Day 65 (pt Beth)

Beth settled angrily into the fluffy white mess of sheets in her hotel room. The day had been a waste of time. She'd managed to lose Diggory after a couple hour's worth of bike chasing the night before and by the time she'd lost him it'd been too late to find somewhere to sleep. THEN, naturally, she'd finally managed to take down her "commission" (a good twelve hours after she was supposed to) and get back on track looking for Grosland. Erin had discovered that Grosland was going to be going across the Golden Gate Bridge at some point that day, so Beth had kept watch on the area for most of the afternoon. Of course, THEN Diggory had managed to catch up with her after several hours vigilant watching on the bridge. To make a long story short, she'd missed Grosland's perusal of the bridge while running and jumping across the rooftops of San Francisco.

Then that evening as she was catching dinner at a diner, Erin had called her.

"Well, Grosland said she's coming back tomorrow."

"She CONTACTED you?" Beth put her face in her hand. "Are you bloody joking?"

"Yeah. She said she'd explain when she got back. Didja get Fred or Joe or whatever?"

"Darren. And yes, at least this trip wasn't a TOTAL loss." The glass in Beth's hand shattered as she clenched her hand around it tightly. The waiter looked disapproving as he drew nearer, but she gave him a look that warned him away.

So, now, she'd checked into the shmantziest hotel she could find, ordered some fine italian pasta, and settled down to stare at the TV. And she felt utterly dissatisfied with herself.

Well, at least everything will be back to normal tomorrow she thought with a frown. We'll all be back in the apartment with nothing to do but sit on the couch. She turned the TV off, settled deeper into the covers and drifted of to sleep with that comforting thought.