Summary- Vincent is an A-list celebrity and recently death threats have been made against his life. He needs protection but he has an image to maintain. Catherine Chandler is an FBI operative and one of the best in her field. She has been hired to pose as Vincent's girlfriend in public, secretly protecting him at all times but can the two maintain a professional relationship?

DISCLAIMER- ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THE IDEA OF THE STORY, - But boy do I wish I owned Jay Ryan

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Agent Reynolds clicked of the screen and threw the remote down as he looked across the desk at JT. "Does that look professional to you?" He questioned his anger at the situation more than visible in his tone of voice.

"I know it looks bad sir but he promised me. I trust him." JT muttered. As he sat in the FBI head base he didn't think he had ever been more angry at him best friend. He and Vincent had been through everything together even o much to the point even when Vincent became a star he didn't leave his nerdy, chubby best friend behind and never had he broken a promise. That was until now of course. "With all due respect sir it doesn't look like your daughter is doing much to avoid his advances."

"I chose Catherine because I had assumed she would be the one agent here that would be able to withstand his typical advances."

"We have to figure out a way to get it into their heads that they need to keep this professional. They would never work anyway." JT sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face.

"And what is that supposed to mean Mr Forbes?" Reynolds asked him with a glare across the table rather enjoying making the young man squirm in such a way. "Are you insinuating that my daughter is not good enough for Vincent Keller just because he is some fancy hot shot from Hollywood?"

"Oh no nothing like that I just mean, they are from opposite worlds. As people they are the total opposites. They rub each other up… not, not like that of course but they clash as people. It couldn't ever work."

Bob sighed as he flicked the news back on and the kiss was replayed by the gossip channel. "I am afraid Mr Forbes that may just be what drives them together."

"Vincent would you please concentrate!" Catherine snapped at him across the sparing ring as she moved back into the fighting position. She had been convinced that these lessons would be a waste of time but JT had apparently insisted as Vincent had complained he felt useless having to always rely on Catherine to protect him. "I am giving up my Saturday morning for you!" She had a raging headache after the party last night and she wanted to know what on earth was making him such a bouncy character.

He couldn't stop staring at her as she moved in front of him which was making it impossible for him to follow what was going on with her hands as she tried to show him a manoeuvre. She was in the tightest workout clothes that left nothing to his imagination, not that her dress had covered much but ever since he had kissed her he found it harder not to grab onto her and press her against the nearest wall. As she came towards him Vincent scooped her up and grinned down at her as he trapped her in his arms. "What was that move again? I don't think it worked." He smirked down at her.

"Vincent you asked for these lessons the least you could do it pay attention to me when I am trying to teach you." Cat huffed at him rolling her eyes as he pouted.

"It's not my fault your clothes are so tight."

"And it isn't your fault you have the attention span of a Nat and your brain capacity doesn't extend beyond admiring any female company you are in now come on, get in the right stance." She ordered him trying to stay serious with the look he was currently giving her.

"I just want to kiss you again." Vincent whimpered like a puppy dog laughing as Catherine struggled to get out of his grip. "I thought you were supposed to be good at this stuff."

"I am but I'm not allowed to hurt our pretty boy face of your nose would be broken by now." Catherine growled at him before japing his fingers against his chest. "Now let me go."

"You got it Miss feisty."

Catherine paused for a second and raised her brow at him. "Really Vincent that's all you got? God can't you tell they write your scripts for you." She teased him before crouching back down to her fighting position. "Are you going to do it seriously this time?"

"You bet come on hit me!" He challenged as he hit down. Normally he would be against any kind of physical confrontation with a woman unless it was a staged fight but he had asked if she could teach him some of this stuff so he didn't just feel like a tool if there ever was any real danger and if what he had seen of Catherine was only a fraction of her abilities he had no worries in his mind that she could take care of herself despite her tiny size. As she launched her way towards him Vincent did as instructed sticking his arm out to grab her and swept her feet from under her slamming her down on the crash matts before pinning her down under his body. "Now this position I really do not mind practising." V grinned. "How did I do coach?"

Unable to stop herself Catherine laughed as she looked up at him from where she was pinned beneath her body and tried to shove him off of her. "You did good for a novice but you could do so much better if you would just listen to me." She huffed noticing he was leaning down closer to her. "Um, Vincent what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He replied gruffly as pressed his lips to the side of her collar bone sending a shiver down her spine.

"There's no cameras here Vincent. No need for a show." Catherine whispered up to him as if to try and deter his advances.

"That's the whole point." Looking down at her he gently pressed his lips to hers and slipped his hands to her waist to pull her in closer to him happily. She still tasted amazing as she reciprocated his kiss with a slight moan as her traitorous body arched into his clearly showing the desire she had for him. Suddenly her father's voice flashed into her head and she had flipped them around so she as on top and scrambling of him.

"No Vincent we can't do this!" Catherine protested as she straightened her clothes out. "I am here to protect you. I work for you this is wrong we cannot do it."

"But why not why can't we just have a little bit of fun?" Vincent asked as he stepped closer but she stepped away.

"Because I am putting my career on the line for you Vincent and I can't mess it up over some stupid boy crush? How the hell am I supposed to protect you efficiently if I am thinking about how it feels when you kiss me huh? "

"Oh that's what I am now is it? Because those kisses feel like more than a crush to me!"

"What you are Vincent is an obnoxious jerk who thinks women just worship the ground you walk on! You can't take a damn thing seriously in your life! Even now when I am trying to teach you how to protect yourself! " Catherine snapped at him across the room. "I took this job because you were paying a lot and because it would look good on references, but I am not about to risk everything on a romantic fling just to become another notch on the Hollywood heartthrobs belt."

Vincent didn't think he had ever felt as crushed by a girl as he felt now looking across the room at her. He was used to people using him for things or treating him differently so they could get something from him but he had never imagined that people would turn him down because of who he was. "If that's how you feel then we should see each other as little as we possibly can then shouldn't we?" He spoke quietly across the sparing ring before ducking between the robes grabbing his back and heading out of the doorway and towards the nearest bar.