Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight. I am just a fan unable to let it go.
Warning: This story may contain coarse language, violence and sex scenes.
Somebody To Love - Chapter 2
It had been a little over a week and Josef had not seen or heard from Beth. He thought this was odd as earlier in Mick's departure, she had pestered him almost every day.
After placing a call to his security team, he was informed that all was well, Beth simply had a heavy case load. He understood the feeling well. His hours were also longer than usual and quality freezer time had eluded him. Deciding to head home for some liquid refreshment, he made his way to the elevator when his cell phone began to ring.
"Kostan" he answered.
"Mr Kostan, its Logan. I have finished Mick's paper trail. Its water tight as you requested. I will drop it off to your office tomorrow."
"About bloody time!" snapping the phone shut just as the doors opened and was assaulted by a familiar scent.
"Blondie, a little late for you to be out isn't it?" genuinely surprised to see her here at this hour.
"I took a chance you'd still be here." she said softly as she took in his appearance. "You look like I feel."
"What, sexy, horny and looking for some play time?" said Josef cheekily.
"I was going to say tired and sleep deprived but hey, each to their own" she laughed, probably for the first time today.
"Yeah well, the Asian markets been a real bitch. I was just on my way out. Fancy a quick drink?"
"Sounds like an idea to me, as long as I'm not the drink". she teases, trying hard not to smile.
"I can't give you any guarantees Blondie. My dinner date called in with the flu and you just might be the bar snack I need." giving her a playful wink as they rode the elevator down.
The night was crisp and cool, as they walked the short distance to a bar in comfortable silence. It was the first time in days they both had a chance to relax. Finding a table, Josef summoned for a waiter.
"I'll have a scotch, neat and ..." nodding to Beth "..a glass of red." she finished.
"I thought you said this was a quiet little bar?" as Beth surveyed the crowd.
"At 2am, normally it is."
As the music began to get louder, the crowd began to get rowdier. Beth excused herself and made her way to the restrooms, feeling a little light headed, but relaxed. Four wines on an empty stomach had begun to play havoc with her sobriety.
Carefully pushing through the crowd, she was almost back at the table when she felt a strong hand grab her arm and spin her around. "Hey beautiful, wanna dance?"
"Oh, no thanks" said Beth, trying to turn around but his grip tightened on her forearm, now bordering on painful.
"Aww, come on baby." as his free arm snaked around her waist pulling her closer to him. He reeked of stale beer and cigarettes and Beth began to squirm out of his hold when she heard Josef's low but calm voice behind her. "I believe the young lady declined your generous offer".
His grip loosened enough for Beth to break free and instinctively Josef pulled her behind him. He continued to glare at the man, ready to strike but at the same time all too aware of crowd of people that had gathered to watch.
"Come on Josef, let's go" placing a hand on his arm.
He shot the man one final look and spun on his heel, guiding Beth out of the club.
Once they were on the sidewalk, Josef couldn't help but comment.
"Geez Blondie, no wonder Mick has himself tied up in knots. You're quite a trouble magnet aren't you?"
He noticed Beth was trying to discreetly rub her forearm and his face soon grew concerned.
"Let me see" as he went to lift her sleeve. She pulled her arm back shaking her head. "It's fine, really, just a bit sore."
"OK then, let me see." He repeated.
"Josef, I said it's fine" Her voice beginning to grow angry.
"Beth! For God's sake show me your bloody arm or I will rip that blouse straight off your back!"
She gave a defeated sigh as she slowly rolled up her sleeve to expose the damaged flesh, already starting to bruise. He softly ran his fingers over the injured skin and she winced.
"I'll drive you home and get my driver to drop your car to you in the morning" His voice final leaving no room for compromise. Beth simply nodded, now too tired to argue.
As he helped her into the limo, his phone rang "Kostan" , his usual curt greeting. His face furrowed showing concern and if Beth wasn't mistaken, anger. "Are you sure?" he questioned. "Stay on it" as he ended the call.
"Josef, is there any news on Mick?"
He hesitated briefly before answering, "Sorry Beth, no news yet".
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