Chapter II

Although his father had told him what had happened while he was in London, to hear talk of Catherine herself, it was completely different. Mark listened intently.

When Cat told Tess that she was pregnant, little could suspect that Vincent had just entered the room, bringing two cold beers.

From there, everything went crazy.

- I limited myself to look at him .- told his brother, as he took the coffee he had invited her -. ... And I knew what he was thinking she ducked -. Then all were screaming ... "How could this be possible? That what went wrong?" ... You can imagine ...

His brother nodded.

- I told him everything that possibly had spent those days had not been as careful as ever ... and then I saw his eyes became yellow ... he came to me and told me that if it was true we had to talk to Evan and fix it.

- ... And you told him no ...

- Yes ... - he bit his lip -. Before that, they had entered Rebecca and Stuart who were on the porch. On hearing the cries came Papa, my sister, Evan, Jt, and Lynn ... luckily they had reflexes and took the guests with a good excuse out there ...

Mark leaned back in his chair.

-... And then it was when all hell broke loose...

Catherine nodded.

-. "... I said it was too early to make that decision ... and started yelling, we could not have that child, that would be a deformed, a monster ... he thought we agreed that ... I said, it was early, we had to wait, but not listened to me .. he just shook his head from side to side and say no ... In the end, was blunt, would abort or he was going. I could not help and I began to mourn .

Tess tried to get in the middle and stood among Jt turn, which made a good blow carry. Vincent grabbed my arm and then appeared Evan ... I will not forget the sight of Evan when Vincent grabbed his neck and stuck to the wall ... I could see the expression on his face and knew what they had done to him those bastards of the Consortium ... He gave Vincent arm and the two began to move opposite each other like lions waiting to attack .. .- took the cup in both hands and lifted it to his mouth -. I can still see .."

-... And that's when dad intervened ..

- .. I do not know what to do, everything was going so fast I could not think coldly ... I tried to catch Vincent to have him leave but he squirmed and pushed me ... I was practically converted ... not hurt me ... but dad took his gun and pointed it at his head ...

-... And that's when he crushed the piano ...

- ... I guess it was better than the head of his father in law ... And after that he went .. I looked at Stuart, thinking it would go after him but he said he awaited in peace .. had to calm down ...

-... And it makes more or less a month ...

Cat nodded.

- This morning I have seen again and been more relaxed. - Said the latter slowly. Mark smiled -. But you keep thinking the same thing ... and that has had during that time close Evan and Jt, to explain things calmly, but afraid ... afraid infatuated with this child and then things go wrong.

Mark interrupted.

- I understand ... It's hard ..

- I know Mark, but something inside me tells me that everything will go well .. I know exactly when it happened, when I got pregnant ... We were both ...

His brother raised his hand.

- If you do not mind ... save yourself the details - he said with disgust face

She smiled. He lowered his voice as he spoke.

- Only one thing, I was under the influence of drugs Gabe's . The drug did Jt, to Sam. Mark you realize, the two were the same ... I fully clear transformation, but both genes were bestial ... can not be a coincidence ...

Mark remained serious to hear you say that. Cat noticed.

- Something wrong?

His brother smiled.

- Nothing ... and you're right that can not be a coincidence ... Long ago that I realized that there are no .. .- he rose from his chair -. We better go, we have to go the scene of the crimes and closer to that famous bar ... Put on your sunglasses ... just in case ...

Cat got up and went after him.

They spent all morning near the port, watching the leisure area of Moday puesro had been examining the places where they had found the bodies, very close to each other ... They ate in a restaurant near the police station and then were there to preparing the operation of the night, under the watchful eye of a captain suspicious.

By mid-afternoon, they reached the apartment Cat. She went to change clothes.

Had to stay in the bar, at about 7.

Mark stood in the hall as she entered the room.

- Do you know what you do not?

Cat from inside replied:

Sure ... I have very clear what I do ... We have to find everyone who left the Baker and bring them to justice ..

Mark smirked.

- The justice has been very good ... So when you say my father, I almost think so ... .- he said as he took a look at the pictures of Vincent and Cat, carefully placed in different places in the room.

Cat looked out into the hallway while trying to fasten tight black leather pants and waist dangerously low. She spoke with him, convinced what she was saying.

- True, we agreed that we would do the job, I contant with police .. You and I are the example ... We have spent a case that may be related and are ... .- it reentered in and took off her blouse to wear a brown leather top, shorts and tights -. I think, Mark, that we should trust that dad has realized that it can not fight against all this ijn the clandestine ... is too big ...

Mark smiled again.

- Papa, you are not alone ... Cat.

She came back out, collecting her long hair into a high ponytail.

- You do not suppose you're working on your own with ...?

- - ¿ Stuart and company finished the sentence for her. I do not know, just landed in London, but I very surprised if they were watching the time ... .They have many outstanding bills ...

Mark heard the sound of heels coming down the hall and turned as he heard her about.

- But the deal with the director was Reagan who wanted it got quiet. Withdraw the order for his arrest and let him live in peace, if promised dedicate ... .- said the first thing that came to mind -. ... Gardening. I did not want hanging around here ... you know that Dad with these people, shoot first and ask después.- stood before him -. What am I?

His sister was gone and in its place a spectacular woman, staring at him while hoops earrings set.

He cleared his throat.

- Nobody would say you're pregnant ... or you're a cop ... and also look younger.

She smiled at that.

- Being pregnant has nothing to do with making things ... and also I'm honest, I feel great ... if it were not for ... .- her expression changed.

- Vincent ... .. It must be horrible ... - Cat told him sympathetically.

- I do not know well ... .- grabbed a leather bag and put it behind her back. We've been all month distanced ... I here with Heather, and he with Jt.

Mark nodded.

- I know ... Rebecca is at home in Riverside ...

- Had every right ... is yours more than mine. I asked him to stay there, it hurt me leave, hoping that by me living there with him ...- sighed -. I do not know if we will return to that house, I'm about to lose hope ...

Mark went to her and grabbed her shoulders.

- Come ... you'll see ... He loves you too and wants your son ...

Cat grabbed the arms of his brother.

- I hope you're right ... .- change of subject -. Well let's go, we have the right time ... Where will you be? .. For those who are prowling around there are ...- raised an eyebrow -... both know what they may be, they will hear us if there is a crowd, talk by transmitters ...

- I know ... why not take none. You go by taxi there I will follow you and when open, I will come and I will place much out of the way ... It's Friday night, I'm sure that no one will notice me too.

- But these beasts know us?

- It canbut do not think. - He looked up and down -. ... and to me, it is difficult, the two bosses of the family, in this part of the world, were my uncle and my father ... .- cost slightly keep talking -... Kevin and I were pawns external ...

Cat stroked his face.

- Do you miss them so much, right?

He nodded, taking the hand of his little sister.

- Much ... every hour, every day. We have always been a family "too" united ... the missing, is not much to note ... But now is not the time for that ... we go ...

He walked to the door and turned to pass to Cat, but she had been standing, directing his gaze to the balcony door. Sadness its way into your heart ... no sense to wait ... not going to come ..

- Cat! We have to go ...-He said, to make her move. He was sure why she looked toward there ..

She took a deep breath and left the apartment, followed by Mark.


They had not reached the stairs, when Vincent, carefully opened the balcony door. Where the hell have gotten Cat, the keys to the Mustang? He ran a quick glance the room. and suddenly, it was agreed ... In the entrance tray. He was over there.

He took them and opened the door to leave.

He had come to the apartment just in time to see his wife as changing clothes, and spoke with Mark. He had realized immediately that it was he was your new partner ... Frank Reagan, sure, it had to do with that.

Remained on the balcony, and when he saw, as she dressed, he realized that Cat would not go anywhere alone. In his state did not suit him to risk ...

He shook his head from side to side. Just a few hours before, just thought that Cat had to abort and now, only thought to protect her and their children ... It still seemed incredible to say it ... but it was ... He smiled at the thought. His view of things had changed radically in seconds ... and all thanks to that pair of mad scientists who had to endure.

He left to the apartment, heading to the garage to pick up her wife's car. He did not need to see her to follow, but if he did, better.


Tess left work later than she used it. Being those hoursat the hospital had decided it was better to stay a while more to compensate their peers. It was not a long way from home and walking was doing well. The exercise was going well, especially for dreamless sleep.

The afternoon was quite entertaining and did not have much time to think, which appreciated. Sometimes she thought her head was going to explode. All she had in itself, but Jt, but Cat and her baby and Vincent, threatened to drive her crazy.

As much as Vincent is bent on that she should think, with the help of psychologists begin to take medication, that was impossible. She does not think she could do without those pills.

As she walked toward her apartment, in the light of an October sunset, trying to think clearly, in the portrait in pencil, Jo and his friend, the forensic handsome, had shown her.

She had no doubt who it was.

The dream that was repeated over and over in her head, it was real. She had been at his side, breathing, crawling until she was at his mercy ..

She hugged herself when she felt a shiver down her spine and a warmth that flooded inside, while her heartbeat quickened and fast dizziness made her close her eyes for a few seconds. Another panic attack.

She clung to a lamppost and breathed deeply a few times, trying to control. Little by little was achieved. He walked slowly.

He came to the block where her apartment and turned left at the first street to reach to her portal when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind, grabbing her waist strong.

Tess squirmed and pulling out a small, new gun she carried in his trouser belt, pushed his attacker against the wall and put it in the womb.

Only then did she realize that the person who looked downright scared, was none other than Joe. She swallowed and slowly turned away from him.

- Tess ... I'm ... .- he said slowly, taking the gun and saving it him.

She nodded, not knowing what to say. Her hands were shaking, Joe took them and put them in his.

- Come, let's go home ...

He said nothing but gave them her hands and grabbed her shoulders. Together they entered the portal and went to the elevator.


Catherine had no problem adjusting to work behind the bar counter on a Saturday night. It was like riding a bike, once you've been a waitress, never forget.

Her companions were not so young, as she had first imagined and had to admit, they did their job very well. Provocative, but always with a limit. Seeing them understand how this place had become so fashionable in those days ...

He was bartending one after the other, under the watchful eye of Mark that followed, her movements, while keeping attention on anything suspicious.

For now, they had not seen anything strange, and people who came to the bar counter could be drunk, but not drugged.

When they were close to midnight, a song filled the bar, "Sugar" Marron 5, Cat, could not help but to dance while attending to customers. One of the girls saw her moving her hips, sheathed in those tight pants and taking her hand, approached her the steps leading up to the bar.

- No ... no ..- tried to escape, smiling slightly embarrassed.

- Come Catherine .. all we do. - She said smiling -. It's fun, let yourself go ... - winked. -. .. but just a little…. -. He gave a look to the local crowded.

Cat smiled and looked at Mark who shrugged his shoulders slightly amused.

She began to dance timidly but music and dance, wrapped and for a moment, forgot all, why it was there and what her life was chaotic. Just wanted to dance and get carried away by the incredible atmosphere that was there that night.

But suddenly, someone grabbed her legs and hanging on his shoulder, crossed with her, all the local up to the street. She could not react at first, but certainly not stopped kicking and punching all the way, because, I had no doubt who was the person who was taking the bar. The person who was ruining a police investigation, related with the doctors who worked for Baker and drugs, person who had left her alone in front of one of the most important decisions of your life

- PUT ME DOWN HERE! .- Started screaming, when they left the bar, trying to release from its captor, something knew was quite impossible-. WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!?

Vincent walked carrying his girl's shoulder until he reached the car. Mark, then walked out the door of the bar and went to them.

Cat felt as strongly grabbed her waist and heard, as he opened the back door.

- ¡I can not believe you've taken my car! .- threw her to the back seat and closed the door with a bang.

Cat could not open from the inside, but if she could roll down the window just in time to see Mark reached their height, reproaching him for his compartamiento to Vincent.

- Fuck, you're thinking! .- Cry ... - just fuck an investigation.!

Vincent stood before him. He did not touch him. Mark kept his distance.

- Take Charge, you !... ..Mi wife and I have much to talk about and also ... - He looked at the bar with growing disgust -. ... I do not think it's the ideal place for a pregnant woman ...

He looked out the car window. He had to move away because a Cat angry, almost managed to beat him.

- VINCENT!I can work perfectly! ... Me out of here, you fucking! ...!I want to go inside ..!

Her husband ignored her.

At that time the bar door opened again. Karen, the owner, and other girls came out.

Vincent saw them and got into the car. He started the engine and went out of there screaming wheel.

Cat had just enough time to tell his brother:

- MARK, COVER ME! Ee will lose everything! - yelled at him.

His brother nodded and watched her go from there. He took a deep breath and turned with an amused smile on his face, tried to make the ability to improvise Robert Reynolds, was hereditary, also in him.


Just in front of the premises, a shadow lit a cigarette, lighting his pale face and slanting eyes. He had seen everything that had happened and could not help but smile as he gave a deep drag, letting the smoke penetrates deep into your lungs. I knew that was not going to die and had always found pleasure in that habit.

He picked up the phone in his pocket and called her "boss".

- "They've been working here tonight, but she has left in her husband's arms ... What why ... Well I think I have a slight idea ... No ... we did nothing ... sure ... they come another day? .. If true, the more entertaining are the better ... the vendors will not be a problem ... the three kids will suffer an overdose as soon as you need ... How are the negotiations? ... I am glad, is inactivity is killing me . This work is too insipid for me ... by the way, do you know anything about the others? ... They can not catch us off guard again ... If I know ... but look Rosenthal had always thought he was untouchable ... and now go you namely that hole will be buried ... if it is.

Okay ... everything will be according to the plan ... but to see if you can get more ... Tell them that this was always expensive, but now, with what happened, the risk is higher and what you offer them is much better than in 13 years ago ...-. That was a fudge ... We are infinitely better than Zhao created to Muirfield-. Infinitely better, that pain in the ass that is Vincent Keller ... Okay ... - threw his cigarette down and crushed it with the heel of his boots-. Do you want to follow them? ... I'm sure they are the ones who have made others disappear ... Yes, but Mike told me, who live apart for a while now ... Okay, go into the meeting and do not worry, men are important, but they are nothing compared to us ... and also you know what we can do when someone hinders us ...

He said goodbye and hung up. He put the phone in his pants pocket and waited to give the 12 ... At that time three young little more than 20 years, reached its height after greeting and gave him three envelopes. Extracted money from each and together, keeping it in the pocket of his pants ...-. He pulled his jacket pocket, three bags with pills and gave each of them.

- One more thing guys ... inside there is a cop ... I want you to see ... that you look good ... but do not let he go for you ... although I do not think he will, he is alone and knows that you are not pawns-. He is a tall, strong guy with black dress shirt and jeans ... I'll be watching and if he comes close, I, I'll get him.


Vincent drove the Mustang at full speed, came around Battery Park in the direction of the Hudson. I had not been 10 minutes driving when stopped. He parked overlooking the river and got out. He did not see anyone around. It was too late for there to be people taking a walk.

He took a deep breath ... had all the way, listening to Cat behind him, kept shouting. She had even tried to pass the front seat, but he, in a subtle slap had sent back again. He turned on the radio not to hear her screams.

Since then, she had been quiet and had not spoken.

Vincent hated such behavior, almost preferred to shout. He had planned to go to the apartment and talk there calmly, but could not hold it. It had to be now, he could not wait any longer.

He opened the door behind the driver and went inside. Cat was sitting still staring out the window.

Vincent licked his lips before speaking, but Cat would not let him start.

- How could you do that? Any other would have ... broken ... ... but you, are you and I let get me out of my job and you meddle me here. He shook his head from side to side constantly, while spoken. He not look at her at any time -. You have no right to do this ...

- Catherine ... - he began, but she interrupted him again.

- I'm working, damn it! .- He ran his hand over face to remove the tears streaming down his cheeks -. This morning you decided to leave me I do with my life, it's not your problem! ...

- CAT! .- He shouted, his eyes turned yellow and his left hand began to tremble. He realized immediately that he was beginning to lose control, which not long ago passed him. Gem had been, that day, forgotten in a drawer in his room at the club.

He closed his eyes for a second and leaned back, put his hand in his pants pocket. She turned from the window and turned to him. Did not say anything.

Vincent swallowed hard and made an effort to look into her eyes.

- I went home this afternoon ...

Cat's eyes widened.

- Have you gone home? .- Something like hope was reflected in his face.

- Yes. ... I had to talk to you ...- she looked down at her hands -. First of all, I want to apologize for my behavior the day of the party ... - swallowed hard again. There had to have done what I did ...

Vincent ... .- Cat looked at him, but he commanded silence.

- Let me finish, please ... I know I've said a thousand times that I do not want to go through this, because something inside me tells me it's going to go wrong ...

He stopped talking for a moment, hoping Cat, interrupted him, but she did not merely stare at him while crisscrossed the fingers still move.

- And ... I do not want to see you suffer Catherine, I do not want you to go through something so hard and me neither, I want to go through something like that ...

He shook his head from side to side. He came a little closer to her, and stretched his arm, hoping she would leave him take her hand. Cat did it and intertwined their fingers. She sighed when she returned to feel his hand in hers.

- ... But, today ... our good friends ..- Vincent continued to stare her. No need to tell to whom.

Cat tight lips smiled, nodding.

- Guess who ...

.. Well if they have shown me, and I suppose if not, today, had been able to beat me up, and that thinking about Evan, no less worrying, I had to stop being scared of everything, and start face it, or I los yout forever .. and demons! .- Threw his head back -. ... .- not wanna lose you a deep breath and exhaled with force -. If you keep this up ... I'm with you ... and as much as I have committed, I guess that's pure pride, I can not live without you ... I can not ...- there was so much sadness in his eyes that she could not avoid, approach him and stroke his face. Vincent closed his eyes, feeling the touch of his skin.

- Vincent, I do not deny my decision has conditioned you, but this has nothing to do with pride, I know, you want me not suffer, we do not suffer ... but the fear of suffering can not obscure hope, hope everything goes well ... -. Gently stroked him lips -... I have by the two, I can assure you, I just want you to be with me ... and if everything goes wrong, together we are strong enough to overcome it, I never had any doubt about it ...

He hugged her strong leaning his forehead on her shoulder.

- You've always been stronger than I, Catherine Chandler ...

She hearing him began to mourn, smiling at a time of pure happiness, while felt as he held her with all his soul.

- Hold me Vincent and never again let me anything.

He did it. He raised his face and began to fill Cat's face, kissing until their lips met after a long time without do it.

They just let them rest in each other's lips ... They kept their eyes open at all times ... They had missed so much!

Vincent pulled away slightly and bowed his head.

- Even if all goes well you know I'll never be a normal father ... I will live much more than ...

Cat gently put a finger to his lips and smiled.

- You will live long and be there for him or her whenever he or she needs you ... .- he shrugged - ... but many things can happen, Vincent, maybe find a way to take away this off ...

He looked into her eyes.

- I do not want to live any longer than you ...- he kissed her finger.

- Will you ... your son will be there and I will always be with you ... always ... and you know I'll always be ready to ...

Vincent shook his head vigorously. He knew what his wife was hinting.

- That never, Cat, never allow it ... .- he looked lights across the river -. If Doc had not died ...

Before knowing that Cat was pregnantthe circumstances had made were fully convinced that he was, in his role as a beast and deep connection between him and Stuart and others, but now turned their doubts ... and after spend that month without his wife realized what would be a lifetime without her. Part of him did not want to stop being what it was, but again ... I could not imagine her die and live.

Cat nuzzled his neck, oblivious to the thoughts of his boy.

-... It will not be necessary, we have our mad scientists ... they will find the way that everything is as it should be ... -. said smiling -. I know I will be happy ... very happy ... now, I am, just for the sake of being with you and that you're with me ...

Vincent looked again. It was so beautiful and thought of him as no one would ... He smiled, it was time to break the news. He took her hands.

- Cat, one thing you do not know ...

She looked puzzled.

- What is? Tell me ...

He looked bare Cat´s belly and perfect .

- Within you there is no a child ...

- What are you saying?-. Hand there was scared.

Vincent shook his head and kept smiling. Picked up their hands.

- ... I'm telling you ... two ... you're expecting two babies ... we are waiting two babies ...

Cat not move a muscle for a few seconds. Then she started talking, nonstop, and gesturing.

- What are we gonna do with two children? and how do you know? Evan did?Will traitor !. To me, did not say anything ... Two children, like Rebecca Oh my God! as Rebecca ... I have to stop working ... well, if it goes not bad, of course ... but ...

Vincent then realized, they could only do one thing to silence her. Took her by the waist and neck, and kissed her hard.

What began as a kiss, mixed with laughter, ended in a deep, passionate kiss once their eyes met, and they realized they were eager.

Clothing quickly took off, still kissing. Once they were completely naked, Catherine straddled over his boy. He felt like he was introduced inside her and was starting to move above him, when she observed his face. There was a strange expression on him.

- What happen? -. she asked, stroking him chest.

Vincent moved his hands to her hips and leaned on her belly.

- I hear them ... It is strange ... but I can feel them ...

Cat grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him with redoubled passion. She pulled away slightly from him and ran his tongue over lips. Vincent watched spellbound.

- I do not think right now they matter much to them ... and I need you ... .- began to move slowly.

Vincent grabbed her hips, and led her, still watching his incredible green eyes.

- I need you too...

Cat smiled and threw his head back, closing her eyes, feeling Vincent inside. He crouched slightly, while enjoying to be with his wife, I filled her neck and kissing her breasts.

Within minutes, the car windows were fogged because of the intense and rapid breathing of the lovers, making them feel isolated from the rest of the world.

When they reached the pleasure, both longing, sweaty and satisfied they hugged tightly. Cat rested her head on his shoulder and he stroked her back, as they followed with their eyes closed enjoying the moment.

Vincent turned to face her.

- Catherine ... you never worry about it ... I still love you all my life and still love as now, always ... and also what you said, nobody knows what can happen and for that lack, long, long time ... but anyway, remember, as always, will be beautiful for me ... what matters is what is in your heart, you taught me that when you met me, you taught me that despite the fact that I was , still he could be dear and beloved.

Cat hugged him, nothing more was done talking.

- You can not even imagine much I love you, Vincent Keller ... you can not.

He smiled.

- Yes I can ... just like I love you ..

They kissed again anxiously. Vincent lay it on the seat, prepared to another assault, but she resisted.

- Honey ... has been great ... but what would you think repeating better at home ..?

Vincent kissed her neck.

- This is his morbid fascination. Do not you think ? We had never done in this car ...

- Yes ... you have it, but it is slightly uncomfortable ... like all cars.- Cat started to get up but could not.

Her husband smiled wickedly.

- Just I leave me ...- slowly dragged his finger from her neck, down, through the gap between her breasts, her navel, until the wonderful place between her legs. Noticing, Cat closed her eyes and smiling, got carried away, forgetting the hardships.


Bob Reynolds got out of the Mercedes, when he parked in the garage of his home in Riverside Drive. He still had not gotten used to what supposed to live without fear of again being hunted by the police or the FBI, but he had to admit it was very rewarding.

The only condition that they had put him to forget about his case, was to leave his job at the FBI automatically, and that did. Reagan director, considered that he had committed the murders of which he was accused, trying to save innocents from falling under the claws of beasts and with that excuse had closed its case.

Before him, they had destroyed the report.

The downside is that it had withdrawn the pension, rightful, which is not left to be a disappointment, but that, compared to being able to move freely, was a very low price.

Catherine and he had spoken at length, that do from then on. As they knew the fight had changed. Of course, that left a lot of loose ends, but to have involved the police, nothing more and nothing less than its director, did they could think of lifting a bit off the throttle and let others take charge of catch.

The problem was the hybrid. According to Hugh, they had at least 20; all with a few changes in mutation very similar to those who had observed that killed Kevin. Almost all doctors were loose and two of the most power had too, and also knew they had dump all data from computers to an IP that when trying to crawl, it took traveling halfway around the world ... In the end Jt believed it could be housed in an area near Washington, but nothing was certain.

They were unclear who had harmed them get close to the hospital, but had not defeated, much less. Do not want to think about what would be plotting and also knew that the police had nothing to do against these beasts, but the director had insisted that all the research they undertake, albeit with the participation of Cat.

He was already a little old for this, but had ensured that Cat was never alone. Mark take care of it. And he, well, he of course would not be stopped, there was much to investigate, among other things possible political relations of these people, the fact that Aaron Baker was gone and so, any anomaly is detected in the pharmaceutical market world.

He was sure that despite everything, these people still work. What was in their blood, they could not stop and had an army of beasts at your service, or perhaps not at your service, if not at the same level.

After the death of Nick and Kevin, London family was worried about them. They could not allocate more people there, because the Consortium in that part of the world still active in a much more subtle, and they needed all effective; indeed, when he told them that had the help of Stuart, Vincent and others, had decided to tempt Mark will stay with them in London; which of course had not succeeded. His son was very clear what he wanted to do with his life from now on.

He entered the house and saw all the lights except the stairs leading into the basement were off. He left his jacket on the rack walnut that was at the entrance and turned on the light. Lynn imagined would be with Heather, which were only he and berseker and secure the latter was down.

The basement was an open space that belonged exclusively to Stuart, since they decided to stay with them. Previously, she had her room at the top of the house but when Lynn settled, decided to go down there.

Nick dying, had been an empty room, but he had not wanted to go there. It is not that Stuart and he were friends, but he felt his death a lot, and did not want to take his room. Bob stood for a moment in the room of his brother and his friend, before going to London. When he got out, he closed the door and had not yet reopened.

The basement had the same meters that house plant. He opened the double doors and entered the room. Stuart was not, but the light was on, it sure would soon return.

Objects that had been removed from the tunnels were piled in boxes attached to the walls. They are just outside the skeletons. Evan and Jt had taken samples from them to catalog by age and morphology.

Possibly, Stuart would take them soon. In Skye, they had prepared an entire museum to receive them, but waited for scientists, play with them a little more.

While walking around the room, he began to think of something that had worried him.

The days after they found out that Cat was pregnant, had noticed that Stuart was pretty quiet and yet he missed most, Rebecca too.

He knew, he had tried to persuade Vincent that it was with Catherine and did not lose hope that things go aside well, but I also knew that Vincent had not heeded ... Cursed .¡ stubborn!

Stuart telephone activity had increased considerably since the news, and he had caught him several times speaking Gaelic. It was very clear he was surprised because he saw one had cut off communication.

He thought Rebecca talk to the subject, because the two were very close, but it seemed that she had wanted to talk about it. Jt and Evan were trying to clone the formula which supplied him in Baker to keep her alive, but failed to do so. The mad scientist who did possibly the secret to the grave was. Everyone had noticed that was beginning to wane, both physically and mental. Rebecca felt that her time was running out and although he was tired of fighting, did not want to die.

Although Cat did not talk much when Stuart was in front, whether you noticed a sparkle in their eyes when they did, without being the berseker present. Bob was convinced that there were things they did not know and had related to Cat and her pregnancy.

I had thought to go see Dana, but he would postpone a few days, until the situation of Cat let him sleep peacefully.

While he was lost in thought, a shelf without rear chock-full of books, which had the function of separating a small area where Stuart had placed a large bed and a table and a half meters long and 60 wide approached . At that time, it was full of papers.

Bob looked to one side and another. He approached and looked. Most were drawings and old photos of people and places he did not know. He also saw various roles with chemical formulations and above them a name, Rebecca; beside the dossier that Dana had "extracted" from Baker. Jt and Evan had scanned all the leaves to consult at any time, from their computers., Using search patterns.

He put his hand on the rough brown cardboard aged for years, containing those enigmatic roles, wondering what possibly Rebecca, would not get to Christmas, whether not find something soon. He closed his eyes imagining the reaction of Stuart. He had noticed many times in his way of looking at her and knew that he loved her unconditionally, and now that he had her, although Bob still did not know exactly, what was the actual nature of their relationship, he did not believe he was willing to lose her...

He found a map of the area of New York, one state and one from the entire country, and a pair of small black Moleskine notebooks. He took one, opened it, looking at a second above his shoulder to see if someone came and saw that he had written down a list of names. Some were crossed ... he recognized them immediately. Staff members were Baker. He had a similar list that Kevin had given them while posing as Jeremy.

In his, there was branded names ... He had a hunch and found two. One was not crossed, but the other was ... If that was what he believed, Rosenthal would not be a problem anymore.

And he was going to leave when something caught his attention. A paper protruding from one of the desk drawers. It looked like the same type of paper, used for telegrams.

He opened the drawer and took out a bunch of them. They were open and written in Gaelic ... all except one.

"_ It has been decided that we should go. It's very important,

Your brother, Erik_ "

He read it several times trying to absorb what it meant. ... He looked at the date. ... Two days before... he took a deep breath, let it back in the drawer and slowly left the room, he was more worried than when he had entered.


In the gentlemen's club Jt looked amused as points, which corresponded with mobile crawlers Vincent and Cat, had gathered in a place near the port and as they followed together a few kilometers to the Hudson, until they had stopped.

He recalled watching the screen, as had rushed towards the tracking system, nothing more, leaving his friend of the club in search of his wife.

Cat was in the apartment, but she came out and Vincent left behind.

He sat back in his chair and put his feet on the table.

- This is more fun than the movie ... I do not know whether get a popcorn ... .- he thought aloud.

Occasionally, casting furtive glances at the other blue dot that was on the screen ... Tess was in her apartment ... I do not want to think about whether alone or accompanied, it hurt too much to do ...

Today he had cared much for her ... and was convinced that he had reason.

Looking at the three points, smiled, he had controlled the movements of all the people wanted and that was very important to him.

He picked up one of the jobs of their students and continued correcting it, without removing an eye on the monitors.


Tess's apartment, Joe walked around the room while she was taking tea and tried to relax on the couch.

- Tess ... .- began to speak after much thinking I was going to say -. You can not go on like this, you have to do something to control you ...

She stared over the cup.

- I'm doing something to control me ...

He nodded.

- Yes, but I think we can do more ... Your biggest fear was not being able to retrieve your hand, and no longer has a foundation, becoming the best driving. - He sat beside her -, ... Your work you have not lost, you just have to give yourself time and recover from all ... It's been nearly two months of it, think it's more than enough time to get over it ...

Tess said nothing. She was beginning to intuit what was going to happen next.

Tess's apartment, Joe walked around the room while she was taking tea and tried to relax on the couch.

- Tess ... .- began to speak after much thinking I was going to say -. You can not go on like this, you have to do something to control you ...

She stared over the cup.

- I'm doing something to control me ...

He nodded.

- Yes, but I think we can do more ... Your biggest fear was not being able to retrieve your hand, and no longer has a foundation, becoming the best driving. - He sat beside her -, ... Your work you have not lost, you just have to give yourself time and recover from all ... It's been nearly two months of it, think it's more than enough time to get over it ...

Tess said nothing. She was beginning to intuit what was going to happen next.

He sat beside her, put his hand on her thigh and squeezed gently.

- You can not walk down the street with a gun and put it to anyone to give you a scare in the neck ... You can not do it ... .- waited for Tess did-but not answered. Today you scared me ... .- he said very seriously.

- Sorry ... you know he did not mean ... .- she did apologize, without looking up from the cup.

- Yeah, but you did ... I know that the blackout has not had any importance. Jo told me. Nothing you have is physical and as such, you have to be the one who tried to get out of the hole you are stuck ...

- I try…

- Not enough ... you have to work harder -. He did not cry, but Tess felt the rage in Joe's voice.

She laughed sadly.

- Do you think it is easy ?... what can you say "I'm going to get through this and start being normal again" and will happen? ... - He shook his head from side to side -. You have no idea…

She looked.

- I can not stand seeing you like this ...

Tess's eyes filled with tears.

- I don't do it... .- she turned to him and stared.

Joe waited a few seconds and stood up.

- You know Tess, I think deep down, that this would not work ... although you're right, I do not think you want me, as before ...

She ducked her head.

Joe grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. He stopped before opening.

- I want to be back where you were, really, I wish with all my heart. I love you ... - he said without turning.

- I'll never be the one that was Joe ... never ...

He walked on, without turning, opened the door and left. He slammed.

While tea was finished he remained nailed to the front view. When she finished it, she slowly rose from the couch and went to the library. She grabbed a decorated box, like an ancient book and it were opened. She took from it into his revolver. She put the box in place and went to the couch again. She left on the table. She sat and stared at him.

After a few seconds it took. She weighed with both hands. Still felt like her injured hand was shaking when she had to lift it, but daily training, could with it

Everyone said so. Had to face their fears ... How If it was so easy to do? .. Just who goes through something like that knows how hard it is to return to be the same ... Fear is horrible, but fear to feel it even worse. Every time you feel like your body is out of control with a panic attack, it became something so fragile as a blade of grass ... The lack of security made could not trust herself and that was destroying the inside. His only consolation was that the psychologist had told him ... "Only the strongest break well, and always, have the ability to learn from it," but there was a problem, it would not be soon ...

While the gun from one hand to another change was taking a decision. She had to prove to herself that was stronger than she thought and felt although subtle panic attacks, each step she took, I would.

She would hunt the beast and all your problems disappear.

She breathed deeply with the tranquility of taking a decision, but realized he needed something more.

She put the gun into place and went to the bedroom. She opened the drawer of his bedside table and took a picture in a black frame that had hidden there the day she returned from the hospital. She took it slowly and leaned against the pillow. He smiled remembering the moment.

The same justice of peace who had married Vincent and Cat had made at her request, the wedding day. There were the great, beautiful, fours and
many things had happened since then!

She ran her index finger of her injured hand the Jt's face.

- It's still not the time, and I do not know when it will be ... but I swear, there's nothing in the world I wished more than what you paid me a beer ... I miss you so much ... but you do not deserve a broken doll ...

He lay on the bed fully clothed and hugging photo, closed her eyes, hoping to stay soon asleep.


Mark left the bar shortly after the tan guy early twenties, I did, followed by a dyed blonde girl. A girl because they believed she had many more than 18, if he had them.

He had seen the boy approaching a corner of the bar soon after returning to sit where he was, before the interruption of Vincent. It had taken much to convince Karen what had happened ... well, what they should think happened. He had made up an excuse about, they were friends and had had a discussion with her ex ... Of course it did not like much to the boss that told her she was going to call the police, but before he did he told a story about love and fate between two people, that dazzled and eventually swallowed, assuring her that the ex would never hurt ... it was still true ... Tomorrow night it would be there ... Karen looked serious and put the phone back in place.

When he sat down was devoted to observing the bar. The fact that Cat had been absent for duty, he could not avoid dealing with the investigation, at least for the duration of the cup he had just put the boss.

Within minutes of sitting down something he caught his attention. Three guys came and placed in three corners of the pub. They did not ask anything but remained still, watching people.

Several people approached them and surreptitiously gave them something and received something in return.

Mark sat watching some of those who had received merchandise, attentive to their behavior.

Catherine, he and the captain had come to the conclusion that it was best not to burn sellers unless intuit that were more sellers and of course, these were just that. They must let appear the bad really.

Suddenly, the behavior of one who had exchanged "gifts" made him observe more closely. He sat up slightly on the sidewalk where he was sitting, avoiding people who had in the middle.

She saw him grab one of the girls who were with him, shoulder and whisper in her ear ... the girl ignored him much attention, but he insisted ... again received the same answer ... but this time, grabbed her neck and Mark saw clearly tightened .. said something her ear and it was once seemed to agree with him. Mark did not like the look in his eyes when he saw a grab her.

Saw coming out of the bar and although he wanted to continue to monitor sellers, left behind them ... but he did not get sets foot in the place he had in front, intending to go to a place where shadows cover him, to be observed without being seen and then felt a sharp blow to the neck that threw him to the ground. His vision blurred and his knees refused to respond, but still shook his head at his attacker and saw a shadow of huge proportions approaching ...

- And who the hell are you? .- said hoarsely.

Mark did not have time to say anything because the boot of the shadow slammed into his jaw causing him to lose consciousness.

Ethan Jenkins, left Mark on the floor, wondering who would be the new partner of her You could tell a mile away that was a cop ... He thought the best he could do was take a picture and show it to Stanley and Anthony ... but that would be later. Now he had to do other things.

The boy who had left accompanied by a pretty blonde had stuck to her, nothing else arrive at one of the banks that populated the area.

He had trouble hearing what whispering in his ear. The girl, dyed blond frightening, replied to him that he had no intention of going anywhere with him, and if he was there was because they had promised something great happen.

He saw the two struggling as suddenly, he released the boy slapped her with all the open hand. She squirmed and kneed him where it hurts, while the hand is carried to the face. Ethan immediately noticed the smell of salty tears.

The peroxide blonde, tried to flee to the bar, but he grabbed her hair and pulled her toward him. Ethan was sure he was going to hit again, when suddenly the door opened and three bar girls shot out toward the couple. They rushed over him.

Saw funny as "poor" he received, scratching, punching, pulling, and something another kick, until released, the "poor" girl, and then, all of them, throwing insults varied withdrew.

When they had gone back into the bar, the guy with a scowl, kicked him twice to the bank, and touched his face where one of the girls had scratched him, went right to the edge of the river, and pulling down his pants, isbegan to urinate, looking without seeing the lights from across the East River.

Ethan, in a sigh stood beside her. I had never cared much what he had to do next, but when he was a jerk who just hit a woman not wanting to have sex with him, even cared less.

He had been a thief, swindler, mercenary and murderer, but hit a woman, it was something he would never do ... too low, too creeping ... Except, it was for work, of course, and then always preferred to shoot them, never touch them.

He began to do what the boy, who was moving dangerously from side to side.

- Hello!. - Greeted him -. Shirt take drunken colleague ... be careful to where you aim.

The boy just looked at him.

- Leave me alone, old man!

Ethan smiled as he buttoned his fly.

- There is nothing that bothers me more, that they call me old man, which cost me be as I am ... .- he said with heavy irony.

He then reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a syringe. The kid was still trying to put the shirt into pants well, when he noticed a subtle jab at his arm.

He turned quickly.

- WHAT DO DAMN SON...! .- He had no time for anything else. He fell to the ground dead. His poor heart was broken by a terrible overdose of a "bestial" drug.

The Kellers and the police, should believe they were dying by the drug, without more, and go about looking forward to that provided, and thus would not worry about other things, more important ...

She smirked. The night had been very fruitful, everything was following the new marked line and discovered that the detective was pregnant ... something very interesting, if that child was the beast ...

He kicked the corpse of the boy and threw it into the waters of the river.

He raised his head and sighed looking at the moon. His eyes turned for a moment, Amber.

Had to go, Stanley had told her about a new mission and was not sure he wanted to do it. Today he was going to give the details, but first went to where Mark still lay on the floor and took a couple of pictures with his mobile.

When he finished, he rose, jacket collar and a second, had disappeared.


The smell of the sea still remained inside her when she woke up suddenly. She sat on the bed while recovering the natural rhythm of your breathing.

Each time the dreams were more vivid, more real. She could feel the hand of Duncan on his leading her from the house of the widow, to the point that he wanted to show her.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She looked around and saw it was still dark.

She could feel her whole body was slowly changing. Her hands were filling spots and wrinkles on her face deepened. The pains in the joints were becoming more intense, and only to 20 days she had stopped taking, which had brought from Baker.

Evan and Jt took days trying to clone the formula, but so far had not succeeded. Or using the blood of Vincent, or Stuart, they had been able to stop the rapid degeneration that was suffering. Reports taken from the hospital about his early days with them, kept nothing, because it was almost unintelligible. Too many years.

They had found the name he created what he had done that Rebecca would live longer than ordinary mortals, and even what appeared to be the composition of the serum, but it was impossible to understand ...

According to them, there was something that eluded them, a component in the equation could not be found.

She rose from the bed holding on to a column.

Those dreams she had, she was sure they were telling something.

She had promised long years ago, so many that it consisted remember how many, never tell anyone what she had seen or what it meant, but I was sure that something was telling him it was time to do it. It was the only explanation, that always were dreaming the same since she had learned that Catherine was pregnant, and had seen the expression of hope in the Stuart's face.

She knew immediately what he was thinking.

Put on a dark blue satin gown, slippers and left the room; down the stairs slowly and went to the desk. She switched on the hall light, and scanned the space left on the piano, remembering the reaction of Vincent ...That moment more horrendous!

She could never forget the look of Cat's face, when he smashed in the fit of rage ... poor Cat! Recognized that although, could not bear to hybrid, had realized that Vincent was different and be glad that back together, and a part of it, also understood to him.

She shook her head from side to side as it was approaching the beautiful furniture. He sat on the chair and opened a drawer.

She drew from inside it a leather-bound notebook and leaves the color of old parchment, which just bought in a shop Vintage objects on the Upper East Side. She opened it slowly and picked up a pen he had bought along with the notebook.

The best time to write was that, right after awakening, as everything was fresh in her mind.

She took a breath and began:

Night of October 11, 2014 ...

Dear Catherine:

I do not know how much time I have left, but I think it will be very, very brief.

Before disappearing forever, I want you to know the whole truth of what really is living the life that has touched you.

Every day I am more convinced you are destined for something increbile, but you have to know exactly what it is.

There are things that long ago I was forbidden to write about them, and even talk about them, but now, for some reason, I dream about them every day.

I have always believed in the signs of destiny and I'm sure of that this, it is.

Now I just woke up and I think it is the best time to start this story ...

Twilight Isle of Skye Summer Solstice 1827

... This story begins a cold June evening, in a tortuous path that led to the cliffs of the small coastal town where we lived.

Even I can feel Duncan's hand in mine as we walked, and small and sharp stones that cut into the soles of my feet, despite wearing shoes black skin that gave me my brother Edward, just before embarking trip….

I've always loved storms that day the color of the sky, presaged a. Dark clouds, of a color between dark gray and light gray, piled on top of each other.

The cliff was a vertical wall with a road carved into the rock that was taking you, weaving, at the same sea.

After descending by it, following its curves, holding tight to the hand of Duncan to avoid falling, we reached a wider area that served as the entrance to a cave. The floor was full of puddles and the background, some steps in the stone, gave access to a large opening in the wall ...


Early morning of October 12, 2014

I do not know what will happen to my life in the coming months ... but I guess having read the diaries of Rebecca, has made me consider the idea of writing my own ... I have the firm belief that all will be well ... and if I do not ... I'll have something to burn in the fireplace, one night New Year's Eve ...

She looked the hallway thinking Vincent sleeping peacefully in theiir bed, after a long time without it. Every day was glad more of the momentum that had, to marry him that morning ... In the dream that she had the night before the wedding, had seen dark storm clouds, but had also heard the voice of a child ... Their children ... and that made her feel safe ...

She smiled slightly, things began to get ready slowly.

She closed her eyes to remember, that Mark had left alone in the bar ... sure know how to make do ... By tomorrow morning, I would call ...

With a sigh, recalling the wonderful night that just happened with her husband, she looked at the blank page and continued writing:

Vincent sleeps in our bed ... quiet. I'm happy, especially knowing that we will be together on this ... As Evan said, rightly, we are empty without each other ...

I admit that I do not have that feeling I guess mothers have to have when they become pregnant, but I think for sure that our circumstances are not those of the whole world, and I know that these children will be loved ... Dearest ... And that has to happen very, very bad for not doing so ...

Our life will always be difficult, but the hope that one day we can find a cure for Vincent is still there and I do not think of themselves will live or not more than me ... Jt told me, not long ago, who had a fight right this, because he wanted not be the last to die. Which leads me to think that the hardest part of all this leads him ... I do not want to think now, what will be aging, next to a person, who does not at the same pace as me. When the time comes, if it comes, I'll deal with it, I have some ideas ... I am worthy daughter of my father, that uncle said Nicholas, poor ... always looking for alternatives.

Cat looked up from the paper and rubbed her arms. Lately always she had cold, although it was true that only wore the shirt that Vincent had taken the day before. She had risen, naked from the bed and it was the first thing she had found.

When she reached the living room, she sat down on the couch with notebook on her legs crossed and began to write.

She continued to do so:.

I think I better get back to bed. Again I have cold.

She smiled as wrote.

The best place to be is without doubt with him. I conclude for today ...

Last point, between six and seven weeks pregnant and everything goes normally.

He rose from the couch leaving the book on the table and went to the bedroom. The moonlight filtered through the blinds and directly influenced on Vincent. She got into bed without taking off the shirt and tightened tightly to his bare back, holding him by the waist. She rested her head and inhaled his scent. She closed her eyes and within seconds was asleep.

To be continued ...

Thank you very much to continue reading my stories, beasties

Thanks a million to a beastie that gave me a fantastic idea to incorporate this story ... Gala everything related to the Bar part of you ... and as you can see it has given much play ... a big kiss for supporting me and be there always.

I had doubts whether what certain people had read it or not, but after seeing the last season of the series, I think they have done much more than reading. It is incredible, but it has been, and I have no doubt ... I want to thank them, because it is nice to see things on the screen have so fondly imagined ...The sleepless nights have paid off .. but I'm also a little sad, sad, because you realize, they never say anything about it ... and it will be as if it never happened, but deep down, it's normal, Who I am? As it would say Arya Stark... No one... maybe someone with too much imagination nothing more... Anyway, thanks ... Has been very nice ...

Kisses for all... Ana