This is my first published fic, so please be gentle. This is an idea I had floating around in my brain cause I like the Lauren/Dyson friendship and wanted to portray the friendship being in place since Lauren's servitude with the Fae.

Don't own the the characters. They're the property of the talented people at Showcase and Prodigy.

Dyson and Hale walked over to the crime scene which was an elevator on the parking garage level of a hotel. As both detectives walked closer to the body the responding officer calls out, "Well you can't say he didn't die happy. Vic's got a smile on his face wider than the cat that got the canary."

Both men gave the officer a deadpanned look, so he nervously lifted up the crime scene tape allowing them access to the scene. Dyson knelt down and gave a subtle sniff of the victim's body. While Hale observed the victim's unusual smile, "This definitely screams Fae."

Dyson using his keen eyesight was able to spot a brown hair on the victim's sports coat. He held out his hand for Hale to give him the evidence bag and a pair of tweezers. After extracting the hair from the victim's body he stood up and looked around the area looking for a surveillance camera that would help them out. He spotted one a few yards to the right of the elevator. He pointed to it and said, "Let's go over to security and see if that caught anything. And let's send a picture to the doctor and see if she can help us figure out what kind of Fae we're dealing with."

Hale let out a laugh, "Are you ready to deal with Lauren after she bruised your wolf pride at the Dal last night?"

Dyson grinned as Hale took a picture of the victim's smiling face then texting it to the doctor at the Light Fae compound. He said, "Sure she's a good pool player. It's all about angles and geometry and Lauren's brilliant like that, so I should have known better. But I've challenged her to a darts match tonight. She wears contacts, so her vision can't beat a wolf's impeccable vision."

After giving a call to have the victim's body transported back to the Light Fae compound the two detectives were walking back to their car when Hale received a response text from Lauren that read, "Looks like a succubus kill, but I'll have to examine the body further. I'm not aware of any succubae in the area. Also tell Dyson first round is on him." Hale chuckled then announced, "Yo D! You're buying the first round."

Dyson shook his head and let out a deep chuckle, "Well good thing we're going to the Dal."

A Few Hours Later…..

"Taking a look at the body it seems like he suffered a cardiac episode caused by elevated levels of the following neurotransmitters: adrenaline, serotonin, and dopamine. So Hale's deduction of him dying happy is a hundred percent accurate, but he died in a highly aroused state." Lauren stated as she threw the dart and it sailed perfectly into the bull's eye. The doctor heard Dyson let out a chuckle.

As Lauren turned and looked at him he was trying to casually rub his beard, but he looked surprised because she was beating him at another bar game. He pushed off the wall he was leaning against and said, "And in your professional opinion you are saying…."

Lauren picked up her beer and took a healthy drink from it then said, "I am saying that we have a killer succubus on our hands Dyson."

Dyson chuckled and said, "Alright doc calm down. Also how are you so good at darts? You wear contacts."

Lauren walked over to Dyson and leaned in closer to him and teased, "Now Dyson have you been gazing lovingly into my eyes again?"

Dyson smirked and drunk some of his beer before responding, "No doctor I've just seen you with your glasses on before."

Lauren and Dyson were sharing a laugh when Trick, the way-station's barkeep, came over with two fresh mugs of his best ale. He looked between the two of them and asked, "Do I even dare ask what you two find funny?"

Lauren finished the last of her first beer and said, "Dyson has a crush on me Trick. So it is a bit laughable considering he isn't my type."

Dyson was getting the darts from the board, but he turned around to look at her to feign his hurt, "Ouch doctor. I thought you were supposed to fix pain not inflict it."

Lauren raised her eyebrow playfully and smiled, "Well there are some cases where inflicting pain does fix it. Eventually."

Dyson handed her the three red tipped darts, "Also I didn't know you had a type. In the five years that I've known you, you seem to be almost celibate."

"But celibacy has it perks…," She threw the three darts all at once and they all landed on the bull's eye. "Gives me time to work on my many different skills. Gentlemen I have to go into the lab early tomorrow, so I have to say goodnight."

As she walked off and headed for the exit Trick smiled almost proudly at the human's behaviour and said, "I didn't know Lauren could be so interesting."

Dyson grinned at his friend's retreating form and points out, "Clearly you don't spend enough time around her Trick. Oh hey what do you know about succubae? We got called in tonight and found a guy killed by one. And according to Dr. Showoff there aren't any in the area."

Trick sighed and said, "Come with me to my office Dyson there is much we need to discuss."