Beauty and the Beast doesn't belong to me.
Notes
"You're not the only one who cares about him," Catherine told JT. She couldn't believe that JT thought she would willingly harm Vincent. She just wanted to make sure that he was fine. JT told her again why it was dangerous for them to even have any contact with each other and while Catherine could appreciate his point she had to see Vincent, she had to know that he was okay.
She didn't even know what see planned to do until she wrote the words how are you and asked JT to give it to Vincent. If she couldn't see him or call him she would write to him.
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Vincent didn't look up from his computer when JT entered the warehouse. He was angry and wanted to shout and hit someone or something and rationally he knew that this wasn't JT's fault that he had to keep away from Catherine in order to keep them safe but he really wanted to see her, to know that she was fine.
He heard JT open a book and tear something out and walk over. He hoped his friend hadn't come up with yet another formula that wasn't going to work. He didn't need it right now.
"Here," JT handed him a page from a notebook.
Vincent read the words; he knew that Catherine had written that note. She had reached out to him inspite of his warnings, inspite of the fact that he had run away from her.
"How was she?"
JT glared at Vincent. Was he the only one who saw that this association…whatever it was between them wasn't going to end well? Being in contact with Catherine exposed them and for all they knew the men who wanted them dead were on their way to the basement right now, and he told his friend as much.
Vincent didn't reply but it was clear from his expression that he was waiting for an answer to his question.
"She's fine," JT replied grudgingly.
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Catherine opened the box and added the latest note to her collection. She knew it was juvenile and silly but she had bought a box in which to keep the notes – she couldn't bring herself to throw out any of the notes Vincent had sent her. There was nothing personal in any of them; they were all related to the case but somehow they made her feel connected to him.
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"Are you serious?" JT asked him.
"It's dark," Vincent replied, "no one will know."
"I'll know," JT said.
"I just need to know that she's fine."
"You know she's fine," JT grumbled, "I just told you that she was fine."
Vincent pulled on his coat and handed for the door. "I'll be careful," he told his friend. JT shook his head wondering why he even ever bothered to give his opinion; no one ever listened to him.
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Catherine looked up as Vincent appeared out of the shadows.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," he replied.
They stared at each other. Catherine had been waging a battle within herself about whether or not to go visit him and she was glad that he actually had found her before she headed in the direction of their warehouse.
"I'm fine," Vincent told her. "How are you?"
"Fine," she smiled at him.
"It's a bit late for a walk, don't you think?"
"I'm a cop," she replied. "I can take care of myself."
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As Catherine reached for her key to open her apartment a folded piece of paper fell out.
It was good to see you, she read. As she went to add it to her collection she thought to herself that two could play that game.
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"You two still pass notes even when you meet face to face?"
Vincent looked at JT in surprise. What was he going on about? JT picked up a folded piece of paper that had Vincent's name written across it and handed it to him. "It fell out when you reached for your phone," he explained.
It was good to see you, Vincent read and smiled.
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