Reversed

Author's note: I hope you still remember the story. Long time not seen, huh? I actually wanted to update while I was waiting at the airport; for hours. But I discovered this amazing story which was freakishly long and I just had to read it. Probably the best work I have seen so far on this website. And well, after that the six shirt weeks just flew by. I didn't even have time to think about my stories. Back in base, I am now returning to my very important duties….giving you an update. ;)

Here a little reminder:

Chapter 14: "Gabe," I breathed out accusingly while drifting away.

Chapter 15

Vincent's point of view

I opened my eyes slowly. My head was spinning and I couldn't focus. It took me several minutes to adjust, but still I couldn't recognize my surroundings. Where was I? And then the memories hit me. Catherine and Gabe. He did this. He trapped her. And along with her me. I didn't have time to realize how bad the situation was as images of Gabe and Catherine flooded my head. Why?

Focus, Keller! It doesn't matter right now. You have to get yourself and Catherine out of here.

I couldn't focus on this thought for very long either, as a man in suit entered the room and grabbed me, pulling me on my feet. I wanted to defend myself, to hold my ground, but I was too weak. Whatever they gave me had only started to wear of, I could still feel the effects on my body. It had been a strong drug, probably only meant for beasts and not for me. He dragged me outside without much effort despite my large frame. The first Think I saw when we exited the room was Catherine sitting at a table. She looked defeated, like she'd given up. No, she couldn't have given up. They would find a way to escape. The man pushed me on a chair on the opposite side of the table and planted himself behind me. I tried to find Catherine's glance, but she dropped it to avoid mine. After staring intensely at her for a few moments, knowing that she could feel my eyes on her, I gave up and inspected the room instead. It was white, like completely white; and oddly tidy. There wasn't much in it; the table we were sitting at; some kind of large area which was separated from the rest. I realized that the room I was before was in fact some kind of cell with walls made of glass, including the door. Next to mine were four more. At the opposite wall some chains caught my eye and I flinched. On my right hand was a door and next too it was a mirror like the ones in interrogation rooms on TV. I had an ugly feeling that it had the same purpose. Besides that there wasn't much to observe, white and shiny; to a point which was almost driving me mad. I focused back on Catherine noticing that her hands were secured to her sides with heavy chains. She still didn't meet my gaze. Suddenly the door to my right opened and a man in a black suit entered. He took seat to the left of me.

"Now that our second guest cared to join us, we can go over the rules ones again. Catherine, would you like to explain them to him?" Her disgusted glance towards him was answer enough.

"Never mind, I will do it than" he continued unimpressed. " , I want to apologize for the means of transportation that were used, but you surprised us. My employees acted in favor of the operation's success. Nevertheless, hospitality is a very important issue to me. If you need anything, from medication to media for your free time, please let me know. However, as much as I care for good manners, I will have to insist for you to stay here, whether you like it or not. You see, you got yourself in the way of a very important operation, which I can't jeopardize. I promise you that you will not be harmed, if you cooperate. If you don't, I can't guarantee for your safety though. The operation is my top priority. Not only your behavior will be essential for your wellbeing, but also Catherine's. You see, I have a feeling that Ms. Chandler cares deeply about you. She wouldn't want to put you in danger by escaping again or simply disobeying. Your visit might not have been planned but it turns out that it is quite convenient. It gives Catherine reason to return after every mission. Besides she will have a little company in her free time. Isn't that lovely, dear?"

Catherine's face had twisted several times in anger, pain and quilt during his speech. Hearing his last sentence she snapped her head in his direction, her expression wild.

"Easy there, Catherine. I thought we had come to an understanding. You need to be in your best behavior in order to keep Vincent safe."

That's when I realized that he was calling me by my name. Vincent Keller. How did he know? I was pretty sure that I didn't have any papers on me. I had left in a hurry. Who was this guy?

"Now, just to be sure that both parties have understood the rules. Catherine will be coming back to her former job. She will be working on the missions we ask her. You, Vincent, will receive a special training to fill your free time while Catherine is gone. Catherine will be following orders without questioning them and coming back here after every single mission. If you won't Catherine, I will personally inject him. We don't want that now, do we?"

Inject me. He didn't say it, but I was pretty sure that I understood what he meant. He threatened to make a beast out of me. No, Catherine wouldn't want that. He knew her well enough, to know that she wouldn't allow this. She looked at him with so much anger in her eyes that I thought that she would rip herself free any minute and tear him apart. But then she brought her eyes on me. Once again I realized how defeated she looked. She lowered her glance, like she was to ashamed to look me in the eye. Like it was her fault and not mine.

The days went by. I saw Catherine returning every night, looking more and more defeated. Her eyes were empty; she barely looked at me. I had to help her.

Today they took her early. In her absence I performed my now familiar routine. Working out, doing cardio. I always have been one to look after his body, but now I looked even stronger after such a short time. Free time with no other responsibilities does that to you I guess. I was counting the minutes for her to return. It was later than usually and she still wasn't here. I missed her. Miserable and avoiding me as she was, I still missed her. It was a relieve that she returned to me unharmed every night.

Hours passed and still no sign. I was starting to feel agitated.

"Hey," I screamed, punching against the wall of my cell. "Hey," I punched again.

"What's the matter, pretty boy?" a guard asked amused.

"Where is Catherine?" I demanded.

"On a mission. That is all you need to know," he turned to leave.

"She has been gone for almost 24 hours!" I shouted at him.

"Well," he turned back to me grinning, "let's say that she and her target went to a little romantic vacation."

My stomach bothered me a lot all of a sudden. Seeing that he managed to get to me, he winked and left me alone with my screaming thoughts.

A.N.: I know that it is not much, but at this point it is really hard for me to decide how I want to write the next few chapters. Leave some reviews please, they are much appreciated. Who do you want to save them? Vincent, JT or Tess? Or do you want Catherine to save the day once more. I kind of think that she should rely on her friends for once. Do you care about a chapter in which you will learn a few things about Catherine's missions and how they affect her emotionally? Why she is avoiding eye contact with Vincent etc., etc.? I will try updating more often.