Grahhh. I haven't written in so long, I'm not sure I'll still be any good, but I had a sudden urge to write again. I'm starting this fic up right now, and I'm all hopped up on Coke, so please excuse any typos or anything.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, references, or locations described in this piece, nor do I receive any monetary profit from its creation.

"Quit?! What do you mean, 'Quit'?!"

On the other end of the phone, a rather startled fledgling agent stuttered into the reciever. "I... I uh... I'm not sure myself, sir, uh... w-would you like me to redirect you to another branch, I-I'm sure they could-"

"No, I do not want to be redirected! I want to know where the hell that giant ape ran off to!"

"Um... s-sir," the agent stammered. "I-I... I believe that information's c-classified."

"Classified my butt!" (He still couldn't bring himself to swear, even in his elevated state of agitation). "Now you listen to me, sir. If I have to ask you one more time, I will have you demoted to... to... prisoner containment!"

He didn't need to see the agent to know that he'd turned pale with horror.

"Well?!"

"G-G-Giants Causeway! Ireland! That was his last known location! Bye!", the agent blurted before slamming the receiver down violently onto it's holster. He flicked a sweat-sodden lock from his forehead as he righted the office-phone's position so that it sat flush in the ceramic plastic grooves. He prayed to god, or whatever he could still believe in after working for the BPRD, that that wouldn't come back to haunt him.

On the other side of the globe, a very very angry Agent Myers stood with arms crossed. Now he wasn't the type of person who just flew off the handle for nothing, but he was beyond pissed. Gripping his hands into fists, he stomped out of his quarters towards the hangar. Hellboy had better watch out, because he was coming.

"Oh, c'mon Liz!"

With a swish of her hair, she passed by Hellboy. She rummaged through her drawer for a pen and paper. The pen was hastily unsheated before she violently scribbled a brief message. Crumpling the paper in her fist, Liz set it on fire and hurled it at Hellboy's forehead.

The smoldering peice of paper laid there for a second before he picked it up with his flesh hand.

It read, "Fuck you".

"Funny, Liz," H.B. snorted sarcastically. "Now can you please just calm down?"

"Calm down?", she mumbled at an almost inaudible volume. "I... I can't believe you, Red!"

He shielded his face from the heat wave that rolled off of her. "What's not to believe?", he said, half seriously. Honestly, he had no idea what he did.

"Of course you, don't, Red!", she shouted. "You never do!"

"Well, why don't you tell me then?," he shouted back.

"Because I shouldn't have to!"

"I'm not Abe, Liz. I can't read minds," Red pointed out. "I'll cook (as best as I can), I'll clean (sorta), what else do you want from me, babe?"

"Don't call me babe," she looked at him levelly. "That's not the point, Hellboy. I... I just can't live like this, any more." She motioned with her hands around the small room.

They'd rented a motel room, and it seemed as though for the month that they had lived there, the amount filth (and cats) had just grown exponentially. She'd go live with Abe or Johann, but it was a little difficult to adjust to their lifestyles. Johann lived in what was practically a closet and Abe had bought and renovated out an old community swimming pool a couple blocks down from their motel. The BPRD's pension was only enough to keep them alive and under a roof, so to speak.

"I'm going to go for a while, Red," she stated with certainty in her eyes. "I don't know for how long, and I don't know where, but I just know I can't stay here any longer or I'll go insane."

"Liz, please," Hellboy begged. It wasn't really his thing, but he knew from the look she had, that her decision wouldn't be easily swayed. "You're just all messed up by the hormones. Just stay and think about it for a bit, Liz, please." He gently caressed the almost indistinguishable bulge in her abdomen. "For the babies." His golden eyes pleaded with her to stay.

"Red. I'm sorry, but... I'm going. No matter what you say or do." She bent down to kiss him before grabbing her already packed suitcase, stepping out the door, and slamming it shut, charring the doorknob behind her.

I may not post again for a while, so I apologize in advance. Please feel free to review if you have any feedback, and flames will be taken as very... *ahem ahem* violently constructive criticism.