A/N: I hope you all enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters,I'm just borrowing them!
After Catherine had calmed down a little she made her way back to the kitchen and threw the lid back on the box, she tried to do it without seeing its contents again. Cat wasn't sure what to do with it. Did she chuck it? Wait for Vincent to come home? Call the police?
Catherine decided to shove it in the laundry cupboard and wait for Vincent to come back, being stuck in the apartment with that thing was driving her insane so she left to take a walk.
She went to the local park- sitting on the bench Catherine watched how the mothers pushed their precious angles on the swings. Tears gathered in her eyes but she refused to let them fall.
Some-time had passed and Cat became aware of worried eyes staring at her!
What was she thinking? She was sat in a park full of children with none of her own! The mothers must have thought her a child stalker or something. That thought made her extremely sad, for 10 weeks she had been one of them- a mother, her baby taken to the sky, hopefully safely in her own mothers arms until Cat could join them both.
Deciding to go back home since Vincent would be there any minute now she got up off the bench with a slight sigh and walked with her head hung low.
Vincent had just grabbed a beer from the fridge when he heard Cat come through the door.
"Hey baby." He spoke huskily from behind the fridge door. "You want a drink?" He turned around to give her a kiss but stopped when he saw her face. "What's wrong?"
"You might want to sit down and drink some of that beer before I tell you!"
Vincent did as she instructed after he took a few gulps of beer he nodded his head signalling for her to go on.
Catherine grabbed the box out of the cupboard and sat on the coffee table in front of Vincent.
"Okay, I found this left on the counter when I woke up this morning; I don't know where it came from or what to do with it!" Cat took a deep breath and opened the lid.
Vincent's breath caught in his throat and he spluttered on his beer, his face reddened in pain and anger he couldn't believe what he was looking at- A baby doll had been cut up and smothered in a red sauce. It was obviously from someone who knew of their child. Vincent looked up at Cat she was pale and trying to control her breathing, he covered it with the lid; he stood up and wrapped her in his arms.
"This is.." Vincent started. "Sickening! There's only one person I could think of who would do this!"
"Who?" Cat croaked out.
"James- He's the only one other than us Tess and most likely J.T who knows about the baby, we should call the police!" Vincent stated.
"NO! If it was James let me talk to him, we work together I don't want this to get ugly and possibly lose my job! I can handle this!" Catherine said with conviction.
Vincent raised his eyebrow. "I don't know Cat; I don't feel good about that, this is a serious matter something for the cops."
"Please Vincent, trust me!" She used her beautiful green eyes to plead with him.
Vincent sighed in frustration. "Okay.. But I don't like it! One more thing like this and I'm going to the cops with or without you!"
"Fine!" Catherine smiled.
Cat went to take a shower whilst Vincent hid the box in the complex basement just encase he needed it for future evidence.
When Catherine came out of the shower she heard Vincent talking to someone on the phone, she padded down the hallway in just her towel; she slipped her arms around Vincent's waist and kissed his neck.
"Who was that on the phone?"
"I thought we could order in tonight- Chinese."
"Great!" Catherine ran her hands down his body. "Although I'm thinking I could do with some Keller right now!" She gripped him in her hand and gently squeezed him.
He smirked as his eyes slid closed; he moved his hands over hers and moved them up towards his chest. "Mmm, not tonight I think we've both had a rough day and I think you need a rest!"
She pouted "Alright!"
About 20 minutes later Cat came out of the bedroom dressed and dried, Vincent looked at her momentarily and Vincent slightly wished he hadn't turned her down earlier (she looked smoking hot in her little black shorts and vest top). Vincent was pulled out of his thoughts when someone knocked at the door, when Vincent opened the door the Chinese delivery guy looked a little nervous, Vincent ignored that guessing it was probably just his first day or something.
After he had done paying Catherine poured them both some wine they carried their food and drink over to the coffee table in-front of their sofa.
Catherine huddled closely to Vincent and tucked into her food, Vincent would always laugh at Cat because she'd always have the same order where-as he would try a different one each time.
As the last of the food and wine were consumed Vincent and Catherine relished in a peaceful evening on the sofa in each-other's arms sharing sweet slow kisses, Catherine moved down backwards pulling Vincent down with her, Vincent ran his hand down Catherine's leg and moaned into her kisses. Minutes passed and as things became more heated Vincent pulled away, as much as he and his body wanted her, he knew after the event this morning they both should get a good night's sleep especially if Cat was to speak to James about it tomorrow.
"What's wrong?" Cat asked anxiously.
"We shouldn't, we both need our rest! Mostly you since you're going to James tomorrow- which I'm still not comfortable with!" Vincent sighed.
"I know but I need to, I really don't want to take it to the police if we can help it."
"I know and I understand, a little!" Vincent stood up and helped Cat up too.
They walked hand in hand to bed and fell asleep peacefully cuddling.
A piercing screech frightened Catherine awake, realising it was her alarm telling her to start the day, she tried to move her arm to hit the offending object. Her arm felt like lead and her head pounded in pain, as she sat up the duvet clung to her sweat clad body and her tummy did a flop (and not in a good way!) she turned to look at Vincent who was stirring and moaned out.
Vincent woke at the sound of her strangled moan he looked at her and couldn't believe his eyes- she was ghostly pale, covered in sweat and had purple rings around her eyes! In their almost 7 years together it was the worst he'd ever seen her!
"Oh God Baby, Are you okay?" Vincent leaned over and touched her head, it was piping hot.
Catherine tried to respond but all that followed was an incoherent mumble, she could feel the bile rush to her mouth but her body was so heavy she couldn't get off the bed. Vincent felt Catherine's distress and passed her the little bin in their room after she had emptied everything she slumped back on the bed. Vincent had offered to stay home and take care of her but she dismissed him they couldn't afford for them both to have time off work, she would be fine. She hoped.
James watched on his computer before he left for the office and smiled, a few more days of illness and Catherine would be quite co-operative, he turned off his computer and whistled a creepy tune as he left his apartment.
A/N: As ever please review and if there's any mistakes let me know :). I hope you liked it and I didn't make you wait too long to find out what was in the box lol! :D