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Catherine woke up, a wide smile gracing her face. Opening her eyes, she felt that the bed she was sleeping on was a strange one. The sheets didn't feel like hers and the pillow smelled like someone else. It smelled like… Vincent?!

She immediately sat up and looked around the room. Oh, yes. She had spent the night at Vincent's! Her cheeks turned red, because she had been smelling his pillow. No, ...deeply inhaling was the correct term. And she liked it… a lot! Lying in his bed, made her feel like she was surrounded by him. It made her whole body tingle deliciously. The evening before, he told her that she could sleep on his bed. He was going to crash on JT's couch. She protested, because she didn't want to be a burden. But he insisted, so... she gave in.

Catherine went back under the covers, but heard him coming up the stairs. She immediately got up and began making his bed. She had her back to him and tried to act normal. Why did she act like a 15 year old girl who was having a crush?!

"Morning, Cat." She heard him say.

She turned around and smiled."Morning, Vincent." She replied, smiling nervously.

"I brought you breakfast." He said.

"Thank you. But I hope you don't mind if I take a shower first?" She responded.

He nodded and took a bite of his donut.

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After Catherine had showered and had eaten her breakfast, she took a seat in her car. Vincent sat in the back seat and stayed as low as possible.

They weren't talking at the moment, because nobody must know that he was with her. During the drive, her mind automatically drifted to that morning.

She was taking a shower, but felt a bit uncomfortable, knowing that he could hear every move she made. She tried to be as quiet as possible, but she knew that he still could hear her. And just as she was about to ask him to give her some privacy, she heard him say:"I will be waiting outside, Cat."

Relieved, she sighed deeply and went on with her shower. With him around, she felt really safe but she needed her space at times.

They arrived at the address, so she said." We are here, Vincent."

Vincent's super senses were immediately on full alert. "I am ready." He stated.

Catherine stepped out of her car and saw an abandoned building. "Whoa. He so does not live here." She stated.

She looked at Vincent and said."Okay, I will go first. If I don't come out in 10 minutes, you can come after me."

Vincent saw her walking away. She strutted with confidence; she was a real experienced cop. Seeing her move like that, made him admire her even more. Of course he was worried about her, but he promised to do as she told him. His super senses were still on full alert, now that she was going into a strange building. He didn't know what dangers laid ahead of her. All he could do at the moment was to be ready.

Catherine walked into the building and saw that it was completely empty. Apart from some old furniture, there was practically nothing there. She went from room to room…At the end of the hall, she smelled something. She recognized the smell… it was blood. Dried blood, to be exact.

Being an experienced cop, has made her used to seeing dead bodies. Of course at night, she sometimes couldn't sleep, thinking about the one that had been murdered. It made her cringe, knowing that there were evil people in the world who murdered others. That's why, time after time she did her very best, to solve the murder cases. So the people, who were left behind, could get some kind of closure. Catherine also did her very best to not get too personal on a case, but sometimes it was hard for her. Because she knew what it felt like to lose someone close to her heart.

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Vincent was anxiously waiting in the car. Okay, just one more minute and he could go inside. He smelled blood, dried blood to be exact. He assumed that there was a dead body in the building, but he didn't want to disobey Catherine. So he waited. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on her and on the rest. Nobody was there besides her. Her heart was beating steadily and her breathing was normal too.

Knowing that she was not under any stress, had made him less worried.

But suddenly he noticed that she was not feeling well. He immediately stormed into the building, feeling that the Beast wanted to get out!

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The moment she opened the last room of the hall, her stomach turned. The smell was unbearable. A man was lying on the floor with his face downwards. And just as she was about to move him to see his face, Vincent appeared.

"Cat. What's wrong?" he asked, his chest heaving.

In a blink, he was inside with her in the room. Luckily the Beast calmed down, after Vincent saw that she was fine.

"I found a body. From the look and smell of it, he has been lying here for a couple of days." She responded.

Sitting on her hunches, she moved the body with her hand, turning him around. The moment she saw his face, she wanted to throw up. His face was completely bashed in. On the floor, they both saw a crowbar, covered with blood.

"Oh, God! You can barely see his face; I assume that they hit his face with that crowbar." She managed to say.

The sight of the body was awful; there was blood everywhere. It suddenly became too much for her. Grabbing Vincent by the arm, she pulled herself up.

"I have to call it in." she said and walked away.

Vincent went after her and grabbed her hand lightly."Cat, wait one moment. What about JT? How are we going to find him now? Bill Connor is dead; we cannot ask him anything. Give me some time, let me look around first. And then after, you can call it in." he asked with pleading eyes.

"Okay, 10 minutes tops. I will help you." She replied and went to help him search the place.

"I will go up stairs. Will you investigate the other way?" he asked.

She nodded, so they searched the place separately. They both searched the place high and low, but didn't find one significant thing.

"Damn it!" Vincent roared.

His breathing became ragged and his chest heaved uncontrollably. He was at the end of his rope. Guilt was eating him up from the inside out. He broke down and stayed on the floor, but suddenly stormed down stairs. Catherine was in danger! She was fighting someone…

Within minutes, he was in the same room as her. He saw her gasping for air, a large man was wrapping his hands around her neck. Vincent couldn't hold back anymore, within seconds the Beast appeared and grabbed the man. With tears in her eyes she sank to the floor. Catherine watched how the Beast was attacking his assailant. He tried fighting, but the man had no chance at all.

Catherine was terrified, but still had the courage to stand up.

"Vincent, stop it. How will we get to JT if you kill him?" she asked, her voice trembling.

But Vincent was gone; the Beast took over and didn't listen to her! His only thought was.' He was hurting Catherine! He was hurting my Catherine! For that, he must pay with his life.'

And he did; not long after, the Beast killed the man. When he realized that he was dead, the Beast changed back. Vincent's chest was heaving and looked at her.

"Catherine, are you alright?" he asked, walking towards her.

She nodded and said."I am fine."

He placed one hand on her chin and the other on her neck, examining her. The skin on her neck was a little bruised. He gently cupped her face with both his hands and locked eyes with her.

"I am so sorry that I left you alone." He said with pleading eyes.

"I am fine, really. But how are we going to help JT now? You have killed him." She whispered.

Vincent swallowed hard and sighed deeply."I am sorry that I didn't listen, but I couldn't control myself." He responded.

They were still looking each other in the eyes, when a phone rang.

He looked at her, but she said. "It's not mine."

"It's his!" they said in unison.

They frantically began to search for the phone. Vincent found it and pulled it out of the dead man's jacket. He put it on speaker phone, his fingers shaking.

Sighing deeply, he answered." Hallo."

With anticipation, Catherine waited. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage at the moment. 'Who could it be?' She thought.

On the other line, a man said. "So, I take it that you are not my employee. Your name is Vincent, right? JT's long time friend?"

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