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I DO NOT OWN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Chapter 47

Later that night Catherine entered her apartment. Heather was already asleep and she couldn't help but smile at the thought Vincent was the one who sent her the roses earlier that morning. Her smile then slowly disappeared as she thought about what Vincent told her. His past had a lot more bumps in the road than she thought, even before Murifield.

She made her way into her room and grabbed her laptop off her desk and sat on her bed. She opened it up and went on New York General's website trying to find any history on Alex as a doctor. She looked at the links on the side trying to find the page for employee's. She knew anything on Vincent and Alex would be before 2001 so she highly doubted she would find anything. She continued scrolling down until she saw a 'Wall of Fame.' She decided to click on that hoping she would find something relative to Alex. She scrolled down the page far enough until she got to the year of 2001. She stared at the screen not believing what she saw. 'Evan Marks: ER Medical Doctor' She clicked on his name bringing her to a page that was all about him. She scrolled down and grew-wide eyed reading all the information. She pressed 'print' on her computer decided to bring it in to work tomorrow to ask Evan about it.

The next morning Catherine went down to morgue and taped on the door frame.

"Got a minute?" She asked.

Evan looked up and smiled. "Sure."

She walked in and handed him the article. "I never knew you were an ER doctor."

Evan looked down at the paper that was held right and front of him and looked back up at Catherine. "Another time Cat."

"Evan..." Catherine said giving him a confused look.

He stood up out of his chair and made his way over to the lab table with the man that Vincent killed. "I looked at his system." Evan said changing the subject.

Catherine folded the paper and put it in her pocket. "And?"

"He was clean too." Evan said putting on blue gloves.

"So then Alex wasn't dealing the drugs to him." Catherine said crossing her arms.

"I guess not, but I did find something on the mans neck."

Catherine made a confused look and walked over to the man. "What did you find?"

Evan moved the what was left of the man's neck and pointing to small marks. "Those are from fingernails."

Catherine's eyes grew wide. "Fingernails?"

Evan nodded. "So the thing that crushed his neck, was a hand. And they are only in that one spot, which means whoever killed him just wrapped his hand around him and squeeze. Thing is though that's not humanly possible."

"Yeah no kidding." Catherine said. "Have any theories?"

Evan looked over at Catherine without saying a word.

Catherine slowly nodded. "Uh huh."

"I just don't see any other explanation." Evan said throwing his arms up. "There are no bears in New York City."

Catherine swallowed. She really didn't know how she was going to get Vincent out of his one.

"A pro wrestler?" Catherine asked trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

"Yeah but just look at the way those fingernails dug in. Heck they're more like claws than nail."

"Maybe he worked at a beauty salon." Catherine joked.

"Cat..." Evan said in a bit of an annoyed tone.

Catherine laughed and walked over to Evan and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry Evan we will get to the bottom of it."

"I hope so because I also want to thank him."

"Thank him?" Catherine asked giving Evan a look as if he had three heads.

"Well yeah, he also saved my life remember?"

"He?"

"The subway tunnels." Evan said. "I mean lets face it, it was has got to be the same person or thing. Unless there are two pro wrestler's who work at beauty salons." Evan joked.

"Maybe." Catherine laughed. "I should get back to work, let me know if you find anything okay?"

Evan nodded. "Will do."

Catherine left and Evan leaned back in his chair looking at the images. He then leaned forward and grabbed a frame that had a picture of him and his mother. He swallowed and rubbed his thumb across the textured frame border.

"His system was clean." Catherine said walking over to Tess.

Tess rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Yup." Catherine sighed.

"Alright now what? We hit a dead-end." Tess said plopping herself in her desk chair.

"Well not necessary." Catherine said holding a finger up.

Tess raised an eyebrow. "You got another theory?"

"Well what if it wasn't about the drugs." Catherine said sitting down next to her partner.

"Well what would it be about?"

"There were four people there that night, Me, Alex Salter, the man whose neck got crushed, and the neck crusher."

"Neck crusher?"

Catherine sighed. "Evan thinks that the vigilante is the same person who crushed his neck."

"So that would make him a serial killer then? You know, first Peter, the nutty intern boy, then Gregg Johnson, the commanding officer from the case Wolanski's got, and now man with crushed neck that yet has to be named."

Catherine slowly nodded.

"Question is what does Peter, Johnson, and that man all have in common?"

Catherine shrugged. "Maybe you can ask Wolanski if he found anything."

"What and actually talk to him? No, not happening that's the last thing I want to do." Tess said.

"Fine then I will." Catherine said getting up out of her chair.

"What's got you down in the dumps?" JT asked as he was grading papers.

Vincent continued doing pull-ups on the bar that crossed the room. "I don't know what you're talking about." Vincent lied.

JT let out a small laugh. "Oh come on man, ever since Catherine was over last night you haven't really talked. Heck this is like the first conversation we've had since she left."

Vincent let go of the bar causing JT to look up at him. "What?"

"Catherine had a few questions, that's all." Vincent said walking over to the fridge.

"About?" JT asked turning in his chair to face him.

Vincent shrugged. "Just questions JT." he said in a nervous tone.

"About what? Why we left?"

Vincent nodded taking it as an opportunity to drop the subject. "Uh..yeah."

"Well what happened?" JT asked curiously.

"I just explained to her that if we were to leave with her that, that would put her in even more danger."

JT nodded and then looked down at one of his students papers.

Catherine walked back into the morgue. "I talked to Wolanski about how Gregg Johnson died. He said you had some new information?"

Evan looked up from his computer and nodded. "Um yes..."

"What did you find?" Catherine asked walking towards him.

"Well the claw marks on Johnson were different than the man's neck."

"Different? Different how?"

Evan sighed and put up two pictures on his computer. One of Johnson's chest and another of the man's neck. "If you look at his chest the marks the claw marks are a bit smaller and thinner than the ones on the man's neck."

"Your theory?" Catherine asked trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.

"Well that's not all, the marks on Peter they are the same as the ones on the neck so that means the same thing killed both men. But...Gregg Johnson, the marks are different."

"So you're saying that there are two people killing?"

Evan nodded. "Yes because these marks are too different to be from the same person."

Catherine nodded and then said, "Thanks I'll let Tess know."

Before Catherine left the morgue Evan spoke up, "Cat wait..."

She turned around and gave him a confused look. "Yeah?"

"Sit." He said pointing to one of the chairs.

Without saying anything she made her way over to one of the seats.

"That article you printed...you didn't show anyone else did you?"

Catherine shook her head. "No why?"

Evan sighed and then continued. "I meant for anyone to find out about my ER experience but you deserve to know."

"Evan you don't have to explain it's-"

Evan shook his head. "No it's fine. You found the article you deserve an explanation." He paused. "When I lived in the UK I was very well known for my work in the ER that I got sent over here to the US in the summer of 2001 to work for a bit and to get some more experience. While I was here my...my mother was very sick." He paused once again and Catherine gave him an apologetic look. "Anyway, she was quite ill and when I was working at the hospital it was my responsibility to check on this patient that was in need of intravenous therapy and...and I got a call saying my mother had passed away. I was so upset I...I spent the rest of the night in my office and I forgot about the patient and he eventually died because his intravenous bag became very low and...he died that night because I never check on him. I couldn't go back to work knowing I was responsible for his death so I decided to get a job as a medical examiner. I couldn't have a risk of messing things up again. "

Catherine gave him an apologectic look. "Evan it's not your fault."

Evan looked at Catherine. "Of course it is if I just checked up on the guy-"

"Evan..." Catherine started out taking his hand in hers. "It's not your fault. You were dealing with a horrible event. You can't blame yourself for what happened."

Evan sighed and looked at Catherine hand that was wrapped around his. He forced a small smile. "You know the last time I've been in a hospital since then was when you got shot? All I could think about was that I was going to loose you. And there would be nothing I could do about it."

Catherine smiled. "You didn't loose me. Just like how I didn't loose you in the subway tunnel."

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