Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight. But here I am again caught up in the Moonlight magic.

I am back with a follow up to my last story. I could not leave the business with Savannah and Tyson unfinished. So pack your bags, we are headed for New Orleans. Thank you for reading.

Cajun Consequences

Chapter 1

Even at eleven PM the August night was sweltering but the air conditioning was keeping the New Orleans' airport comfortable as Tyson Leggett waited inside. He was there to collect the passengers from the private jet that had just arrived. It was Granny's request that he meet the two attendees to her print media conference that she had set up. Now Tyson ran his hand through his dark blonde hair and turned from the windows where he had watched the Lear jet roll to a stop.

He smiled as his sensitive hearing picked up the laughter of the two women before he caught their scent. Moments later they appeared at the top of the ramp. Squeals of delight erupted from the two, one pale blonde and the other a golden blonde, when they saw who was waiting. Rayna Kostan and Beth St. John rushed to him and quickly smothered him in hugs and kisses of greeting. Laughing, Tyson gently disengaged from them and held up his hands in surrender.

"Ladies please, it's a good thing that Savannah doesn't have a vampire sense of smell or I would be in major trouble."

"Savannah would know this is harmless," Beth assured him sweetly.

"Well I would rather not test that theory," he grinned, happy to see the two women. "Just as I'm glad that Mick and Josef did not witness this greeting. When do you expect them to arrive?"

"We're just happy to see you Tyson," Rayna laughed lightly. "They'll be here in a couple days. Josef is closing a big deal and Mick was wrapping up a surveillance case." She hooked an arm through his. "Let's collect the luggage; I can't wait to get out to the house."

"All right sugar," Tyson agreed and offered the other arm to Beth.

*o*o*

"Rayna, I've been thinking," Beth said as she settled in the back seat of Tyson's vintage Mustang. He had pulled out of the airport parking lot and headed toward the house on the edge of town. "I think you should have a name for the house like the old southern plantations had."

"I will think on that," Rayna said from beside Tyson. "Josef would love it." She sighed as she gazed at the city lights. "I love it here. We need to come more often."

"Granny and Anthony would be thrilled," Tyson acknowledged.

"Tyson, that reminds me….I have a question," Rayna said suddenly.

"What?"

"Two months ago Anthony was supposed to come to LA but cancelled at the last moment. When I talked to him he was evasive and I did not like how he sounded. What was going on?" she asked in concern.

Tyson shifted uncomfortably behind the wheel and tried to concentrate on the traffic on the road. He was not surprised by the question but had hoped that Rayna would not bring it up.

"He's fine Rayna," he answered.

"Don't lie to me," she growled.

"Hey cherie, remember that Anthony is only human and he is aging," Tyson hedged. He glanced over at her and saw he was only upsetting her more. Even Beth had leaned forward to listen. Silently he cursed himself for making Rayna feel worse.

"Don't make me hurt you Leggett," Rayna snapped. "What is wrong with Anthony?"

"I'm driving here Ray," he protested and then sighed. "Okay, but he'll stake me for telling. Anthony had a rather painful experience with some kidney stones. He was in a lot of pain but they have passed and it was not life threatening. Anthony did not want to worry you and asked all of us not to say anything. Don't tell him I told you and remember Rayna, you cannot spare him from human ailments," Tyson gently reminded her.

"I know," she said in a small voice as she sank back in her seat. The thought of Anthony getting older and possibly dying clutched at her heart. It was a sad fact of their immortal lives but Anthony was special to her. "Why couldn't he just tell me?"

"He was embarrassed by the pain he was in. And he was aware of the big photo shoot you had for the magazine and he didn't want you to rush here and fuss over him," Tyson informed her. A sly grin crossed his face. "And he did have a very loving and dedicated nurse right here."

Rayna's eyes lit up.

"He did, did he?"

"Oh yes, and do not repeat that within Charity's hearing. They are growing closer but she does not like feeling like we are shoving them together. She wants him to make the moves on his own," he warned. "My Charity has a lot of pride."

"I think it is wonderful," Rayna murmured happily.

"I have never thought about how difficult it is to watch them age," Beth said thoughtfully. "I've only known Anthony for five years so he hasn't changed much in my eyes. It will be so sad to see him finally die. How do I deal with that?" she asked painfully.

"By knowing that it is Anthony's choice and we have no right to try and make him change it," Rayna said in a very subdued voice. "We have to accept the natural order of things even when it hurts us. Humans do age and eventually they die."

"Sometimes they just don't trust themselves to make the right choice," Tyson muttered under his breath.

"Savannah will come around," Beth said sympathetically. "She is afraid of herself, not the turning. She loves you Tyson."

"I know that Beth and believe me, I'm trying to be patient. I have time to wait but her job is not the safest in this city. She got shot in the arm apprehending a homicidal idiot one month after your commitment. The guy killed his wife and was looking to take out some others when Savannah stopped him. It was only a flesh wound but if his aim had been better…" Tyson let his statement trail off.

"You still can't force her. Think of what that did to Mick," Beth cautioned.

"I would never…." He swore vehemently.

"We know that Tyson," Rayna soothed, laying one hand on his arm. "And Savannah knows it too or she would have run from you long ago. She has more desire to be with you than even she realizes."

"I hope so," Tyson sighed and fell silent. The women left him alone with his thoughts, knowing this was something only Savannah could settle for him. They hoped she would listen to her heart and chose to be with him.

Beth wanted to find her friend and shake some sense into her but knew that she could not do that. If she had learned anything from Mick, it was that love would win in the end and the decision to be turned should never be forced. It often crossed her mind that things might have been very different if Coraline had handled Mick's turning with love and had wooed him into wanting the vampire life. It might have resulted in Mick and Coraline committing to a forever together and Beth's life would have taken another course. But as always, Beth was thankful that Mick's ex was a selfish manipulator who drove her husband away and had brought her and Mick together. Some things were meant to play out a certain way and Beth was grateful that this had ended the way it had.

When they arrived at the Kostan house, Juanita greeted them warmly and took charge of their comfort. She was thrilled to have someone to fuss over and after arranging for the luggage to be taken upstairs she showed them to the front parlor. Then she hurried off to get them some refreshments.

"I will have to tell Josef to give that woman a raise," Rayna stated as she relaxed in a chair. "She is a gem. Look how wonderful the house looks. I have missed this place."

"I wonder if Mick would like to find a place down here." Beth mused from her seat.

"But Beth, you are always welcome here," Rayna said, hurt creeping into her voice.

"Oh I know that Rayna," Beth said quickly trying to repair Rayna's hurt feelings. "And we love staying with you and Josef when we come here. But if we ever need to relocate, maybe we would chose to come to New Orleans and then we would have to have a place of our own. You and Josef would tire of us being underfoot very quickly," she explained in a rush.

"Oh," Rayna said smiling at the thought. "It would be fun to move here." She looked at Tyson. "Have you ever lived anywhere else Tyson?"

"Not live in New Orleans?" Tyson drawled. "Heaven forbid. But I have lived for a time in Baton Rouge and in the outlying parishes around here. I can't go too far from the city, it is in my blood. I don't think that I could exist anywhere else."

"Much like Mick has stayed in LA," Beth observed. She didn't add that Mick had remained in LA mainly to be close to her and watch over her while she grew up. It was an intriguing idea to think that they would someday have to leave the city and start over somewhere new. But it was comforting to know that they would do it together.

"How has Granny been?" Rayna asked changing the subject. Juanita had delivered a tray with glasses of blood and Rayna took a sip of hers. "This meeting she has called came as a surprise. Why now?"

"Granny is Granny," Tyson shrugged and smiled. "She likes the business world and she doesn't tell me why she chooses to have this meeting. " He chuckled. "Since the commitment she and Robert have been acting like a couple of teenagers in love. You would think they are only 100 years old instead of 900 and 500 respectively."

"Oh, that is so sweet," Rayna giggled at the thought. "I guess your commitment had all kinds of far reaching effects," she added to Beth. "This visit may turn out to be very entertaining. I am glad we came."

End chapter.

Well I am back and as usual I crave reviews. There is a cloud on the horizon and I had dropped a hint in the last story. Let me know if you are ready for another adventure. Thanks.