- OK, Gabriel, I'll see you tomorrow. I owe you a huge deal for this! - Catherine waved with a stack of papers to a tall dark guy.
- You owe me more than just a huge deal! - the guy's smirk was… suggestive.
Vincent knew him from weeks before. Gabriel Lowen, new assistant district attorney. Showed up one day to investigate results of Evan's research… and stayed. From the way he was sniffing around Vincent's cases it was understandable that this Gabriel guy was going to make his career breakthrough on catching Vincent, city most dangerous vigilante.
He was considered handsome by female galore at the station, Vincent knew that much. Gabriel also knew how to be charming and friendly - every now and then Vincent would overhear somebody's giggle over some random compliment or see Gabriel bringing in pastries for station's sweet-tooth… Gabriel has made his path into the depth of friendly circle in a matter of a week… so convenient for his investigation.
- What can you possibly mean by that? - Catherine's voice was a bit surprised but interested. And Vincent hated every bit of this men just for the hint of curiosity and affection in Catherine's voice right now!
- Oh, you know, usual stuff - dinner, movie, breakfast… a date, Chandler, you owe me a date.
- Breakfast, huh? Aren't you getting a little bit ahead of yourself? - she said with a smile. Now Vincent hated him even more now. Because she didn't dismiss Gabriel's advances. Because she wasn't going to dismiss him…
- Well, I'm pretty confident guy! - Gabriel wore that smirk as if it was glued to his face - that meant-to-be-seductive smug…
- You know what, Gabriel, this overconfident type of guy is getting old on me. You should try for sensitive and vulnerable - this may look good on you…
She kept looking through papers while talking to Gabriel and didn't notice how he came closer. Catherine only regarded him when he took her elbow and yanked her towards him. She'd made a noise to object when she noticed a car passing by dangerously close to a place she was standing moments ago.
- Well, thanks for that. Too.
- See, Catherine, I can be a hero if you want me to be. I can be pretty much anything… as long as you command.
Vincent growled unable to contain his anger. The guy was way too close to Catherine for her to be comfortable. Yet she didn't push him back… She…
- So, how about that date? I promise I'll behave. No breakfast… unless you command, - Gabriel breathed out this last bit as it was only meant for Catherine's ears… but Vincent surely heard it too.
She said nothing. She nodded.
- I will pick you up tomorrow… let's say 7 p.m. Wear something… female, - he said while stepping away. His eyes traced her body from head to tows… and Vincent had murderous ideas about those shameful eyes of this freak! Yet Catherine kept silent. Her gaze was running erratically through pages, her pulse spiked, and cheeks blushed… she was nervous and exited… and Vincent was dying inside…