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JT woke up, feeling like his whole body was screaming from pain. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was uncomfortably sitting on a chair, made of steel. His arms were tied behind his back and his legs were also tied to the chair. He tried to move, but it was no use. Even breathing was hard to do.

'Damn it. Did the people from Muirfield kidnap me?' He thought.

JT tried to make out where he could be, but the room had no windows and only one door. The room was big, neat and clean. There were no other colors, but white. White walls, white ceiling and a white floor. He tried to listen to noises, but he didn't hear one single sound. The room was so scary, giving him the feeling that he was in an insane asylum. At one point he tried to scream; cry for help. But it was no use, because he was only able to make muffling sounds. A disgusting cloth was covering his mouth, cutting off his cries. The ache in his muscles was unbearable and at a certain point, fear and pain was all he could feel. To him it felt like the oxygen in the room wasn't enough for him, making him hyperventilate.

JT was at the end of his rope. He assumed that Muirfield was behind all of this. Are they keeping him captive to get to Vincent? He wasn't sure about that. But if it wasn't Muirfield, who else could it be? He had only questions, no answers. It was driving him crazy!

He was scared out of his mind and was panicking. But there was one thing that kept him going; two people he trusted knew that he needed their help.

In front of Catherine, he acted like he didn't like her but in truth he did. He really liked her. A lot. He'd gotten to know her in these past 6 months and found out that she was very trustworthy. She cared for Vincent and would do anything for him. Of course, JT still thought that it was a bad idea for those two to be 'friends'. But he, nor she listened to JT because that pretty, nosy cop had stolen Vincent's heart. Not that one of them would ever admit that 'tiny' fact.

JT sighed deeply, because he wasn't sure what was going to happen to him. But he was one hundred % sure about one thing though: the two people he trusted with his life, were going to get him out.

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At the moment, Vincent was back at his apartment. He looked for JT, but it was too late. He was gone! They took him. It looked like there was a struggle; the apartment was one big mess. Vincent felt anger and knew that the beast wanted to get out. It wanted to find JT's kidnappers and rip them to pieces! It was very hard, but he fought his inner beast and was able to control it.

He sat down on his bed and took deep breaths, letting them out slowly. When he picked up his phone, he heard JT yell for help. Without thinking twice, he made a u-turn and drove back to the apartment as fast as he could.

While still sitting on his bed, horrible images formed in his head. What if they were hurting him? What if they were torturing him? What if they were planning to kill him? Vincent's stomach was turning. This was all his fault! At the moment, guilt was consuming him from the inside. He should've listened to JT! He should've laid low and should've broken all contact with Catherine. By ignoring JT, he put all three of them in danger! He grabbed a chair and threw it at the wall, while roaring out loud. Of course, that led to a huge hole forming at that particular wall. With heaving chest, he sat back down on his bed, trying to calm down.

After a couple of minutes, Vincent got up and frantically searched for a clue. Maybe they left something behind. Something that could help him find JT. After searching the apartment high and low, he found a broken phone under the stairs. The display was smashed and the rest of the phone was scattered on the floor in pieces. It wasn't JT's phone, so Vincent assumed that it belonged to the kidnapper.

He picked all the pieces up and put it in a plastic bag. There was only one person who could help him now. Catherine. But she was long gone and he didn't want her to be involved in all of this. He made up his mind; he was going to do this on his own.

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Catherine drove away from the Bed and Breakfast, while listening to the radio. She followed the route that she had picked and turned on her phone. After Tess called her, she turned off her phone, because she knew that her boss was the next person to call her.

The very first voice mail she received, made her stomach turn. She immediately parked her car on the curb and tried calling JT.

"Damn it! Pick it up, JT!" she muttered.

But it was no use; he didn't answer his phone. At that moment, she knew that he was in deep trouble. Catherine jumped in her car and drove back. During the drive, she could only think of the words JT had whispered into his phone, while leaving the message for her.

'Help me, please." He pleaded.

She didn't know what happened to JT, but she knew that he needed her help. And she wasn't planning on letting him down. She drove as fast as she could back and thought about Vincent. Where was he? Why wasn't he there to protect JT?

She dialed his number and tried calling him, but he didn't answer the phone. After trying more than 10 times, she suddenly thought of something else. Oh my God! What if Muirfield had hurt JT and had captured Vincent?

Tears were already pooling in her eyes, thinking about the worst! All kinds of gut wrenching scenarios were going through her mind. What if they were hurting Vincent? Then she thought about the worst thing. What if he was already … dead? That thought, made her whole body turn cold.

No! She couldn't be too late! With tears running down her face, she stepped on the gas, driving faster than what was allowed. She could not be too late, because ... because, she hadn't told him yet how much she cared about him.

So with determination in her eyes, she sped back home, telling herself that she was not too late. Trying to convince herself that fate couldn't be that cruel.

Will Catherine finally tell Vincent how she feels, if she sees him?

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