This is my first Moonlight Fic, the characters aren't my own. Only Sofia belongs to me, the rest i'm just playing with.

There were many things Sophia Claremont had always been confident in, her ability to do her job was one of these things. Lately however, everything seemed to be going wrong in that department along with a few others, that's how she had found herself in the office of an up and coming PI Mick St. John.

"So let me get this straight Miss Claremont.." The man behind the desk looked at her with a raised brow and a rather confused expression.

"You can call me Sophia" she sighed heavily, getting rather bored with his incessant line of questions. A few were to be expected but he was just milking it now.

"Fine, Sophia" he started again, leaning forward in his seat to rest his elbows firmly on the hardwood desk. "Why would someone want to break into your house? Or trash your desk at work? It doesn't seem like you write the type of stories that would attract that kind of wrong attention." Seeing the scowl that crossed her face the man quickly raised his hands in a mock surrender "No offense"

"Well.." Sophia could feel her jaw tense as she fought hard to reign in her own temper "I'm here because Beth recommended you, apparently you were good at your job. My mistake. FYI, I know I write crappy stories about celeb sightings right now, but I'm new so it's to be expected. I'm working on something really big right now. A story that should make my career as a journalist." Without adding anymore she turned around and stormed right out of his office, she'd be damned if she was giving one cent of her pay check to that asshole.

xXx

The drive home that night had certainly been a quick one, I'd spent most of the day livid with my meeting with Beth's PI. He was a total jerk, and a complete waste of my lunch hour. My apartment wasn't far from BuzzWire's office building; I'd chosen it especially for the location. I wouldn't really call it an apartment as such; it was more of a studio/large closet. I barely had room to swing a cat around never mind anything else.

I could feel the tension slowly start to simmer out of me as I speedily walked through the underground parking garage of the building towards the elevator. Just incredibly grateful to be home for the night, it had certainly been an eventful day and I was really looking forward to putting on some old pyjamas and lounging in front of the TV watching reruns of Friends.

My evening took a head first dive down the gutter the minute my foot stepped out of the elevator and onto my floor.

The first thing I noticed was the really slow and annoying flickering of the lobby light, it just screamed 'stupid blonde in the horror that's the very first to die in a bloody puddle' at me, it was totally creepy. I made a mental note to call my landlord the second I got in, if that wasn't fixed soon it would just continue to freak me out.

The next thing to stop me dead in my tracks was the fact that my front door was open, not obviously wide open to the world but I could see a dim light shining out from a small crack, it clearly hadn't been shut correctly. But considering I'd locked it this morning before I left, this was 100% a very bad sign. I stood before the door, just staring at it like a complete idiot. Fighting myself on whether I should just get back in the bloody elevator and then locate the nearest phone and call the police, or just grow a set and check it out for myself. My head was being completely rational and saying that the only smart and logical thing to do was to go get someone of authority to check it out. That would have been the smart thing, but common sense maybe wasn't one of those handy traits I had on my list. I regretted my choice instantly.

Beth's POV

My foot tapped impatiently against the concrete ground outside the office as I waited, impatiently, for Mick to come pick me up. We were supposed to be following up a lead tonight after I'd finished up at work, the longer it was taking him to get here the more I was regretting agreeing to this after hours scavenger hunt.

"Someone looks happy tonight" Mick smiled brightly as he finally pulled up beside the sidewalk.

"Can we please just get this over with quickly" I smiled back half-heartedly "Josh has already called to say he's coming over with some Chinese and I'm starving"

"Sure" Mick shrugged "you know you don't have to come along Beth, I can just take you home"

"Yeah right" I laughed quietly " like I want to miss out on this, I want to see the reaction for myself on Josef's face."

"Yeah?" Mick turned slightly in his seat to look at me, hardly even paying any attention to the quiet road in front of him "And you think you'll be able to tell if he's lying? Listen Beth, Josef's my friend sure but he also happens to be a very old, very powerful vampire. Can you please just let me do the talking?" His tone sounded almost pleading and I couldn't help the smirk that took hold.

"Whatever you say" I agreed fakely, putting on the sweetest smile I could muster.

The elevator up to Josef's office was a tense ride, I could feel Mick trying to brace himself for the conversation that was about to follow, I on the other hand couldn't wait. I'd always known he was friends with Josef Kostan of course, I'd even met him on several occasions but I never thought I'd see the day where I could convince Mick to let me ask him some questions. Not that I would let him stop me, it was just nice to have his permission.

Once we'd entered in past the extravagant heavy black wooden doors, Josef quickly cleared the room of all the other people present. With two fast clicks of his fingers we finally had him all to ourselves.

"Mick, Beth" he nodded in greeting as he stood in front of his desk, holding his arms out and gesturing towards the empty leather seats before him. "What can I do for you today?"

This would be interesting.