head.
Bo looks at her with concern even though she should be worried about her current health. "Tamsin, what's going on?"
Then suddenly Tamsin appears normal, refolding her arms. "Nothing's wrong with me Ms. Immortality. You do know that I can see it right?"
"You can see what?" says Bo, with arm gestures.
"You know."
Bo sighs. "Really Tamsin? I don't have time for more of your cryptics," she says, barely standing.
"Not that I care, but you look like you could use a meal, and not just the two-piece from the KFC down the street."
"If this is going to turn into some kind of sick and twisted lecture save it, it's really not your style."
Tamsin looks a bit surprised. "You're damn right about that."
It's gets quiet again. But Bo grows curious. "Why do you care if I'm feeding or not anyway?"
"I don't," says Tamsin, without hesitation. She pauses and then shakes her head. "I don't even know why I even listened to Dyson and stayed in here in the first place." She pauses again. "Sometimes you make me so damn mad."
Bo gives her a what look. Now she gets upset. "Well welcome to my world. How the hell do you think I feel?" she says. Tamsin shrugs her shoulders. "Damn, why do you have to be such an asshole?" she says. Tamsin looks taken aback. "Yeah I said it. You don't have to like me Tamsin but we're working to accomplish the same things. Can't you just learn to get along?"
"Well maybe I would if you confess to the crime you committed. Then you would be gone, case closed, and all would be right with the world," says Tamsin, with a smirk.
"You are so fucked up," says Bo, nodding her head. Tamsin looks shocked and intrigued at the same time. "You are, and it's sad. It really is."
"Like you should talk. Obviously you have a death wish while you're over there still pretending. Just admit to sipping on the Dark Fae and I'll make sure you have a very speedy execution."
"Dammit Tamsin! I told you before that I didn't do it. The only crime I committed was ever loving such a jackass like you," says Bo, muffling the last part.
Tamsin frowns. "What did you just say?"
Bo shakes her head. "Nothing. I didn't say anything." Bo has grown over-frustrated. "I have to go," says Bo. She starts walking away.
"No, you're not going anywhere," says Tamsin. Bo faces her. Tamsin slants her head. "There's something...I don't know…sometimes I feel like…no," she says, shaking her head. Bo doesn't know what to think at this point. "I don't know why..." Tamsin grabs the sides of her temples. "I can't…and things are jumbled, the voice is the same…and I…I don't know…urges."
Bo is looking at Tamsin with concern. "I don't understand what you're saying, or trying to say."
Tamsin looks at her with a serious expression. "I feel…all this hatred…inside of me. And I don't know whether I want to…to punish you severely…torture you, or kill you."
Bo appears hurt but tries not to show it. "Well that's a hell of a thing to say to someone." Out of nowhere, Tamsin walks over to Bo and pushes her hard against the wall. Bo groans in pain. "What the hell are you doing?" Bo's eyes turn blue.
Tamsin places her hand over Bo's shirt above the spot where Bo is injured, and it starts to heal. Bo's eyes which are still blue glows brighter. Tamsin's eyes turn red but the black worlds are beginning to come through. Bo tries to look into them for understanding, but Tamsin looks away from her. Tamsin places her other hand against the wall, and her nails dig into it. The lights start to flicker inside of the precinct. One by one each officer's computers on their desk go out. Dyson knows something is wrong. He starts making his way back to the conference room, but is being prevented by other officers due to the things that are happening.
Back in the room, Bo can feel Tamsin's body temperature rise, becoming scorching hot. Tamsin places both of her hands against the wall. Bo stands in between them, but the heat from Tamsin's body is making her entire body blush red. Tamsin observes this with relish. Bo watches as Tamsin's skin turns a grayish black as she and Tamsin remain pinned up against the wall. Then Bo's eyes go from blue to red themselves. A chill so cold creeps throughout the precinct that many of the officers retreat outside for warmth.
"You should be afraid," says Dark Bo, voice echoing.
"NO," says Tamsin. "YOU SHOULD BE!"