Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, or any of the related characters...but I wish I did
Return to me: A Moonlight fanfic by Love Inc. italics character's thoughts
Everyone has something precious to them, something that to them, in times of confusion, is the only thing that makes sense. Whether it is a treasured item you keep close to your heart, a gift from your lover, a birthday present from your parents, or for some, one extraordinary person. Everybody's is different, no two are alike, but one thing they all have in common, is that they are all irreplaceable. But what do you do when the very thing that keeps your world together, unexpectedly disappears?
Mick lay in his freezer, relaxing after a long night's work. He felt tired lately; the new case he was investigating with Beth was beginning to make him loose his sanity.
"Damn case" he muttered angrily to himself.
People disappearing with no trace, one minute you see them the next you don't, no witnesses, no evidence. This guy is good, but no one can commit a perfect crime, there has to be something, tire tracks, cigarette butts, spilt blood, cloth fibers, hair, footprints, signs of a struggle, something has to be out there. One just needs to know where to look...
Beth woke to the loud buzzing of her alarm, waited for her eyes to regulate to the bright sunlight streaming through her bedroom windows and lifted herself from her bed. She decided she would wash her bed today, after all she had spilled some coffee on one of the sheets yesterday morning, and she stripped it of its sheets and headed downstairs. Yawning, as she passed the kitchen, Beth decided she needed some help waking up; after all, she would need a lot of energy if she and Mick were ever going to solve the case. She reached the coffee machine and set it on "Strong black, single serve" the machine shook slightly as it worked on her request, Beth proceeded towards the laundry.
She tossed the sheets into the washing machine and added a scoop of her favorite lavender-scented washing powder and placed it back on the shelf, shut the washing machine door and turned back towards the kitchen. A sound, similar to footsteps caused her head to whip around, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting a hard surface; the box of washing powder had fallen to the ground.
I could have sworn I didn't bump into anything. Hmm, must be my imagination, I really do need that coffee.
Beth walked back to the fallen box, picked it up and placed it inside a cupboard, making a mental note of where she had put it for next time. Beth then turned on her heel and was walking toward the kitchen when something covered her mouth and bound her hands behind her back in one sudden movement.
"Scream and you die," ordered a deep voice from behind.
Beth's heart pounded loudly in her chest, she started to shake uncontrollably, her knees buckled under her from panic and the last thing she remembered was desperately screaming Mick's name before the darkness engulfed her.
The coffee machine beeped impatiently in the kitchen, the coffee gone cold.
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