"So Joe has started an investigation into the murder of his brother focusing on what ever animal may have scratched him." I had gone to the warehouse as soon as I had finished work. Vincent was there, and I needed to talk to JT.

"This isn't good." JT murmured to nobody in particular. Nothing was ever good when it came to JT. I knew that he didn't like Vincent bringing me on his secret from the beginning, or that ever since I turned up we seemed to get into a lot of dangerous situations. But I keep on telling myself that Vincent wasn't truly living before. It was selfish of me to think this, that I could be the source to help him be free. Yet in a sense I knew that he was helping me more than he could possibly know. Vincent wasn't only the key to finding out what happened to my mother, but he was turning out to be something I didn't even know I had been searching for.

"We knew that this would happen" Vincent said, "And they'll find nothing as long as Evan keeps quiet."

"Thats starting to be a problem though..."

"Why is that?" JT asked.

"He's now insisting that I'm connected. I wouldn't put it past him to start following me around."

"This isn't good." It was Vincent's turn to look concerned. It wouldn't be good on multiple levels. Firstly it would seriously restrict our alone time, and secondly Vincent could be caught. I should probably have reversed that order.

"Nothing seems to be working. He's not taking my advice to drop it, JT's attempts at sabotage didn't prevent him from continuing..."

"We're not bringing him in on this. Tess was enough." JT folded his arms across his chest.

"JT's right Catherine, too many people know already. And if what your saying is right and Evan is working with Merefield, we could be leading them right to me."

"I know." Was all I could say. I was beginning to realize that if this was a perfect world, I'd be singing songs about the Southland right now tangled in some sheets. But my world wasn't perfect, far from it in fact.

"You need to get out of town." JT suggested, placing a bus ticket on the bench.

"I can't just leave..." Vincent said, glancing quickly at me.

"JT has a point.." I began, damn you rational brain. "With the police now breathing down our necks, and Merefield close on our tails maybe you should get out of town."

"We can't risk any more instances leading them to us." I knew that JT didn't like the idea of Vincent leaving, especially with his DNA now mutating. If JT was far away and Vincent ran into a beastly problem, it could be too late.

"Whose to say that I won't run into an instance somewhere else?" Vincent argued.

"You'll go somewhere remote.." JT suggested.

"Cause that worked out so well last time."

"If your out of town Cat doesn't have to worry if Evan starts to follow her."

"Since when has running away from our problems ever worked?"

"It wouldn't be forever." I said, as I placed my hand on top of Vincent's. "Just until the heat dies down." I removed my hand as quickly as I had touched his, letting the thrill subdue in my body before continuing to speak.

"What was that?" JT pointed towards Vincent and I.

"We don't know." Vincent said, agitated that we were going off topic.

"You thought it was just an 'animal' thing." I mentioned, somewhat murmuring the animal part as I avoided Vincent's gaze.

"Yeah, thats what I thought. But I could see it. in your face. when you touched him." JT reached his hand out touching Vincent's bare arm. "Nope. nothing."

"Well at least we know your not attracted to me." Vincent mentioned with a shrug.

"Weird." JT concluded.

"So can we get back to me leaving..." Vincent was starting to look agitated.

"Your not going to be able to stay here, confined to the warehouse. You'll always make an excuse for leaving." JT stated rather bluntly.

"When will I ever catch a break and gain some normalcy back in my life."

"In case you haven't noticed, your not exactly normal."

...

"I just wish that I could go with you." Vincent and I were sitting across from each other at my dinner table. Heather was out with some friends, trying to forget recent events.

"Me too." Vincent was playing with my fingers, running his through mine. It was sending thrills up my whole arm. If we didn't think that the precinct would question my absence, more importantly Evan, I would be on the next bus out of here with Vincent sitting next to me. But right now I knew it was impossible. I took a sip of my water, before releasing my hand from his. I grabbed our empty glasses taking them to the sink. They clanked together as I set them down, noticing that Vincent was no longer seated at the table. I could feel him behind me before my eyes could register where he was. He brushed my hair to the side, kissing a small trail up my now exposed neck. It was electrifying as his hands circled around my waist. As if he moved too quickly, I was turned around, my arms wrapping around his neck and his lips locking with mine. My hands began to roam across his body, feeling the strength in his shoulders, the muscles in his hips. With a slight groan Vincent picked me up, placing me atop the kitchen as my legs drew him closer. It wasn't enough, we weren't close enough. Breaking apart for a split second, Vincent removed his shirt as I did mine.

His skin was burning mine as his lips began to move down my chest. I kissed his shoulder, running my hands through his hair, pulling his lips back to mine. Only to then break a part as he muttered one word.

"Couch?"

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