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

AN- Hey guys! Just a quick thanks for all of your comments they really do make me smile when I read them all. As always enjoy and please review! (You cannot kill me for this chapter ok! It will all be good soon!)

Vincent downed the next scotch as he slumped over the bar in his favourite corner. He liked it at this place, it was dark and dim and thought the bar tender knew exactly who he was he was treated like any other punter in the bar and was allowed to hide. He didn't understand Catherine Chandler one bit.

Most women would kill to be the position she was and yet it seemed that she was adamant to maintain a professional relationship with him. She was crazy, and he didn't know why she was so stuck in his head. As the next scotch was placed in front of him Vincent took it all back in one and sighed.

"Buddy we are closing up now. You need to go home. Do you want me to call anyone?" The bar tender asked him as he removed his glass.

"No I'll be fine. I have somewhere I am going to go." He was in gym clothes and JT was going to be going crazy because he had been gone all day put his co-star Tori was having a party he was supposed to be attending and it was never too late. Stumbling out of the bar he hailed a cab and climbed in. "Take me to Tori Windsor's house…" He slurred.

"I'm sorry sir but I don't think that would be best do you? Why don't I take you home?" The cab driver suggested unaware of who was currently sat in the back.

"No. I want to go to Tori's house."

"Sir…"

"Do you know who I am? Look at me?" Vincent snapped as he sat up properly leaning forward. "I am Vincent Keller and quite frankly I don't give a shit about your opinion now take me to my friend's house."

The cab driver looked at him horrified and nodded as he started the engine.

As they pulled up outside Tori's house Vincent threw a wad of cash at the drive and stumbled out of the door to be caught by Tori's security. "Mr Keller. Are you sure it's safe to be out here on your own?" They asked worried for him. As head of Tori Windsor's security Joe Bishop was always on the film set with her and Vincent so he had been made aware of the situation with the death threats.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just started a little early is all!"

"Vincent!" A female cry sounded and a redhead was suddenly draping herself all over him. "Where have you been?" Tori questioned as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, a little too close to his lips, and grinned up at him.

"Tori." Vincent smiled; despite being famous herself the girl had a huge crush on him and was always trying to flirt with him when they were filming. "You want me don't you?" He asked her drunkenly as he rested his forehead on hers. "You wouldn't reject me?"

"Never Vincent." She purred and stoked her fingers down his strong jaw.

"Let's go inside." He smirked tugging her towards the house filled with loud music, drunken celebrities and adult rated activities.

Vincent made his way home in the early hours of the morning aided by Joe. He would have stayed but he and Catherine were planned to have early morning breakfast with is parents to make it look real and he needed to sleep at least a little and try and get rid of the raging head ache which was building in his head.

Sliding out of his bed he showered quickly and then dressed into a comfy pair of sweats and an old school t-shirt before descending down the stairs. He could hear three voices, his mothers, his fathers and JT's but what was missing was the delightful sound of Catherine. As angry as he had been at her yesterday he realised now where she had been coming from. Entering the kitchen he leaned over and kissed his mother's cheek before noticing the water and aspirin sat on top of the newspaper. "Still looking after me huh?" He smiled at her softly failing to notice the stony glares he was getting from all three people in the room. Slipping the tablets into his mouth Vincent lifted the water and placed it to his mouth before the picture on the front of the newspaper caught his eye. He choked down his water and coughed loudly as he scanned over the pictures of him and Tori the closeness of the pair visible to anyone who looked.

"Where's Cat?" He asked his deep voice filled with guilt as he looked up at JT who still hadn't spoken to him.

"She quit." He mumbled before politely dismissing himself from the kitchen.

"What do you mean she quit?" Vincent called after JT. When he had woken to the angry voice males of Catherine Chandler he had assumed that Agent Reynolds had had a part to play in the doing until he had been out for an early coffee and caught the papers. He had tried to reason with Catherine to try and get her to come back and work for him but it had been impossible to get her to listen to him so instead he had decided to let Vincent's parents to deal with their son and his wayward ways.

"What he means…" His mother began as she rose from the stool she had been perched on looking up at her son who still towered over her. "Is that, that poor young woman had to wake up to see this! JT has told us everything about the whole operation and how could you be so foolish!" She chastised him like he was still a boy.

"I was thinking… I- we had a fight and she said that she… and I got drunk and I went and found Tori because at least I know she wants me."

"That's what this is about?" His father spoke up moving to stand behind his wife. "The girl didn't want you and so you found someone who did? She is doing her job Vincent Keller. Or she was until you drove her to quit. I- we were so both proud of you when you made it big son. But we were worried, about whether or not you would lose yourself in all the fame and it seems you have. What you have done doesn't make us angry. It makes up disappointed, you risked your own life and you hurt a woman who is just trying to protect you son. I think you need to man up and remedy this situation. We will be off now and let you deal with this on your own."

Vincent watched as his parents gathered their things and left sinking into one of the stools and buried his head in his hands. He had done some jack ass things but right now half of America were going to think he had been cheating on his new girlfriend within days of making the two of them public. Groaning loudly he scooped up the newspaper and stuffed it into the bin. How the hell was he going to fix this?

Catherine had spent most of Sunday curled up on her couch feeling ridiculous as she cried over Vincent Keller. She knew it was absurd for her to shed tears over someone like him and she felt angry at herself for even allowing herself to feel like this in the first place but after seeing the photo it had only confirmed he was exactly who she thought he was.

It was now Monday afternoon and she was in the gym at the headquarters currently in the process of beating the punching back to a pulp working out all of her emotions which had turned into rage over night. She was angry at everyone right now, most of all the hot shot who wouldn't stop ringing her phone or sending flowers to her. Seeing her phone screen light up she noticed it was a message from V.

-I'm sorry. Please talk to me Catherine.-

She scoffed and felt her foot smack into the bag even harder than she had done previously before she bent over to catch her breath. "It's going to take a whole lot more than a text and flowers Vincent Keller." Catherine grumbled wiping her hair of her head as she spoke to herself. "A lot more."