A/N: So I got this idea from Episode 3x09 of Lost Girl. That was probably the only good thing that came out of the 'Yawning', Bo and Lauren in Uniforms. Been playing around with the idea of what it would be like if Lauren and Bo were partners. As much as I love the Fae aspect of the show, this story is all human through and through. Anyway, first ever Fanfic and I hope y'all will enjoy it. Reviews of any kind are more than welcome.
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Chapter 1: New Partner?
Whiskey: Liquid gold within a glass. Burns like a bitch on the way down yet somehow manages to warm my insides. Swirling the contents around one last time I empty the glass in one quick gulp. Signaling the bartender for another.
"You know, I'm all for drinking till the sun comes up and my sexy ass is passed out on the couch, but this is just ridiculous Bo."
I groan inwardly.
"Kenzi, I love you and all, but we've had this conversation before. I'm fine and there's no need for you to go all 'Mother goose' on my ass every time you find me at the bar." I say rubbing my temples trying to rid my impending headache.
"Yeah, but almost every night? Really?" her eyebrow arches up quizzically. "Ever considered that maybe I'm concerned?"
Sighing, I finally turn to face her. Exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally, she can see just how much things have affected me.
"It hurts Kenzi. Why does it hurt so much?" holding back tears, I shake my head and try to rid him from my thoughts. "This is the only way I know how to block it out."
"Drinking till you black out? What happened to the Bo-bo that was all for fighting for what she believed in huh? The Bo who never took 'No' for an answer especially when it came to lurrrve, hmm?"
If I wasn't sitting more than an arms length from her, she would have grabbed me by the shoulders and given me a good shake. Fuck knows I need it.
"I'm tired of fighting Kenz. I'm just…tired." I sigh, letting out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
Staring down again at my untouched glass of whiskey, I watch as the ice begins to melt and dilute my drink. Grabbing the glass I quickly down the contents, grabbing my jacket I go to stand and make my way out when I stumble backwards again managing to stay standing only by a firm grip on my forearm steadying me.
"Than-" the word dies from my lips as I'm slightly taken aback by the eyes staring back at me with genuine concern.
"Are you alright?" she says slowly guiding me back to my stool.
"Uhm…yeah…uh, thanks," I say stupidly. Apparently brain function has all but failed me. Kenzi seems to notice this as she chuckles at me only to choke on her drink as she tries to hide it when I glare at her.
"Hmm…if my observation is correct, I'd say you've had a little too much to drink." The blonde says to me with a slightly amused look on her face.
"Yeah no shit Sherlock." Kenzi mumbles.
"Kenzi?!" I spit out.
"What? Just sayin'…" she says with a slight shrug as she takes a sip of her drink with a knowing grin on her face.
Blushing, I breathe out a quick 'Sorry'.
"She's right. Stating the obvious much?" the blonde says to me giving me a small lopsided grin. As I take in the site in front of me, I give her a once over. Donned in a brown leather jacket, white 'V-Neck' top, blue skinny jeans and brown high heeled boots with her blonde hair falling loosely into curls down her back, I can't help but think about how good she looks, especially in those jeans. Is it possible for a persons insides to melt? Because that's exactly what they're doing right now. Quickly recovering, I stretch out my hand,
"I'm Bo, and little miss thing here is Kenzi,' I say, nodding towards Kenzi who raises her glass to acknowledge the other woman.
"Lauren," the blonde says shaking my hand. Her hand is warm and her grip is firm. "Nice to meet you both."
"Likewise," I say. "Are you new around here? I don't recall seeing you here before." I ask. All thoughts about leaving gone out the window.
"Yes, I just moved here two days ago. Transferred here from Greenwich." Lauren says.
"Oh? What do you do?" I ask her.
Why am I even interested? I ask myself inwardly.
"I'm a-," her sentence is cut short by the ringing of a phone. Pulling a phone out from her back pocket she answers it giving me an apologetic look.
"Hello?"
Pause.
"WHAT?! What do you mean it's not working?"
Sigh.
"Fine. I'll be right over. Dammit Mike, I told you not to touch anything!" Quickly ending the call Lauren looks back at me ready to say something but I interrupt her.
"Go. Whatever it is, it sounded important." I say smiling at her.
"I'll ah…see you around…Bo." Lauren says to me. "Uhm…bye Kenzi."
"Yup," is Kenzi's intelligible reply as Lauren makes her way quickly out of the bar.
"Well, someone sure turned your head tonight didn't they?" Kenzi says to me as I turn to face her.
Putting on my jacket, I stand again. Slowly this time making sure the room isn't spinning before I take another step.
"Time to go home Kenz. I'm suddenly no longer in the mood to drink."
Downing the rest of her drink, the tiny woman jumps out of her seat landing perfectly on two high-heeled stiletto booted feet. Shaking my head in amusement, it never ceases to amaze me how much alcohol can be consumed in such a small body. Linking our arms, we make our way out of the bar. This walk home should give me a chance to sober up as well as make sense of what just transpired tonight.
Groaning I slowly turn over onto my stomach, opening my eyes and quickly closing them as the sun hits me directly in the face. I can't believe I forgot to close my curtains last night. Slowly opening one eye, I take a quick look at the clock on my bedside table.
"SHIT!" I yell, throwing off my bed sheets, I make a quick dash to my bathroom. Taking a quick shower and changing into my work clothes, I add on a pair of glasses to complete my look. The shower and walk last night may have worked a little, but this hangover wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon either.
'I can't believe I'm going to be late for work…again!" sighing, I take another quick glance towards my mirror.
'This is ALL your fault Dyson, if you hadn't screwed up, I never would have had to resort to this shit."
Making my way down to the kitchen, I spot Kenzi still in the spot I left her last night. Passed out on the couch. Typical Kenz. As I make my way into the kitchen, my phone rings.
"Dennis," I answer.
"Dennis?! Where the hell ARE you? You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago!" my boss yells at me through the phone.
"Sorry Chief, I'm on my way. I uh…slept in."
"Not good enough Dennis, your new partner arrived here half an hour ago. Get your ass to work! Now!"
Taking another quick glance at Kenzi, I make my way out of the door.
I'd forgotten I was assigned a new partner today. Chief gave me no details whatsoever. No name, age, gender or anything. To say that I was the hardest person to work with in my division was an understatement. Everyone knew that I had partner issues. This was my fourth partner in the last two years. They were always too slow or not good enough. I preferred working on my own. I was a detective. A damn good one at that. I hated the idea of having to rely on other people. If I wanted something done right, I wanted it done my way.
"Rough night Detective?" Jason, a rookie officer asks me as I make my way to the Chiefs office.
"You have no idea." I say.
Knocking on the door, I hear a muffled 'Come in' from the other side.
"Good afternoon Detective, nice of you to finally join us."
Patrick "Trick" McCorrigan a.k.a Chief, may be a hard ass, but he's secretly a big ol' softy on the inside.
As I entered the office, Trick was in the process of handing over a manila folder to someone sitting across from him. Quickly taking the folder from his outstretched arm, I stop dead in my tracks when that 'someone' finally turns around.
Holy shit!
"Sit." Chief says to me even though I'm standing there with my mouth slightly open and my eyes still glued to the woman in front of me.
"Dennis, this is your new partner. Detective Lauren Lewis."