Title:Lines of Inquiry
Fandom: Lost Girl
Disclaimer: The Lost Girl series is owned by Bo Series, Inc. I am only borrowing the characters and world of the show to do some storytelling for fun. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: A woman with a key to Lauren's past returns.
Note: Post Season 1 finale, "Blood Lines." (Spoilers for all of Season 1.)
"How can you be sure it wasn't Dark Fae?"
"Bo." The voice on the other end of the phone thundered lowly in its usual growl. "We have no reason to think that. Hale and I will check it out, but this looks like a routine kill. I've told you before: Humans do this all the time. They murder each other for no reason."
Bo looked at Kenzi, who was hunched over a bowl of Toastie Bun Buns chewing. The Fae woman sighed, exasperated. "All right. Well. Let me know if you find anything that might help us with the case. Thanks, Dyson." She clicked the End Call button on her phone and put it in her pocket. Kenzi looked up from her bowl of cereal and made a face.
"Is wolf-man still being the world's biggest A-hole? I mean, what the hell? Shouldn't he only get bitchy when there's a full moon or something?"
Bo smiled and walked over to hug her stubborn sidekick. It was hard to believe there was a time she had nearly rejected Kenzi's offer to be her number two. She wouldn't want to walk into any situation without the other woman now.
"I don't know, Kenz," she said, sighing again. "After I fought my mom, I thought things would be better between us. But it's like nothing's changed, even though we don't have any more secrets."
Kenzi looked disapprovingly at her breakfast, playing with her spoon. "Yeah. Well. If you ask me, D needs to tone down the melodrama and start acting like a fucking good guy again. Could he have beeen any more of a tool to us just now?" she asked, mimicking his heavy Canadian accent.
Bo's face relaxed into a half-smile, then tightened again as she shifted her focus back to the case. "It doesn't matter. What matters is he didn't have any information that might help us." Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she pieced together the events of the last twenty-four hours. "I just don't get it. A woman calls us to help her find her brother, the next day he turns up dead, and she doesn't want to know who killed him?"
"What is there to say, baby? Sometimes it's better not to know."
"Not when you're a private investigator- -"
"- -who currently does not have a client," Kenzi finished for her, pointing in Bo's direction for emphasis. "That's our cue to drop it and go sniffing for money in somebody else's pocket. Not. Our. Problem," she declared, dropping her spoon into her now-empty bowl with a clatter. She picked up the bowl and brought it over to the sink. "Meanwhile, look at me doing the dishes. I mean seriously. Who is your favorite roomie ever?"
Bo couldn't help but laugh as Kenzi saluted and twirled around the counter before plopping onto the couch nearby to switch on the TV. Bo took a deep breath.
Sometimes it was hard to remember that, of the two of them, Kenzi was the human. The younger woman always dealt with emotions with steady confidence, even though she wasn't the one with supernatural powers. When they found themselves in dangerous situations, Bo protected Kenzi, knowing she was physically vulnerable to the Fae thugs they faced. But when danger clouded Bo's heart, it was Kenzi who guarded Bo.
"So what's on the schedule for today?" Kenzi called from the couch, picking up one of the video game controllers from the coffee table. "Wanna save the world from robot hookers?"
"Can't," Bo answered, looking around for her black leather jacket. "I'm going to see Lauren at the lab." Her hands rose to her hips when she saw Kenzi raise an eyebrow toward the TV. Bo gave her a face. "I'm going for a check-up. It's not like that."
"Mmm hmm," Kenzi murmured, glancing at a decidedly uncertain-looking Bo. "Call it what you want, your supernatural sexiness, but I think Dr. Lauren is dying to give you a different kind of injection again, if you know what I mean. Ew." She rolled her eyes and went back to mashing buttons on the game controller.
"I don't know how she feels about me right now," Bo admitted aloud, looking past Kenzi to the couch where Lauren had kissed her for the first time. Memories from that day momentarily flooded her senses: the fabric of Lauren's shirt, the timidity of her hands, the taste of her mouth. Lauren had kissed her again a few days ago, before Bo went off to face her mother and prevent a war. But how would Lauren feel when she wasn't all souped-up on the adrenaline of that situation?
Before the meeting of the High Elders was bombed and Bo revealed that her mom was behind that plot, Lauren had asked Bo for a chance to explain herself. Was Lauren planning to let her down easy, or bring them closer with that talk? There was only one way to find out.
"I'll call you later, Kenz," the Fae said as she grabbed her jacket and headed toward the door.
"Okay. Good luck with the doc."