FOX TALE
"Hey, Bo, it's Kenzi...again. Listen, Dyson could really use your help, B," Me too, she added privately, "So, call me back soon, okay?" Flipping the phone closed, the young human let out a long sigh. Bo's lack of communication was really starting to worry her. This had to be the hundreth (okay, eleventh) message she'd left the succubus and had yet to hear from her. Even when they weren't getting along, there was never this little contact. Not for the first time, Kenzi worried if her best friend's apparent disappearance and Dyson's sudden bout of crazy were connected. Shit, I hope not, she thought, glancing back into the infirmary. If they were, there was very little she could do about it and that pissed her off. Meanwhile, Dyson was taking to being tied up about as well as everyone expected. When he wasn't trying not to growl at the smallest thing, he was either growling or pulling against the restraints. He and Lauren had gotten into it once already over her taking a blood sample and Kenzi was getting tired of keeping the peace. It was all getting too surreal for her, considering the Dyson she was used to was usually quiet and stoic in the tall, dark avenger, sexy kind of way (minus when they were playing pool). "So, how's our boy?" Hale suddenly appeared behind her, offering a traveler's cup of coffee over her shoulder. The siren had arrived in the early morning hours bearing gifts of caffeine deliciousness. Kenzi's sleep-deprived, worry-filled brain had almost been tempted to kiss him on the spot. She'd eventually settled on giving him a huge hug instead. Opening the tab of her second cup, she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of the concotion within. The rich aroma was strong enough to give her a contact caffeine high. "Grumpy," she replied, taking a sip (the brew felt like an orgasm in her mouth. One day she would have to ask Hale where he gets the stuff), "Mmm, this is so good... He's already called me 'human' again, but mostly just growls and twitches a lot." "Yeah," Hale said, sounding unsurprised as he turned back towards her, "Well, Dyson's never been one for taking things lying down. Except for maybe Bo." "Ew," Kenzi grimaced at the mental image, almost spewing out the sweet nectar. Turning to glare at Hale she added, "Could you be less of a perv? No, wait," she held a hand up to stop his response, "Don't answer that." Hale grinned, turning back to look at his partner. Trick had called him early in the morning, filling him in on everything that had gone down the night before. When asked if he had noticed anything odd about Dyson's behavior during the day, he hadn't been able to think of anything except a couple times while they were at the pub. Dyson seemed to lose focus while they were playing pool (Hale had figured it was just him catching the whiff of a couple girls). Bo and he were on the fritz again and, in any case, Hale still had his butt handed to him. "So, what is it you need me to do?" he asked seriously, wondering if he missed something. "Watch him," Kenzi said, "I need to go home and change out of these clothes," Hale glanced over, suddenly noticing the girl was pretty much still wearing pajamas. They looked good on her, though he would never say so at this range for fear of getting hit, "And I don't want to leave him without a friend to stop him from doing something stupid. If that's possible." The siren smirked. There was still so much the short human had yet to learn about his partner, but every now and then her perceptions were almost Fae-like in quality. "Alright," he agreed, then added, unable to stop himself, "Course, if you'd rather save time and change her- ow!" He rubbed his arm, glaring down at her. Kenzi rolled her eyes in response, clearly not ashamed. For all his insinuation-based faults, she often found Hale the easiest of her Fae friends to talk to. Not that she didn't consider Bo her bestest-besty who she shared all (or some) of her secrets with; or that Trick didn't remind her of the grouchy (probably-too-powerful-for-anyone's-good), wit wielding uncle she wished she had. Not that Dyson wasn't the first person she (guiltly) thought off whenever she really wanted to feel safe (despite all the times she had the strong desire to occasionally kick his centuries-old-and-should-know-better butt whenever he hurt Bo and himself), but where she got the others Hale got her. Granted, he did have an annoying amount of side-kick hours logged in ahead of her so it probably wasn't fair. "I'll be back soon," she said, offering him her fist. "You better," he replied, offering her one of their more complicated handshakes, "Now shoo." Kenzi rolled her eyes again, turning and heading down the hall. Hale waited until she disappeared around the corner before turning back to the infirmary. Here we go," he said to no one in particular. Trick rubbed the bridge of his nose as he stared at another page of cramped Fae text. His normally cluttered looking library looked like a tornado had hit it, with books and scrolls haphazardly lying on any available surface. The problem was there were so many Fae who could prey on sleepers (probably because that was when humans were at their most defenseless) that it was almost impossible to narrow the list conclusively on the little information they had . On top of that, this particular Fae would have to be old or at least very powerful to get the drop on Dyson without leaving a trace. Letting out a sigh, the blood sage took another sip of his now cold tea. Whoever this mysterious Fae was at least they did know it appeared he could use his powers outside of the dreamworld since Dyson had been awake when he came to Bo and Kenzi's place. That alone was probably the most limiting characteristic they were aware of. Though, he thought, turning the page again, they could also be using a partner. Glancing down at the description in front of him, the bartender made a quick assessment and moved on to the next one. His eyes widened in surprise as he read the description "Oh, shit," he cursed, realizing his mistake. Ah, Mama feels much better, Kenzi thought, stepping out of the shower. Between the warm water and the coffee, she could feel her head clearing up fully. Once she got dressed, she had decided, her first order of business was to repeatedly call Bo's phone until the succubus finally answered and she could yell at her (nicely) for leaving. Then, she'd give Trick a call and see if he'd found a lead or needed help of some kind. If that didn't work, she'd sneak back to the infirmary and grudgingly allow Let's-Insult-the-Human Day to fully commence. Somewhere in there she'd probably take a shot or two of vodka also. She had just made it over to the pile of clothes on the floor, when her phone rang angrily on top of the footlock. Reaching for it, she didn't even bother checking the caller as she flipped it open. "Bo, where the-" she started, only to be interrupted by a male voice on the other side. "Kenz, it's Hale. We've got a problem." "Uh, is it a you just found out the shoe's you bought last week are on sale now kind of problem, or a you found someone's finger in your fries kind of problem?" she asked, feeling her stomach sink, "Cause I'm partial to the sale one honestly." "Dyson's missing."
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