FAMILY MATTERS
Based on the TV Show "Lost Girl"

A.N. Hello, my freaky darlings! Hope you enjoy this newest chapter and a special thanks to Owelpost for being an amazing beta reader!


"So, what exactly is our game plan here?" asked Kenzi, as the pair stood at the front steps of the city's art museum, "We do have a game-plan, right?"

"Succubusing the guards mostly," Bo replied, studying the building, "Maybe some of the staff, too. I figured if someone does know something, they'll be more willing to talk to me than Dyson."

"Gotcha," replied Kenzi, throwing an arm over her besty's shoulder as the two made their way up the stairs, "Well, while you and your irresistible honey pot are playing dirty cop, good kisser; I'll see if I can't find one or two ways to sneak around the place."

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be enjoying this more than I will?" Bo asked, nudging her gently with a bemused grin. If Kenzi had been anything but human, the succubus was almost certain the girl would be literally jumping out of her skin.

"Forty year old men versus young, sturdy security systems?" the human joked, raising her eyebrows suggestively as she went through the door Bo held open for her, "No contest."

Bo laughed. Shaking her head at her roommate's antics, she moved to follow her inside when the queer sensation of being under watchful eyes prickled against the back of her neck. Startled, Bo glanced over her shoulder, scanning the street below for a source. To her surprise no one in particular stood out despite the foot traffic.

"Everything okay, BoBo?" Kenzi poked her head out the door when she realized her friend was no longer behind her. Bo turned to her, startled, an odd look glittering in her eyes. Before Kenzi could worry, however, the succubus shook her head and with it whatever seemed to be bothering her.

"Yeah, sorry," Bo replied apologetically, offering the human a small smile, "I just had a weird feeling all of sudden."

"A we're-gonna-solve-this-in-ten-minutes kind of a feeling or more of a we're-walking-to-our-mummy-infested-doom kind of feeling?"

"Nothing like that." Bo explained, snorting. She continued, sounding almost puzzled, "It felt more like somebody was watching me."

She looked over her shoulder again but, with the exception of cars going by, nothing seemed different or out of place. The prickling sensation had also vanished without so much as an explanation for its sudden appearance. Turning back to Kenzi, Bo shrugged and followed her inside deciding to worry about the feeling later. As was becoming a disturbingly common trend in her life, if anyone was following her they would reveal themselves eventually.


Once inside, the pair headed to the third floor of the museum. An online search on the exhibits had revealed an interesting fact neither Dyson nor Hale had mentioned to Bo when offering her the case. While the murder had taken place in the medieval weapons room, the stolen bracelet was lifted from a new exhibition being held two floors up. The discovery, Bo realized, when Kenzi showed her the same picture of the jewelry on the exhibition's web page, put an extra complication on the case. If the thief was human, it was possible the two crimes had been committed independently of each other. If the thief was Fae, though, it meant he or she had gone out of their way to kill the security guard. In either case, their job had been made harder in one fell swoop.

"I think I'll start with him," Bo said quietly to Kenzi, as they entered the first of the exhibition's three large galleries. Her eyes were on a good looking man, in a clean cut but bland suit, standing resolutely in the archway to the left. Kenzi followed her line of sight and nodded appreciatively.

"Ooh, good choice. Go get'em, Tiger," she replied enthusiastically, lightly slapping Bo on the shoulder, "And if you need me, I'll be making my way to the weapons."

"Right," Bo responded, not really paying attention. Her Hunger had already begun to blossom to the surface, earning her a couple leers from a few of the gallery's residents. A natural slink fell into her step as she prowled towards the guard. Seeming to sense her presence, the man turned in her direction, eyes widening unconsciously as he spotted her.

"Hi," Bo greeted cheerfully, stopping beside him and flashing her million dollar grin.

The man cleared his throat, obviously startled, and quickly choked out a soft, nervous, "Ma'am?"

"Listen," she said, pulling a museum map out of her back pocket, "I'm a little lost, do you think you could help me?"

Leaning forward flirtatiously, she took ahold of his arm with her other hand so her finger tips just brushed against his wrists. He inhaled sharply as her chi made contact; the energy rippling smoothly across his skin. She steadied him as he wavered slightly.

"Wh-what is it you need?" he mumbled shyly.

"Well," Bo replied, holding the map up as if she were asking him for a location on it, "actually, I was wondering if you could tell me what you know about the murder a couple nights ago?"

"The…the murder?" he looked around apprehensively, "I don't think I'm allowed to…"

"Oh come on," she insisted, putting a little more oomph behind her zing, "it'll be our little secret. I just want to know if there was something about it that didn't end up in the press. If anyone had a reason to kill the guard?"

His breathing noticeably increased as she pressed but, still, he resisted. A pair of older women passed by them, the eldest of them frowning disapprovingly at Bo.

"I can't," he replied, as they passed, "The director…."

Bo was about to ask just what the director had said when the feeling of being watched hit her again. Head snapping to look behind her, she zeroed in on a man standing at the exhibit's entrance. Leaning in the marbled entry way, he seemed to be observing the pair of them with a bemused sort of interest.

Releasing her hold on the guard, Bo turned to face him, torn between puzzlement and intrigue. As their eyes met, he straightened and offered her a knowing smile. With a small, mocking wave, he backed away and vanished just out of sight.

"Crap," she muttered, taking off after him. Skidding to a stop at the exhibit's entrance, she glanced first to her left and then her right. Spotting him on her right, making his way down the longer end of the hall, she quickly turned and broke into a half-run to catch up to him.

The man appeared not to notice, much less care that the woman he'd been observing was following at his heels. Casually, he reached the end of the hall and entered the stairwell. Catching the door just before it closed, Bo followed closely behind him. Glancing over the landing, she saw the man had, in the space of a couple seconds, descended two flights and was making his way towards the basement of the museum. What is this guy, Fae or something? she thought, breaking into a full out sprint.

"Hey!" she called out, glancing over the side again, "Stop!"

The Fae man (if that was what he was) glanced up and offered her another irritating smile. Turning, he continued at his original pace down the steps. Despite the fact he was clearly playing with her, Bo raced down the steps (past the restricted access sign) after him, trying to make up the distance before he sped off again. As before, she just caught the door at the bottom of the stairwell as it was closing. Exercising a little more caution this time, Bo quietly sidestepped around it and into the museum's storage area.

A temperature controlled maze of shelves, cabinets, and statues greeted her. Looking around, Bo felt the sinking sensation of falling into a trap. The sensation became more pronounced as the door clicked closed behind her. Whirling around, she grabbed the handle only to find it locked.

"Great. That's just great," she muttered to herself as she turned back around, "Forward it is then."

Making her way down the seamlessly endless rows, she saw no sign of the man. The dry air of the room was doing nothing to help the tension as she felt its stifling presence assist her encroaching headache. Finally reaching a wall, she turned left: spotting the bottom edges of what might have been the museum's large front windows.

A small creak sounded as she stepped forward, causing her to pause. Listening carefully, she heard someone shuffling about halfway down the corridor. Pressing up against the shelving, she slowly crept towards the source of the sound. As she came to the edge of a small alcove, she paused once more and waited. A few seconds later figure stepped out from the space, their attention turned from her. Bo struck.

Grabbing hold the person's shoulders, she threw them face first against the wall. A feminine grunt sounded as they made contact with it; but before the person could react Bo grabbed her again, flipping the figure to face her, and pressed her right arm against her throat. She reached up to touch the woman's face and render her submission, when she saw who the figure was.

"Kira?" she exclaimed, her grip tightening unconsciously.

"Hey, Bo," the shifter gasped, reaching up to grip the succubus' wrist, "long time no see."

Bo felt her jaw drop open in shock. Realizing she was choking the girl, she yanked her arm away, backing up a couple steps. Kira let out a gasping cough, bending over as she rubbed her throat gingerly.

"Quite…a….grip…you….got there," she mumbled, glancing up at Bo as she let out a couple more haggard coughs. Bo, for her part, continued to stare at her, a small flicker of anger suddenly igniting and growing in her chest.

"Kira, what the…what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, when the shifter finally stood up. Kira looked at her in surprise for an instant before her face fell into a guilty expression.

"Um, would you believe I'm lost?" she asked hopefully.

Bo crossed her arms in annoyance and took a step towards her, replying simply, "No."

"Right," muttered Kira, now clearly ashamed, "Well, you see I…Bo, look out!"

A low whistle sounded to Bo's right as Kira lunged. Grabbing the succubus by her jacket, the shifter pushed her backward; but not before a sharp sting crossed along Bo's back. Hissing, Bo found herself shoved against the wall of shelving in the back of the alcove.

"Ow," she groaned, opening her eyes as she felt Kira press against her, "You mind getting off of me?"

The shifter blinked, looking down at her in surprise for a second. Once again, Bo found herself struck by how similar her eyes were to Dyson. Without really thinking about it, she leaned towards Kira. The movement seemed to startle the shifter back into action.

"Woah! Yeah, sorry," she exclaimed, jumping away from Bo and warily backing up a couple steps. She inhaled sharply and added, "You're bleeding."

Remembering the sting before Kira's attack, the same area twinged once more along her back. Craning to see what had happened; Bo saw the edge of shallow scratch beneath a tear in her jacket. Reaching over, she brushed the injury lightly, flinching as it stung. Looking back up at Kira, her eyes widened as she saw the young woman had turned from her to look at a large, silver arrow embedded in the cabinet in front of the alcove, wobbling across the entrance.

"You want to know what I'm doing here?" asked Kira as the two women stared at the weapon, "Offhand, I'd say I was saving your life."

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