It is always so exiting to wait for your reactions, your words are making me very proud. Before you start reading maybe someone can answer me this question... Where the hell are all those cute Forensic boys come from? Is there a school somewhere, training forensic scientist with a model job on the side? And where can we find it? As always have fun!

Catherine: As you can see Mr. Keller it is a bit of a fixer upper, but is has potential, it's quiet, there are no shared walls and the neighbourhood is very peaceful.

Catherine:

The last days had been hard, loosing Evan when there could had been ways to prevent it, would make me feel guilty for the rest of my life. I could have made a difference, could have taken a closer look and maybe than I could've warn him before it was too late. But I had been so wrapped up in my own life, in Vincent and this whole almost disaster with Tess. that I had unfortunately overlooked his path and where it would lead him. To get my mind off this grief, I had done my own little search for a new place for J.T. and Vincent. And when we raided these old industrial factory a few days ago, I thought I had maybe found the one. So in the evening I got there, checked everything out, put up some light strings and met my Boyfriend in front.

He wasn't as happy as I thought he would be no matter how much I try to sell it to him. But I found it rather sweet when he sheepishly confessed he wanted something more romantic. It was making me glad that he finally accepted that I wasn't leaving him, that he wasn't alone any more. Now, he tried to find a home with me in his mind, where I would feel good and safe, not knowing that he could live in a messy garage and I would still visiting him as much as I could. After my failed attempt of playing real estate agent we started the bigger task, the one that would hurt beyond words. Searching through Evans apartment and stuff felt so invasive but the most horrible thing was the voice of his mother on his old school answering machine. How she told him she missed him, that he should call her and how she was looking forward to his next visit. It almost broke my heart and I needed a moment to cry against Vincent's shoulder. His parents would never see him again, never know what happened to their son. There wouldn't even be a funeral. It was hard to take and I knew even when Vincent disliked him, he would be forever thankful for his sacrifice. In that night we just slept, holding each other close, relieved to be alive and together.

When this man stumbled into our office and died in front of us I remembered J.T.'s words, that Muirfield never strikes only once. Was this a trap? Where they unscrupulous enough to become suicidal just to get us out of cover? And when Gabe finally reviled his motives about Muirfield I started to get a serious headache. There where just too much informations, to few to trust and I felt completely overwhelmed. Of course Vincent miss trusted him instantly, even when we both knew we needed to do something in order to finally be free. We talked long about it, but he didn't took a step back. He thought it was just another clever way to get to him. And while I knew he would do everything to keep me from there radar I just couldn't just sit there and wait for their next strike. I saw a chance and I took it.

Swallowing my fear I gave Gabe as little information as I could for him to trust me and went for this Orchard. If this would be a chance to free us, I would take it, break every law I needed without feeling guilty. That Tess wanted to help me was a wonderful feeling, despite the danger she was getting herself into it felt good that she had my back again, that we were partners again. Little had I know what to expect, but this was big. A room full of servers at my feet, all the Horror Muirfield had done over the years, all there researches and Files combined in one place. I was standing in the brain and now I could destroy them from the inside. All this Data and what we could do with it. We could bring them down with this, I knew it but in my euphoric state I realised too late the mistakes I had made. I should have looked first for his files, to delete them. How could I be so stupid. When I couldn't stop the download I began to panic, punching on those keys and when that didn't helped I started to smash against the server. It had zero results. I had failed, failed to protect him while making it so much worse. In seconds Gabe would knew everything about him and I couldn't do a thing about it. When Tess contacted me the tears in my eyes threatened to fall and a second later he was there, standing behind me and for the first time I saw anger in his eyes. Anger towards me.

Vincent: I didn't lie to her, I just, I said she needs to keep as far away from anything related to Muirfield as possible. However, I didn't tell her that I was going to look into this guy and try to find out where he came from.

J.T.: That's a slippery slope my friend...

Vincent:

I tried to solve this alone with J.T., like we had always done but as much as we searched and looked around we couldn't find an answer to our questions as why this guy was coming to her now or if this was a trap. Just dead bodies, rats and more questions. Since the video was our only evidence I watched it again and again, trying to decide if this young guy was lying or not. When I finally showed it to Catherine she wanted to investigate immediately, completely engulfed in this chance to take on our enemies. And she wanted to talk to Gabriel, a step I couldn't understand the slightest. I knew deep down inside that this Gabe was trouble. The story he told her was thin, it could be real or not but neither of us could tell. But the hope was there in her eyes, I could see it and I had no idea how to make her understand the danger she was getting herself into. Muirfield didn't know about her and if it was for me it would stay that way for ever. They would hunt her down and that was a thought I couldn't follow. After being with her I couldn't go back, couldn't live in darkness again. So I almost begged her to keep quiet because once my identity was open to Gabe we couldn't take it back without killing him. To keep her save I went for answers myself, the first time without telling her even if it didn't felt good. J.T. had got me thinking, maybe it would be better when we go back to silence. Maybe I could be with her without burden her with my problems. She could be much more safe. And I saw the pressure she felt, heard it in her voice. She was playing tough but the 24 hour threat started to break her strength.

I had started to watch Gabe since my conversation with Catherine, trying to find out his motives and listening to his conversations, just to be safe. When I heard Catherine's voice through his phone I instantly went cold. Seemed like we were both working on or own, but that she really had talked to Gabe, despite my warnings didn't felt very good. I let J.T. track her when her voice started to sound agitated. I knew something was wrong and when I found her finally, surrounded by all these servers, all this information she was close to tears. She told me what she had done and until this moment I wouldn't have thought that she could make me angry. But she accomplished that. Not because of her wrongdoings but with her blindness for the danger she just had put herself in. All this times, I had told her how much her safety meant to me and she hadn't listened. So we did our best to destroy this place in minutes, fought off those security guys and made it out there alive. For the first time I needed a longer time to calm down. Normally her presents had always helped me regain control of myself but on that evening I needed much more time. Probably because I was so upset with her. I took her home without neither of us talking much, both trying to process the night and what almost had happened.

The next days I was busy with moving inn, J.T. had finally found us a place, owned by no one and empty. When I took a first look it was breathtaking. Bright and high, stone and old wood. And who was the first I wanted to tell? Catherine of course. J.T. and I discussed it endlessly, he wanted to go back to total privacy but I knew I had to let her make this decision. If I would cut her from Information without her knowing she would probably freak out completely. So I wrote a little note, remembering our first encounters and ask her to come to the tunnels. I knew it wasn't the most romantic place to meet but I would always choose safety over romantic. She looked so sad when she came closer, like she hadn't slept good these last nights. I wondered for a second if that was just because of her feeling guilty or if she maybe just slept better with me by her side. I certainly did.

She apologized and explained her actions but I told her that she didn't need to. We both had made the same huge mistake. While trying to protect each other we had worked alone, a thing we regretted. Didn't we had noticed before that we were stronger together? But fear had made us both stupid and reckless, fear for each other. Over the last days I had realized that we both now had to live with that feeling, it would never go away. And if we wanted to be together, build a future together than we would need to find an other way to cope with this. So I asked her what she wanted. Be open about everything or go back to the secrecy. Her answer was surprisingly honest and made me smile, so I took her up to our new home, hoping she would like it. Maybe someday it could be her home too.