The day after yesterday, Bo and Kenzi are eating brunch. A knock on the door. Dyson enters. "Ladies," he says.
Okay who ordered take-out because I want a refund. I get the Una-Mens and smoke and mirrors, but you again. You don't even live here and you've overstayed your welcome. Like dang," says Kenzi.
"What you're not happy to see me?" he says, mockingly.
"You had me at bye before you said hello," says Kenzi.
"Good one. He gets a voucher as long as he plays nice," says Bo. "Any plans today other than checking on us?"
"Not really. I'm going to hit the gym later, if that counts," says Dyson.
"Don't you like live there and how?" says Kenzi. "I mean it's weird. Kind of like the attic. Are you squatting?"
Dyson ignores her.
"Is it possible that I can join you? I know I'm the fugitive and all, but I could use something to work off this well you know my asylum predicament," says Bo.
"Sure," says Dyson, immediately.
"He says expeditiously," says Kenzi.
"My place is a safe house," he adds.
"It's a gym, aren't they like open to the public, just saying. And wait is that supposed to be a bachelor's pad because if it is, wait never mind, it is. It's a little basic though and it has walls, but you are pretty simple. This is by no means complimentary. If we're in a crack shack, that must be a functional opioid crisis pension plan pad," says Kenzi.
"Alright lay off, Flowers in the Attic," he says.
"That can go a few ways, the movie, the attic, or the centerpiece on the table," says Kenzi.
"Okay guys, don't start," says Bo.
"I'm not starting anything, well just getting a head-start," says Kenzi. "Watch. I got feeling." Bo gives her a look. "Okay, that was a nice lie. It's repetitive, no psychic needed," says Kenzi.
"I get it Kenzi. Where is flower child at anyway? Shouldn't she be down here with you guys."
"She's grown and gone. And I repeat grown before you say anything else," says Kenzi.
"Does she remember anything?" he asks.
"I don't know. Didn't ask. You burned that question to embers," says Kenzi.
"Why are you so quiet?" asks Dyson.
"I'm just prepping. Didn't you hear something pull up?" asks Bo, really curious.
"I did. Dyson, do you need to go to the vet or something, not trying to be funny, but your senses is off dude," says Kenzi.
"Paying attention and my senses are two different things Kenzi. I can hear."
"When a back hand wants to meet a side-face," responds Kenzi.
Tamsin arrives home with quite a few bags as she has on a new outfit. A decorative, red-banded Marie-Antoinette watch, red and black jacket with matching high-top wedge Guiseppe sneakers, black skinny jeans, and a red top.
"Not that I don't know from the looks of it, but where have you been, and without me?" asks Kenzi.
"Out on my Ducati, shopping since you were asleep," replies Tamsin. She places the bags down. While Kenzi and Tamsin are talking, she takes her helmet off. Bo seems to witness it in slow motion. As Bo tries to shake it off her brain, she almost chokes from food in her mouth, to which the slow motion ends. No one notices.
"I'm sorry, but if anyone else don't ask I will, where are you getting the funds to make all of these purchases?" ponders Dyson. "And there's been several unsolved bank robberies in and out the vicinity."
"So what? Why you gotta think it's her huh? And don't talk, he's a cop," says Kenzi. "It's not her fault yall haven't found the genius kids or midgets from the news."
"This is very serious. The federal reserve was broken into and many gold bars are missing."
"Seriously barking up the wrong tree. You're here so much you would have noticed and aren't you a like a blood hound, or did it come back as Skunk-Apes. Sounds like yall need to do yall jobs because the only thing in here that's suspect is you. And I would like to have a gold bar."
"It's suspicious," says Dyson.
"Only because of who it is, you don't go around hassling Hale, not that he would, and what about you, perfect cover. And how'd you get the gym huh? Ciara, or banks? Because judging by your outerwear, which is isn't noteworthy you fit the description of thirsty and desperate."
"I…" says Tamsin, being cut off by Bo.
"What if she already had the money? Have you ever thought about that instead of trying to assume the worse," she says.
"Points for Bo. You forgot about your old peace partner already," says Kenzi.
Dyson looks irritated. "I don't buy it," he says.
"Well it's not for you to buy, you can't pull it off anyway," says Kenzi. "My cup overfloweth with points."
"I almost feel sorry for you. You gotta be counting down the days because at this point, you know what I just thought about it, it's not delusional, it's suicidal. If you or someone that you know are…" Kenzi being cut off.
"Kenzi," says Bo.
"I'm serious, alright already, I had a whole spiel, anyway just call your national suicide prevention hotline. There, it needs to be said. Now back to our regularly scheduled program. Snitches get stitches and wind up in ditches said a famous philosopher," says Kenzi.
"You're right I am a cop. Back to why I'm here," says Dyson.
"Wait back to backing that statement, you're not the only one like duuhhh," says Kenzi. "And another thing, I don't think that your idea is a good idea. Like keep it in park."
"Oh," says Bo. "I agree." She washes her plate and returns to her seat.
"Guys don't obstruct my job," says Dyson. "It's still a case."
"It's not even a real one. And isn't it solved yet dang. It was the cloud," says Kenzi.
Dyson ignores her. "Bo thinks she saw her at The Dal. But I was involved in the cliff. And you regardless of recollections were the last person to see Bo. So what happened to her when you last saw her? And who took her?"
"The cloud," says Kenzi, exhaustingly.
"No. She's old enough to answer questions without interruptions," says Dyson.
"Without a lawyer present?" says Kenzi.
Tamsin sighs an irritated one. "It's a new me, and I still don't know what you're talking about even though we've been over this ad nauseam. I'll remember things when and if I remember them, that's how it works. So please stop asking me what I remember if it doesn't change. Forcing it doesn't work."
"I think you're holding back," says Dyson.
"Dyson," says Bo, with a hint of warning.
"Flame on at this point," says Kenzi.
"You're right Dyson, I have been holding back. Meditation helps a little," says Tamsin.
"So you do remember?" says Dyson, folding his arms.
Tamsin folds her arms. "You are a Light Fae Wolf-Shifter."
"That's right," says Dyson.
"You were a mercenary and served under the King of Ailech. Now you're a homicide detective of the 39th Division Homicide Unit, who serves under The Ash."
"Okay and your point. I don't see how this has to do with remembering," says Dyson.
"It does see I am a Valkyrie, Dark Fae. I remember that I was a gatherer of death, warrior, mercenary, tracker among a slew of other titles, but lastly a cop, homicide detective on Fulton Road, 42nd Division."
"I still don't see your point," says Dyson.
"You have no authority to inquisition me. You are out of your jurisdiction. I do not report to you, I report to The Morrigan. And from this point on, I will not be dictated to by you!" says Tamsin, bass in her voice.
"I know that's right. I'm all for the last part," says Kenzi. Dyson is at a loss for words. "Finally cat got your tongue."
"So I guess that means the gym right?" says Bo.
Tamsin grabs her bags and takes them upstairs.
"Have to admit, I didn't see that coming though, but it's been a long time coming. You better go, I don't want to see a brisket standing in your place," says Kenzi, to Dyson. "You better lay low," sings Kenzi.
"Alright Kenzi. This does feel awkward though," says Bo.
"Feels like old times to me," says Kenzi. "And I talk when I eat, no biggie."
Tamsin returns. "I need to report to The Morrigan," she says.
"Wait what?" says Bo.
"Come again," says Kenzi. Both Kenzi and Bo try to stop her by voicing their concerns, ending with that Tamsin should wait until she fully matures first.
"I understand. But I'm not unaligned, and there are protocols," says Tamsin.
"We're just concerned," says Bo.
Kenzi nods her head in agreement. "I mean you're still a little wet behind the ears."
"Sorry, it's not up for debate. It's something I have to do," says Tamsin.
"That's a brilliant idea. Go tell all the secrets," says Dyson.
"Don't you serve The Ash, or do you still have one to serve. That is what you do right, servitude," says Tamsin, smartly. "Thanks for the concern, Kenzi and Bo." She looks over to Dyson. "But I think I can handle myself. I've had a lifetime of interrogations. But remember," she says, checking the time on her watch, "I should've worn the pocket watch, of wait now I'm old enough," she looks away from the watch and back to Dyson, "I can answer questions without interruptions," she says. "Again you'll be the last to know." Dyson is wearing a smug look on his face.
"Alrighty then, that's that. I'm going to go change so that we can go to the gym," says Bo.
"Foreboding. So that's it, I mean The Morrigan, not Dyson," says Kenzi.
"That's it. Look I remember. She's right. We just have to allow her to be her. I still want you to be safe and careful. Remember you never know who's watching," says Bo.
"That sounds familiar for some odd reason," says Tamsin.
"It should. Anyway, Dyson sit tight. Kenzi don't pick. And Tamsin…um I like your outfit. It matches your bike I assume."
"That's right," says Tamsin, whose demeanor returns to chipper. "How'd you know?"
"Because it's so you," says Bo. She walks off leaving everyone in pondering mode.
In the nearest future present. The boxing gym that looks like Jackson's gym, home of Dyson. Inside the boxing gym house, in sweats, Dyson and Bo are sparring with each other. "What's on your mind, you seem somewhere else?" asks Dyson.
"No, I'm here. But yeah my mind is everywhere, I mean could you blame me. I come back to a world turned every which a way. It's mysterious and and confusing and complicated. Did I mention frustrating. Let's not forget the ye old council targeting me," she says, trying to work off her steam that is frustration.
"You just have to stay on your P's and Q's until the dust settles that's all," says Dyson.
"Nothing's ever that easy," says Bo, she stops sparring. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" he says, looking around.
"I could have sworn I heard a weird sound," says Bo.
"It's an old building Bo, with old pipes, could have been anything. Now let's get back to it shall we. Let's go over to the bag."
A gargoyle statue is watching them from a distance. Dyson holds the bag in place while Bo does combinations on it. "I'm worried…about Lauren, I mean how do I know that she's safe?"
"Lauren's adaptable, and highly intelligent, you know she can take care of herself."
"I know, but I want to be sure, you know?"
"I know, but try to focus on what you do know," says Dyson.
"Yeah that's good advice. Finally coming from you."
"Well I have my moments."
"Moments, more like long and drawn out intermissions." Bo shakes her head. She's restless from no sleep.
"What's going on with you, you seem off?"
"Alright before you ruin this adventure, I'm just exhausted. Tired from lack of sleep. It has nothing to do with feeding, it's sleeping," explains Bo.
"And when it does?" he asks, anyway.
"Of course Dyson, you just can't help yourself. And I don't want to talk about it to you. And don't ask about you know who. You beat that horse down. I'm here to box. So you focus on the bag."
A few hours later. The Crack Shack. Bo returns from the gym, but can't get through the entrance. Kenzi had set up an item called the Ignis Rim that she got from Trick that's supposed to expel malicious Fae. Bo seems frustrated by it because it would seem she's the only one having a problem.
"Just a little help here," says Bo.
"My bad, I must have did the tada wrong or Trick gave me a boot-leg, or just maybe you're malicious."
"Oh ha ha," says Bo, flatly. Tamsin enters.
"I'm just joking with you," says Kenzi as she sweeps a portion of the Rim up and places it back down after Bo enters.
"I think it's faulty," says Tamsin. "Hello Bo."
"Oh hey," says Bo.
"Yeah that thing is getting on my nerves, oh hug," says Bo, hugging an unexpected Kenzi back. "It's just so many."
"I have to these days. If you leave, well I'm not going to go there," says Kenzi as she lets Bo go. "You just never know."
"How was boxing?" asks Tamsin.
"Oh, boxing. It was fine. A good way to channel energy, and let off some steam."
"Steam huh? Yeah how exactly was gym class, you're all sweaty?"
"Don't be Dyson. It was boxing. And well needed."
"If you say so. If anything the Ignis Rim should be blocking him out," says Tamsin. Bo does a small laugh.
"Oh Tam-Tam, you don't disappoint on the snark," says Kenzi, all smiles.
Bo looks as if she just had an epiphany. "You know what, it's like major world shut-down in here. We really need to get out."
"What about the grumpy old men, Dyson and Trick?" says Kenzi.
"That's the beauty of it, we'll just go to The Dal, it's the sanctuary, what can be more safer than that?" says Bo,
Kenzi raises her eyebrow. "Um didn't you get dark smoked out there?"
"That's a good point," says Bo, now realizing.
"Bad guys do have a tendency to go back to the scene of the crimes a lot," says Tamsin.
"Okay I get it guys, but we need to have some fun here. It's like Pleasantville when it was all black and white with no color. Plus free drinks," says Bo.
"You know I'm down, even if a black cloud shows up."
"This conversation is a black cloud. If a cloud of smoke took her, that means it can take her at any point, so I wouldn't worry too much," says Tamsin.
"Thanks I think," says Bo.
"Hey Tamsin, you want to come out with us or stay in and watch The X-Files?" asks Kenzi.
"Been there done that. The Dal doesn't seem that interesting either. And you're just going to get drunk," says Tamsin, to Kenzi.
"Well yeah, but there's other things like game nights and karaoke sometimes, music and pool, and food," says Kenzi.
"Hmm…I don't know," says Tamsin.
"Trick has a whole encyclopedia of encyclopedias."
"Really? I should check it out," says Tamsin.
"I knew that would get you moving. She loves to read," says Kenzi.
"Okay mama bear," says Bo.
"What?" replies Kenzi.
"I have to do something first, then I'll catch up with you two," says Tamsin.
"Sounds like a plan," says Kenzi. "And Bo-Bo throw away those sweats, they're making me itch from looking at them." A gargoyle statue is peering in the distance.
Some time later. The Morrigan's Office. The Morrigan is sitting at her desk in front of the façade memorial picture Vex had put up. She is going through some paperwork when she looks up and sees a sight for sore-eyes. "Tamsin, as I live and breathe. And look at you all off the runway chic and shit. Wow," she says, really astonished. "You look amazing. And to be amongst the walking dead," she takes a look at her portrait and then turns her focus back to Tamsin. "There is something very different about you this time. I mean judging from your attire, the hair, long, sleek and gorge. And your demeanor, a bit perky, yet and still stoic like. I mean it works. It is working."
"Speaking of work."
"Ah yes straight to the point. We can't forget that now can we? But first as you know, or don't, there are conditions that need to be met. Q and A's, etcetera etcetera. I assume that the door is locked."
"That would be correct."
"I guess some things never change then again some things do. What made you, I should say return here?"
"To acknowledge my presence."
"To whom?"
"The Morrigan."
"And how do you know who The Morrigan is?"
"Evony Fleurette Marquise, Leanan Sidhe Fae. Plus it says "The Morrigan," on the name plate on your desk."
"What? That is so tacky, and why didn't anyone inform me, it's redundant. You'll have to excuse me," she says as she takes away the name plate, placing it in her drawer. "Damn that Vex. Any who, do you know what you're supposed to be doing right now?"
"No, that's why I'm here."
"Oh yes, that's right." The Morrigan does a gentle clearing of her throat. "Reporting. You're supposed to report to me any and every news no matter how dull or detailed."
"Alright. Vex faked your death and locked you up to take your place."
"Who told you?"
"I have two ears. And I can see." Tamsin slants her head. "What happened to your eye, did Vex do that too?"
"How do you? Well…Is it that noticeable," questions The Morrigan. She takes out a compact mirror. "It's not like I'm wearing a patch, well not anymore."
"No, I just pay attention to details. And I remember your eyes. They're nice together. No one really can tell the difference except an optometrist I assume."
"Well Vex escaped before I could get my hands on, anyway about these details, and me. What do you remember about me?" she asks, really wanting to know.
"I remember you and your features."
"Oh really, go on."
"Well from my initial observation. You are a well-kept woman and a powerful seductress that demands attention. Some would say narcissist. You are a master manipulator, and super gas lighter. Catty, very resourceful, finds loopholes, have an eye for talent, superficial and very materialistic, you're independent and strong-willed, can be sassy, and very high maintenance, should I go on," says Tamsin.
"I'm loving the compliments, but back to business."
"You must have been overwhelmed with to-do lists. But you would have assistants take care of most things, not that I'm judging," says Tamsin.
"Well you're right. That's what assistants are for, and I had to hire them personally ugh. Oh well, all's well that ends well. You can continue."
"I have to report to whom the council chose as leader for the Dark Fae of the colony at the time. Meaning whichever colony that I awake in since the Blood King laws. You're their chosen leader here of the Dark Fae."
"Okay okay. It's like you bumped your head on something. But never mind that, this may be just too good to mess up. Why are you here?"
"I'm here to report for duty."
"Well is that all? What I meant to say is what is it that you remember about yourself?"
"I'm a Valkyrie and I'm Dark Fae. I worked at the 42nd Division as a homicide detective. I was transferred to the 39th Division. Other duties unknown. I request to be reinstated to the 42nd Division, resuming of job details, including special assignments and missions."
"That can be arranged. First duty, Vex of course, but tell me where have you been all this time?"
"Waiting to reach maturity," replies Tamsin.
"Oh don't tell me, with the Succubus," says The Morrigan, with a look of disgust.
"The Succubus, do you mean Bo Dennis? If so I live with Kenzi and her at their home."
"And I didn't even have to pull teeth, it's a Christmas miracle."
Tamsin looks confused. "That I spend most of my time with Kenzi."
"Oh the human pet? This is getting interesting."
"The human pet?" says Tamsin, with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh sorry, I meant the human, what's her face that you speak of. So how is the relationship going?"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh hit the wrong nail. More details to come I'm sure. So Tamsin you are a woman of honor and loyalty."
"I would like to think so."
"That means to the Dark Fae, and especially to me. The 39th Division, so much for that peace project. I'll see to it that you are relocated back to 42nd among your people. I hear there's even a promotion coming up."
"Same duties are fine. I don't want to feel like a store that people buy things from. I'm not for sale just to be clear."
"Ooh now that's the Tamsin I've been waiting for. Still needs some work, but it's there. And just so we're clear I wouldn't dare try to buy you off, how gauche is that? And you work for me. It's free darling."
"I work with you," clarifies Tamsin.
"Whatever you say. Now let me finish milking. The Succubus, what's her story?"
"Bo, the Succubus was missing, now confirmed off-world in another realm."
"Wait what the hell? Sorry continue."
"Everyone had forgotten about her, especially those closest to her. Her disappearance brought about many changes, one as you know Vex claiming titles."
"It all makes sense because that was too easy on my part. Shit brought about the Una Mens. This is serious. Good intel Tamsin. Don't be coy, I mean it."
Tamsin frowns. "Am I a spy or something?"
"No dear, of course not. You're a hunter. Hunters observe their prey. It's your method. Just be your typical self, and report. Easy right?"
"So what's my mission?"
"Your mission is what it's always been since you came here, but I switched it up when the Succubus came into town. Your memories will return no doubt, I don't understand why they haven't yet again. Anywho, you're already at the prime location. Your assignment is to keep an eye on the Suc…on Bo and friends as well as report anything suspicious, especially on the Light Fae. You also will do a favor for me. Like tracking people down and bringing them in."
"Let me guess, Vex."
Yes, The Una Mens are sucking me dry for his whereabouts due to his little ruse. Not that I blame them, I want him too. If you see him bring him to me. In the meantime your special assignment is I need you to collect some overdue debts and payments, and also provide personal security for me as needed."
"Acknowledged" says Tamsin.
"I'll inform you personally about the return to your original post at 42nd Division. I shouldn't have to tell you to lay low. Another duty, why don't you bring the Succubus and her pet, I mean Bo and Kenzi, we all need to have a civil chat. Plus I have a major surprise for them. And this week, the sooner the better, understood?"
"Affirmative."
"I know it's a new you, and I know you have many questions. I obviously have answers. Let's chit-chat, and I'll catch you right on up, about the Dark Fae of course, and you."
"Yeah, that would be helpful."
"I know right. Welcome back. We Dark Fae take care of our own. And that's what I'm going to do for you now that we have a fresh start." The Morrigan opens up a drawer and takes out a small box. She hands it to Tamsin.
"What is it?" asks Tamsin.
"What do you think it is? Open it."
Tamsin opens it and shakes her head. "I can't take this."
"Sure you can it's Cartier."
"I can see that."
"You can also see that it's a watch, meaning time. Don't waste it, especially mine. Oh but there's nothing wrong being fashionably late like me. Keep it, wear it, no isn't an option," says The Morrigan. Tamsin reluctantly takes it. "Now then we'll go over the other stuff later, but right now let's talk fashion. And yours. So Saint Laurent, and from head to toe. You know, I saw that piece while staring at the Eiffel Tower, and honey I am adoring that color on you…" says The Morrigan, continuing on.