Sorry, again no Josef!! I would love nothing more then to spend an afternoon, alone, with Josef, but unfortunately I need to keep moving my plot forward. So here is some more plot…I will try to get back to Josef soon, but it is hard to write a steamy Josef scene with a nosy mother peering over my shoulder!!!!!

Enjoy!!!!

On the Hunt

Mick opened the door and poked his head out checking to make sure the hall was clear. He silently opened the door for Beth to follow and then shut it behind them. Mick walked down the hall to the door that the man had indicated. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He reached for his lock pick set, but realized that he was wearing the suit Josef had supplied him with, and his set was laying with his cloths at Josef's.

Beth pushed him aside and pulled a pin from her hair. She quickly undid the lock and opened the door. Then looked back to Mick who gave her an impressed and inquiring look. She shrugged her shoulders then smiled motion him through he door.

They entered the room. It had a distinct feel of a janitor's closet, but the bunk beds that lined the walls reminded Beth on an on-call room. There was a closet of various supplies; first aid, cleaning, emergency clothing and other wise. There was what looked like an exam table and a refrigerator of medical supplies, including blood. Beth guessed it was to take care of the freshies. In case anything went wrong.

Speaking of freshies… an assortment of girls lie passed out in the bunks. Beth spotted Josef's meal on the top bunk in the back of the room. Mick walked down the row of bunks examining each girl carefully.

"This is her." Mick stated as her reached the last bunk. "I can smell the dead vamp all over her." Beth noticed that she was the only one with an IV drip.

Beth walked up behind Mick as he started to pull the bedding off her. 'What are you doing?" Beth hissed.

"Examining her. I need to see if there is anything unusual." Mick replied, seeing the shock in Beth's face he added, "You've seen me examine girls' bodies before."

"On an morgue examination table." Beth exasperated, "This is different. She is still alive." Mick looked a Beth, a little taken a back, a little flattered by her jealously. Beth continued, "Let's preserve some of her dignity, I'll examine her."

Mick stepped aside and let Beth lift the sheet and examine the girl. Beth carefully studied the girl's flesh for any thing unusual, she saw a bite mark on the woman's breast That had to hurt. Other then that nothing seemed out of the ordinary, just a bikini waxing, birth control patch and tattoo on her inner hip, saying 'Just Breath.'

Beth replaced the blanket and looked at Mick whose eyes were closed. He was breathing deeply. "It's alright, you can open your eyes now." Beth teased him.

Mick opened his eyes and Beth noticed that they were lighter then normal. Also his breathing remained heavy for a moment. "What?" Beth looked at him, worried.

Mick closed his eyes took a deep breath, calming himself, then he replied, "Sorry, just a vision. What did you find?'
"Not much, a bite on her breast and-"

"One on her inner thigh." Mick finished.

"No," Beth looked curiously at him, "Just a tattoo. Why do you think she has a bite on her inner thigh?"

"Well," Mick got nervous, "I saw a vision of what happened. I saw…I saw him bite her." If Mick could have blushed, he would have.

"Oh." Beth didn't really know what to say to that. "Do you get these visions often?"

"Yes, when I smell blood. Blood has memory and vamps are sensitive to it. When we smell it we have visions. We don't just see what happened, we hear, smell, taste and fell it too."

"You feel it? So did you feel him?" Beth studied Mick's face.

"Well…no. As I said, the memory is tied to blood and vamps don't have blood so…" Mick trailed off.

"You felt her?" Beth was astonished, "Like her fear or pain?"

"More like her passion." Mick winced at having to admit this to Beth. Beth stood there, jaw agape, staring at Mick.

"So you felt her…having sex?" Beth didn't know if this thought excited or repulsed her. If he has experienced sex from a females perspective, then…" Beth's mind exploded with possibilities.

"I think this is a dead…I mean…I think the trail is cold." Mick avoided her question and a clash remark. "Why don't we pay the agency a visit?" Mick stood-up. He offered Beth his hand and helped her to her feet.

"What about the dead vamp?" Beth asked.

"I don't see him anywhere, so let's go. They must have already dumped the body."

Mick headed toward the door, Beth stopped him. "Let's go out the back." She pointed to the door obscured from view by the bunks in the back. "It's probably a service entrance so the girls could came and go without notice."

Mick opened the door for Beth, but he was repulsed by the smell issuing from the hallway that he let go. Mick covered his nose and mouth, trying to stop the gag reflex. Decay filled the air. Beth looked a Mick, then opened the door and looked into the hallway. Her un-keen senses had not picked up what Mick's had, but her eyes could not miss the body slumped in the corner.

"I guess we found the dead vamp."

Mick closed the door so that he could breath again. "Beth, go to the first aid stuff and get a needle. We need to get some of the vamps blood to test." Beth scavenged through the supplies and came back with a syringe, which she handed to Mick. "No." He said, pushing it back toward her. "You're going to have to do it. I can't breath in there."

"But I don't-"

"It's fine Beth. Just stick it in his neck." Mick assured her.

Beth took a deep breath and opened the door. She walked quickly to the body and jabbed the needle in the vamps neck. She squirmed as the body slid limply down the wall. She filled the syringe, quickly pulled out the needle and ran back to the door.

"Are you okay?" Mick asked as Beth shot through he door gasping for breathe.

"Yeah." Beth breathed, "Lets take the other way out."

Mick nodded and started to escort Beth to the door. "Wait," Mick stopped Beth. "We can't go that way." Beth looked quizzically at Mick. "The guard…the guard will know we were not back here fooling around." Beth started to ask, but Mick continued, "Neither of us smell like we just had sex, and you reek of dead vamp. A fact most of the club is bound to notice. We are going to have to go through that door." Beth looked downtrodden, but she nodded in agreement.

After one excruciatingly smelly passage, Mick and Beth arrived in the fresh night air on the loading dock of the high-rise the club was in. They made their way to Beth's car—Mick had come with Josef— and got in. Mick pulled out the card the coordinator had handed him. There was no address on it, only a phone number.

"Well, so much for that." Beth mussed. But Mick pulled out his phone and started dialing.

"Hey Ryder, It's Mick…No I don't know where he is…Yes I know. Can you do me a favor?… Can you look up an address listed for a phone number?… No, it is not to follow some girl home…It's for an investigation…Yes, I know, always working, but look at yourself…Thanks, the number's 555-6913…aha…yea…Thanks very much." Mick hung up. "Little Tokyo, Corner of 3rd and San Pedro." Mick instructed Beth, who started the car and pulled out.