What's the use of wondering if he's good or if he's bad
Or if you like the way he wears his hat
Ooh what's the use of wondering if he's good or if he's bad
He's your fella and you love him
That's all there is to that
-What's the Use Of Wonderin By Amanda Palmer-

Beth ran from the office towards the bedroom, knocking books off her coffee table in the process, but she didn't pay attention to that. She grabbed the sheets of her bed and pulled them off exposing the fitted sheet underneath them.

"God dammit!" She yelled and continued to tear her room apart. She fell to her knees and began digging under her bed. "Where is it?!" She screamed in anxiety. She moved on from the bed to her dresser, pulling out the drawers, sending some onto the floor, nearly hitting her feet.

"Beth? What the hell happened in here?"

She sighed and looked at the door, Mick's tall frame stared at her in confusion.

"I did something kind of stupid…" She bit her lip, staring at him, trying to figure out how to go on. "First off, its not my fault! People shouldn't leave stuff like that just laying around you know…ok so it wasn't just laying around it was stuffed under some papers in his desk drawers, but still he should lock his drawers if he's going to leave something like that in there, I mean really, anyone could have gotten their hands on it and…"

Mick finally cut off her rant. "Beth what did you do?"

She looked at him, her face scrunched in worry. "I stole Josef's journal."

Mick didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at her, shock written on his face. Finally he spoke. "Beth do you have a death wish?"

"It gets worse…" Mick sighed and rubbed his temples. Beth looked at the mess around her with a groan. "I never got the chance to read it…I lost it…"

"You lost it! How could you lose it?!"

She shook her head. "I don't even know! I had it in my bag, I mean after I left his house I met with you to give you the paper work you needed, then I went to see my cousin at Hearst, she was in the library freaking out over some paper she had due, I helped her find some good books for her paper and….oh my God…"

"What?!"

She groaned again. "There was this girl who came running down the aisle, her boyfriend was chasing her, well she ran right into me, and knocked me over, the some of the books fell off the shelf, and a bunch of stuff from my bag fell out as well…The girl stopped and picked up the books that fell…"

"She picked up the journal didn't she?"

Beth shook her head. "That's the only thing I can think could possibly happen, I've searched the apartment for just incase...but it's not here."

Mick turned and headed towards the door, Beth followed behind him, he grabbed his sunglasses and keys, she followed him out the door wordlessly.

The elevator ride down to the car was silent, it wasn't until they got into the car Mick finally spoke.

"I don't know how I'm going to protect you in this situation…"

"Maybe we wont have to worry about that…maybe it's in still on the shelf at the school and everything will be fine, I'll just put it back where it was…"

"Do you know what the date in the journal was?"

She nodded. "April 8th, 1625."

"Shit…That's the year he was turned…"

"I'm guessing Josef isn't the type to let his best friend read his journals?"

Mick sent her a pointed glare. "Not exactly, I think his exact words were if he ever catches me touching one of them he would personally castrate me."

"Ouch…"

With Mick's, speeding they made it to the college in record time, Beth got out of the car and ran into the library, Mick following close behind. She quickly made it to the aisle, searching for any signs of the small leather book. After a few minutes of search she looked up at Mick.

"Well technically he can't castrate me since I'm a girl…"

"So this means someone has it…that's great…"

"But they can't trace it back to Josef right? He's changed his name since then right?"

Mick nodded. "That is probably under his real name, since it's so close to him being turned…We need to talk to your cousin, we need to see if she saw anyone with a old leather bound book, maybe if she has an idea of who has it we can get it back without telling Josef."

Beth chewed nervously on her lip. "Mick, what's going to happen to me if we can't find it?"

He took a deep breath. "I don't know…"

She sighed. "I'll call Xandra…"

Mick waited impatiently in the car, running all sorts of scenarios through his head, if they can't find it and they have to tell Josef it will go one of two ways. One way, he takes it badly and rips both of their heads off, the other way; he takes it not as badly and lunges after Beth.

Honestly he didn't know which was better, Josef was older and stronger than him, he didn't particularly want to get into a wrestling match with him, just because he seemed like a pretty boy didn't mean he couldn't fight.

Beth opened the car door, shaking Mick from his thoughts; she fell into the seat next to him with a groan. "I told Xandra I was doing research for a story and that I had found an old journal for it, I told her I lost it in the library, she says if she sees it, she'll let us know…"

Mick sighed as he shifted the car into gear. "Well I guess we better go see Josef…"

"Do we have to?"

Mick just shook his head. "It's better to tell him and get it over with than to wait and have him find out himself…"

Beth nodded, several scenes played out in her head of Josef's reaction, they all ended with her head on one side of the room and her body on the other. The ride to Josef's office seemed to go by quickly, to quickly in Beth's opinion. The elevator dinged, pulling her from her thoughts, she felt Mick pulling her hand, leading her into the office.

Who knew hell would have air conditioning?

Josef was standing in front of his desk, staring at them, somehow Beth knew that he knew.

"So I was looking through my desk drawers today, I seem to be missing a certain item…" He crossed his arms, sending glares in Beth's direction. When she didn't respond he continued through clenched teeth. "Where's my journal I know you took it!"

Beth flinched and stepped back behind Mick a bit. "I…I don't know…"

"You. Don't. Know…" His hands tightened into fist. "Please, for your sake tell me you didn't lose it."

"We know the general location of it…but…" He glared at her and she continued. "A student at Hearst college has it…"

"You're telling me that some juvenile child has my journal?"

"So it would seem…" Mick muttered.

Josef leaned further back into his desk. "It seems I have two options here, the first is obvious, I'm pretty sure you know what it is…" Beth held onto Mick's arm, it didn't take a genius to realize what he meant, the details might vary, but basically she'd be dead. "Or, I could let you live and you could retrieve it for me."

"But what if I can't find it?"

"Then I guess we'll be going back to option one wont we?"