Note: So I decided to focus this chapter mainly on what Vincent and Catherine are going through and how they are dealing with it. Please review to let me know what you guys think, your reviews are what keep me motivated to keep going so be sure to let me know what you think! Thanks for reading :) and please keep an open mind about Gabe...who knows, he might surprise you!...or not...who knows!

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I DO NOT OWN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Chapter 12

Vincent walked over to the table in the middle of the room. Catherine remained in the middle of the room and took a deep breath. He pulled out a chair and sat down and rubbed his chin. Neither of them said a word. Neither of them knew what to say.

He sighed and got up to grab a beer from the fridge. "Do you uh..." Vincent looked over at Catherine who was still standing in the middle of the room. Vincent sighed as he grabbed himself a beer. "Do you wanna beer?"

Catherine remained standing in the middle of the room.

"Catherine?" Vincent closed the fridge and put the beer on the table.

She slowly turned her head to face him. But she still didn't say anything.

Vincent looked over at Catherine and watched as she stood motionless. "You okay?" he asked. He knew she wasn't okay. Neither of them were okay. But he had to say something.

Catherine slowly made her way over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs and Vincent did the same.

"Catherine-" Vincent started. He watched as she just stared at the table. He got up and grabbed another beer and handed it to her.

She looked up and forced a smiled and took the beer.

He went back to his seat and stared at the table. He waited for her to say something.

"I know..." Catherine started out causing Vincent to quickly look up at her. "I know, this seems impossible. And I know there is nothing neither of us can do. But I just want you to know..." Catherine stopped talking.

Vincent looked at her eager to know what she was going to saw but nothing came out of her mouth.

"Catherine I-"

"I just want to let you know that I care about you. I care about you a lot Vincent. And when we didn't know where you were I panicked. I thought you got hurt or they found you. Whenever I told myself you were going to be okay, the more it seemed like you weren't. I was so scared I would never get to see you again, because you are the best thing in my life and I don't know what I would do if I lost you." Catherine put a hand over her mouth and took a deep breath. "Vincent, I-" Catherine put a hand over her mouth trying to keep herself collected.

Vincent noticed how upset Catherine was and before she could finish Vincent got out of his chair and sat in the one next to her. He wrapped his arm's around her and held her close. "You're the best thing in my life too." he whispered. He moved his head from next to her's and kissed the top of her head.

Catherine pulled away and wiped a tear off her face. "The other night..." she stared out. "You saved me..."

Vincent shrugged his shoulders saying it was nothing.

"You saved my life too many times to count and I feel there is nothing I can do to re-pay you for that." Catherine looked down as she wiped another tear away.

"I have you in my life." he placed his index finger under her chin and brought her head up to face him. "and that is all I ever need."

Catherine smiled. "Thank you" she whispered. She hugged Vincent one more time.

"We will get through this..." Vincent whispered in her ear. "Together."

The both hugged each other for a couple more seconds when Vincent stood up.

"Come on." he said as he held out his hand. "Let's get working on that case of yours."

Catherine grabbed his hand and stood up. "The stuff's in my car, I'll go grab it." she smiled at Vincent one more time before she left the room.

After he made sure Catherine was out side he went over to J.T.'s lab station. He went through some paper's trying to find any results for the test J.T. did on him earlier. He flipped through papers but J.T. was right, there was nothing out of the ordinary. He looked over some more papers but still found nothing. 'Catherine was right.' Vincent thought, 'he just doesn't have the right equipment.' Vincent lost his train of thought as he heard Catherine come closer to the warehouse. He quickly made his way upstairs.

"Here's all the information." Catherine said as she placed some folders on the table.

"Great." Vincent took a seat. He started flipping through some papers.

Catherine didn't say anything she just looked at Vincent. He noticed she wasn't doing anything and looked up at her.

"What?" he asked confused.

"There was something a bit odd about the crime scene." Catherine said grabbing one of the folders. "But I don't think it's included in any of this."

"Well what was it?" Vincent closed one of the folders.

"When me and Tess got there, there was someone in the woman's locker room."

"Okay..." Vincent wasn't quite sure were she was going with this.

"But, it wasn't a woman..."

"So..." Vincent was really lost.

"It was a man." Catherine said

Vincent gave her a confused look. "So at your crime scene there was a man, in a woman's locker room. What was he doing?"

"Taking a shower."

Vincent gave her an even more confused look. "He was taking a shower...at your crime scene?"

"Yes." Catherine nodded slowly.

"Any idea why?" Vincent opened another folder.

"Nope, but he wasn't in the shower. We found him after his shower. But we did notice some blood in one of the running showers."

Vincent flipped through some papers. "So, he left the shower running, and there was blood." Vincent looked up at Catherine. "Well, it looks like he left the shower running to wash away the extra blood."

Catherine nodded telling him she agreed and she took out her phone to check the time. Heather would be worried if she stayed out to late.

"That's weird." Catherine said looking at her phone.

"What?" Vincent asked looking up from the papers.

"I have a new voicemail from an unknown number." Catherine pressed a few button's on her phone.

Vincent looked back down at the papers.

"Hello Detective." Catherine recognized the voice. It was Gabe. "I thought you should know, I know all about how you snuck J.T. Forbes into the lab. And if you don't want you're little boss to find out it was you who let him in. Then you have to join me for dinner tomorrow night. And...if you don't..." the voice paused. "Then let's just say you can say, 'bye bye' to your little detective job.' Oh, and during dinner we can discuss why Mr. Forbes needed DNA equipment."

Catherine hung up the phone and put it in her pocket. "Oh god..." she said under her breath.

"What is it?" Vincent looked up.

"That was Gabe, he wants me to join him for dinner or he is going to tell my boss I let J.T. into the lab." Catherine stared at her phone.

Vincent heard Catherine heart racing. "Who's Gabe?" Vincent asked confused.

"He is the guy we found in the locker room." Catherine didn't make eye contact with Vincent.

"Why does shower-boy have your number?" Vincent gave Catherine a confused look.

"He must of gotten it from someone." Catherine said.

"Wait, I thought you guys arrested him." Vincent was really confused.

"We did but it turns out he was from the ADA." Catherine held her phone in front of her face just staring at it.

"Why was an ADA, taking a shower in the woman's locker room." Vincent looked over at Catherine.

She shrugged her shoulder. "I don't know. But he seems to be pretty close to my boss and if he tells Joe I'll lose my job." Catherine groaned as she put her phone on the table. "How could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself.

Vincent put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey." he said in a calm voice.

Catherine didn't say anything she just sat with her face burried in her hands.

"Come on don't go betting yourself up over this, it's in the past and there is nothing you can do to change it."

She still didn't say anything.

"Together, remember?" Vincent forced a little smile. He hated seeing her like this. "Just go to dinner with the guy and save your job."

Catherine looked up at Vincent. "It sounds like he wants to go on a date Vincent."

He took a deep breath. "Then let him."

"But I want to be with you." Catherine looked over at Vincent.

"I want to be with you too but we can't let some guy take away your job." Vincent smiled. "Just go to dinner with him."

Catherine smiled back at Vincent. "You sure?"

"Yeah." Vincent sat back in his chair. "We can't let some shower-guy take away your job, can we?"

Catherine let out a small laugh. "I guess not." Catherine sighed. "But you know something?"

"What's that?" Vincent asked.

"I think it's time we have our first date." Catherine smiled

Vincent smiled. "Oh so you mean a date that doesn't involve me ending up on the top of Brooklyn Bridge or you trapped in a flipped car with a bullet to the chest?" Vincent joked.

"Yeah, that would be good." Catherine laughed.

I know it's another short one but I decided to stop here. Chapter 13 will include more about J.T.'s little visit to the precinct. I haven't really written about just Catherine and Vincent that much so I decided to write a chapter just focused on them.

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Thanks for reading and sorry it's so short! :)