*WARNING: Contains adult content, rated M for only Adult audiences, explicit language, and sexual content.*

(Chapter 4)

Once inside, Vincent gently placed Catherine's unconscious body in one of the chairs by the houseboat's back door. Carefully blindfolded and tied her small hands in her back before taking a seat at the kitchen table and opening up the laptop. He started the next phase of his mission, direct-messaging Gina under the previous fake name given to him. Telling her he was a friend of her Uncles and would like to meet her at the club later. Since she was in danger of being a possible target of Hernandez's, he needed to protect her. In the meantime, he still needed to figure out what to do with the unconscious woman that sat in his chair immobile. He couldn't take a chance of her being at Rykers and finding out what he had done. The commander would not be pleased. He heard Catherine starting to stir in the chair, trying to get her hands freed, and then her heart rate doubled.

"Are we on a boat? Vincent?" Catherine asked him while trying to free her hands but wasn't having any luck. Every time she tried to struggle against the restraints, the ropes would get tighter. She could hear the typing of keys on what sounded like a computer and knew that she wasn't alone. "Vincent, I know you're there. It's kind of scary under here. You know, they're gonna track my phone."

"They won't have any luck," Vincent replied, while he sat there, continuing to type out the rest of the information, and was just about to finish it.

"So it is you, and of course, you did something to my phone. You're a smart guy." She commented, knowing how good he was at staying under the radar all those years.

"Not feeling so smart right now," Vincent remarked as he glanced over at her for a moment. That's when it begins to be more of a distraction than an annoyance.

"Because of this? You couldn't know I would show up or that the guards would be there. You, you panicked. It happens." Catherine tried to rationalize what he did by coming up with a believable excuse, even if her gut told her something different.

"I mean about last night, taking you to your place and…" Vincent took a moment to recall last night, the way they connected and he couldn't let that happen again. He was lucky enough to get a hold of Zhao and ripped him to shreds. Still, this Catherine had a way about her that was like a magnet; it kept pulling him towards her. He needed to know why and how she shows up wherever he is. He stopped what he was doing, looking up for a moment before turning his attention towards her asking. "Why were you stalking me?"

"You just left JT's. I was concerned."

"JT? Is that your husband?" Vincent asked her, not sure who the hell the guy was? It must have been someone important to her. He wasn't supposed to have any memory of personal experiences. Maybe it was better that way, making him a better soldier.

"He's your best friend," Catherine answered, a little taken back from Vincent's memory of not only his girlfriend but his best friend. How or why would he forget something like that?

"My best friend." Vincent looked on quizzically; wouldn't he have remembered something like that.

"Yes, you guys…" Catherine was about to tell him that they knew each other for a long time, but Vincent wasn't interested as he cut her off.

"Then I catch you trying to talk to someone about tracking me down."

"My partner Tess. The cops are going to be looking for you, but I told you, I'm protecting you.…" She tried to explain, but he cut her off again.

"Protecting me?" Vincent lifted an eyebrow, not sure how the hell was she going to do that tied up. Vincent continued with a skeptical tone in his voice, while responding to Gina's instant message. She was telling him about her celebrating her midterms and that she would like to meet up with him."I just kidnapped you. I don't know how you're supposed to be protecting me?"

"Vincent, why were you at Rikers?" Catherine needed to know what was so important to have him just leaving the Gentleman's Club earlier and in a hurry.

"You don't get to ask the questions. I do!" Vincent's voice was bitter. He didn't mind the small talk at first, but then she started interrogating him, and again it felt oddly familiar like she had done this before.

"I've known what's been done to you, and I haven't told anyone….and maybe if you just took this blindfold off, you can sense when someone's lying."

Vincent took a moment to think and knew she had a point. There weren't any signs of her going to someone and telling them about his secret abilities. Still, he couldn't trust her for some reason, and he had a mission to finish. He couldn't have any more distractions from her, so slowly, he turned his attention to her, and with an aggressive tone, he told her, "I have to work. No more questions."

"What the hell does that mean he just kidnapped my daughter?!" Reynolds asked angrily through the phone. How the hell did that happen? He didn't like the fact that his daughter showed up at the prison and tried to interfere in Keller's mission.

"I don't know, Sir. Her partner Tess came into my office ranting about her getting off the phone with Rikers, and her car wasn't there…"

"How the hell can you let this happen, Lowan?" Reynolds demanded through the phone as he pounded his fists against the desk. He wasn't entirely happy with the outcome, Gabe was supposed to keep an eye on his daughter, making sure she wasn't anywhere near Keller or his missions, and he failed again.

"Sir, I had other responsibilities to deal with the precinct…" Gabe protested but got cut off by one pissed-off Reynolds.

"Remember I gave you that damn job Lowen and I accept you to come through when I ask." Reynolds's voice was cynical.

"I understand that sir, but you don't want me to raise any suspicion in the precinct, do you?" Gabe pointed out to Reynolds while taking a seat behind his desk.

Reynolds took a moment to regain his composer, drawing in slow, steady breaths and carefully controlling his voice's tone before responding. "No." He didn't like Gabe all that much, but he needed him as a distraction at the moment to make sure that his daughter stays away from Keller. So he threatened him. "You better find my daughter Lowen."

"Yes, sir, is there anything else?"

"Make sure she stays away from Keller this time for good, or you will answer to me." Reynolds slammed his phone down back on the receiver and took a heavy sigh. What the hell was with Catherine liking this particular experiment of Vanessa's anyway?

Vincent was just in the middle of getting more information on Gina's party's location when he was distracted by the racing of Catherine's heartbeat again, she was repeatedly swallowing, and had difficulty breathing. He knew it couldn't be good, sighing heavily; he slammed the top down on the laptop and headed over to the mini-fridge when he took out the water bottle before getting the glass from the countertop and pouring it in. With the glass of water in hand, he approached her, set the glass on the nearby table, and took the blindfold off. Then she looked up at him, commenting about not doing so great with boats; obviously, she was seasick, and he offered her more of the water after placing it against those soft lips of hers, watching her drink. She kindly denied more, and just when he was about to walk over to sit the glass back on the table. She suggested that he untie her to apply acupressure since it worked in the past with her. He looked on with uncertainty on his face while listening to her. "It doesn't really make any sense for you to keep me tied up. I can't outrun you. I can't overpower you. And you're clearly good with pressure points."

"Mm-hmm, so why would you trust me now?" He couldn't see that happening, she being the size she was, and quickly was knocked out with the pressure point on her neck.

"Because I know you won't hurt me." Catherine answered, kneeling beside her. As his fingers brushed against hers, there was a warm sensation that went through him.

After freeing her bound wrists and then pocketed the rope he used for later. Vincent took a seat on the sofa's arm, grabbed the arm of the chair, and started pulling it along with Catherine towards him. Licking his lips, he took hold of her small soft hand and started massaging her wrist for a couple moments. It seemed to be working as both her heart rate and breathing went back to normal. Then this overwhelming need to apologize for what happened earlier came over him. "Look, I didn't mean to get angry before."

"It's okay." Catherine looked over at him, still trying to figure out his motive. She assumed there had to be something with him knowing what to do with her after finding him. "Maybe you brought me here for a reason and not just because of the guards."

"There's this pull I can't explain." Vincent started telling her while looking down at their hands, feeling familiar about this as well. Before getting up to walk over to the direction, he was sitting a few minutes ago, and placed a hand on the chair's back. He continued. "You know, it's like, I'm over here working, and I can hear your heartbeat."

Catherine got up from the chair and approached him as he stood by the bar table. Remember how well his hearing is and how it must be driving him crazy. So she commented. "Must be very annoying."

"Distracting." He replied while looking down at her.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Catherine said as she looked up at him, thinking about approaching the next question again. She needed to know about the reason he was at a prison in the first place. "So, what were you doing at Rikers…?

"I told you, I can't." Vincent continued looking down at her, giving her a severe expression, and the tone of his voice was stern. He wasn't allowed to talk about the missions to anyone because the commander told him it would compromise them.

"But Muirfield's gone," Catherine touched the side of his face, trying to get him to open up about what was going on with him. So she tried a different approach, maybe if she gained his trust again. "Vincent, what aren't you telling me? You can trust me; we can trust each other still."

With brows drawing closer and his face tightened. Vincent looked down at her again, thinking, 'Trust,' how could he when he didn't even know her? He needed her to get off that subject and focus elsewhere. Something like claiming each other's lips the way they did the night before; they must have been a boyfriend and girlfriend previously. The way they kissed, and right now, he wanted to feel those soft lips on him again like they were last night. So he leaned down towards her letting his warm breath linger as his lips came closer to her and asked. "Why don't you tell me about our first kiss?"

"Well, um….." Catherine paused, a little taken back by him, forgetting that too, along with what she was going to say, closing her eyes as he started kissing her slowly. She always got distracted from him before when they were together when he would do things to her. She felt his hand on her cheek like he always did in the past when they stopped long enough for her to look up at him and then continue in a whisper. "You know, um; we did more than just kiss."

"I know." Vincent's voice was husky and sounded normal again after they stopped kissing. His one hand was on her cheek, caressing it with his thumb, and he looked down at his girlfriend with eyes that smolder with intensity. His heart raced, and his whole body tingled like it always was before he had been kidnapped.

"Vincent?" Catherine looked up at him suspiciously, and she wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Now he was back to himself; how and what game was he trying to play?

"Yeah, uh, where are we?" Vincent replied while slowly taking a look around the structure's main lower level, a bit distraught. He wasn't sure why they were there or even how they got there.

"On some boat." Catherine looked up, answering him with confusion, wondering what the hell was wrong with him again. At least his 'doctoring skills' kicked in along with his beast abilities, and he sensed her discomfort earlier.

"A boat?" Vincent gave a questionable look as he stepped back from her and continued to look around. He checked out the surroundings that weren't familiar to him, then recalled being there before going to the docks the other day, but he didn't check the place out. In a way, the boathouse reminded him of some small apartment. A bar table with stools occupied the middle of the kitchen; a sink, fridge, cabinetry, microwave oven on a counter space took up the rest.

"You brought me here. Don't you…." Catherine knew it was a waste of time asking him if he remembered anything; pushing the hair out of her face, she carefully asked the next question. "Nevermind, you sure you don't remember any of it?"

"Yes." Vincent narrowed his eyes while looking back at her after entering the living room area after checking it out. "Why don't you believe me?"

"I don't know what to believe anymore." Catherine shook her head while following him into the living room and then pressed her lips together. "It's like I said, before one minute you're fine, and the next thing, it's like you're a different person."

"Catherine, I know it's frustrating, but you got to believe me." Vincent expressed while his brows wrinkled as he looked at her. "When I tell you, I can't recall any of it."

"So you don't remember going to Rikers after leaving JT's?"

"No I don't," Vincent replied, rubbing the back of his neck. He wished he did remember because he was beginning to get worried about what he may have done. Since the last time, he killed someone.

Catherine looked up at him with uncertainty on her face. Was she going to believe that he just failed to remember anything? She then dropped her eye contact, replaying past events to try to understand the whole situation. So she thought maybe if they explored the place, it hopefully would give them some answers. She suggested. "Okay, let's check out the rest of the houseboat and see if it triggers any memories. Like that night, you were taken."

Vincent nodded and cautiously stepped onto the second level with Catherine following behind him, surveying the surroundings. The upstairs was just as impressive; in the middle of the bedroom sat a big ass king-size bed set with two end tables and lamps sat on both sides. There was an upholstered bench that sat at the foot of the bed, a black Egg-style chair sat in the corner of the room, and off to the side was the bathroom. He then wandered over to where a set of double doors led out to a patio deck. A small white table with a pair of matching Adirondack chairs sat in the middle and the balcony on the top tier of the houseboat overlooking the Hudson River, taking in the beautiful view of the night sky. The moon's reflection shimmered off the steady flowing current water while the gentle waves crashed against the hull, and distant urban noises can be heard.

"Anything?" Catherine inquired while coming closer and stood beside him. Taking in the night sky view and felt the wind of the ocean air whipping through her hair, enjoying the stillness of the night.

Vincent came back inside, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to recall anything that may trigger any memories of that night. Even with his beast sense nothing came, he couldn't pick up anything and replied with a sigh. "Not yet,"

"I wonder, who's paying for this boat?" Catherine inquired while looking up at him, tilting her head to the side, and gave him a curious expression.

"I don't know, but whoever it is, has to be rich or important, right?" Vincent responded, figuring whoever bought this place must have a lot of money.

"Yeah, and that's what's worrying me." Catherine looked up at him again with concern, this time, still. She figured it must be someone like Muirfield, but since Vincent had already taken care of that problem. Who else could it be?

"I know. Me, too," Vincent acknowledged; whoever is behind this must be higher up if they wanted to eliminate Muirfield. Maybe trying to get rid of the computation, he figured.

"It looks like you've been here a while," Catherine remarked; it was more of an observation than a question. She checked out the medium-sized bathroom, with a stand-in shower on the side. Noticing the new clothes he had on that day when they found him and knowing where they came from now. She then saw the king-size bed before them, neatly made. It must have been hard for him to sleep here alone without knowing that they were looking for him.

"Yeah," Vincent replied while still observing the rest of the sleeping quarters and then had paid attention to what Catherine was checking out. The king-sized bed that sat before them and started to wonder how many nights he slept there without her. How lonely must it have been for them both? He figured probably too many from what JT had told him before. Glancing at his watch, he noticed it was still early in the evening and figured it would be a perfect time to play out this fantasy he had in his head, her being handcuffed, while he would touch and taste every part of her body. He moved closer to her, erasing the distance between them. "You know, since you are my captive, I'm going to have to, uh, tie you up again." He teased her.

"You're captive?" Catherine tilted her head to the side and raised eyebrows. She saw his eyes darken, glossing over, and then soften, parting his full sexy lips.

"Mm-hmm," Vincent licked his lips, embracing her in a claiming gesture, and pulling her closer to his hard body. He let her feel the aching bulge in his pants as his shaft hardened.

"Should I be the one arresting you?" Catherine reached for his black tee shirt and began playing with the bottom part. Was he seriously thinking about making love to her now?

"You can't outrun me or overpower me either, remember." Vincent's mouth slowly built into a smile again, and cupped her cheek with his hand, thinking about what he could do to her. Seeing the hesitation and before Catherine could respond, his lips took a hungry possession of her mouth. All the while helping her shrug off the brown leather jacket she wore. He briefly stopped kissing long enough for him to take hold of his shirt and pull it over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Then she started to work on removing her white sleeveless blouse, peeling it off her shoulders after unbuttoning it and tossing that to the floor as well. He reached around her and pressed his towering body against hers more to the point of hugging her. Capturing her lips again, he started unfastening the white lacy bra she wore, grunting as her petite breasts spilled excitedly against his bare chest. The feeling of her gorgeous small body against him, hearing and feeling her racing heart against his bare chest. It was throwing his body into sexual overdrive. He growled, pushing her back on the bed, quickly taking the rope he had found in his pants pocket, and climbed on the bed over top of her. He bounded both her hands together with the rope to the headboard above her head and kneeled beside her. His eyes laid on Catherine's beautiful body, taking the tips of his fingers and running them over her smooth skin. Then across both of the tops of her breasts one at a time, and teased the tight rosy bud of her hard nipples between his fingers, pinching, tugging, and bent down; he started to kiss each of her small breasts. He lashed the tip of her buds with his tongue and then captured it between his lips and gently suckled them hardened peaks of hers before he would continue to kiss her slowly down to her stomach while undoing her jeans and pulling them off along with her panties.

Catherine fixed her gaze on him as Vincent removed himself from the bed and stood at the front of there, with the aching bulge in his black Khakis visible. He looked over at her seductively while undoing the button on his pants, bringing the zipper down, and took off the rest of his clothes, leaving a growing erection in her view. Approaching the bed, lifting her legs, and slowly spreading them farther apart for better access. He took a position where she was moist, feeling his fingers begin to part the nest of hair between her thighs.

"I want to taste you," Vincent muttered as he kissed the moist warm folds between her thighs and looked up as the pupils of his eyes dilated, flashing gold while he grew more aroused. He then opened his mouth, showing the tip of his tongue, and moistened his lips with it. Before reaching out, grazing her clit, licking it, lapping up that sweet, creamy nectar of hers. Then it darted inside her, penetrating, before thrusting it in and out repeatedly. He continued to hear Catherine moaning as he slid a finger inside her wet core. At the same time, he was tasting that sweet nectar of hers. Vincent felt her clit pulsate around his tongue while he continued to thrust two of his fingers inside, and hearing those sweet sighs was driving him insane. "Mmm… you taste so fucking good, babe."

"Oh god!" Catherine groaned loudly while contorting her hips, still feeling his tongue teasing the tiny bud between her thighs and his fingers sliding in and out of her continuously. An overwhelming spasm went through her as she bucked her hips forward. Both his tongue and finger on her clit, slowly at first, and then the rhythm increased. She immediately arched against his hand as his fingers thrust wildly inside her, squirming against him. Her warm clit clamped around them, throbbing with pleasure.

Vincent withdrew his fingers from inside her; a few moments later. He started to make his way back up her body with soft kisses and claimed her mouth with his again, growling. Simultaneously, with one hand, cutting the rope with a claw and

"Don't move," He instructed her as he quickly once more removed himself from the bed and then managed to grab her handcuffs off the floor. When he returned to the bed afterwards, he took one hand, pulling her towards him. Then without any words, quickly took hold of her petite frame and turned her around, facing away from him.

"What are you doing?"

"Just-I'm making sure I, uh, punish you the proper way," Vincent answered her as he kneeled behind her on the bed and handcuffed her one wrist to him. His hand moved over her adorable ass, caressing and cupping it. "You can't just show up at Rikers like that by yourself. It's dangerous."

"Spank me, I insist." Catherine teased as she went down on her hands and knees, and he gave her ass a good hard smack. She couldn't wait to see how this scenario would play out. Gasping at the stinging sensation on her rear, it made her heart start beating faster and excited her more. She was moaning softly as his strong hand caressed her ass again and squeezed it softly.

"I attend to, believe me, babe," Vincent told her while his hand gave her a good squeeze before pushing her front down more. So her beautiful ass was positioned more in front of him. Then slowly trailed the tips of his fingers down her back, finding her soft bottom, and gave her another spank. He watched as Catherine began to lay her upper torso face down on the bed, putting her left hand along her body to balance herself better, and the second one was behind her back. Then he forced her legs further apart and pressed her against his arousal briefly. Vincent cuffed his left wrist to hers, taking hold of his rigid member, and slowly began entering that lovely little behind of hers. He bent her arm behind, further up her back, and placed his right hand on the base of her neck. While holding her down, what seemed to be somewhat like an 'arresting pose,' it was slow and provocative thrusts. Then Vincent increased the pounding rhythm into her and allowed himself to savor the feeling of beginning inside her again. He heard the tiny cries from her mouth, the smell of jasmine and sex hit his senses. Knowing Catherine was on the verge of another orgasm, and couldn't help but smile. He stopped himself for a moment and let go of both her wrist and neck; taking her by the hips, he pulled her more towards him, allowing her to be on her knees this time, and positioned himself more against her, deeper inside; gripped her hip again. Vincent then took hold of her wrist and picked up his rhythm, pounding his stiff shaft inside her once more. He could feel the blood running in his veins as he grew larger; turned on by Catherine's sweet ass tightened slowly around his stiff member excited him, and he went deeper inside her.

"Vincent," Catherine groaned, feeling his heart beating on her back as the front of Vincent's warm chest was now against her. His lips planted soft kisses on her shoulders while holding her to him. She leaned to accommodate him as he plunged deeper inside, reveled in each drive of his hips. She turned her head a little towards him, meeting her lips with his as they kissed gradually for a moment before she exclaimed. "Don't stop, harder!"

"Ughhh… I love your body so fucking much, Catherine," Vincent uttered against her flesh while kissing the side of her neck and then bit softly on her shoulder for a few minutes. He held her closer by the waist as he continued to thrust harder inside her as their breathing and the beating of their hearts became unison. He moaned. "Come for me, baby."

"Oh, God, fucking Yes!" He heard her cry of release while he gave one last push inside her. Within moments he groaned in blissful agony, and the release came fast as he let the orgasm take over. He waited to regain his composure before gathering Catherine against him, and they both collapsed on the bed together, his sinewy arms holding her captive as they continued to breathe heavily.

"Hello?" JT answered while opening up his laptop and started to hack into Catherine's cell without looking at the caller ID. Hoping it was either Vincent or Cat, but it turned out to be Gabe of all people.

"JT, it's Gabe. Uh, I need you to track Catherine's phone." He replied.

"It's pinging all over the map," JT pointed out while looking at his computer. Tess had already called and told him about Catherine being at Rykers, following Vincent before getting cut off. "Looks like she's in 47 places in Manhattan alone."

"So Tess updated you?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah, filled me in on everything," JT answered him sarcastically while remembering Tess wasn't a bit happy about the fact that she was worried that his deranged friend had done something to her and started blaming JT by chewing his ass out. That was before he told her what happened earlier with him storming out of there and them spotting him on a traffic camera. That was before he found out about the sniper shooting some seizure-inducing medication into an international cartel leader named Carlos Hernandez and killed him. The weird part was he was using the alias Dr. Braunstein. He can understand the frustration in it, but he knew Vincent would never hurt Cat even when he wasn't himself. He also knew something else was going on with him that had to give him those strange nightmares lately. "Um, communication's key to teamwork."

"Well, maybe you can persuade Catherine of that. Meanwhile, it seems like Vincent has scrambled her phone, which means he doesn't want us to find her." Gabe commented through the phone.

"I don't know where he is or where he might have taken her," JT responded; he figured that Vincent wouldn't want anyone to find him, especially Gabe after last year. He didn't like the assumption that the big guy had purposely taken her and tried to do something to her.

"Look, You want to be a good friend, JT? Then work with us because he is in trouble."

"Fine," JT didn't like where this conversation with Gabe was going; he had always been a damn good friend to the big guy since they were kids. He knew the only way to find both Vincent and Catherine was by Gabe's help, in case something terrible had happened to the both of them. The computer finally landed on a location, and he told Gabe. "Closest ping's at the 79th Boat Basin."

"So are they on a boat?" Gabe inquired with interest.

"Yeah, I'll get a hold of Tess, and uh, the both of us can….. "JT answered with the suggestion of them going to check it out, but Gabe interrupted him.

"Actually, neither of you guys are going either," Gabe ordered him.

"You just said I was part of the team." JT was confused; something didn't sit with him. After Gabe was bitching to him not being a 'team player' earlier.

"You are both too close to this, I'm going in alone."

"What? Why?" JT still couldn't understand why all of a sudden, Gabe wanted to venture off to find Cat by himself since Vincent tried to go after them in the warehouse the day before. Besides, how could he be sure he wouldn't kill his best friend as he tried to the year early.

"Look, I'm the one who has to earn Catherine's trust," Gabe said as he quickly hung up the phone before there would be any more questions from JT.

JT sat there mulling over the reason why Gabe was so interested in gaining Catherine's trust. Especially after what happened the previous year. What if he tried the same crap again with Vincent?

"If I knew that it was going to be this easy getting you back into my bed, I would have done it sooner." Vincent teased while lending over and kissed his girlfriend passionately, letting his fingers explore her body once again. He stopped when he saw the serious look on her face, and she didn't respond to his touch. Looking down at Catherine and hearing her heart was racing again. Knowing it wasn't just because they just had sex, something else continued to bother her and asked her. "What?"

"Nothing," Catherine shook her head, not knowing how to approach the subject at hand.

"Catherine, what is it?"

"I'm still wondering what going to Rykers has anything to do with whoever is paying for this boat." She answered, assuming they were connected somehow. After the way Vincent's been acting lately and finding out this place was his and by an unknown party.

"If I knew that, I wouldn't have told you by now."

"I don't know; I just wish we could figure out what the hell is wrong with you," Catherine said with disappointment, caressing his bare chest a bit, and looking at him with her brows wrinkling.

"Maybe it's better that way..." Vincent commented as Catherine narrowed her eyes at him; before he could respond to her, his phone's alarm went off. "What the….?"

"Why is your phone going off?"

"Don't know," Vincent answered, removing his naked ass from the bed, going to check his phone and with eyebrows drawn. He noticed the alarm had been set for 10 o'clock with the following location.

"Vincent?" Catherine saw the confusion on his face as he glanced at his watch. "What is it?"

"Looks like we, uh, have work to do." He answered her while returning to the bed and sat down, showing her his phone. "I must have set the time of where I'm supposed to be."

"To make you a better soldier, unless something else is going on." Catherine estimated while slowly sitting up and watching him.

"It could very well be." He replied, pulling up both his briefs and pants, and then slipped his shirt back on. "We should probably get dressed."

"Okay, we need to figure out what your mission is?" Catherine said after getting herself dressed and followed Vincent into the gallery.

"I would love to know that myself, but I can't remember." He pointed it out.

"What about the laptop? I heard you typing on it earlier." Catherine mentioned, remembering hearing the keys being tapped on them repeatedly. "All I know is that you were working on something, and it seemed important. That was before you slammed it closed."

"Uh, Okay," Vincent went over to where it sat on the island, lifting the lid. It revealed a fictitious name and a profile page on some dating site he never even heard of called ForeverAs1 dot com, with a picture of him in a doctor's uniform. Then an instant message popped up from someone named Gina Garolo saying to flash his ID badge at the door and meet her inside. "Oh no."

"What is it? What's wrong?" Catherine came over concerned and saw the direct-messaging pop-up and the fictitious social media dating page. Whoever this was, telling him that she's having a party at a 'Club Red' tonight to celebrate mid-terms. And this Dr. Derek Braunstein couldn't wait to see her there. Is this someone who he was with during those three months? Or someone he just met online and didn't want her to find out by coming up with a bogus username. "Vincent, who is Gina Garolo?" She wondered.

"I have no idea…."

"And why are you posing as some Dr. Braunstein?" She wondered still, going over the profile page one last time.

"Maybe it's part of the next mission," Vincent guessed as he watched her type the name out on the computer and did a search.

"Gina is a nursing student from Miami and that guy she's hugging at a family barbecue is Joe Garolo." Catherine looked at the name again in the newspaper article and compared it to the picture on Gina's dating profile. "He's an international cartel leader. Garolo was the name of Carlos Hernandez's rival."

"There has to be a reason for me to go to Rikers then."

"Well, if Carlos were to harm her, it would certainly send a message," Catherine noted; she wasn't going to allow some innocent girl to be in some cross-hairs, so she suggested. "We have to get to her before someone else does."

Vincent thought for a moment; he was unsure if it would be safe for Catherine to tag along. He knew she could kick much ass when she needed to, but this situation was different. Not only was he not aware of what he would do next, but whatever the next mission was, it could be dangerous. So in fear of losing control again and attacking her. He decided while putting on his jacket and was about to head to the door. "Not 'we.' Me."

"What?" Catherine was shocked; she couldn't understand what the hell he was thinking. After what's been going on with him. She stood in front of him, trying to block him from leaving. "Are you kidding?"

"I know, I just, I can't have you following me, okay?" He told her honestly that he didn't want to take any chances when he didn't know what would happen. "I don't want you to get hurt either."

"I can take care of myself, remember." Catherine started to protest, grabbing her jacket. "You're not just gonna leave me here."

"Oh yeah, how were you planning on getting inside without causing suspicion then," Vincent responded as he saw her narrowing her eyes at him and pressing her lips together. She was not happy with him leaving her behind and then decided. "Look, let me go in alone; Gina would uh, probably be more willing to tell me what's going on. Since she'll recognize me from the picture, okay?"

"Fine, maybe I could wait while you go inside to find Gina and you can let me in that way," Catherine suggested while putting on her jacket to follow him to the door. She knew Vincent had a point if she would have gone to the Club and flashed her badge, and her reason for being there would only cause more suspicion.

"Okay, Come on." Vincent took her hand and exited the houseboat together.

Gabe had hoped that using JT hacking skills would finally pinpoint Catherine's location; so he can get her away from Vincent. To finish whatever mission that Reynolds assigned him to. Luckily he finally convinced him to help him to give him more whereabouts to where Catherine was. He was a bit surprised to know about Reynolds's location for Vincent, but it would make some sense to be hiding in plain sight.

By the time Gabe had arrived at the houseboat, Vincent and Catherine were excited to head towards her car, which was parked by one of the docks. He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, trying to figure out his next move. Then it hits him, he'll follow and see where they go. By that time he can separate them both.

"Okay, here's the plan, you go inside and get Gina to secure a spot like the VIP room and come get me. That way I can offer her my police protection." Catherine told him before he started to leave and place her hand on his arm.

"Hey, don't forget to wait for a few minutes before coming inside, and then I'll come to get you." Vincent gave her a quick kiss, knowing that he could hear her heartbeat. He stepped inside after showing the bouncer the fake doctor's ID that he found in the pocket of the coat. The loud thumping music was deafening to his ears, people screaming at each other to be heard along with laughter, hooting, yelling, and swearing was driving his senses crazy. Strobe lights pulsing with the music's rhythm that blasted through the black speakers sat on stage from inside. The Bar was at the far end, a seating area with small round tables and stools up against the wall. And a crowd of people dancing on the floor. There was a group of girls by one of the tables gossiping, and some were trying to make eye contact with attractive guys. One particular girl had laid her eyes on him, and from what he could tell, it was the same one that he was messaging. He approached her, making sure before introducing himself. "Gina? Braunstein MD."

"Nice to meet you in person, doctor." Gina greeted him with a smile and continued to check him out.

"Oh, please, just call me uh, Derek," Vincent responded loudly, almost forgetting the cover name given to him earlier that evening.

"Derek, uh, these are my friends." Gina introduced him to her female colleagues that were the same age as her.

"Hey."

"This is Derek, the doctor." Gina introduced Vincent to her friends, who also focused on him, but he didn't seem too interested in her or her friends, the way he kept looking over his shoulder.

"Hey, do you want to go somewhere we can actually hear each other talk?" Vincent boasted his suggestion over top of the loud music playing. He needed to get her in a quieter spot to keep an eye on her and let Catherine inside. So they both could figure out what the hell was going on. Watching Gina as she nodded her head in agreement, then took his hand and started leaning downstairs.

Catherine waited for Vincent to enter the club and stood in line to get in. Hoping he could sense her heartbeat over the top of the music that was blasting throughout the club. She remembered the last time she was at an underground club like this one; after worrying sick, something had happened to Heather, and she tried to pretend to break it off with Vincent. The same night he wanted to leave after killing Joe's brother, but she wouldn't let him. She was so much in love with him as he was with her and that first kiss he gave was passionately and sensually. She couldn't wait for him to make love to her, and that was amazing.

"Catherine?"

"Gabe, what are you doing here?" Catherine asked, turning around and seeing him approach her, not understanding why he was here and why. How could he have known where to find them?

"I was just about to ask you the same question."

"I uh, I'm helping Vincent trying to figure out what his next mission is," Catherine told him while glancing at the entrance to the club. "He's inside trying to find Gina Garolo.…"

"Did you know he went to Rykers posing as a Dr. Braunstein?" He asked her.

"Eventually, why?"

"Catherine, he killed Carlos," Gabe answered in a serious tone while pulling out his phone and showing her the information he got from Rykers. "Earlier tonight, a sniper shot some sort of seizure-inducing medication into Carlos's cell."

"Who was a drug kingpin?" Catherine remarked, defending him, knowing Vincent would only kill awful people while saving someone.

"How do you know that Vincent didn't go to Rikers to get his marching orders?" Gabe forewarned her.

"So, you think that Vincent is Carlos's hired assassin now?" Catherine argued; she couldn't believe Gabe would suggest that. Knowing Vincent for as long as she did, he wasn't that type of person. He never wanted to hurt anyone, especially innocent people.

"Look, Muirfield weaponized people, and they didn't do it for humanitarian reasons; they did it for money, Catherine. Like I told you before, he is clearly more dangerous than before. Especially when he can't remember what he did." He reminded her, hoping to change her point of view and believe him.

"He's not here to kill Gina, Gabe," Catherine informed him before getting a doubtful expression from him.

"You don't know that. All I'm just saying is we're supposed to be working together." Gabe suggested seeing the suspicious look on her face while the line moved up a little. "let's just go in there and make sure nobody gets hurt, including Gina."

"Alright," Catherine agreed as she didn't really want to be siding with Gabe right now, not after the comment he made this morning in wanting to capture Vincent. Before she could flash her badge to get inside, Gabe had his out showing the guard and took her hand as they both entered.

"It's a perfect place to kill someone. You can't hear yourself think." Gabe yelled over the loud 'Techno' music playing inside as they headed deeper inside, trying to pass by all the laughing and partying people.

"You really aren't suggesting that he's going to kill her here, are you?" Catherine asked with a skeptical tone, her eyebrows drawn together in the middle of her forehead. He was going back to his old ways of putting the blame on her boyfriend like the year before with the carriage driver.

"Why else would he be here, Catherine?"

"Maybe to protect her." She retorted the answer. She needed to find Vincent; hopefully, he wasn't planning on killing her here and at her birthday party.

"Protect her from what?"

"I don't know," Catherine shook her, trying to make sense of everything that was happening tonight. Vincent had left JT's to head over to Rykers; whatever had happened, it was within that time frame, and she must have interrupted it; that's why he kidnapped her. Her heart was beating wildly uncomfortable around Gabe, wondering where the hell was Vincent. "We should split up."

"No, you already tried this alone, and you ended up kidnapped, so."

"Gabe, I'll be fine. Go see if anyone may look suspicious to you, and I'll look for Gina." Catherine ordered him as she saw the reluctant look on his face before he disappeared in the crowd. Her heart started racing again, thinking about what Gabe had accused Vincent of doing and hoping it wasn't true. She wanted to find him before Gabe did and warn him.

"Are you okay?" Vincent heard Gina asking to get his attention, but he was too distracted by that familiar 'lub dub lub lub dub' of her heart and knew that it was his cue to meet Catherine upstairs. "Uh, do you know what? Could you just wait right here? I'll be back in, in one second, okay? Don't move." he informed Gina while leaving the room and headed upstairs towards the back of the club. He wasn't aware of the time as he pushed his way in the crowd while getting closer to her. It took him a few moments before he finally saw her standing there looking a bit perplexed. Her heart continued 'thud thud' louder and more rapidly this time. He knew something was either bothering her or she was nervous, confused after looking at the time on his watch from the original plan. "Hey, I thought you were going to meet me upfront in a few minutes."

"Vincent, I know you did at Rykers; you killed Carlos Hernandez," Catherine mentioned to him while approaching.

"Sorry?"

"I'm trying to stop you from killing her." She told him, remembering what Gabe told her a few moments ago. About Muirfield weaponizing people, and someone kidnapped Vincent, turning him into a killing machine. She was aware of his not being able to remember anything, but she couldn't take any chances. So she continued. "You can't do this."

"What?" Vincent looked at his girlfriend, forehead furrowed. He didn't think he heard her right. What the hell was going on with her? They already discussed this before leaving the houseboat, and now.

"I thought we talked about this, and I'm not here to.…" Vincent explained before hearing the shriek of a woman and went to investigate and followed the scream.

To Be continued…

Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay in updating this story, but besides RL calling. It's kind of hard right now for me to concentrate with a construction crew next door from my apartment, building another complex.