A/N: Hello fanfic friends! Had some spare time and thought, why not give a try at a crossover story? Just here to have fun, I do not own any of these characters and do not get any form of compensation for this story. This fanfic about the characters (and actors) we love is purely for fun and nothing else! My first try at crossing over so let's have fun with it!

PART 1

"Tess, what are we even doing here if this is a suicide?" Detective Catherine Chandler asked her partner while looking somberly at the lifeless body laying in the bed.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Tess replied, leaning over the body. The victim was Todd Taylor, a middle-aged male, no signs of struggle, no visible signs of trauma. He looked as if he died in his sleep.

"Hmm... well, his wife did state that he was terminally ill. So maybe it was natural causes," Catherine surmised. That seemed plausible but if that were the case then their boss, Joe, wouldn't have sent her and Tess to investigate.

Tess straightened up and shrugged, "I don't know. Could be. But the wife also insists he must have consumed something. Joe knew the victim and the victim's wife. Neither he nor the wife believe he would commit suicide."

"Do they think someone gave him something? To put in his drink?" Catherine asked, eyeing the empty champagne glass on the night stand. Tess nodded.

"Yep, looks like it."

"Well, how about I go follow up with the victim's doctor," Catherine continued, "I'll find out exactly how long he was expected to live since the wife is sure it can't be natural causes either."

"Sounds good," Tess agreed, "I'll stick around here and get more info from Mrs. Taylor. Meet me back at the precinct."

Cat nodded then left Tess in the bedroom.

As soon as Cat stepped outside of the victim's house, she notified the officers waiting out front that Evan, the medical examiner, would be arriving shortly . She then turned around and was about to walk towards her car parked on the driveway when suddenly her heart skipped a beat and she immediately froze in her tracks. Walking towards her was a tall, ruggedly handsome man that looked almost exactly like Vincent.

Vincent.

The man in hiding that she and his best friend, JT, have been protecting from the grips of Muirfield. The man that she had secretly fallen in love with but his attention suddenly went to his ex-fiance, Alex, as soon as she popped back into the picture. Catherine hadn't seen Vincent since getting him out of being arrested when he was out with Alex one night a few days ago. That same night, Catherine had gone to Vincent and told him that she wanted to be with him but he told her his choice wasn't so clear. After that night, she decided she wasn't going to be his second choice so she stayed away.

Catherine blinked twice thinking perhaps she was imagining it but as the stranger approached closer to her, she realized that he indeed had a very uncanny resemblance to Vincent. Only this guy's hair was much shorter, he looked a tad bit older (but that could be due to the darker more grown out goatee), and he didn't have a scar on his face.

He was looking straight ahead, walking with a purpose and seemed to have something on his mind so much so that he didn't notice Catherine until she stepped in front of him, blocking his way towards the front entrance of the house.

"Excuse me, sir, this is a potential crime scene. You shouldn't be here," Catherine said, her arm stretched out and palm facing him.

"Uhh.. sorry?" he answered, snapping out of his gaze and looking down at her.

"I said 'you shouldn't be here, this is a potential crime scene'," she repeated herself, looking up at him. Gawd, he looks so much like Vincent... even slightly sounds like him. "Who are you?" Catherine thought to herself but then realized she said it out loud.

"Wesley," he held his hand out, " Detective Ben Wesley. Homicide. And you?"

"Chandler," Cat shook his hand briefly, "Detective Catherine Chandler. Special crimes."

Ben showed her his badge to confirm his identity.

"Now that we've introduced ourselves," Catherine wanted to get straight to the point, "Can I ask what you're doing here, Detective?"

Ben couldn't help but smile at Catherine's no-nonsense attitude and thought even though he was a very confident and strong 6'1" tall guy, he found this gorgeous petite woman quite intimidating.

"I happened to be in the area and saw the squad cars out here. Thought maybe I could lend a hand," Ben answered. " That is, if you need it."

Catherine shook her head. "Nope, we're good here. Thanks for the offer though."

"Well then, I'll be on my way."

"Thanks for stopping by," Catherine smiled, still trying to size him up.

Ben turned to walk away, then paused and turned back towards Catherine.

"Can I ask a question?" he asked.

"Sure," she responded.

"What happened here?"

"Suicide."

"Suicide?" Ben asked, his brows raised. "Then why the need for the special crimes unit?"

Catherine took a moment before answering, "High profile victim. There are some issues surrounding his death that question the likelihood it was an actual suicide. So, that's why we're here."

Ben nodded his head slowly, his brows furrowed. "Well, that's interesting."

"It is indeed," Cat responded, then continued. "Detective Wesley - "

"Call me Ben," he smiled.

"Ben," she smiled back, "It was nice meeting you but I really have to go."

"I understand. Thanks for your time," he held out his hand to her and they shook once more.

Catherine watched as he walked away, her intuition telling her there was something more to this guy.

"Mary, it's Ben. Give me a call as soon as you get this message."

Ben hung up then placed his phone in his back pocket as he walked back to his truck. He needed to speak with her soon. He needed to find out if she knew the victim in the case that Detective Catherine Chandler was investigating. Ben paused a moment before turning the ignition. He watched as the young, gorgeous detective got into her car. He thought he saw her look at him as if she knew him. But he would have definitely remembered her if they had met before today. He knew there was no way he could forget a beautiful face like hers.

Ben sighed then lit a cigarette. One thing was certain, if Mary had any involvement in Catherine's case, he wasn't sure how he would be able to cover her. In that short meeting with Catherine, he could tell that Detective Chandler wasn't the type to let her cases go unsolved.

A couple of hours later, Cat met Tess back at the precinct. They shared the information they gathered so far with their boss, Joe. Apparently the victim was in the later stages of a terminal illness but according to his doctor, as long as he kept up treatments he was expected to live atleast another year or two. They were also told by Mrs. Taylor that she and her husband were even planning a trip to Asia to try out some non-traditional treatments.

"I don't know, Joe. Based on what we've seen and heard so far, it really does appear to be a suicide," Tess warily said to their boss knowing that Mr. Taylor was a friend of his. Cat nodded slowly in agreement with her partner.

Joe sighed and shook his head, his jaw clenched, then looked at his two detectives.

"Look, I know what it appears to look like," he spoke with conviction, "but my gut and experience tells me there's something else going on here. Now, I'll wait on what Evan's report says along with the toxicology report, sure. But in the meantime, I need you two to treat this as any case. Look deep and hard into it, give me all you got on this, just like you both always do. He was a victim like anyone else in an investigation but he was my friend, too."

Tess and Cat both nodded, fully understanding where Joe was coming from, then left his office. They had a couple of more people to interview before calling it a day. Meanwhile, the body of Mr. Todd Taylor was now in the morgue with the medical examiner, Evan, who would be doing the autopsy.

"Ben, I got your message. What is it?"

Mary met Ben at his trailer. He was sitting in a chair out front, cigarette in one hand, glass of whiskey in the other. She took a seat in the chair next to him. Ben took a drag of his cigarette then put it out.

"Mary, I need to ask you a few questions and I just need you to be completely honest with me."

"Ofcourse."

Ben turned his chair a bit to face Mary, then leaned his forearms over his knees. He looked straight at her and asked, "Have you ever had any interactions with a Mr. Todd Taylor? He was a patient that was suffering from a terminal illness. He was found dead at his residence by his wife earlier today... supposedly committed suicide."

Mary sighed then looked into Ben's eyes.

"Yes," she nodded. "I have."

Ben let out a breath and sat back, closing his eyes for a moment. Shit.

"In what capacity?" Ben had to ask. The more he knew, the better he could figure out a way to protect her if he had to.

"Do I really have to say it? Because I think you know." Mary looked down.

Ben shook his head. Fuck. He finished his drink and set the glass down onto the rickety table between them. He knew all about Mary's 'side business' since he had actually met her while investigating her for a young man's supposed doctor-assisted-suicide. He developed strong feelings for her and as time went on, he managed to get her out of the police investigation radar. He still wasn't sure where he actually stood on the topic but he knew that he cared deeply for her and that she was more than just a sexual partner to him, and that he would do whatever he could to keep her from getting caught.

"Then we might have a problem. But, if you tell me everything - and I mean everything, then maybe we won't have a problem."

Mary sighed again, then lit her own cigarette. She took a drag before responding.

"Ben, there's nothing much to tell. He came to me and Des. We provided him with what he needed in order for him to transition forward, and to do it on his own terms. That's it, nothing else, end of story."

"You make it sound so simple." Ben shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Believe me, it wasn't simple. It never is. But I can tell you there is no paper trail. No one will find anything on me. Nor Des. They won't even look in our direction!" she tried to assure him.

Mary put her cigarette out and stood up, she held her hands out to Ben. He got up from his chair and took her hands in his. He stared deep into her blue eyes. From the moment he started having feelings for her, he put his career in jeopardy. He became an accomplice. There was no turning back for him, not while he still cared about her.

"Trust me, you have nothing to worry about," she stared back into his eyes.

"I trust you, but I think you should know that the detective on the case seems pretty damn thorough. She won't leave any stone unturned."

Mary frowned at that, "Well, I would hope every detective is thorough and leaves no stones unturned. But really, no matter how good a detective she is, she won't find anything on me."

Ben nodded, "Okay then. I'll let you know if I find out anything else, but I doubt I will. It's not my jurisdiction." He placed his hand at the side of her face, "Just be careful. Be very, very careful."