(Catherine's POV)
My dreams were full of visions of Vincent. There he laid on a cold, dirt floor, two men standing above him. They argued, and Vincent started to turn. Was it really a dream? I tiptoed down the hall to JT's room and opened the door. "JT, wake up." He sat up, put on his glasses and looked at the clock. "Cat, it's three am. You ok?" I nodded and sat in the chair beside his bed. "JT, I want you to search for old houses with dirt cellars within fifty miles."
He climbed out of bed and sat in the chair across from me. "Cat, what made you…where did you come up with.. Wait a minute. Dirt cellars?" I took a deep breath and placed my hand over my belly. "I saw him JT. He was with two men, in a dark dirt cellar. By the way the blocks looked, the house was pretty old. Don't ask, just search for it please." JT got up and opened his laptop. A few minutes later, he started mumbling. "Christ Cat, the house where you and Gabe went, the one with the barn, apparently there's a large cellar beneath it." I walked to JT and peered over his shoulders. "He's there, JT. Let's go." He slammed his laptop shut. "Oh no, no, no, Catherine. There's no you in this equation. I'm calling Tess, she can go with me." I folded my arms across my chest, and sighed. "Fine. I'll stay here. But you had better call me as soon as you know something. I mean it JT."
JT threw on his coat and started to leave. "Cat, I mean it, stay here. If something happened to you, V would kill me."
There I sat, waiting for a call from either of them, a text, something. Three hours later and nothing, so I text Tess. Finally I got a reply that they checked the cellar, he had been there, but he was gone. They were checking the house now. I was practically wearing a hole in the carpet from pacing. What was taking them so long? Finally another text from Tess. 'House is empty, no sign of anyone for years. Coming back now. You have some explaining to do.'
Shit, JT told her about me actually being pregnant. I curled up on the couch, covered up with a blanket, and waited for them to return and for the shit storm I was in for with Tess. An hour later, they pulled into the drive, and Tess burst in yelling for me. "Damn it Cat, how could you lie to me again? Don't ya think letting your best friend know you're pregnant with a manimal baby is important stuff?" I sighed, and placed my hand on my stomach. "Tess, I didn't want anyone to know until I'd gathered up the courage to tell Vincent. I didn't wanna lie to you, I just.. I just…" I couldn't even finish my sentence for the sobs escaping me. I needed Vincent, I needed to tell him about the baby, regardless of his reaction. I was so scared that I would never get to tell him, that he would never know. Tess sat down beside me and wrapped me in her arms. "Shhh, Cat. Please don't cry. We're gonna find him, I promise. Please don't worry, it's not good for the.. Uh… baby." I rolled my eyes. Seriously Tess? Suddenly the smell of her perfume turned my stomach in knots, and I had to shove her off of me, just to make it to the bathroom in time. My knees fell to the cold tile and immediately I started throwing up. Several minutes had passed, and so did my knotted stomach, so I got up and went to the sink to rinse out my mouth. That's when the room started spinning, and the last thing I remember is my head hitting the cold, hard, tile floor.