Hey guys, this is the LAST chapter! Hooray and Boooo! Lol It's been nice and fun! I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry for my errors!

*DISCLAIMER* I don't own BATB or the characters, I'm just borrowing them for the time being.

Chapter 10: Ghost

Catherine/Vincent

Portland, Oregon

They had made it to the location she recovered from the database. They got out of the truck and walked up to the white brick section of apartments. It looked a little run-down but it wasn't the worst area in the neighborhood.

They both stood in front of the house that suppose to belong to Tim. Vincent sighed to himself before looking to Catherine who was judging the living environment.

"I don't know how this is gonna turn out.." He spoke looking at her even more as she turned to face him. She had helped him get this far and he couldn't be more grateful..but he still was worried about what could go down. He knew he was angry at Tim and he honestly didn't know how he'd react when he saw him. Whatever went down, he didn't want her receiving any of the consequences.

"I just want to say thank you.." He candidly in his deep voice. "For everything." He expressed as his eyes still ran over her features.

She lightly smiled as she looked up at him, she could sense his worry.

"We're gonna prove your innocent. Together." She said as their eyes marveled together. She let her hand rest on the side of his face naturally as she trailed him closer.

"I promise." She uttered and she smiled with more confidence, which made him simper in return. Her palm fell down to the top of his chest as she pulled away from him.

"Come on." She encouraged him as she turned away, walking up the stairs.

He sighed to himself and followed behind her. They came in contact with the porch of the little apartment and Catherine rested her feet on the welcome mat. Her hand bunched up as her nerves were starting to float around. She looked to the side at Vincent as he stood against the house, out of sight. They knew if Tim saw Vincent at his front door, there was no way they were getting anywhere.

Vincent was completely out of sight to anyone who would answer the door and Catherine took that signal to go ahead and knock. She firmly knocked on the door three times and found herself counting the seconds till he answered the door.

Her eyes jumped a little when the door cracked open, but quickly recovered. The guy looked rough but not to the extent of not taken care of. He was short and scraggy and his chose of clothing didn't make his appearance any better. He resembled the guy in the vegetative state so much.

"Yeah?" He asked, looking clueless and a bit odd as he leaned against the boarding of the door.

Catherine put on a big smile as she folded her hands together, not being able to help it.

"Hi, I..just moved into the building and..I locked my keys and purse in my car." She said in an unusually perky manner as Tim took a second to glance at her glance she brought up.

"I can't get into my apartment to call Triple A. Can I borrow your phone?" She asked swiftly, seeming desperate.

Tim squinted his eyes at her for a few moments before stepping back into his house and shutting the door.

Catherine remained there as her smile quickly fell. She looked to Vincent who was parading the same questionable look she was performing. He'd just shut the door in her face. Vincent leaned forward a little, as he tried to see through the top windows on the front door to see if Tim had completely left her presence.

Catherine looked through the odd cut glass on the door and moved her hand to push Vincent back in his spot. She sighed in relief as Tim was walking back to the door.

"He's coming." She urgently whispered to Vincent as she glanced in his direction. He nodded his head and continued to wait.

As soon as Tim opened the door her smile was back in full effect.

Tim looked around before handing her the house phone.

"Make it quick, I'm on my way out." He pestered as he rested back in his previous position.

"Thanks.." She said as she looked down to the phone before shaking her head. She smiled looking back up to the man.

"I don't suppose you have the number?" She asked in a innocent tone, her teeth grasping her bottom lip.

This time Tim looked at her carefully, he was definitely starting to question this mysterious woman's actions. Something didn't feel right to him.

"Yeah, I'll get my wallet." He said quickly as he went to go back in the house. He turned around almost in a hurry to seal his front door shut. Catherine moved back unexpectedly as Vincent maneuvered in front of her and kicked the door open before Tim could shut it.

Tim only looked back for a second and felt nothing but horror and his stomach flip at the sight of Vincent. He ran to get his constructive hammer off the top of his tool box sitting near by. He spun around to lunge towards an attacking Vincent and swung the object towards his head.

Vincent stopped him as he grabbed his wrist and luckily he overpowered him as he pushed him backward. He flipped his arm around behind his back and slammed him against the wall. Vincent took the hammer from him before it dropped to the ground and Tim groaned in pain as his face greeted the wall. Catherine ran in after Vincent as she heard the sounds of Tim's crying voice.

"Two years Tim! Two years!" She yelled at him as he shoved him against the wall again. He forced him around so he could see the sleazeball's face.

Vincent's rage returned immediately as he felt his hand wrapped around Tim's neck tightly. Tim coughed a little and gave him an evil smirk.

"What are you gonna do?! You gonna kill me?!" He asked and screeched as he felt Vincent's grip slowly squeeze the life from his body.

Vincent leaned closer to his face as Tim started to grabbed at his wrist to be released.

"I've already been convicted of it, why not?" Vincent breathed as his eyes fueled with darkness. Two years of his life had been taken away mainly because of this idiot.

"Vincent! Don't!" She yelled at him as saw his hand raise higher with the hammer. "Don't!" She shouted again as she witnessed a darker Vincent.

Vincent heard Catherine's voice hit him but he still applied pressure to the strangling Tim.

"Your gonna confess everything! Your gonna confess everything to the police, you hear me?!" He forced at Tim as he pushed him further into the wall.

Catherine looked to Tim, hoping he'd say something in agreement before he was choked out. He was either willing to go to jail for his crimes or die. The tough part about it was he would die at the hands of Vincent...she'd hope he'd the option where he lived.

Tim looked to Vincent closely as he struggled to breathe. "Screw you." He murmured out and Catherine knew then that he had sat his fate.

She looked to Vincent as his face got uglier and he brought the hammer up to Tim's length.

"Vincent! It's not worth it!" She stressed, trying to get through to him.

Vincent was listening, but he wasn't at the same time. Tim would never comply and he'd convinced himself that he deserved to die. He had complied to work with his ex-wife and his ex-friend to send him to prison for something he didn't do. For what? A few grand? There was no way in hell Tim was living sort of life after what he did. He didn't deserve to.

Before Vincent knew it, he lunged the hammer forward and it crashed through the wall beside Tim's head. It barely missed him as he leaned down at the sound of the police swarming in.

"Get on the ground now! Let's go!" Detective Delany screamed as him and his team ran into the house.

The police pulled Vincent off the man and he dropped the hammer before getting dragged to the ground. They pulled Catherine along as well and placed her beside him.

Tim took deep breaths as Delany pointed his gun in his direction. He rose his hands in the air as he leaned against the wall he almost died on.

"Get down on the ground! Sir, get down on the ground!" He repeated to Tim and he slowly got down on his knees as he looked up, pleading with the officer.

"I-I..I want a deal! I want a deal!" Catherine heard Tim shout as she covered her head with her small hands. Her heart was pumping and her breathing was rushed as she looked to Vincent a few feet beside her who was laying face down as a few officers surrounded him. Tim was forced to lay beside Vincent, face against the floor while they searched the premises out of routine.

A Little Later

The team was in the living room of Tim's apartment and they were about to question him, only because he begged for it. He was seated in a chair in the center on the room, handcuffed. Delany leaned in front of him, waiting to see what he had to say. No matter what he said, he was still getting put away.

Tim rocked his gaped legs back and forth as he looked up at detective Delany with a delinquent look.

"You gotta make sure I don't do any major time." Tim started and Delany raised an eyebrow up at him. He looked to his partner in disbelief at this guy.

"We already tied Tori to the wire transfers." Stephanie informed him as she stood over the criminal.

Tim stretched his eyes as he strained to look at her.

"Trust me, I'll give you a nice bow to wrap it all up with.." He proceeded, looking back to Delany. "But I'm not saying another word until I get a deal." Stephanie scuffed, looking off to the side.

Delany smirked at how smart this guy actually thought he was.

"Give it up, and if it's any good, I'll take it to the DA." Delany offered him. Tim eye's were brim as he sat up on the chair and leaned his head back.

"You better not do bad by me.." He warned the detective before collecting his thoughts of what actually happened.

"Tori's husband Gabe, he took care of the DNA."

"Oh yeah, and how's that?" Stephanie asked uninterested as she slightly paced back and forth.

"He stabbed me! Stitched me up and took bags of my blood for him and Tori to plant!" He confessed and Delany's expression changed as he looked up to the woman walking around. Stephanie gave him the exact expression, not sure if his story was to be believed.

"That's a good story.." He said crossing his arms. "Got any proof to back it up?" He asked.

"Yeah." Tim stated quickly. "He wrote me two bad scripts for antibiotics. Pharmacy kept him on the count of him being on some watch list for selling illegal prescriptions." Tim said and he could tell he now had their attention.

"Check it out. They're written the day after I was murdered." Delany stared at him before slowly nodding his head.

He leaned forward to Tim who was bound to the chair.

"Give me the name and address to that pharmacy. And if it pans out, I'll get you a deal." He told the man who was quite desperate.

Later

Delany looked over some of the written details as Stephanie walked over to the truck. He closed the folder and tucked it away as he saw her bring Mrs. Marks along. Catherine looked drained and tired as her hands were cuffed behind her back.

Stephanie dug the key out of her pocket and went to un-cuff the woman.

"We should charge you with aiding and embedding a fugitive." Stephanie berated as the unlocked the small a lock keeping Catherine's hands binded. Catherine's face winced momentarily at the rough treatment. She looked to the female detective as she rubbed her aching wrist.

Catherine looked to Detective Delany as he gently gripped her arm, leading her forward.

"Step inside please." He suggested she climb up into the STAT truck. He held her just in case as she struggled to get her foot on the high step.

They all climbed into the all black vehicle and they suggested she take a seat to inform her how things would go from now on.

Catherine looked at the chart laid on the table in front of her. It set a couple files and two pictures of her and Vincent. Her attention was cute short as Delany walked around to the table and sat down across from her.

"Seems like your husband was just arrested for the solicitation of your kidnapping and murder." He informed to her as he read the paper he was just given. He looked up to see her close her eyes in relief. She would never have to worry about Evan again.

"I don't suppose you know anything about a recording being played?" He asked her and Catherine instantly thought of JT and smiled. She slowly nodded her head in return.

"Vincent gave it to me. And.." She paused, reaching down to grab something out of her purse. They watched her as she pulled out a wrinkled, yellow sticky note.

"He gave me that." She revealed, handing the small note over to Delany. He unfolded the old note and stared at the random numbers.

"It's the alarm code to our house." She told him as she pushed some fallen strands behind her ear. "It's Evan's handwriting." He glanced to his partner who was standing close by and back to Catherine and nodded his head.

Catherine felt her leg start to shake as everything was finally out in the open. She needed to know if Vincent would be freed after all of this. He did nothing wrong but rescue her.

"So I hope you can see..Vincent kidnapped me to save my life." She said, almost pleading with the detectives for understanding.

Delany sighed and nodded his head, "So it appears. Mr. Keller was also wrongfully imprisoned. We're arresting his ex-wife and her husband as we speak." He notified her.

Catherine tried to remain indifferent towards the news, but she couldn't fight the slight smirk that twinged her lips.

"That's good. So..he'll be let free?" She asked with hesitation evident in her voice. Detective Baker's facial expression quickly changed as Delany's was unreadable.

"I'll do what I can..but I can't guarantee that right now." He spoke honestly which made Catherine frown almost.

"Ultimately, that'll be up to a judge." Stephanie chimed in.

Catherine looked down momentarily before nodding her head. She wasn't fully accepting it. After everything she'd done, everything they'd done together, there was no way she'd settle with him still being held behind bars.

"I'd like to see him." She suddenly demanded and Delany stared at her for a few seconds before bracing a small smile.

"Of course." He allowed. He chimed Wyatt on the walky-talky who was standing beside the car Vincent was in the back of. He told them they were coming out and to let Vincent out for a moment.

Outside

Catherine was out the truck, as she was walked over to the black vehicle. She rubbed her hands over her covered arms as she looked to the back of the car, trying to see him.

Wyatt opened the back door and helped Vincent out as he ducked his head to emerge from the vehicle.

Vincent was much more calm now and he'd be lying to himself if he didn't feel partly like an idiot. He had went off earlier and almost killed Tim. He was angry and he couldn't control his rage. He was mostly upset he did it in front of Catherine. He never intended for her to witness his state and knew she was probably frightened about what almost happened.

The second he stepped out of the car, he looked up and saw Catherine walking in his direction. He found his eyes tying into her's as Wyatt pulled him along because he was handcuffed.

Delany watched the two of them speak without opening their mouths and cleared his throat before speaking to Vincent.

"My partner and I have decided to talk to the judge, see if we can get you off for time served." He announced and Vincent finally looked to him to acknowledge his presence and take in what he said.

The detective looked to the both of them again before raising his hand. "You get five minutes." He told them before leaving them to speak.

Vincent looked to his side to Wyatt who was still awkwardly standing there. He let him go and walked away as well, heading back to the car that was only two feet away.

Vincent looked back to Catherine and inched closer to her. He naturally hovered over her and found himself sighing before looking down at the ground for a few seconds. He gradually looked back to her and met her awaiting orbs.

"I'm sorry I went off in there-" He found himself apologizing and Catherine gave him a weird look as she stopped him mid-sentence.

"Don't apologize Vincent." She said staring up at him and saw he still was unsure. "I understand you were angry, It's okay." She tried reassuring him and he just slightly nodded his head in response as he pressed his lips together.

Catherine tried to lighten the mood by cracking an uncontrollable smile.

"Wow.." She breathed out. "Time served, that's..that's good." She resulted in.

"Yeah.." He returned, finally revealing his bright smile. "Yeah very." He said, finding his eyes consistently trailing over her soft lips. "You okay?" He asked, taking over a more serious tone.

She admired his as well as he stepped closer to her, almost pressing his frame against hers but he knew to keep some distance in front of everyone. She grinned slightly and nodded her head as he moved in.

"Yeah.." She exchanged and his expression finally softened as he then took on a fitting smirk. Catherine shut her eyes as Vincent moved in to place a delicate kiss on her lips. She kissed him back, feeling her body ease after a long day.

She pulled away gently to breathe in the air around them. It wasn't long before her heels left the ground as she grabbed at his face. She dragged his mouth back to hers as they both took each other in. Vincent, desperately wanting to wrap his arms around her body as he had the aching need feel every inch of her.

Stupid handcuffs he thought.

He lived in the moment as long as possible until they both needed oxygen. He gazed over her as he licked the taste of her from his lips. He leaned his forehead against hers and she let her eyes close as she savored these last few seconds as well.

1 Month Later

The girls heard the sound of the whistle and dived into the water, swimming at full speed. It was a nice and sunny day at the pool where the team practiced. Catherine watched the time click away on the timer she was clutching. She had managed to get her position back as one of the girl's coaches at the school in the community she once lived in. It was something her and Tess took part of years and years ago, it's partially the reason they became so close. She was always happy to fulfill the position and then she was forced to give it up after marrying Evan.

The girl swam her way in her coaches direction and shot her head above the water to know her numbers and see how she did.

Catherine held the clipboard against her side as she leaned down to talk to her.

"You need to follow your strokes a little more. Just reached farther." She tried to display as her arm reached out ahead.

The girl sighed as she held onto the side of the pull.

Catherine sat her clipboard down and clapped in urgency. "Okay, I want to see some more sprints!" She demanded and the girl took on a tired look and a sense of aggravation.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, you're on scholarship. I got you for two more years." She warned the girl as she looked down to the timer she was about to restart. "Come on, let's go!" She yelled to her and some of the others practicing.

"Come on, come on! Why don't you cut the girl some slack." He suggested and Catherine turned around when she heard the voice.

She was shocked at first to see him show up at her job but gradually smiled as he walked her way. Vincent smiled at her as he reached her and roped his arm casually around her waist.

"Come play hooky with me for the rest of the day." Vincent said to her, rather than asking.

"Hi.." She said with a big smile as her arm wrapped around his form as well.

"Hey." Vincent said as he grinned down at his girlfriend. She smiled even more, still getting tiny butterflies at his timely, wide grin.

She pulled her eyes from him for a moment to looked down at the girl that was trying to see if she could leave or not.

"Okay, you just got really lucky!" Catherine stated and the girl began to smile as she rested in the water.

"Go! Have a good weekend." She released her student and she reached to step out of the pool. Vincent laughed to himself as Catherine still told her to practice as she was leaving to go to the girl's locker room.

Catherine looked back to Vincent as he rested against the plank. "Wow, well you got off work early." She acknowledged and he flashed her a satisfying smirk. She smiled up at him as he stepped onto the firm, diving board.

"Yeah, you know.." He started, in his soothing voice. "I thought I'd work on my breast stroke." He said pestering and Catherine titled her head cutely at him.

"Oh yeah?" She asked as he grabbed her hand to bring her at his level. She stood on the plank as he quickly brought her figure against his.

"I could help you with that." She offered moving her hands over his chest, and he lowered his eyes at her teasing action.

"You think so?" He asked, pretending to be clueless of her skills.

She gave him a knowing look as her arms met around his neck. "Uh huh." She said as she heard him release a slight groan. She smiled big as he brought her up to indulge her. She held him closer as he deepened the feverish kiss.

Catherine pulled away from his lips suddenly as she gave him a wicked smile. He gripped her tighter as she pulled them over the edge. They crashed into the water and fell below the surface. They clutched each other as their lips remained latched, never pulling apart, under the basin of water.

The End.

A/N

(Cries but claps) Oh gosh, it's over. It's really over. I really enjoyed this movie and creating the VinCat edition from it. If you want to know & watch the film, it's called Abducted: Fugitive of Love. It's really great and the guy is ridiculously hot haha. I really hope you enjoyed this short story. I'm a little under the weather right now but the stories I'll be focusing on is The Situation and my new Christmas Story. It'll be called "Holiday Engagement" (I may change it) but It'll be around 10 chapters like this story and of course, VinCat. I already know how it'll go too! Also, I want to say sorry for not updating The Situation in a little while, i've had so much to do this semester and I'm glad it's coming to an end. Plus, these were easier to write since I already knew what to type haha But anyway, I'm going to bed. I love you all! Night! XD

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