Hey all! I am working on the next chapter of the story already. It will be in Catherine's POV so it should be interesting! Let me know what you all think and if you think there need to be something added to the story. Love you all!

It had been a little over a week since the raid on the serial killers house. Ok. Who was I kidding It had been 11 days. In that 11 days I hadn't called Alex back. I had text her a couple of times to let her know that the case wasn't going well and I was busy helping. The truth was however, I had not seen Catherine in 11 days. I tried to see her at her home and catch her on her way to work but with no success. I wanted to help but I couldn't because I was being shut out. More than anything it was driving me crazy not knowing how Catherine was.

I had gone by Catherine's precinct just to see if maybe by some miracle I would be able to see just a glimpse of her. For the four hours I was standing outside I didn't see her come or go. My head was hung low with defeat even as I arrived home. As I looked up I noted that JT was home and next to his car was a red 1968 Camaro. Mouse had stopped by.

The day after the raid Mouse had let JT drive us and she had stayed quiet looking out the passenger side window. I was under the impression that she was so deep in thought that she didn't even know where we had driven her. She didn't come in that day. She just gave a small smile that didn't reach her eyes and said see ya later. No one was up for conversation that day. But we hadn't heard any thing from her since. So, I was slightly surprised to she her car sitting in the makeshift driveway.

As I entered the room I saw JT with his nose buried deep in a stack of papers he needed to grade and I noticed a head of short green hair watching CNN on the flat screen. As I closed the door behind me both heads snapped in my direction.

Mouse stood up and walked around the couch to come and stand next to the table that JT was sitting at. Her entire head of hair had been changed to green, she was in her usual skinny jeans, and a black T-shirt that had "The Increditable Hulk" written across it in bright green. It brought a ghost of a smile to my face.

"Nice shirt." I said.

She smiled wide, "I thought you would like it."

"Nice shirt? Did you not see her car out there?" JT asked with exasperation. "It is bright red! We might as well put a red dot on a map and send it to Merfield and say Vincent Keller is here."

"I'm surprised you haven't had a heart attack yet." Mouse said looking at JT from the side of her vision with one eye brow raised. "I told you already, I will come in the Audi next time."

"No. There will be no next time. You need to stay away from here. What is wrong with the women you met?" JT looked at me. "What don't they understand about stay way?"

"It's his rock hard abs and boyish good looks. What can I say, we just can't stay away." Mouse had finished her mocking statement by placing an elbow on the table and putting her head in her hand in a sort of school girl dream state.

JT just looked at her in shock. After that wore off he shook his head, grabbed his papers and got up. "Maybe she will listen to you." He said shuffling his pages in order before he turned and walked upstairs. What JT didn't understand was Mouse probably didn't listen to anyone.

As I turned back to her she was sitting at the table smiling at me. "How's it going Bruce?"

I sat down on the other side of her and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Wow! That bad huh? No luck with the killer?" Her voice had become smaller on the last part of the sentence. This brought my eyes to examine her closer. That is when I noticed a bruise under her left eye.

"What happened?" I said raising a hand to Mouse's face but not touching.

Mouse touched her face with a questioning look on her face. When her hand came to rest on the bruised area. "Oh!" She said as if just remembering that she was hurt. She fidgeted in her chair. "Well after the raid. I decided that it might be best if I learn self-defense. I got a coach to teach me the basics. During one of our sessions I kind of got distracted and was hit in the face with an elbow."

A light pink color had stared to come through on her cheeks. "Anyway." She said wanting to change the subject. "I brought you something that might lift your spirits." She pushed a large envelope towards me.

I opened it to find a picture of an older man. His hair was starting to gray at his temples. "am I suppose to know who he is?" not sure how this was supposed to brighten anyone's spirits.

"It's the picture of the guy that left the SUV in the empty lot. I thought maybe you could give it to Catherine for me."

"I'm little confused. I thought you said you couldn't get a clear picture?" I said looking at her.

"Well" Mouse ran her hand through her hair and she leaned back in the chair. "My software couldn't make the picture clear but I was able to borrow some awesome technology from the Department of Defense. It was able to make the picture clear as day. It only took a day!" Mouse's face and eyes were glowing with excitement.

I could feel my mouth hanging open. Mouse looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Don't go all JT on me. You know how good I am. I was very, very careful."

It was my turn to run my hands though my hair. "Mouse, I can't take this to Catherine." Mouse looked confused. "She hasn't spoken to me since the raid."

Mouse's eyes narrowed and she leaned into the table. "What happened?"

"Nothing. I've been to her apartment and work. Every time I go to her apartment she isn't there or she is there but all the lights are off. She is always with her partner when she is at work and I can't get her alone. That is where I was coming back from just now. I text her and she doesn't answer."

"And the other chick? Alex? Have you been to see her or talked to her?" Mouse asked.

I shook my head, "No, I haven't seen Alex. I did text her to let her know that we were having problems with the case."

"Except you weren't working on a case." Mouse said.

At my no reply Mouse's mouth perked up slightly. "Bruce, do you know what it means to lie by omission?"

I wasn't sure where this was going but I just nodded, "I means you lie by not saying anything even though you know it's not true."

"I think you have made your choice between the hot cop and the ex fiancé by omission." She looked so pleased with her self. I was surprised that she didn't lean back in her chair and kick her feet up on the table.

Had I chosen? My actions would show I had. I looked back on everything that had happened the last couple of weeks and all it once it hit me like a grand piano. All I could see was Catherine. All I ever saw, worried about, thought about, was Catherine. I was so stupid. I only hoped my realization hadn't come too late.

"Mouse. I know you have already done a lot for me and I'm sorry to have to ask for another favor but..."

"I thought, well kinda hoped, that we were friends." she said her hand drawing imaginary circles on the table.

"We are friends." I said with a reassuring smile.

"Well, friends don't keep track of favors." she said with a smile.