Oh what a sweet ending... I totally want to spend more time on rooftops or fire escapes, they suddenly seem like the most romantic places EVER! I have still no idea how this whole show could happen without me watching it ?! Like every day, thanks for all your sweet reviews, especially to susannah65 for reading almost every chapter and commenting on it in one weekend, I hope you're all still with me for the last episodes... Enjoy!

Catherine: How long have you've been there?

Vincent: A little while...

Vincent:

I've been on my way to her before the sun rose, grabbing her a coffee on the way. When I had found her still sleeping I couldn't bring myself to wake her and so I waited. Watched her turn and twitch till her pulse told me she was about to wake up. It had been no question that I would be there for her on this difficult day, now that I could. For the first time I wouldn't had to watch her suffer from distance, no this year I could support her. I knew it would be hard, so I wanted to give her a good start for this day with a kiss and her favourite coffee. When she opened her eyes I couldn't resist. I sneaked into her bed and kissed her awake. Her normally sharp look was already clouded with sorrow. I had observed it sometimes over the years, but here in her bed she told me for the first time how she remembered her mother. The Music, the food. But unlike the other years her view on her was now changed, tainted. I wanted her to remember the good things, told her how her mother impressed and helped me. But Catherine wanted to celebrate our anniversary instead, hiding from her family and all that secrets, obviously. Our anniversary, the only good thing that had happen to me in 10 Years. But we could do that tomorrow, today was about her and her loss. She started kissing me, gripping my neck and it needed all of my power to separate myself from her, to calm my body and suggest another option. I wanted to accompany her on her yearly visit at the cemetery hopefully for the first of many times.

It had sounded like a good idea in my head, but when we got there we quickly discovered that we were not the only ones. Meeting Gabe there hadn't been part of my plan, I had no idea what he wanted there. It didn't felt right to let her do this alone, speaking with him when she was in such a vulnerable state. And then he dumped this mass on information on her, his connection with her mother and all there shared past, obviously just making an attempt to bond with her. Like he just had waited for the right Moment. I hated to stay back,hiding again behind a tree like all those years before while he openly tried to manipulate her. How he joked and laughed with her over shared memories of this women. And than she surprisingly invited him for there annual celebration. Didn't she knew how it would make me feel to know he was with her in this intimate circle fully knowing that I could never be there? I couldn't watch this any more.

Back at home I was so upset that I needed to work out so I wouldn't explode with all this irritating feelings inside of me. J.T. always my voice of reason asked me how I wanted to proceed, after he had watched me a while beating myself up. I had no idea. It was clear to me that it hadn't been my finest move, leaving her there all alone, on this day especially but I had just acted without thinking. What should I say to her? His dry summary of the events didn't helped me either, I wasn't just jealous. I just don't trusted this Guy and certainly not with my Girl. So I decided to go to here, hoping for once that I would find the right words and that I wouldn't screw this up.

Catherine: What are you doing here, this place is surrounded by Cops?

Vincent: I needed to talk to you!

Catherine:

When Vincent showed up I knew it was important, because it was quiet a risk to search me out with this many cops around. He was apologetic about his departure this morning and instantly started again with his assumptions about Gabe. I had a feeling it was a masquerade, that he tried to make him a bad guy while he was just jealous. He tried to warn me again, from Gabe and from Muirfield but we couldn't finish that conversation. As the shot ringed in our ears my only goal was to take away her daughter, preventing her from the view that would haunt her forever.

When I saw him again Vincent seemed even more agitated, accusing Gabe once more while telling me about the Snipers phone. He got himself so worked up about how close he came to me, how he desperately was trying to make me understand that this wasn't about jealousy. It was the moment that I started to worry. So I apologized and promised him to take a look ant it. He wanted me to trust him and so I did. I had hoped for some information from said phone but the state it was in, didn't left much to do with it. Which meant for me doing my job with good old police work. To get Tess on board was a little hard but she trusted my gut above everything. There was no way we could check him officially without him noticing so I took the next best option and called J.T..

To our surprise there was a very suspicious payment on his account, more than enough to pay for a Killer. So I invited him in our interrogation room and asked. He was denying everything, blowing up some story about an investigator but then something changed. When he started to ask these questions it had took me a while to figure out where he was going with it. It started to make sense, to give me hope, like a puzzle finally falling into place. Could I believe this? Would she really have let us suffer for so many years just to protect us? I knew instantly that I would never sleep again without knowing if there was a chance that she was alive or not.

J.T.: It's the one you saw online no.

Vincent: It is, it's just hard to get excited by a candle when her A.D.A can wine and dine her like Donald Trump...

Vincent:

It had been on my mind for a while now, thinking, hoping that she would like it. Seeing it now standing in front of me it looked only shabby. He could invite her to fancy restaurants or theatre's while I would give her a lousy candle. What had I been thinking, this was stupid and also miles away from impressing her. When she came through our door, her pulse was the first thing I noticed besides that she looked totally confused. When she told me about his suspicions I had the instant need to punch something. How could he, today of all days? He had found the only thing she would jump on, the one thing that didn't was always occupied her mind. In my rage I spoke without thinking and told her about that empty casket, regretting it immediately. She looked at me like I had betrayed her, like I had took a knife and rammed it into her back. Nice Job, Vincent.

She asked me how long I knew and I couldn't lie to her, even knowing that this was making it worse. I had never wanted to hurt her but as she looked at me I know I just did. She became so upset that I was sure she would slap me any second. It was useless to tell her why I held that information back, that I only wanted to protect her from more pain. I wanted her to find closure and now that ass had ignited her need for answers like never something before. He had to know that once she start to snoop around she would instantly be on Muirfield's radar. It always came back to Gabe and that's were I lost it. I knew I had overstepped the second this stupid words left my mouth. I tried to explain my reasons but this words and the fact that I had lied to her were to much.

I knew that she was right, that I shouldn't have said that. But I felt like I couldn't protect her, which made me feel so unbelievable helpless and angry and insecure. And now she would go to him, trying to find answers with him. Was there a better way of pushing your Girlfriend in the arms of another man? A man I could never compete with. When she had left me there standing, raging I needed something, something to let out my anger on, my self-hate. The candle was my victim because for a second she stood for everything that he could give her where I couldn't.

When I was feeling like myself again I was incredible ashamed of my behaviour. How could I yell at her like that. I knew how much she had loved her mother, missed her every day and that she would take on any chance that her Mom was still alive. I f I hadn't been so blinded with Anger and the fear of losing her I could be with her right now, searching for answers. But no I sat here, trying to glue back together her present with no knowing if I would even have the chance of giving it to her. If that wrecked candle was some kind of clue for my future than maybe that was the end. And while I fought my insecurities, Tess called, informing me that Gabe was not the client but the victim and that my Catherine was probably with him right now. I had never tracked her phone that quickly, racing out of the door when I knew were to search for her. Hopefully I wasn't too late.

Later that night...

Catherine:

I had made my peace. For the first time I was sure there would be no more secret hovering around her death. So I said my goodbye and concentrated on my now. And my Life now was with Vincent. I tried to call him a few times on my way home but with no answer. So I would go over to him but first I needed a nice, long shower. I saw the note on my bed when I came out of the bathroom, it only said 'roof' but the word was surrounded by little painted stars. When I came up to my roof I was blown away with the view in front of me. Thousands of lights were covering every surface anywhere I would look with him standing unsure in the middle of it. He had done this all by himself and it was beyond perfect. I shivered al little, it felt like my joy flooded like electricity through my body. When he told me about that candle he broke I felt bad. I knew that he was overprotective, possessive and intense, I shouldn't have left him there like that. Sometimes I forgot how hard it was for him, how new and different it all felt . He said he wanted to 'wine and dine' me, in the only way he could but I was sure I wouldn't have loved him less without all of this. And so I nestled myself against my man, just savouring his closeness while I took a sip of wine. It was the perfect moment, the perfect end for this day, just being with him in peace while watching the stars. I sure never felt more loved and safe in all my life.