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The moment she drove away from the precinct, Catherine let out the breath that she had been holding. Knowing that Vincent was following her, made her feel at ease. He always seem to make her feel safe. But at the moment, she was doubting if she could trust herself alone with him. That evening when he sang for her, it took all of her control not to lose herself in him. And now that they were on a quest to find JT, he was going to be with her 24/7. How will she hold it together? How will she get through it? He was so close… and yet so far.

When she arrived at the warehouse, she had to collect her thoughts and force her heart to beat at a normal pace. Walking into Vincent's place, she had the urge to run away from him. But knowing that JT needed her, kept her from doing so.

"So, were you able to get some info from the broken phone?" Vincent asked.

He was looking at the bag in her hand, but his senses were focusing on the rest of her. He had noticed that she had trouble controlling the pounding of her heart. He also noticed that she was a bit nervous. She seemed calm, but it was from the outside. Something told him that she was fighting an internal battle with herself. But he had no idea what it was about.

Catherine sighed deeply and took a seat on a chair, trying her best to focus on JT's situation.

"Yes, Vincent. I was able to find out who the phone was registered to. And also that he called one person numerous times. There was just one number, but for some reason I was denied access to that info." She answered.

"Who does the phone belong to?" he asked impatiently.

"A man named Bill Connor." She answered.

"What did you find out about him?" he asked.

"Just his address." She responded.

"That's good right? We can work with that?" he asked with a curious tone in his voice.

"Yes." She answered.

He grabbed a chair and took a seat in front of her, wanting to ask her more about the owner of the phone. But it was then, when he saw that her forehead and hair had dust on them.

Without warning her, he brought his hand to her hair and tried to wipe the dust away.

"Where have you been? There's dust on your face and hair." He said, while trying to wipe away the dust from her forehead.

He sat so close to her, making it hard for her to answer him. She could smell his cologne. And the feel of his fingers, brushing the skin of her face, made her whole body tingle.

He knew that only her forehead had dust, but he acted like her whole face was covered in it. His fingers went from her forehead to her nose and ended up on her chin.

"I was hiding from my boss and Tess." She answered, her voice shaky.

She wanted to laugh at herself, because her voice sounded so strange in her ears. But then she felt his fingers on her cheek. The moment that happened, her eyes closed without her accord. Frowning, she enjoyed how his fingers brushed one cheek then the other.

"So I hid in a closet." She explained, her eyes still closed.

Vincent heard that her heart began to beat wildly again. He wanted to know why, but he was afraid that she would answer him truthfully. He wasn't sure, if he wanted to know.

"There. You are dust free once again." he said.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and ended up gazing into his.

He was completely lost in her eyes. He felt like her gorgeous, hazel eyes were boring into his, allowing her to look into his soul. It made him feel very excited and exposed. She was the only woman who could make him feel like this. He had dated others before, but none of them saw 'him'. The real him.

Catherine felt overwhelmed by his presence and closeness. It made her think of that evening.

*FLASHBACK*

She had a very eventful day at work, making her neck and shoulders feel stiff and painful. While getting out of the bathtub, she could only feel the pain more and more. Catherine changed into her pajamas and walked into the kitchen. She put water in the water cooker to make tea, while trying to dry her hair with a towel. Suddenly she heard a tap on her window. Vincent!

"You can come in, Vincent." she shouted.

He walked in, while she grabbed another cup for him.

"Do you want some tea?" she asked.

"Hi Catherine. Yes, I would appreciate that very much." He said with a smile on his face.

She turned around to look at him and her heart almost melted by the sight of him. He was smiling his million dollar smile of his. Tess loved to tease her, saying that Vincent had a million dollar smile. And Tess kept asking her, WHEN she was going to do some things to tall, dark and handsome.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Huh? What do you mean?" she asked.

"You had a smiley, dreamy look on your face just now. Like you were thinking of something delicious." He stated.

"What? Really? Delicious?" she asked, her cheeks turning crimson red from embarrassment.

"Uhuh." He said, while nodding.

She immediately changed the topic by saying."Vincent, my neck and shoulders are very stiff and painful. Could you massage the pain away?"

He nodded, so she took a seat on a chair. Standing behind her, he began massaging her shoulders. The moment she felt his hands on her skin, she automatically closed her eyes.

God, he had 'magic' hands… Sighing deeply, she enjoyed his touch and felt her muscles relax. The pain began to ebb away and at one point, she felt a shiver go through her spine.

"Does that feel good?" he asked with his throaty, deep voice.

She couldn't form a coherent sentence at this point, so she just nodded in agreement. Did he know that his touch was making her feel good and GOOD GOOD? She wondered. Right after thinking that, she mentally slapped herself. This was not a good idea. She should stop him from massaging her. But it felt so good. Dang!

"Your sister is home." He said, before jumping out of the window and disappeared into the night.

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When Heather walked in, she still had a dreamy look on her face.

"Catherine. What happened?" she asked concerned.

"Huh? Nothing!" she denied and walked to the kitchen to make tea for herself and Heather.

Vincent wasn't able to drink his tea. Damn.

*END of FLASHBACK*

Catherine was taken out of her thoughts by Vincent.

"When are we going to pay Mr. Connor a visit?" he asked.

Shaking her head, she answered." No, I will be doing that. Not we."

"What do you mean? I can come along with you. He could be dangerous, Catherine." He said.

"I know that, that's why I have a gun and a badge." She said.

"Who said that he was the kind to be scared of a little gun and badge? I will go with you!" he demanded.

"No, it is not safe for you. What if you accidentally expose yourself, Vincent? You are supposed to be in hiding, remember?" she said with a worried tone in her voice.

He looked her deep in the eyes and placed his hand on hers." I know the risks, Catherine. And I know you are worried about me being exposed, but JT is my friend. I have to do this." He said.

Sighing deeply, Catherine finally agreed."Okay. But you have to promise me that you are going to do as I say."

He nodded and said." I promise.

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