"Vincent?" J.T. questioned when he saw him walk inside the warehouse.

"Yeah," He called out and looked as if he was about to head upstairs. Last J.T. knew he went out to 'break-up' with Catherine so he normally would let his friend go upstairs without question but the problem was Vincent seemed happy. Maybe a little too happy. J.T. blocked his way to the stairs.

Vincent sighed but smiled as he was stopped and took a step back.

"What's up with you?" J.T. wondered.

"What do you mean?" Vincent asked.

"You're all, not your usual self. You're smiling. And anyways I was expecting the opposite when you got back from breaking up with her, or whatever." J.T. rambled. When Vincent looked away and didn't reply right away J.T. furrowed his eyebrows. "You did break up with her, right?"

Another moment passed, Vincent looked back at him with a slight smile still on his lips. "Um, not exactly." Was all he said and when J.T. didn't automatically respond, Vincent pushed past him and jogged upstairs.

"Not exactly?" J.T. questioned to himself before running after Vincent. "What's that mean?" He called at him.

Vincent grabbed a water bottle out of his refrigerator and leaned on the counter as he turned to look at J.T.

"She uh, told me she loved me."

J.T. felt his mouth open as he starred. Not only was he unable to close it but he couldn't say anything. Was he shocked? Was he confused? Mad at or worried about Vincent? Maybe even Cat? But, was he surprised? Really?

J.T. Swallowed and crossed his arms awkwardly as he shut his mouth. "What did you tell her?" Maybe he did the right thing and followed through with his earlier plan to leave her. Then again, he doubted that could be why Vincent was in this good mood. Vincent smiled again. "I didn't say anything...at first."

"But what did you do after she said…that?" J.T. urged.

"I kissed her." Vincent studied his friend as his mouth popped open again and his eyes widened slightly as he starred back.

"Oh my god," Was the first thing he said after recovering slightly.

"What?" Vincent called as J.T. turned and headed to the stairs again.

"I'm getting a Tums!"

Catherine woke up a few minutes before her alarm went off. She was surprised seeing how she was up late with everything that happened last night but despite everything, she smiled as she sat up. She felt wrong to even consider the fact that last night might be the best night she's ever had.

She sighed as she thought about well, every other thing that happened to her last night. Her thoughts went right to Heather and she turned off the alarm as it went off before standing and quietly moving to her room down the hall. Catherine quietly opened her door and peeked inside. Heather was fast asleep. She seemed peaceful finally and Catherine smiled slightly as she shut the door. She couldn't go to work today. She wouldn't. But she could imagine the state it was in. Chaos. With Joe's younger brother dead she could only feel sadness for him. He was probably turning to his wife for comfort but that means her best friend is left alone. She wonders how she's doing. They haven't been on the best of terms lately but the thought of her grieving and alone saddened her.

Cat went to her kitchen and started to make coffee. Trying to dim her happy mood with the events that happened yesterday worked and was taking its toll. As she curled up on her couch with her coffee she became lost in thought, but once more, she caught herself falling into a smile as she thought of Vincent.

She yearned to see him again. Catherine knew they would have to face a bunch of new problems with this but she felt she deserved to be happy. At least for now. She wanted to see him.

She knew it was wrong though. She couldn't leave Heather alone and she couldn't ask him to come back here. It felt wrong to think of him here and her being happy with her baby sister miserable just down the hall.

They're in a mess, to say the least. She knew with Darius dead, Joe wouldn't stop with finding his killer. Who happens to be the love of her life that was just protecting her little sister. Catherine felt torn.

She sighed as she sipped her coffee.

She jumped suddenly as her phone went off. She was quick to grab it so it not wake up Heather. "Chandler." Catherine responded.

"Cat," Tess replied. Catherine was surprised.

"Tess?" She questioned as if she didn't believe it.

"How's Heather?" She asked.

"She's sleeping now. She seemed okay for the most part, after she calmed down a little."

"You have to come in tomorrow."

"Why specifically tomorrow?"

"Joe is going to give a big speech about finding this thing that killed- you know. He's in the office now. He was drinking when I went to check on him."

"It's still morning," She pointed out the obvious.

"I know Cat. He's- he's pretty messed up. I tried to help him but-." Her voice died down and Catherine heard her take a deep breath. "Will you promise me you'll be here tomorrow?"

"Yes. Tess I promise." Catherine said right away, feeling for her friend. She needed to hear what their plans were about hunting down the 'Beast' and even without that, she wanted to be there for her friends.

"Thanks," Tess answered simply and disconnected.

Catherine sent out a text to J.T. making sure to keep Vincent inside. He didn't respond and she figured Vincent told him what happened. She also couldn't text Vincent and tell him herself. Trust her, she wanted to see him. To at least hear from him since last night but then again at the same time it made her nervous.

A few hours later Heather woke up. Catherine was taking care of her late breakfast dishes when Heather stumbled out of her room. Her pajamas were ruffled, her hair messed up and her eyes still tired and empty. Catherine frowned as she came to sit on the couch.

"Hey." Catherine greeted.

"Hey," Heather said. Catherine walked up to her and sat down. She pulled her in a hug and Heather relaxed into the touch.

"Do you want breakfast…or lunch. You must be hungry." Catherine asked and felt Heather shake her head.

"It's fine Cat. You don't have to get me everything and watch over me." Heather pulled away. Catherine put a hand over hers. "I just want to make sure you're okay,"

"Thank you." Was all Heather said. She gave another hug before standing and walking back to her room. "But I'll get something later."

As her door shut Catherine sighed.

As more useless hours passed Catherine grew anxious to see Vincent. With all this time on her hands Catherine had a lot to worry about. A lot to think about. And despite all this time to think about her friends, her family, time to worry about what was going down at work, what will be by tomorrow, she couldn't deny the fact that all she wanted right now was to get to see Vincent.

As the afternoon crept into evening she starred at her phone. Should she tell J.T. it was safe? Then Vincent would come here. But it really wasn't safe. Not now. Maybe she could just call him. But say what exactly? It couldn't be compared to seeing him. She wanted to talk to him, to be with him.

It grew dark out as the moon and stars came out over the warehouse. J.T. had Vincent cooped up in here all day. He told him he got a text from Catherine saying it wasn't safe. And Vincent understood that but he couldn't help but wonder why she didn't tell him that herself. He beat J.T. at chess again and J.T. sighed.

"I don't know why I even bother," J.T. muttered to himself, causing Vincent to grin. J.T. got up and checked his watch.

"I have class early in the morning. I'm gonna take a shower and get to bed."

"Ok, night." Vincent called as he left the room. Vincent sighed and stood up. He walked to his bed, thinking maybe he should just call it a night but he couldn't. He ended up pacing in front of the bed.

He caused a lot of problems. He caused Catherine a lot of problems. He was sad and angry at himself for not being able to control himself and murdering Joe's younger brother. He knew that kind of pain and knew Joe would never forgive the Beast that did this.

Vincent lashed out and hit his punching bag.

Vincent rubbed his face then sat at the end of his bed and let out a deep breath. He wondered what Catherine was doing. He figured she was at home with Heather. Trying to fix a mess he caused.

He hoped tomorrow would be better. He was going to see Catherine tomorrow if he's supposed to or not. He has to see her again.

Hopefully she feels the same.