I couldn't decide for two so I made three short ones, have fun.

Catherine Chandler: I just walked in on my sister and a friend christening my apartment.

Tess Vargas: Ooh. I'd charge extra rent for that.

Catherine:

Tess and i joked and laughed the whole day about it, little Heather getting it on and i charging her extra Dollars for the sterilization of our apartment. It was hilarious, really. I wasn't angry at my sister, it was her home too and she was young, she should have fun. But just maybe not in our Kitchen, the place where I ate. But something about it kept bothering me, I just couldn't put my finger on it. It taunted my mood all day and only when I lay in the safety of my own Bed I could bring myself to be honest with me.

Maybe I was a bit jealous. Not of Heather or this Josh guy, but for the part of being with someone. It had been a while since I was with a man and I was a grown woman, I had hormones and urges like anyone. Of course I wanted someone by my side, next to me in my bed. But the thought of letting someone getting close to me terrified me. Letting another one see my deepest secrets had always been one of my fears. So i stayed alone and used my Imagination from time to time. And in the safety of my privacy I was letting my mind wander, let said imagination replace Heather with myself. But not Josh were the focus of my thoughts, no. His shoulders got broader, his arms became more muscular and his eyes transformed into darker ones. Standing at my refrigerator wearing nothing but tight boxers and looking hungrily at me. Shock forced my fantasies to vanish when my mind painted a clearer picture. It was Vincent. I realized I had fantasized about me and Vincent in my kitchen. I could feel myself blushing fiercely while trying to get rid of this Image in my head. Fuck. Of course, I know it was all harmless in my head but he needed a friend, a person to protect and help him not someone who was secretly lusting over him. The whole Station I worked at was fill of attractive Men, why did I pictured none of them, but Vincent? Sure he was very handsome, but nonetheless it somehow felt wrong. I felt guilty to use him like that. He deserves more.

Vincent: No, I saw Catherine arrest a woman who was innocent. Okay I thought she should know. That's it.

Catherine: Are you?You saw me arrest her? And earlier at the school. Have you been following me?

Vincent :

Busted! Fear creeps ups my spine and makes my head spin. My hands are getting sweaty. How do I get out of this before she realized that I lied to her and that I'm a total creep?! All this time I told her I just go out in the safety of the night and now she knows I'm following her around in the bright of the day. I don't want her to know how important she had become for me, I don't want her to know the power she holds over me. I make a lame try to excuse it with the resent attack and hope she buys it. Thankful she does and we talking some more about the case, work seems always like a safe topic with her. But I know I can't convince J.T.. This is just another proof for him that I lost my mind over this annoying Cop, he says. I don't know how to answer him, it's not that I have any chance of denying it. I try to sense how she feels about this piece of new information, but she let me see nothing. Does she feel safer now? Not that she would need me to feel safe but just knowing that someone keeps an eye on her could be good, right?

As always when she leaves, I feel unsure of the situation. Is she mad at me? Is she even caring? I'm not so good in reading people any more and it makes me feel uneasy and insecure, feelings that I don't like and also didn't felt a long time but she brings them all back. I want her to like me, to know I'm worthy of her trust. But maybe I'm just a helpful source for her to use, like a tracker dog. I hope I'm not. while my mind rewinds our conversation, trying to red between the lines J.T. Is rambling about his heart attack, the danger and that he is the one left out. I try to nicely blend him out and go back to my work out. Maybe if I power myself out enough, I could get a restful night of sleep without thinking or dreaming of her...

Catherine Chandler: I just wish you were a normal guy.

Vincent Keller: Ouch.

Vincent:

A normal guy? I don't think she knows how deep this words stab my gut. For 10 Years I wish to be normal, to live a normal live. And since the last weeks, there's another wish. To be a normal man. Thanks for pointing that out, Cat. She's trying to soften her words, trying to make it didn't sound so bad, but the after taste stays. I try to look not wounded and joke about it. Maybe she finally get it. There isn't really a chance for a life for me. Perhaps she is contemplating her connection with me, if it's worth the risk that it brings with knowing me? She says she want to do this on my terms, but even I don't know what my terms are. I give her my number, although it's more of an symbolic act because it's going to be deactivated in a few days. I think it's the thought that counts. But her words don't leave my head, I hear them in an endless repeat. Normal...

It makes me grumpy for a few days but than it hit's me. I know why I wishing for all this stupid stuff but why is she? Are there any chances that she might find me attractive, even with my scarred face? That she could consider being with me? Although all the ugliness that resides in me? Not to mention the human insecurities that I feel on top or the deadly sword hanging over all of our heads. After this raw panic she saw in my eyes in this shitty hiding hole, while trying desperately to get out? I always thought it was just me, developing this fruitless feelings on the first Person that had been nice to me in several years. I know, I had J.T. but it just felt so different with her. It felt so good to be seen, to be enough to hold her eye and interest. She saw me, Vincent the Guy who knew about medicine and were a soldier in the past. Not Vincent, the Freak with the crazy Episodes were he turned into some horror creature. Talking to her was easily, stimulating and felt real. Like we were Friends who asked about the others day or helped each other with a problem at work. Except that I don't have a Job or very much to talk about but somehow she still likes our Conversations.