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27 November 2007 @ 06:53 pm
Fic: Winner at a Losing Game, ch. 6  
Title: Winner at a Losing Game
Rating: PG-13, for now
Word Count: 887
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: Still don't own them, though I'd like to borrow Mick for a night!
Author's note: Updates are going to come fast and furious, people. I'm want to get this finished before I leave for the Caribbean on Friday. I don't want to leave y'all hanging. So here is chapter six! Special thanks goes out to trystan830  for introducing me to the miracle of the LJ cut!

Chapter Six

Mick came downstairs the next day to find Beth sitting in his living room, sipping coffee and reading her newspaper. He often found her that way since he’d given her a key to his place. The first time that happened, he’d asked her why she read the paper when she worked for an internet news site. Some habits are hard to break, she replied with a smile. Mick enjoyed having her there when he woke up; it was as if she belonged there.

“Morning,” Mick said as he passed her on his way to the kitchen.

“Afternoon, actually,” she replied. “It’s almost one thirty.”

“Why are you drinking coffee if it’s afternoon?”

“Because I only woke up an hour ago and I don’t function well without my caffeine,” she informed him.

“So you came to drink mine?”

“I like yours better. Besides, it’s no fun if I can’t drink it at home.”

“But--,” Mick started to say and then abruptly stopped. You think of this as home? Mick marveled. Well, about the only thing you do at your apartment anymore is sleep. It makes sense, I guess. To cover his gaffe, Mick started rummaging in the secret fridge for his blood. He quickly found a fresh bag of A positive and poured it in a glass. He brought the glass over to the couch and grabbed the front page as he sat down, sipping his blood as he read. Beth had insisted he drink in front of her early on. The fact that she wasn’t grossed out by it never ceased to amaze him.

“So are we headed out to the cabin today?” Beth asked as she finished with the paper.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. That’s the plan. Did you see this article on the Holdsworth Corporation? It says here that their stock went through the roof yesterday when they guaranteed huge second quarter earnings.”

“And the significance of that is…”

“Holdsworth is one of Guggenheim’s biggest competitors. They specialize in computers.”

It was as if a light bulb went on in Beth’s head. “And what better way to guarantee earning than to present the revolutionary operating system of your arch nemesis.”


“But we didn’t find any evidence that Jack was in contact with Holdsworth or anybody else.”

“I doubt Jack would leave that kind of information just lying around. If it’s anywhere, it’ll be at the cabin. Let’s go,” Mick said as he laid the paper down.

Beth beat him to the door; Mick had stopped to grab his coat from its hook. They headed down to Mick’s car and climbed in. Making sure the top was securely latched, Mick started the Mercedes and made his way out of the city proper. They headed up behind the Hollywood sign and pulled off down an unpaved road. Rather abruptly, the road ended a couple miles down. Mick shut off the car.

“Where to now?” Beth asked.

“We walk. It’s about half a mile that way.” He pointed off to the left.

As she came around the front of the car, Beth noticed a rudimentary trail heading off in the direction Mick had indicated. Where’s a yellow brick road when you need one? Beth thought. Carefully, Mick and Beth made their way down the narrow, overgrown path. The trees overhead were dense enough to keep out most of the sun’s harmful rays, for which Mick was thankful. He didn’t want a repeat of the desert. After ten minutes of walking, he saw it.

“There it is. In that clearing. Janelle was right; it is secluded,” Mick said.

“Did she mention it was rundown and creepy?”

“Somehow she missed that.”

Mick walked up to the wooden door and pushed it open, breaking the lock open in the process. The cabin appeared to be deserted. Mick stepped across the threshold and was greeted by the smell of wood smoke. The cabin was deserted now, but it had been occupied recently. On one side of the single room, a palate was haphazardly thrown in a corner. A mini fridge sat in the opposite corner. It was empty.

As Mick examined the area around the fridge, Beth said, “I think I saw a generator on the side of the cabin. That would explain the fridge. It looks like he left in a hurry. Are you sure this is the same cabin?”

“Yeah. Maybe Jack cleared it out after he married Janelle. Thought he wouldn’t need it again.”

“Maybe. He didn’t leave very much, if that’s the case. All I can see is this rundown table and a chest of drawers.”

Beth dug through the drawers, pawing through old clothes. The bottom of the third drawer felt different from the others. Beth pressed down on it and heard a latch release. She pried up the false bottom and peered inside.

“Mick, I think I found something.”

“What is it?” he said, as he came up behind her.

She pulled out a blue folder and handed it to Mick. “It appears to be all of Jack’s research.”

Mick took the proffered folder from Beth. Sure enough, page after page of coding was inside. Why would he leave it? Mick wondered. He flipped the folder over; there was a post it on the back. It read, Josef Konstantin, Slip 94, 9 o’clock.

To be continued…

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heartagram_lala: Moonlight - Mick handheartagram_lala on January 9th, 2008 06:20 pm (UTC)
ooooher, josef is up shit creek by the looks of it, and the only paddle he has might be steaked through his heart by mick if he aint careful, lol.