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12 January 2008 @ 11:09 pm
If Tomorrow Never Comes, ch. 5  
Title: If Tomorrow Never Comes
Rating: For Mature Adults
Word Count: 1089
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: I forgot this on the other chapters, don't sue!
Author's note: Well after all the angst of LLF, my muse ran off! But it's back. I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but we'll see. Enjoy!

Chapter Five

Steve spotted Beth as soon as she came into the newsroom. “Hey Beth, Mo’s looking for you.”

“Yeah, I thought she might.” Beth didn’t even bother to stop at her desk; she headed straight for Mo’s office. The older woman gestured for Beth to sit down as she came into the office.

“Tell me you got my story.”

Beth put on her winningest smile and said, “I have something even better. There’s a serial killer on the loose in Los Angeles.”

Maureen’s eyebrows shot up. “You got that from a celebrity charity ball?” she asked incredulously.

“Of course not. But a good reporter never reveals her source.”

Mo threw up her hands. “Fine. I don’t want to know. Did you and that gorgeous boyfriend of yours even use those tickets?”

Beth looked scandalized. “Yes, we did. It was a lovely night.”

Mo looked suspicious. “You hated every second, didn’t you?”

“Not every second. Mick made it bearable.”

“Bearable? Girl, that man would make Mother Theresa fall to her knees.”

Beth laughed all the way back to her desk. Settling in, she switched on her computer. Beth proceeded to spend the next few hours researching the lives of Rachel Anderson and Bianca Parker, trying to find any commonalities. There weren’t many. They knew a few of the same people, but none of them seemed to fit the serial killer profile.

Late in the afternoon, Steve appeared at her desk carrying a large bouquet of flowers. “Looks like someone did good last night. Where do you want these?”

Beth pointed to the lone bare spot on her desk. It was unusual, but not unheard of, for Mick to send her flowers. She didn’t mind. Beth had never been one for the big romantic gestures. She didn’t need them to know how Mick felt about her; he let her know with just a look. So, as she reached for the card, Beth wondered just what had prompted the botanical display of affection. To her surprise, though, the flowers didn’t appear to be from Mick. The card had only one word inscribed on it, “Soon.” It wasn’t written in Mick’s handwriting. Who on earth were they from if not Mick? Maybe he had someone else wrote the card, she thought. That didn’t make sense though. Mick always wrote those cards himself, yet another reflection of his old fashioned upbringing. I’ll just have to ask him. She looked the clock. Only three o’clock. Let him sleep a little longer. Beth replaced the suspicious card and went back to her research.

A couple of hours later, Beth’s phone rang. The caller ID indicated that it was Mick. “Hey.”

Beth smiled; she loved listening to him talk. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I should be good to go.”

“OK, I’ve got the addresses right here. We can go whenever you’re ready. Do you want to meet me here?”

“Sure. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“OK. I’ll see you in a few.”

Beth gathered up her research and switched off her computer. She looked outside; it was nearing twilight. Beth decided it would be better to wait outside for Mick to arrive. It wasn’t completely dark yet; she didn’t want him in the sun any longer than necessary. She had only been outside for a few minutes when she noticed a gray sedan peel out of the parking lot. Wow, that guy’s in a hurry, she thought absently. Mick pulled up soon after the sedan left. Beth threw her bag into the backseat and climbed in. She leaned in to give Mick a kiss on the cheek as he drove out into traffic.

“Thanks for the flowers.”

Mick glanced at her, confused. “Flowers? What flowers?”

“The flowers you sent today. They’re sitting on my desk at Buzz Wire.”

“Beth, I didn’t send you any flowers,” Mick said in a worried voice. “When did they arrive?”

“Around three o’clock.”

“Did they have a card?”

“Yes. It said, ‘soon.’ There was no name. I just figured you’d had someone else write the card.”

Mick looked mildly insulted. “You know me better than that.”

Beth looked at him sheepishly. “I know. I’m sorry. So if you didn’t send them, then who did?”

“I don’t know. We’ll call the florist tomorrow. Right now, we have a serial killer to find.”

Beth gave Mick the address of Rachel Anderson’s apartment, which wasn’t far from the Buzz Wire offices. Upon arriving, Mick picked the lock and they headed inside. The police had already been through; Mick could tell things had been moved. He picked up Rachel’s datebook and flipped to the last couple of weeks. A couple of auditions, a photo shoot, lunch with a producer. It was all pretty standard stuff. He turned around to let Beth take a look and saw her standing in Rachel’s kitchen, transfixed in front of a vase of flowers. Mick walked into the kitchen and placed a hand on Beth’s shoulder; she jumped.

“Oi! Mick, it’s just you. You scared me.”

“I noticed. What’s with the flowers?”

“These are the exact same type of flowers that I received today.”

Mick didn’t like the sound of that. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure. I thought they were from you, remember? I always remember the things you do for me.”

Mick looked at her apologetically. “OK. Maybe it’s a coincidence.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Right now we only have two seemingly unrelated flower arrangements. Those are pretty common, right? Two points make a line, not a circle. Come on, let’s take a look at Bianca’s place and see what we find there.”

On the drive to Bianca’s apartment, Beth looked through Rachel’s datebook. Like Mick, she didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. It was extremely frustrating. There must be a connection, but hell if she could find it. Mick and Beth found Bianca’s apartment in much the same condition as Rachel’s. There was no forced entry, no struggle, nothing. Beth headed to the bedroom, determined to find something.  

“Mick?” Beth called.


“You might want to get in here. I think I found your circle.”

Mick entered the bedroom and immediately noticed the flowers on the night stand. It was the same arrangement they had seen at Rachel’s. Beth pulled out the card and handed it to Mick. The word “soon” was scrawled across it.

“That’s the same thing mine said,” Beth informed him.

Mick expression hardened. This wasn’t a regular case anymore; it had become personal.

To be continued…

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Current Location: working out with Mick
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: Big & Rich
Cat Moonmscatmoon on January 13th, 2008 09:02 am (UTC)
I always enjoy your stuff. Your writing is consistently good, and always an interesting plot to grab us.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 13th, 2008 09:22 am (UTC)
Thanks! That means a lot! :)
heartagram_lalaheartagram_lala on January 13th, 2008 03:04 pm (UTC)

awesome chap

its the grey sedan dude! lol
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 13th, 2008 07:02 pm (UTC)
Well, I'm glad I've done my job! Now if Mick could figure it out! lol
Kelly: mick/bethpittchic04 on January 13th, 2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
The bad guy should know better than to mess with a vamp's girl...especially when that vamp is Mick. Didn't he learn anything from the last ep? LOL

Great update, as always. I can't wait to see what happens in the next chapter.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 13th, 2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
You're right clearly this serial killer did NOT watch LLF! His loss. lol
Say neversarisynn on January 14th, 2008 10:50 pm (UTC)
OOOOO creepy stuff. Who knew flowers could be so threatening? Gonna read the next chapter now.
(Anonymous) on May 13th, 2008 12:46 am (UTC)
Nice quote

Everyone who comes in here wants three things:
(1) They want it quick.
(2) They want it good.
(3) They want it cheap.
I tell 'em to pick two and call me back.
-- sign on the back wall of a small printing company

(Anonymous) on August 23rd, 2008 02:37 am (UTC)
I'm new here, just wanted to say hello and introduce myself.
michellemtsu: Mick-Beachmichellemtsu on August 23rd, 2008 02:47 am (UTC)
Re: Hello
Hi! Enjoy!