A/N: I do not own Moonlight characters, but my OC's are mine! [Unless of course they are based off of real people, then I'm just playing with them] : ) Thank you to all of you who have not given up for me and please continue the reviews because they are still awesome!

"Mick, Mick!" Beth yelled at a very worried Mick, running throughout his apartment and to his hidden refrigerator. He seemed unable to hear her since Josef called him. He quickly poured some AB- he'd been saving into a large 32 oz. glass. Beth's eyes bulged out at the sight of so much blood. Crap, this is really bad. What happened? She followed Mick and cornered him from behind. When he turned his back, he had no other choice but to look at her desperate eyes, his breathing heavy in a nervous manner. Beth gave him a stern look and asked seriously, "Mick, what happened? Why are you freaking out?" her eyes searching his for some kind of explanation.

He hesitated, unsure himself of what happened, but he could only guess it had to do with Sarah. But he needed to talk to Josef only. Beth would have to wait. "Beth I—I think you should leave."

Her face immediately became defiant. "No, not without some answers."

He should have known that she would not let him off so easily. But how could he explain to her? "Beth, when Josef gets here, he's going to be unstable, maybe even crazy. I don't want you to get hurt if he ends up acting reckless or loses control. I can't—I won't let that anything happen to you!" He held her arms as he spoke, hoping she would let him explain everything later.

"But why? What happened to him? Mick, I need you to tell me." She shook his shoulders in desperate matter. Although Josef had appeared a moody, threatening predator, part of her felt that his behavior was merely a mask that covered up his true feelings. Of course this was just her personal opinion, based solely on the incident in New York, but she sensed something else in him, something she couldn't even begin to understand.

Mick gazed helplessly at the blonde, not wanting to ask her to leave, but knowing that his friend seemed quite radical on the phone and he didn't want to risk a thing. He exhaled a short breath, trying to sound serious, "Beth, I promise tomorrow I will tell you everything that I find out. But right now, I need you to go home. I know you're tired. Get some rest and let me worry about this. Please."

Beth could only give him her signature I-want-some-answers-and-you-better-tell-me look for a moment more until she unwillingly surrendered. What is wrong with me? If this were anyone else, I would never give up like this. Why am I stepping down now? She questioned herself as she looked into his very caring, and at the moment, scared eyes. This must be dangerous if he's looking at me like that. She let out a loud sigh and looked to the floor, not wanting to look at him anymore.

Mick hesitated for a brief moment, then reached out and touched the right side of her jaw, lifting her face to look up at him. She was forced to see those hazel eyes again. "Well I—"she stopped and inhaled a quick loud breath when she felt Mick's thumb traced her lower lip.

He noticed her reaction and quickly pulled his hand away from her face. What am I doing? I can't let my emotions get the better of me, again.

Both were startled by his behavior while Beth bit her lip nervously, gripping the strap of her purse anxious to leave. "Okay, fine. I'll go, but I want you to tell me everything tomorrow." She said as she opened the steel door and walked down the outside hallway, the sound of her heels fading quickly.

Taking her frustration out on the elevator button and pushing it several times impatiently, Beth wanted nothing more than to stay and find out the skinny on the millionaire's latest dramatic incident. It was times like these when she regretted her promise to never reveal their secret. It would make great headlines! She automatically chastised herself for such treacherous thinking, but could she help it? Reportive investigation dug its roots so far into her that she couldn't imagine her life without a little mystery and danger. Funny how this UCLA graduate with the knack for never holding her tongue had yet to spill the biggest secret of them all!

She stared at her reflection on the elevator door, brushing the untamed piece of hair out of her face as the doors opened allowing her entrance. Stepping in and leaning tiredly against the wall, she pulled out her plum-pink lipstick, applying it in front of her compact mirror. Looking into her own blue eyes, she began to talk back to her reflection as if she needed to convince herself.

"I would never—no, could never blow Mick's secret. I love him too much to do tha—did I just say love? I mean I care deeply for him, maybe even more than Josh. Ohmigod I did not just say that!"

She instantly covered her mouth, shocked by her own words and seeing the truth behind in her eyes. She practically threw the lipstick into her Betsey Johnson bag, anxiously wanting to get out of the elevator. "Ughhhh! I've had a long day. Maybe I just need some sleep!" She stepped out and hurried to her car, too distracted to notice the shiny red sports car that pulled up as she drove away.

Yeah! Josef in the next chapter!