Well hello guys! :D I bring you this new VinCat story! It will be finished before the Situation! So I'll most likely be posting a chapter of this story every day or every other day! Yesss woooo! Haha This story is based on a film I saw a longggg time ago that I loved! It's filled with twist and turns and romance and other good stuff! I was also inspired by my beautiful sister, Tiffany! She also writes amazing VinCat stories on fanfiction! Please read her stories! (TiffanyNida69) She is so hard working with a hectic life but writing is something she loves and she never quits! That encouraged me to try harder myself because it is something I enjoy doing! So I really hope you all like the first chapter! Let me know what you think! Sorry if there are errors! I'm not perfect xP

*DISCLAIMER* I don't own BATB or the characters, I'm just borrowing them for the time being.

Chapter 1: Prisoner

Prologue

Her breath was labored as she made her way through the crowded woods. She heard the dogs bark faintly in the background so she ran even faster. At her raging pace, she could barely see anything. It was daylight but there was a branch or a tree she had to dodge every few seconds. She stopped working her worn out shoes and took a moment to look around. A very quick moment. She still was in a sense of panic as her green eyes magnified anything around her that could be alarming. She didn't see anyone but she knew they were close. She didn't waste anymore time as she prepared herself to run again. Just as she took off, she heard the footsteps grow louder and louder. Her eyes enlarged in horror, they seemed to be coming from every direction. She forced herself to keep moving, she had to no matter what.

"U.S. Marshall! Stop!" He blared out as he charged behind her, finally spotting her.

The force of the wind and leaves brushed her face as she glanced back at the man in uniform, threatening to use his gun. But still she didn't stop, she kept moving even though him and his men were right on her tail.

"Stop running! Hold it right there!" He screamed with authority. She stopped abruptly as she saw the men running towards her in the opposite direction. She looks around and saw that she was surrounded. There was no where to run. She took in deep breaths at their guns all aimed at her.

"Get on your knees! Hands in the air!" The leader of the specialized team ordered.

She fell to her knees and raised her hands slowly. She tried to remain calm even as the attacking dogs were inches from her, going erratic.

The man made his way in front of her, still in his procedural stance. "Where is he?!" WHERE is he?!" He repeated, with a defining rage. Catherine looked up at him slowly and just kept her hands raised. Not speaking a single word.

Two Weeks Earlier

She sighed leaning against the brick wall of the building, watching the little kids play football in the field.

"Catherine!" Said the blonde haired woman as she made her way towards her. Catherine instantly pushed herself off the wall and stood straight, giving the female her undivided attention. The female clicked her heels against the cement as she walked up with a message to deliver.

"Evan just finished his speech. Now this is a prime photo op." She began as she unlatched the circular pen in her hand. She held the flap of Catherine's suit jacket as she pushed the voter's pin through the fabric so she could wear it. "Remember to make eye contact, especially during the walk to the car." She said to her, straightening the way the pen set, brushing off her jacket before returning her hands to her sides.

Catherine glanced down at the pen and then nodded her head.

"Okay, you know I've done this dog and pony show for two months now, I think I have it down." She said, giving Claire a knowing look.

Claire gave her a grin as she reached to open the door they were entering. "Of course you do." She teased, slightly pushing Catherine inside. "Now let's get you by your husband's side." She said shortly as they entered the building.

Catherine took a small breath and then instantly planted a big smile on her face as Claire reminded her to do. She watched closely at all the people and interviewers clapping for the man on the stage. She looked on the stage to see Evan and walked in that direction. He made his way off the stage, shaking a few hands and standing for multiple shots to be taken. She slightly smiled as she rubbed his back in a warming way.

"Hi honey." She said, in a rather odd voice since they were surrounded.

He looked to her and smiled. "Hey." He said before giving her a slight kiss. He then pulled away and looked back to the hungry men with camera's, holding her side as they snapped shots of the couple.

Catherine maintained her fixed smile, looking in every direction she could. Evan glanced at her smiling as well.

"Try one more time, that one felt a bit forced." Evan shot at her with his tight smile and Catherine pressed her lips together and put on another smile, acting as if he wasn't giving her lessons on how to smile right now.

"You look beautiful honey." Evan managed to speak again without taking his eyes off the paparazzi. Catherine remained content, not saying anything back. She was just waiting for this to be over.

"You never even voted before you met him. It's Evan's dream, not yours." Tess said, trying to talk some sense into her best friend.

She leaned back in the chair by the pool and closed her book she was reading on her hand to keep the page. "I voted!" Catherine threw back, not even sure she believed herself. "And I'm doing this because I love my husband." She justified.

Tess rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Yeah but your not in-love with him." She spilled and Catherine gave her a look in disbelief.

"Ohhh I'm happy to hear you believe I've spent the last eight years in a loveless marriage. Gee" She said sarcastically.

Tess shrugged her shoulders. "Well..I think you've spent eight years hiding in a controlling one." She said honestly and Catherine released a large breath.

"Look...I chose to marry Evan. And everything that that entailed." She resulted in and Tess gave her a brief look of confusion. She didn't understand why she was putting herself through this. Before she could respond she saw one of the her swimmers emerge out the water, sneaking to the back room.

Tess jolted out the chair and pointed at the young teenager. "Hey! Don't think I don't see you! I want you here 5 sharp tomorrow! We need to double your sprints!" Shouted Tess and the girl's shoulders slumped but she nodded her head and continued to walk.

Catherine laughed, looking down at her book again. Tess took a seat and looked at her strange.

"What?" She asked.

"I'm sorry." Catherine held her mouth, slowing down her laughter.

"Someone has to crack the whip a few times." Tess said in an almost evil smirk.

Catherine smiled at her proud. "You're doing an amazing job, really. To tell you the truth..I really miss this." She ended up saying, happy to be spending time with her. Tess smiled at her as if to say me too. Catherine finally stopped on a page in the book filled with strip of fabric.

"I like the satin." Catherine decided and Tess closed her eyes, thrilled she finally picked a type.

"Thank God! Me too." Tess agreed, mainly because she was tired of looking at fabric choices.

"Yeah?" Catherine asked just to confirm it. "It's gonna look so pretty." She ran her fingers over the texture, looking forward to doing some redecorating.

Washington State Prison

He walked in the field, circled with gray brick and bob wire. His orange jumpsuit hung on him as he walked around, watching everybody else but keeping to himself. The guards carried some lunatic out the circle that had gotten into a bloody fight. Vincent kept walking but he could feel the other men on his back. They were following him and he honestly didn't want to start anything today.

"Don't start something you can't finish." He suddenly spoke with his deep voice without looking back at the shorter guy.

The guy smirked, pulling his black cap tighter on his head. "Your the one that's gonna be finished punk!" He said just as he sprung forward to attack Vincent with his clinched fist.

Vincent quickly moved out the way, grabbing the guys arm tightly as he kneed him in the stomach. His elbow struck the man once in the back and he groaned as he hit the hard dirt. People were already gathered around, cheering anyone of them on. A slightly older man decided to help the beaten guy and ran at Vincent full speed. Before he could touch him, Vincent lifted his leg and kicked him in the chest. The gray haired man stumbled back a few feet but quickly regained his posture. He was surprised at the pain he was stricken with as Vincent threw a punch at his face. Vincent finished him off by kicking him in the leg and the guy screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. He held his possibly broken leg securely as his eyes shut tight. Vincent was still ready to attack as he hovered over the injured man, waiting to see if he would get up. To see if anyone else was going to try something. And of course, there was. Another guy who was much bigger than Vincent, who thought he could take him.

One of the security guards watched from above and cut on his standard walkie talkie.

"Sir take a look, there's a situation in the south clot. It's Keller." He breathed the name into the mic.

Evan watched the fight himself from above as the men reported the news to him. "We have a target on his back." They spoke through the device.

"Let him finish, then end it." Evan responded with his eyes fixated on the scene that was surely about to end badly for the bigger guy.

The heavier man was hit in the gut with a life ending shot and then took another blow to the face. He looked to Vincent almost instantly regretting his decision to fight. Vincent's eyes were cold and filled with anger. He didn't even want to fight but he wasn't gonna be pushed around in here. He punched the man one last time and that one put him to sleep.

Evan had seen enough and signaled the guards before walking off.

The guards immediately proceeded with shots to scare the men and they all dropped to the ground, with their face contacting the brown grass. Vincent grinded his teeth, crossing his palms over his head in silence. He already knew they were coming over to get him. He was lifted off the ground by the two armed security and they walked him out the arena to the office.

"A safer future..today." Spoke Evan into the small recorder in his clutching hands. He was recording himself, practicing his speech. He then heard three knocks on the door to his office. He turned around, "Enter." He said once to whomever was visiting him.

Vincent and one of the old guards walked into the room. Vincent walked in looking agitated with his shortened hair rustled. He looked to the man in the suit, giving him an uncaring look. Evan waved his hand to the chair, signaling Vincent to take a seat.

Vincent breathed out his nose and looked around the office before making his way to the leather chair.

"He'll be right out George." Evan said to the older guy and he smiled slightly and crawled his way out the room.

Vincent plumped in the seat, briefly running his hand over his mouth as Evan took a seat across from him.

"So what is that?" Evan started, looking at the convict. "4 fights this month?" He asked, with a touch of humor.

Vincent's stare landed on him as he carelessly shook his head, "Self defense." He spit back.

"Assault." Evan finished as Vincent continued to give him his look, "But..that's besides the point. " Evan continued. "Your a marked man, top of the food chain and...I can't have that." Evan explained and Vincent looked off to the side for a moment.

"I need to get you out of the equation." Evan breathed and Vincent slowly looked back at him.

"I'm not going back to solitary." He spoke firmly.

Evan gave him a slight smile, almost humored he thought he had a decision in this. "You'll go where I say you go." He shot back, exhaling deeply. "I'm putting you on work furlough. It's hard work, it pays four dollars and eighty-four cent a week."

Vincent almost laughed but he continued to listen.

"And it gets you out of my prison." Evan finally said, resting that to be the best point. Vincent continued to listen, wondering where this was going.

"But I can't put a murdered into general population. It doesn't look good." Evan made clear, giving a small frown. "So...I'm assigning you to my farm detail. Starting tomorrow."

Vincent sat there and took in the new information, deciding not to say anything. It was better than being in this place. He looked back when there was another knock on the door.

"Enter." Evan said in his practiced voice.

She walked in with her books in hand and her dark blue dress flowing around. She immediately looked to Vincent, not expecting to see anyone but her husband. She looked to Evan as if she made a mistake as she stopped her barging in.

"Oh! I'm..sorry, I saw George I just didn't realize you-" She rambled over her own words. As she back up quickly, her gripped loosened on the books and they all crashed to the ground. She shut her eyes and silently cursed as she bent down to pick them up. She was a little embarrassed and slightly alarmed when the unknown prisoner met her half way to help her collect them.

"Nonsense, we're done here." Spoke Evan as he stretched in his rolling chair.

Vincent picked up the last file and rose as she did, placing them back in her hands.

"Thank you." Catherine said shortly, barely glancing at him as Evan made his way between them. She smiled slightly as he placed a small kiss on her cheek.

"Hey.." He breathed out before turning around to look back at Vincent. "Mr. Keller, this is my wife. She teaches GED classes here at the prison, she also oversees everything at the farm."

Catherine slightly smiled looking back to Vincent, nodding her head almost in an awkward way.

Vincent looked down, giving a blank look before slowly looking up at her. He was always nonchalant about most things but an unusual twig of interest brimmed in his glare. Catherine looked back at him before Evan's voice filled the room again calling George back in. He looked back to his wife.

"Catherine..." She instantly looked up at him, "Mr. Keller will be joining us at the farm tomorrow." He acknowledged and Catherine indulged the information and replied with an oh as she glanced back at the man in orange.

"Yes sir?" Asked George as he made his way into the fancy office.

"Could you take this prisoner back to the block please." He commanded, rather than asking. Vincent thrusted his hands in the pockets of his jumper as George gripped onto his arm, pulling him out the room.

Catherine looked at Evan as he pulled his suit jacket on.

"We're having a prompt due strategy session at the house tonight." he began saying, looking back at Catherine, " You'll have to make some appetizer's." He said, fixing the collar on his jacket.

Catherine gave an uninterested look, simply placing her hand at the back of her neck to fiddle there. "Oh..okay." She returned, unhappy.

"Catherine.." He sighed her name, placing his hands on her shoulder's, "there's that tone again. This is for us, you know that." He tried to reason as she shook her head. "Mayor is just..one step in the long run for us together." He spoke the words as if they were practiced and she smiled, knowing she'd heard this before as she breathed out the word together as he did. She tried to smile and he gave her a small kiss on the lips.

"Mkay." She finally settled with as they made their way out his office.

A/N

SOOOO!? Haha please let me know what you think! REVIEW PLEASE :D I should be posting the next chapter tomorrow! Or should I even continue? Lol Byeeee! (goes to write The Situation)

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