Mick had taken the case of a missing small town girl whose parents had found out the hard way she was selling herself on the internet.

You can have the best of intentions, Mick wryly noted to himself, and then wham, you bump into her, say at the morgue, and those good intentions, they go out the window. He had tried to stay away from Beth, but he had tasted her blood. That, along with their already palpable sexual chemistry, and he was a goner. So he figured it was time to introduce her to his world and see if she could handle it.

Satisfied, Mick watched how Beth held her own being around vampires. It had helped immensely that Josef and his "maestro of all things telephonic" Ryder England were both on their best behavior, with hardly any vamping. He saw she was amazed that they appeared so normal.

He could tell she had many questions but the case progressed really fast after her stint as "the voice." He found being around her more than distracting and he forgot to check first before entering the rental apartment. Surprised, he almost took out several Federal agents!

He and Beth got the info they needed which led them to the Santa Monica Pier just in time before a two hundred year old teenage vampire murdered again.

He brought the parents down to the LAPD where Beth was able to keep the red tape to a minimum. The perp was missing and it was suspected he had fled the country. She had handled it perfectly to keep any suspicion away from himself and the vampire community. For the first time since Coraline, he could trust again.

As he quietly slipped away from the police station, Beth had followed him out to the parking lot. It was late and the moon had risen. He saw her blonde hair shine in the moonlight. God, she was beautiful.

And then she kissed him, twice. And was gone.