Disclaimer: I don't claim or own anyone characters from Beauty and the Beast that I mention, they are all own by the CW.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, I know it's been awhile, but as all writers know that real life call sometimes and I've been working around on how to continue with this story from the original ideal that I had. Don't worry I will continue it.

(Chapter 2)

"You should've seen Evan. He was, like, ripping his clothes off, and I was all Meredith Grey, like, holding the bloody compress for him." Heather rambled on while she was trying to help her sister walk the hospital floor.

"Thanks for all the details." Catherine commented as she knew Heather when having a hangover she tends to exaggerate things. Beside she didn't want to vision her coworker like that let alone Evan.

"Yeah." Heather said while admitted shamelessly.

"Wait." Catherine let out a groan while stopping for a moment as her shoulder started to hurt her. "Am I holding you up, or are you holding me up?" She tried to lean on her sister for support, but that wasn't helping much. Since she wasn't to fond of hospitals Catherine figured this would be the perfect time to get her ass out of bed. And get some exercise by walking around the building with her sister's help.

"I am so sorry." Heather apologized while trying to keep her sister to stand upright again.

"Or hung-over." Catherine commented with a playful tone in her voice.

"Could-could I just run to the pharmacy really quickly?" Heather asked while she helped her sister lean against the wall.

"Of course."

"I'll be right back." Heather said in a hurry.

"You go. I'll just be right here. I'll be holding this wall up." Catherine joked as she leaned against the wall trying to keep herself upright the best she can.

Okay." Heather said while leaving.

Catherine okay her sister a reply before letting out another groan as she continued to keep herself standing against the wall. She hoped Vincent got her text message from earlier about not coming back. She still needed to know who her nurse was to him and why was she so bent out of shape about seeing him. She then let out another annoying groan as she spotted Vincent quickly stalking towards her. Wondering what the hell was he doing at the hospital? He was wearing his gray sweat jacket and had the hood up covering part of his head. As soon as he approached her, he gently grabbed her arm and took her into one of the storage supplies closet with him.

"Did you get my message? I told you it isn't safe to come back here." Catherine whispered to him as Vincent closed the door behind them.

"Okay, so what's going on?" Vincent asked while removing his hood and pressed his lips together. "Evan, trying to hunt down the vigilante again?" He assumed.

"More like my nurse. You might know her- Alex Salter." Catherine looked at him questionably. "Who is she?"

"Uh... we were just friends. We grew up together. Her, me, JT, my brothers, you know... and, uh, and later, we-we were pretty close." Vincent paused for a moment trying to figure out how to tell her. "We were engaged once."

"Oh." Catherine hesitated she wasn't sure how to respond. No wonder her nurse was so bent out of shape seeing him. "Well, that explains it." She commented while she started to head for the door.

"Explains what?" Vincent blocked her from leaving and drew his brows together in a scowl.

"Why she was such a wreck." Catherine answered while stepping back from him. She felt uncomfortable by the fact that he belong to somebody else.

"No... No, no, no." Vincent shook his head. He didn't want the face the fact that Alex did see him earlier. "You're just misreading her."

"No, Vincent," Catherine said as she backed away a little more. "I'm not misreading her." She remarked.

"It's been over ten years." Vincent insisted as he stepped closer to her and gently grabbed her by the arm to stop her from leaving again. He wanted to inform her. "She saw a ghost."

"I should go." said Catherine in a rush as she pulled her arm away from him and tried to reach for the door again.

"Catherine wait."

"Heather's going to be here any second." Catherine said hastily while cutting him off and squeezed passed his big frame to exited the storage room.

Vincent waited a couple of minutes contemplating his next move. He could sense the uncomfortable feeling coming from Catherine, when he mentioned about Alex and him being close and being his fiancee. He still needed to see Alex to tell her that she needs to move on, so he could move on with Catherine. He cracked open the door to the storage room and peeked out in the hall. He wanted to make sure it was clear before leaving to talk to her.


By nightfall he quickly made his way outside the hospital without being detected this time. He waited for Alex in the shadows to get done her shift. A few hours later he watched her enter her car and then made his move. He needed to tell her the reason he never came around to see her. He knew he had good reason, Muirfield was after him and he wasn't the same man that she loved before. He was different, and complicated.

"It's me." Vincent told Alex after he slid into the passenger seat of her car without anyone seeing him and closed the door behind him.

"Two soldiers came to your mom's house. They said you were dead."

"Alex... I was... I was a part of a Special Ops force. Okay, I... I had seen too much, and... I knew too much." Vincent started to explain to Alex the best way he knew how without giving too much away. Especially when it comes to Muirfield.

"I threw dirt on your casket, Vince." Alex left out a cry as her lower lip trembled. "What could be so bad that I had to do that?"

"I know that this is going to be hard to understand, okay? But you have to believe me. I promise the funeral was..." Vincent hesitated trying to recollect his thoughts on how to say it. "it was to protect you and everyone I cared about. Alex, my enemies, they are still out there watching."

"You could've come to me." Alex voice was distressing.

"No, no, it was far too dangerous and still is. You would've been caught in the crossfire. These people, they are dangerous, and they want me dead." Vincent told her as he seen her look at him confused.

"This... whole secret life... what do you do?

"It's not much of a life." He said simply. Which was the truth after hiding out for ten years. Not able to go out and get a job. Even taking a girl out on a date was out of the question. Lucky thanks to JT he had a place to live.

"Who else knows?" Alex asked him, but didn't get any response back and this worried her. So she decided to change the subject and find out more about the detective. "Fine. What about the detective? Who is she? And don't say no one."

"She's just a..." Vincent hesitated for a second thinking about how important Catherine was to him. He care deeply about and started having feelings for. He loved her, ever since that day he saved her in the woods. And then almost losing her the day before it only increased more. She was more than just a friend to him.

"So, she's a handler?" Alex assumed as she butted into his thoughts.

"No, she's a cop." Vincent told her. "A close friend."

"A close friend?" Alex looked at him in disbelief.

"Yeah." Vincent insisted and then added. "She looks out for me."

"I was like that once." Alex said while pressing her lips together. Not believing that the detective was just a close friend. That she must be a handler or something.

"And I appreciate that. I really did, but you should've just given up on me." He told her.

"I loved you." Alex eyes filled with tears again.

"Alex, when I saw you today in the hospital-" Vincent was about to tell her that he was surprised to see her there.

"You mean, when you ran away." Alex interrupted him.

"I have... played this moment over and over in my head for years. Okay? I'm-I'm-I'm so sorry." Vincent said with a apologetic voice. He had to tell her, he hated seeing her cry because of him.

"I can't do this." Alex shook her head and pressed her lips together again.

"Alex, I wanted to contact you every day. Okay? Believe me. Every day, but... it was easier to imagine that you had some perfect husband, and three perfect kids somewhere." Vincent had wished she did so he wouldn't have to sit here trying to explain things to her. He needed to move on with Catherine, but he had to take care of this first.

"I wanted that in my life, once. We both did. But I just..." Alex paused again as her eyes filled with more tears.

"Couldn't move on." Vincent finished for her.

Alex leaned over and started caressing his cheek loving with hope in her eyes. "Am I going to see you again?"

"I don't think it'll be a good idea, Alex." Vincent quickly pulled back from her touch. He didn't get the same overwhelming feeling like when Catherine first touched him. The pounding of excitement of his heart and that rush of heat through his body to his groin. "I already put you and me both in jeopardy just by being here."

"Vince..."

"No, Alex you need to move on, okay." Vincent said with serious tone in his voice as he was about to exit her car.

"I can't Vince." Alex pleaded with him while placing her hand on his arm. "I'm still in love with you".

"I'm sorry. I can't uh, do this Alex it's for your own safety." Vincent exited her car and left for the warehouse.


"Hey, look what I got you." Tess said as she enter the hospital room carrying a bunch of balloons and a teddy bear.

"Awe, a stuffed bear." Catherine smiled at her partner humorously. Even if she felt a little ridiculous by Tess bringing her a teddy bear, it was the thought that counts, right? "Wait. No Red Vines?"

Tess let out a sigh, she knew she forgot something. She was so worried about her best friend she forgot to pick up the most important thing. "What? You just got out of surgery after just getting shot and almost dying." Tess voice sadden. "I'm sorry."

"There is no way we could've known what would happen to me." Catherine placed a hand on her friend's arm. "You have to let it go, okay?"

"Okay." Tess watched her partner's attention go back to the computer screen. "What's on the laptop- porn?" Joked Tess.

"No..." Catherine said while reaching for her laptop. She tried to put it on her lap, but her shoulder started bothering her.

Tess let out a groan as she reached the laptop before her partner did. She hated seeing her best friend struggling like that. She took a seat on the bed beside her. "My turn to pry."

"Okay." Catherine groaned in pain.

"Well, a little Facebook stalking." Tess joked as she took the laptop from her and place it on her lap instead. She looked at what her friend typed up on the computer.

"Alex Salter." Catherine told her.

"And he's..." Tess said assuming she was talking about a guy with a name like that.

"She's, my nurse. I don't know, a little detective thing." Catherine replied while trying to come up with a believable excuse as to why she was really snooping in the first place.

"Ditch the social media crap, and get on the NYPD database." Tess suggested as she pulled up the database up on the screen and started typing in the information.

"That's a little bit deeper than I wanted to dig." Catherine commented while watching Tess do her thing. She just wanted to know about Alex's relationship with Vincent and why was she so important to him.

"I got a hit." Tess said with enthusiasm, like she was impressed with herself. "She doesn't have a record, but she filed six police reports in three months. She complained of someone following her, checking her emails, wiretapping, and breaking and entering. But there's no signs of forced entry."

"Are there any leads?" Catherine asked wondering and hoped it wasn't Murfield that was stalking her.

"Well, it's Precinct 86." Tess commented. She had heard some of the complaints from some customers about how they handle some of their cases. "Those stooges haven't even looked into it yet. Only thing they did was make notes."

"Paranoid and delusional." Tess continued to read out loud as she seen the result of the report that was filed. "That's pretty big words for those guys. But, then again, your nurse does sound a little 51 50." Tess commented.

Catherine needed to get a hold of Vincent and warn him about someone stalking his fiancée. Someone that might be involved with Muirfield. She thought what would be the easiest way to get her partner to leave without raising any suspicion. So she decided to fake a yawn, hoping it would work.

Tess saw her friend give out a yawn and decided it was her cue to leave. "Okay, why don't I let you rest."

"Okay." Catherine said with a fake smile.

"I'll check this out for you and call you when I find something." Tess offered with a smile as she stood up from the bed.

"Sure. Thanks Tess." Catherine replied as she gave her a grateful smile and then said their goodbyes to each other. She reached for her phone that was beside her on the table and dialed Vincent's number. Hopefully she can get a hold of him and let him know about Alex's stalker.

"Seriously." Catherine left the phone ring a few times before it went to voicemail. She left a brief message letting him know that she was about to leave the hospital and head over to Alex's to check on her.

Where the hell was he? And what was so important that he couldn't answer his phone? Just like when he didn't answered his phone after she left her father's wedding. She quickly decided to dial JT's number hoping to get a hold of him that way.

"Cat?" JT questioned her sounding surprised and worried as to why she was calling him and not Vincent. He was just about to come up to Sarah's cubicle when she called him.

"JT, I think that Alex is being watched." Catherine told him straight forward.

"What?" JT asked not sure if he heard her right.

"Yeah, she reported that some faceless person was following her. They tapped her phone, broke into her apartment." She continued.

"Well, It wasn't Vincent. He never went to see her, he always said it was too painful." JT remarked.

"Well, does it sound like someone else we know?" Catherine said in a low voice as she looked around to make sure no one was listening and continued. "Walks around without a face...taps into electronics without being detected. JT, what if this is Muirfield?"

"Oh, God." JT replied with a groaned as he looked up at the ceiling and let out a heavy sigh. He couldn't believe this was happening now.

"Put Vincent on the phone. I need to warn him." Catherine requested.

"I can't."

"Why?" Catherine couldn't believe this was happening. All the times Vincent was there in a heartbeat if she needed him.

"Because I-I'm not at the warehouse right now." JT explained.

"Great and he's not picking up his phone either." Catherine let out a heavy sighed and then hastily hung the phone up on JT. She placed it on the table next to her bed and started to detached the IV from her arm. She got herself up out of the bed with a painful groan. She knew it was a bad idea to leave the hospital in her condition, but she was concerned about Alex. What if the guy comes back to go after her? She also had to keep Muirfield from finding out about Vincent. She went to gathered her clothes that her sister brought from home and then started getting change in the bathroom.


Alex parked her car and went across the street, she was so excited to see Vincent again and relieved that he was alive. Maybe this time they can finally be together and live the life they once dreamed about. She wasn't sure about Detective Chandler though, it seemed she was more than just a 'special friend' to Vincent. He still loved her, didn't he? He had to since they knew each other from childhood. She still was in loved with him, that's why she kept all them letters and mementos. She was about to come up to her apartment building when a guy with the knife came up behind her.

"I saw you with your little soldier boyfriend. That was him, right?" Alex let out a gasp as she heard a man's voice behind her grabbing her. And then felt a blade of the knife against her throat. "I bet he's gonna miss you. I've been thinking about this for a long time."

To be continued...