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When Catherine arrived at Vincent's place, it was almost 9 in the evening. The rain was pouring, but she didn't wait and got out of the car. When she stepped into the warehouse, her clothes were soaking wet. She shivered from the cold; her whole body shook. She wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of her fear. With her heart almost beating out of her chest, Catherine walked further inside. She carefully pulled her gun out of the holster and called for Vincent and JT. And just as she had expected, nobody answered her. Thunder and lightning accompanied the rain, magnifying her fear. She was beyond terrified. Terrified of what she would find. Terrified that her worst fear was becoming a reality. The place was a huge mess! And she saw a huge hole in the wall.

Realizing that she had no clue what happened to JT or Vincent, it suddenly became hard for her to breathe. What must she do now? She had no idea. Where should she start? She had no idea who took them. Was it Muirfield? Or someone else?

"Damn it!"she muttered, while wiping away her tears.

And just as she was about to grab her phone to call for help, she heard someone coming up the stairs. She regained her composure and was ready to shoot at whoever was coming.

The moment she saw his face, she felt her whole body relax. She released the breath that she had been holding, her heart almost jumping up from joy. Relieved, she put down her gun and walked towards Vincent.

He was speechless for a moment, because he didn't expect to see her. Vincent thought that she was already in another state by now.

"Catherine, what are…" he began, but he was cut off by her wrapping her arms tightly around him.

She closed her eyes and took in his scent. Catherine always loved how he smelled. It was a mixture of his aftershave and him. Just him. Manly Vincent.

Vincent wanted to protest, but she felt so good against him. After a little while, Catherine pulled away and looked him in the eyes. She raised her hand and softly caressed his cheek. Vincent wanted to pull away, but he wasn't able to. He knew what he had to do. He should protect her, even from herself. She mustn't get involved in this mess, because he was afraid that she'd get hurt too. And that was the last thing he wanted. He couldn't bear it, if she got hurt because of him.

JT knew about him and now he was in deep trouble. This was all his fault! He was going to take care of this mess. Alone.

"I thought something happened to you. JT left me a voice mail, saying he needed help. What's going on, Vincent?" she asked. Her hand was still on his cheek and her eyes were so pleading.

With pain in his heart, he pulled away and turned his back on her. She whimpered softly, immediately putting her hand in her pocket. The hand, that seconds ago was on his cheek. The same hand that was tingling from the feel of his skin. Without looking at her, he said.

"What are you doing here, Catherine? I thought you had somewhere else to be."

She frowned and shook her head. Catherine didn't understand why he acted this way. She could feel the walls that he was building around himself, but she didn't understand why. Why was he acting so cold towards her?

"Vincent, look at me." she demanded.

He turned around and looked her dead in the eyes.

"You're not needed here, Catherine. You should go." He stated.

Those words, felt like a slap on the face. She didn't get it.

Catherine had a sudden urge to hit him and kick him, so the invisible walls around him would crumble. But instead she shook her head.

"No, Vincent. I am not going anywhere. JT left me a message, begging for help. I am not going to leave him hanging." She said.

Vincent saw the determination in her eyes. Stubborn as she was, he didn't think she was going to listen to him.

" I am his friend. I will help him. So you better leave now, before you break a nail or something." He insulted.

Catherine couldn't believe her ears. Was he serious? She never was a girlie type; he knew that she was tough.

"I am his friend too!" she said.

He laughed sarcastically and said." You? His friend? JT doesn't even like you. How can you say that you are his friend. Don't make me laugh."

At this point, Catherine had lost her patience. She so wanted to strangle Vincent.

"He may not see me as his friend, but I do see him as my friend. Nothing you will say or do will change my mind, Vincent. I don't know what's up with you, why you are acting like a huge jerk right now. But get it through your thick head: I am going to find out what happened to him and I am going to help him. Now get out of my way; I have to change before I catch a cold." She said, her voice shaking from anger.

Catherine walked to her car and grabbed her bag. She was outraged! Why was he being such a jerk?! She was so worried about him, thinking he was captured and hurt. And now all she wanted to do was kick his ass! Ugh!

She huffed and walked back inside. When she walked in, she saw Vincent looking out of the window. Catherine cleared her throat, making him turn to look at her.

"I am going to need some privacy to change. Do you mind? Or should I use JT's room?" she said, while raising her eyebrow.

Without saying a word, Vincent walked passed her and out of the room. He went down stairs and sat down on a chair with his eyes closed. He couldn't see her, but he could definitely hear her. He heard every move she made. How she was breathing hard; he assumed she did that because she was angry at him. He heard how her heart was beating at a normal pace. And he heard how she was taking off her wet clothes…

He sighed deeply, trying to focus on something else. But it was no use.

At the moment, all he was focusing on was how she was getting rid of her wet clothes. He heard how she was undoing the buttons of her shirt. How she was taking it off. How she was pulling off her jeans down her legs. He heard it all.

At one point, he heard her pulse speed up. His eyes shut open! Did she know that he was 'spying' on her every move? Was that the reason why her heart was racing?

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Catherine had changed into her dry clothes and combed her wet hair. She had tried drying her hair with a towel, but it didn't help much. She applied some pink lip gloss and looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were crimson red. Damn it! She was blushing like a 15 year old!

She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Her heart was racing and she knew why. It was racing, because she knew that Vincent could hear her. She cursed internally, while the blush on her face faded slowly. Vincent and his stupid super senses! Ugh!

After focusing very hard, she finally was able to calm down. So with her head up high, she walked downstairs.

" So Vincent, what's the plan?" she asked, knowing that he had something in mind. She knew that he probably had found something that would lead them to JT.

He sighed deeply, knowing that she wasn't going to back down. Whatever he would say or do, she wasn't going to listen. Stubborn, that's how she was. She would follow him anyway. Vincent wished that JT didn't leave her that message. If he hadn't, Catherine wouldn't have returned. She would be in another state by now. She would be safe.

And now? Now he didn't have any other choice, but to tell her of his plan. And there was no denying, that his plan had a better chance at succeeding with Catherine's help. Oh, his plan will definitely work with her in the equation...

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At the moment, JT's stomach was growling. He was hungry and beyond thirsty. It was then, when he heard the lock of the door clicking.

Someone is unlocking the door! He thought. He nervously awaited for the door to swing open, his breathing becoming shallow. But before the door opened, they turned off the lights. It was pitch black! He heard someone walk in and felt cold hands covering his eyes with a cloth! He protested, but it was no use. The person was very strong. Then he heard someone switching on the lights again and he tried to see. But he couldn't see a thing.

He was scared out of his mind! What are they going to do to him? He cried and whimpered.

That's when he heard a voice. A voice so soft and smooth.

"You don't have to cry, JT. I am just here to give you something to eat and drink. I know that you are hungry." A woman said.

He heard her grab a chair and sit across from him. He felt that the cloth around his mouth was being removed. His mouth was finally free!

"Would you like to drink first?" she asked.

"Why am I here? Why are you holding me against my will? Let me out of here!" JT shouted. He was so afraid.

"Why don't you calm down, JT. I am here to feed you. If you act childish, I won't give you anything. So stop fighting me or else." She threatened.

JT didn't care about the food at the moment. Yes, he was famished and thirsty. But he was damn well going to put up a fight!

"Untie me! Let me go! Please!" he pleaded.

"Shut up, JT!" She demanded.

But JT did not. He did the opposite and kept asking to be let go. He kept asking why he was here. And asking who they were and what they wanted.

At one point, he heard the woman get up from her chair and spat.

"You won't obey? Then I will leave you here hungry and thirsty!"

Within seconds, a cloth was once more covering his mouth and the lights were out again. Once again, he felt two cold hands over his head. The cloth over his eyes was gone and the lights were on again, the door closed and locked.

It was too much. JT let his head hang and broke down, praying that Vincent or Catherine were on their way to get him out.

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