A/N: Well, I'm back. As always I'm sorry for the long wait, I didn't have time to write because this semester I got an academic commitment were I had to achieve a certain grade to improve my average, so I was really into studying. At the end I fail 1 of the courses -.-, but I think I get the grade :D. So, finally I'm on vacation and I have time to write. I watched the BATB finale when it was going to be emitted here, because I didn't had the time to watch it when it aired in the States and tho I didn't want the show to end, I couldn't ask for a better ending, I wanted JTnT's wedding but for the rest I loved it, and cried and it was awesome. I hope now that I have more time, I can post chapters sooner, but I also have other hobbies to do XD and I got into the Shadowhunters world and I'm trying to finish all the books before S2, so there's that. Enjoy chapter 10, thanks for reading :3.
PD: For the person who asked me, the island is called Providencia, here in Colombia. The place is lovely, tho I don't think that staying a month is a good idea, at least for me; at the third week I was already missing the city stress and noise, and the technology and internet XD.
PD 2: Thank you Joy P for giving my story a chance, hope you continue reading it and I hope it helped you cheer up and change the activity :3.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BATB OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, I'M JUST BORROWING THEM FOR THIS.
Two weeks have passed. Two weeks where they updated JT and Tess on the whole case. Two weeks of work where they didn't find anything useful and they only got leads that took them to dead ends.
The only useful thing they found was Murfield's handyman, Ray Sheckman. He made all their dirty work; from stealing things, to killing and disappearing people. The problem was that Murfield knew how to cover their tracks and Sheckman knew how to do a clean work, so it was another dead end.
So now, they where sitting in front of each other, computer and papers in hand, frustrated and trying to find something useful to continue. In complete silence. Since the incident that had happened two days ago; they weren't talking to each other out of the necessary and were in an awkward tension all the time.
2 days ago:
"Sheckman was another waste of time," Vincent said madly, drinking another sip from his beer.
"He is probably hiding something." Catherine told him, leaning against the kitchen counter.
They've been keeping a little distance between each other, because over the last week, the tension between them have been growing. Vincent finally accepted the fact that Catherine was one hell of a woman, she was amazing and smart, independent, not to mention she was pretty and hot and he could trust her with anything; despite that, he knew he had to maintain the distance between the two of them, because if he let the tension blow, things will end up pretty bad.
On the other hand, Catherine dealt with the fact the she might have desires for Vincent, not only physical, but emotional. She didn't want to say she liked him, but it was close to that.
"Of course he is," Vincent answered. "I could sense it when we were talking to him. The problem is that we can't tell him why we knew he was lying." He took the last sip of his beer and stood up, walking towards the kitchen.
"We still need to find a way to take the information out of him," she said returning to her task in there.
"Or find another lead, tho it's true it will be easier if we made Sheckman talk." He entered the kitchen in search for the trash.
She was cleaning dishes, so Vincent move to the other side to throw away the bottle. But they turned around at the same time, crashing with each other. With a couple of sorry's from both of them, Vincent react and grab Catherine's arms to keep her from falling. When they recover their balance they looked up, into each other's faces. They both realized they were really close, Vincent strong hands on her arms. She could feel his breathing on her face, the heat of his strong and firm muscles.
Vincent sense her heart starting to beat faster, she was small but strong. Her soft skin bellow his hands, how he softly moved his fingers causing her goosebumps. They couldn't helped themselves, leaning closer, Catherine raised her arms while Vincent rested his hands on her hips.
"Catherine, we can't," he whispered in a deep tone when their heads were just inches away. She softly nodded, but, despite their words they didn't pull away, they got even closer to each other. Their bodies touched first, tearing an exhalation from both of them. The heat of each other, how their bodies fitted just right, the fast heart beating, their breaths, it was all too much. Closing the final distance between each other they started kissing; they tried to make it slow but the kiss escalated quickly when Vincent deepened it by pulling his tongue inside her mouth.
The kiss became hard, desperate; and without noticing, Catherine's back hit the counter, she gasped while one hand moved from his neck to his back, pulling him closer. Vincent raised her top a little, to put his hands on her bare waist; they both sighed pleased. Catherine responded to Vincent's demanding lips with the same force, sucking at his tongue every time he put it in; they battled against each other with lips, tongue and teeth as she buried her fingers hard on his back and scalp.
After some moments their bodies were almost on fire, the kiss swallowing all the air in their lungs. Catherine pulled a leg around his waist and when their crotches met. Suddenly, Vincent felt it: the rush of adrenaline kicking, the fire running from his heart to the rest of his body; his DNA reacting, his eyes changing; and so, as the kiss started; it was over. He strongly pulled away. Catherine gasped at the lack of Vincent and the surprise for the quick move; when her brain catched up, he was standing at the other side of the kitchen, trying to recover his breath and with his eyes glowing yellow.
"Vincent, are you ok?" She asked worried while taking a step closer. Vincent just moved away.
"Yes, it's just… The beast." He paused for some moments. And not caring that much about Catherine's hurt expression, he continue. "I'm going for some air, see you." And with that he fled out of the apartment; leaving a hurt and confused Catherine, that just realized she actually liked Vincent, in the kitchen counter.
Catherine mentally kicked herself for remembering that; she felt stupid after it. How did she thought that he really wanted to do that) with her? Though she couldn't helped herself either, Vincent gave her the signs and she just couldn't controlled it. Which by the way, was weird in her; because she normally was in control of everything that happened around her, including sexual desire, she managed to do it even with Gabe; and that made things even worst with Vincent. The fact that she couldn't control herself or the situation with him.
Vincent felt like a total jerk, he avoided Catherine since the kiss until a couple of hours ago, that they had to keep working on Gabe's case. But the truth was, that he couldn't let the thing escalated, not with his DNA and the incident that happened some time ago; they where lucky he could pull away in time and then get out to calm himself down. But that didn't change the fact that everything between them was awkward now and that she, probably, was completely pissed with him.
In that moment his phone rang, interrupting both of their thoughts. When Vincent saw on the screen that it was JT he answered immediately.
"Tell me you have something," he demanded before his best friend could even say "hi".
"Hello to you too, I'm fine thank you for asking." JT sarcastically said.
"Come on, JT we don't have time of this." Was his answer.
"Fine, put me on the speaker." Vincent did as he said as JT waited a second to speak again. "Well, our dear Sheckman took me to another good lead. It turns out that Sheckman contacts Murfield through a woman name Clare Sinclair." JT told them. "I'm sending you her information; I got it from Tess' database so its reliable." Vincent arched an eyebrow while JT's message popped up on his mail.
"Since when is not 'detective Vargas', or '007's cop friend', JT?" He curiously asked. That made even Catherine pay attention to the phone waiting for an answer.
"Well, I-I've been talking to her a little more." His friend nervously answered. "I felt like it was better if I started calling her by the name. And this is not what we're supposed to be talking about, check the file." JT finally demanded. Despite the awkwardness, he sent Catherine a funny look that she responded with a sassy eyebrow wiggling; they were definitely going to tease JT and Tess about this. After that they returned to the file, reading again until some moments later Catherine spoke.
"She is the girlfriend of Dr. Evan Marks?" She asked and Vincent send her a questioning look while JT answered that she was. "I know him." Catherine answered the unspoken question. "I went to college with him." She made a pause and then sigh. "And he was my boyfriend." At that Vincent made an uncomfortable expression and JT an amused noise.
"Well, this world is certainly small," he commented. "Maybe you can take advantage of that and take the information of his girlfriend out of him." He finished.
"Actually, I think it is a good idea." Catherine said. "We'll go tomorrow and talk to Evan. JT can you get me all the information you can on what is he doing nowadays and where is he working?"
"Doing just that, female 007." Over the phone they could hear the typing sound of JT's keyboard. "I'll send the info when it's complete, you go there tomorrow and tell me what you find." They both agreed and with that Vincent hung up.
Catherine continue checking the file, but after some moments, Vincent's voice cut the thick silence between them.
"Catherine, are we going to talk about what happened?" He carefully asked.
"There's nothing to talk about, Vincent." She answered looking up at him with her body tensed.
"There is." He tried again. "Look, I'm sorry. I know I behaved like a total dick and all, but Catherine I can't let my adrenaline kick like that, it is dangerous for both of us and if I didn't pulled away I would have hurt you. And that is the last thing I want." Catherine blushed a little but she kept the firm gaze.
"Vincent, I don't really think your beast will hurt me, and even if you have a rush of adrenaline I think you can control it. And even if you didn't, I didn't deserved the way you treat me that day, or at least I deserved an explanation."
"I know, I owed you that; but, Catherine you're wrong about something, and is the fact that I can't control it in those situations. I-I can hurt you, and that is something I can tell you from experience, is not safe if I let the adrenaline kick in under those contexts." Catherine made a face as if she was going to speak, but Vincent didn't let her. "Don't ask, is something really embarrassing and dark that I might tell you some other time. Meanwhile, I hope we can keep things this way." She closed the computer and stare coldly at him.
"What way?" Catherine strongly asked. "Because I don't think we are friends or in a relationship for that matter. Vincent, you can't just erase the fact that we kissed, it happened and is something we need to deal with; even if you don't want to do it ever again." She wasn't sure why she said the last part but with it, something shifted in Vincent's face.
"Just- I just." He sigh and organize his words. "I want to, believe me, I do. But I think it'll be better if we solve this case first and take things slowly, Catherine. I don't want to erase or forget what happened, I just need you to know that it can't go further than that." And that wasn't the answer she was expecting, so she looked at him in shock.
"Well, does that mean that we can kiss again?" She carefully asked. Vincent smiled softly.
"I don't know. I think it'll be fine, tho we really need to figure our feelings out." He answered and Catherine nodded. He wanted to kiss Vincent again too. After looking at each other for some seconds they awkwardly chuckled. The truth was that Vincent was worried things weren't going to work out, that Catherine at the end realized he wasn't worth it and left him just like Alex did. And Catherine was afraid of opening her heart and getting hurt; but both wanted to try things out, they've been away from the romantic field for too long and they just couldn't deny how strong the tension was between the two of them. With that thought in mind they said their good nights and went to sleep.
A/N: Sorry for the long author's note XD. What do you think? Am I too bad at writing kisses? Is my second time, hope you like it. Review and see you next chapter. I fixed some mistakes of Ch 9, and upload it again, sorry for the tease.