A love story is only complete once seen from both partners' POV. Don't you agree?

I love reviews and they make me happy. Please make me happy and write me a review. It can be short like "That was horrible", "I liked it", "Don't quit your day job", "Nicely done"… or it can be a long discussion on why you liked or disliked the story.

Thanks, Birgitta

All rights of show, story, and characters belong to CW.

Late Night Visit –Catherine's POV.

"Over 200 channels and nothing to watch… unbelievable," I mutter.

Agitated, I turn off the TV and toss the remote onto my bedcover. Looking over at my side table, I see the book that I have been meaning to read. My partner Tess has praised it for months, saying that it is a must read. Sighing, I pick it up and read the back.

Not impressed, I huff and return the book with a silver tie on the cover to the same spot. "No thank you," I contend and lift the comforter off my pajama clad self. Not with any specific purpose in mind, I get out of bed even though it is clearly night time. "I don't want to read about it! I want to do it!"

The kitchen lays dark and still as I stumble towards the fridge. Heather went to bed over an hour ago. She has a big test tomorrow and need her sleep. I would have liked for her to be awake. We could have talked. I could have made her some popcorn. She could have distracted me.

I place myself in front of the fridge and open it up just to stare pointlessly at the content. "You're not hungry, Catherine," I tell myself as I close it back up. Then with another sigh, I admit. "… at least not for food!"

Returning to my room, my eyes drift to the alarm clock; 11:48. He should be here by now. He should be knocking on my window, crawling in, pulling me to him, showing me how much he has missed me, telling me that he loves me, taking away my aching…

Not able to stop myself, I pick up my cell and dial his number. "Damn it," I curse, and I hardly ever curse, when I hear the dreaded message on the other line.

I'd forgotten that his number expired today and I don't have his new one, if he even has one yet. His phone numbers are never good for more than a few days. It's a safety precaution. I get that and I respect the importance of it. But, son of a… Right now, I really need to get a hold of him.

Losing it quickly and desperate for some sort of relief, I move into my bathroom. Leaning over the sink, I splash cold water all over my face. Irritated and feeling restricted by the fabric, I rip off my pajama top and shorts. In only my panties, black silkies, I stare at my wet reflection. Drops of water fall off the curve of my face and splatter against my chest and breasts. With each impact, shivers move through me. My nipples harden and I close my eyes, imagining and fantasizing.

Reaching an unbearable high, my eyes snap open and I've decided. "That's it!"

I dress in full gear, as if I am going to work. I even put on my gun holster and snap on my badge. Vincent likes me in my detective attire. He thinks I look sexy. I can't quite see it but whatever works for him is more than ok by me. Tip toeing to the front door, I snatch up my car keys and slip out into the apartment hallway.

If he won't come to me, I'll just have to go to him. I'm not supposed to go to his place unless it's a dire emergency. Not sure if JT would agree, I doubt it, but needing Vincent desperately sounds like an emergency to me. Vincent knows that he should object, that he should hold me off, and tell me to leave, but he won't. He has swan-dived off the edge just as much as I have. Besides, he should have just come to my place. What is he up to, teasing me? I should punish him for it, make him suffer, draw it out, and make him beg and plea for release. I should… but when it comes to Vincent, I am all talk. It's not easy being completely enthralled by someone and just the mere sight of him sets you aflame.

I turn on a CD once in my car; Phantom of the Opera. It seems appropriate. Personally, I've always thought that Christine should have picked the Phantom. I definitively would have. Why go for boring and normal when you can have exciting and one of a kind? Vincent is my Phantom. He is damaged, on the inside and on the outside, but I can see past all of that. I love him despite all of it or, should I say, because of all of it. His challenges and struggles have made him into the man that he is. And, I love him, every little part of him… even his scar… which I can't wait to touch, kiss, run my tongue across…

I shiver and it's not from a chill. I'm plenty hot and getting hotter by the second, thanks to my thoughts. Luckily, up ahead lays the warehouse. Vincent and JT live like they are running a meth lab. They could if they wanted to. Both of them are practically geniuses and there is not much they can't do. I take immense pride in the fact that one is my boyfriend and one is my friend.

Seeing the warehouse, knowing what awaits inside causes my breathing to deepen and speed up. There is no doubt in my mind that he is awake, listening for every sound that I am making and following my moves with all his senses. The very moment my vehicle pulled up, he was alerted of my presence. It's the Beast in him. The Beast won't let anything get past him. The Beast won't let anything or anyone overcome him…well, except for one person.

I smile, not the humorous type of smile but the kind that light up your face when you think of something or someone special. Vincent causes this type of smile all the time. Ever since things started changing between us, he has continued to claim a bigger and bigger part of me. He occupies my mind when we are apart, causes physical reactions even though he is nowhere around, and he sets me aflame when we are together.

The music from the Phantom is silenced and I exit the car. My boots makes a crushing sound when they hit the gravel below. Carefully, I close the door and walk over to the chain link fence. I don't know why I am trying to be quiet. JT is a ridiculously deep sleeper and Vincent is… he is…

My train of thought is lost when I am hit by an unexpected gust of wind and my hair swirls around. Absentmindedly, I try to flatten the mess back down but I could really care less. My hair is about to get ruffled anyway. Imagining how it will get tangled, I grin as I slide under the hole in the fence. Not paying attention, not focused on the task at hand, but at what is to come inside that warehouse, I don't sink low enough and my right shoulder hits the metal. It barely scrapes my skin, yet it makes plenty of enough noise. Not for JT, he is dead to the world. Yet for someone else, someone who is advanced, someone who is part Beast, and someone who I know is tracking my every movement, the sound is ear-rattling.

What is he thinking right now? Is he worried that I am hurt? Does he want to run to my rescue? Vincent is always trying to save me from some potentially dangerous circumstance. It's in his nature. He is a Doctor and he is a good person… It's also because he loves me.

My feet quicken as I think of him loving me. I want to get to him now. Not just because I need him physically. It's more than that. He means more than that to me. It didn't start out that way. At first, there was curiosity, gratitude, and a need to crack his case. He didn't want to be a case so he tried to push me away. That didn't work out so well and not just because of my stubbornness. Despite JT's irritation and constant urging to shut me out, Vincent just couldn't let me go. Perhaps we both knew, somewhere deep down under our thick skins, that we were meant to be. We've been meant to be ever since that night, 9 years ago.

At the bulky metal front door, I stop to eye the lock angrily. JT has refused to let Vincent give me a key.

'She's not even supposed to come here, so why give her a key?!'

JT is right. I shouldn't come here. It is dangerous for there is a possibility that I could be followed. But, I'm a cop, I've had training, and I'm not some clueless bimbo… JT might disagree.

Feeling smug and giddy, wanting to stick it to him, I pull out some basic cop tools from my pocket and focus in on the lock. Grinning from ear to ear, knowing that JT will be furious in the morning when he realizes, I easily pick the lock and the door swings open. Casually, my head just a tad swollen with self-gloat, I stroll into the warehouse and close the heavy door gently behind me. I'm inside. Not far now… Not much longer now…

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my flashlight and let the circle of light guide me to the next door. Here, there is no need to pick the lock since I once caught sight of where JT keeps the extra key. A genius he may be but he possesses about as much stealth as a bear. And, it has nothing to do with size. Vincent is built like a power lifter. Yet, he moves with the grace and skills of a ninja. You will only know that he is there if he wants you to know. When he first started stalking me, or 'keeping tabs' as he likes to put it, I would never know he was there. Even now, unless he shows himself to me, I am never able to spot him. Yeah… he's amazing… and he's mine!

I've made it inside their so called apartment. To my left are the stairs that lead up to Vincent. Still with the flashlight on, I take one step at a time with swaying hips. My walk has altered to a more sultry and feminine stride. I'm getting my sexy on, for him, cause I'm near, and because I know that he is watching. At the top, I switch the light off and place it on table. I don't need it anymore. Straight ahead is Vincent's bed and that is where I head. I stop at the foot of his head. I can't see if he is awake, yet I know that he is. He is watching me, waiting for my move, and the knowledge really excites me.

With my heart pounding and my body heat rising, I begin to undress. The first to come off is my gun holster and badge. Next, are my jacket and boots. I remove them slowly, like a strip tease, like I'm putting on a show just for him. He likes watching me. He's told me so. The things that he says and the things that he does; said or done by anyone else and I would have arrested him. But with Vincent, I want him to watch, stalk, admire, want, and take…

'Take me!' I whisper in my head and my body responds with twitching, aching, and needing.

In only my black silk panties, I crawl up on his bed. His long muscular legs are stretched out at their full length and I place one knee on each side of them. As I move up, my hands feel their way up his body; his shins, quads, abs, chest… Then, he rises and his lips find mine in the dark. Unable to hold back, I moan and surrender myself completely. Big hands grab at my ass and position me against his stiffness. Feeling how badly he wants me increases my desire and my kiss grows more hungry. Then he begins to massage my backside, grinding me against him, and I can't wait any longer.

As if he has a 6th sense, perhaps he does, he reads my need and flips me over while removing our underwear. Naked, in all his perfected glory, he holds above me while his hypnotically beautiful eyes take me captive. Itching to feel him, I lift my hands and let my fingers glide across his flesh; up his arms, down his pecs and abs, and around his obliques to his gluteus. My fingertips love his skin and his muscles. It is the perfect mixture of softness and hardness.

He moans, deep and low from the bottom of his throat, when my fingernails playfully dig into his hard ass and bring him inside of me. Vincent never enters me. He always waits for me. He is a Beast with the protocol of a gentleman. A gentleman because he places my desires and needs before his, but a Beast because once I have set things in motion he takes me to a high no normal man could.

My desire for him is strong tonight. I need him desperately so I want it rough and fast. My nails dig in harder as I guide him in further. Moans, groans, and growls escape from his lips as we escalate and it doesn't take long until we both collapse heaving.

Vincent falls back to his pillow and I migrate to him. Besides for releasing sex, this is what I am here for. There is no other place where I find such safety, peace, and warmth as in his arms. I wrap an arm and a leg around, claiming him and showing the world that he is mine. With Vincent, I am possessive. I will never share him. He is all mine.

My lips brush against his warm moist skin just below his ear as I kiss him good night. "I love you, my Beast."

My words of affection cause him to place both arms around me and pull me even tighter to him. I relax even further, knowing that he's got me and that he will always protect me. Vincent would die protecting me. It's who he is.

I feel myself slipping, even though I desperately try to hold on. Vincent's nearness just feels too good to let go off. Only I can get a Beast to cuddle like a kitten. Only I can get… a Beast… to…

In the haze of slumber, at the borderline between awake and asleep, I believe myself hearing him speak. His voice is low, full of both joy and sadness, for this is his nature. The words linger in the darkness. They surround me, assure me, and finally lull me completely to sleep.

"I love you… my Beauty."