Wow, I'm sorry for not posting this sooner, I just got it done myself, My muse seemed to have had packed her bags on friday and barely returned. So here it is, the first half of the fourth ep. Which I have to say was spankin good! omg. I'm anxiously waiting for next week.. But without further ado...

Disclaimer: CW owns it all. I only wish I could co-write, then again it wouldn't be featured on CW, more like HBO. *winks*

CPOV.

"Ow." she felt the branches scratch at her legs and ankles. She did a little hop, over to the side as she pushed away the branches that were at eye level.

Stupid game, she felt a bit of resentment at her father for skipping every baseball game she asked him to join with her, and every single time he had said "he had a business meeting." Of course being little, you didn't think about the fact that you had business meetings that happened before every baseball game, but she'd just shrug her shoulders and said "okay daddy!"

Her gaze landed on the ball not too far away, she felt her knees shake as she took a step forward, remembering the woods, the men and most of all her mother.

"Did you choke up on the back?" said a voice she'd had to memorize during the earlier weeks.

"Vincent!" she looked at him and put her hand over her heart as he stepped closer to her, amused at her shocked state. "Stop doing that…anyway, you shouldn't be here, the entire precinct is-"

He ignored the fact that she was worried about him. "I just found a kid beaten unconscious in dumpster."

Catherine eyes widen. "Where?"

"Ave D and 2nd." he said.

"Did you see anyone? Or find any evidence that might help?" she asked him.. Hoping there was something at the dumpster that could point her in the right direction.

He nodded a no "I just got him to the ER as fast as I could.."

Catherine ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "okay, I'll do a follow-up, see if it's even something to work on, on our division.."

Vincent nodded. "okay.. just uh let me know if I can… do anything." he finished.

Catherine gave him a small smile, when across the baseball field Joe's voice rang out.

"Chandler! Ball fell in the Hudson!?"

Catherine groaned. "no, uh.. I'm just peeing!"

Vincent stifled a laugh, winking at her and motioning at her to give him the ball.

She threw it to him, then with incredible speed he threw it like it was nothing, the ball landed securely in Joe's glove.

Vincent took a moment before he said his "I'll see you laters" and gave Cat a quick kiss on the mouth.

She in turn, gave him a huge smile before walking away to join the baseball game, no... practice.

Back at the precinct, Tess walked along-side Cat and asked "so who found the vic?"

Catherine shrugged her shoulders. "A good sam called it in.." Tess looked surprised. "really? No ID on the Good Samaritan?" she asked.

"not on the good sam, but I called the hospital, they're sending us an email on the victim's charts."

"ooh fine, but you're not getting out of the game.." Tess gave her the look and walked off. Catherine sighed again.

"Tommy Holt, Age 19. " Catherine searched the database as Tess went over the kid's wallet.

"no phone… money's in the wallet so this wasn't a robbery.." After a moment something had piqued Tess's interest, a picture of a girl in a red jacket.

Catherine looked over the victim's chart. Evan leaning in to help her decode the medical terminology, Catherine called jargon.

The results came back with possible abuse from someone, either the Tommy's parents or the cause of bullying in school.

~000~

"I just wish he would wake up." Tommy's father eyes conveyed hope and most of all fear for his son's life, Catherine knew he was a good father so she mentally checked him off the bad person's list in her head, that left the girl in the picture however..

"Great, Chandler head to the victim's apartment, Vargas, the morgue" Joe said adding another spoonful of strawberries and cream Tess made.. Actually Joe snatched it from the refrigerator because he didn't bring lunch today, making sure to throw away the plastic lid that read 'Tess' in pretty cursive writing, on it too.

"Why are you splitting us up?" said Tess, regarding Joe with a raised eyebrow.

"Divide and Conquer! That way you could wake up.. for an early morning practice."

Both Joe and Tess smiled as Catherine scoffed.

VPOV.

Meanwhile…

Vincent bent down to pull out some gloves behind ziplock bags full of doctor stuff he uses. While JT stared at him from across the table, pen in mid-air.

"I'm not even going to ask.." JT murmured putting the red pens cap in his mouth and chewing on it as he went back to grading his students biochemistry paper.

"I just found a half dead kid beaten in the dumpster.." replied Vincent, like it would answer his question.

"so what.. You're going to operate on him?"

Vincent scoffed. "no, he's at the hospital already, Catherine just asked if there was any evidence on the scene.."

JT shook his head, Vincent didn't have to see him to know that he didn't approve, he could smell displeasure, it was a slight tangy smell like strong oranges.. He felt like he should defend himself so he muttered out "I'm just helping out okay?" he stood up.

"you know for once JT, I almost feel human.. normal.." he added.

"okay I have to stop you there.. Normal.. normal?!" he spat. "You think you can put on a pair of rubber gloves and head off to work for the day?" "she might have you feeling almost normal.. almost human even big guy but Muirfield doesn't agree.. they will never stop hunting you down."

Vincent mimicked JT on the last part. He felt so fed up with Muirfield and his goons..

Hell, let them come. The beast cracked an eye open, cracking its knuckles. Vincent's own fingers twitched.

"Yeah I got it, you're going to give yourself an ulcer." Vincent groaned walking off the dumpster to find any evidence that might help Cat.

~000~

CPOV.

Catherine stopped in front of the victim's apartment, stepping out of the SUV and making her way to the double doors when a Tahoe slowed to a stop right beside her, tinted windows rolled down to show Muirfield's men's and those lurking at the apartment entrance to step out. Gun in hand she aimed it at one of the agents before it got kicked out of her palm as it skidded across the pavement, swearing in a whisper Catherine elbowed the one who kicked the gun out of her grasp and slammed his jaw with her elbow, pushing him to the Tahoe and slammed his face too, turning to the more heavy man, she roundhouse kicked him in the chest, swift kicking him hard for a good measure, turning to the third one, she punched him in the face, blinding him while she added another punch to his sternum and a swift kick to his shin, he didn't last long and went down too.

Another of his men recovered and thrown her to the ground hard, the little air she had in her lungs whooshed out and she was left gasping for breath and disoriented.

They all but threw her in the vehicle, Cat struggled against the handcuffs, another smirked beside her, she glared at him as he tended to his busted lip, it almost brought a smile to her face at the fact that she hurt the asshole a bit.. before they shrugged on a black cloth bag over her head that is.

Someone pushed her into a chair, the blindfold came off, coming face to face with the guy she saw at the dead ballerina rooftop's case.

"kidnapping.." she said, and turned to spit out blood that seeped in her mouth from the hit she received earlier.. "imprisonment of an officer.." she spat.

"kind of pushes the patriotic act to the limit doesn't it?" she said harshly as the man stepped in close, taking her face in between his thumb and index, squeezing her jaw.

She moved away, her whole body shifting in the little chair to get away from him as much as possible.

"don't fucking touch me." she said harshly.

The guy smirked at her, he walked back to the chair in front of her, sitting down, a mere feet away from her.

"I apologize for the physicality.." he said silkily and in more serious tone "but I knew you wouldn't be a willing participant." he added.. "I had to take.. measures" he said slowly.

"Like I'd be talking to you." she spit on his shoe.

Which earned her a slap, she hardly winced.

"where is he?" he said menacingly.

"like I'd tell you." she murmured again.

"I just knew it." he whispered a smile to his face as he watched her.

He smirked at her again and with a snap of his fingers, another one of his men came out with his knuckles wrapped around with white cloth. Catherine mentally prepared herself for the onslaught and pain, keeping her expressions blank and only coughed as the first punch came to her abdomen, a bit of blood dribbled down her shirt and caught itself between her breasts.

"Things are going to be much more painful for you, if you don't talk Catherine..make this easier for both of us..you think I like hurting one of our best colleague's daughter?" His lips quirked up as he turned towards her, and almost rubbing his hands together at the sight of her shocked face.

He pulled out a picture for good measure and showed it to her.

"no, you lie." she whispered.

He signaled for his men to add another hit, he saw he saw her doubling over with pain, while she recovered he spoke.

"I never lie, she was in fact, our greatest asset. Believe it or not. Unfortunately she found out about Vincent and our Muirfield project the night she was killed…obviously those were the circumstances, when she tried to rat us out.." he said calmly as Catherine glared at him between her curtain of hair.

"You have to believe me kitty cat, I'm not the bad guy here..I'm trying to protect the citizens of this city.." he bent down to her level, brushing away the fallen strands of hair from her face.

"he is dangerous… a hazard to us, one that should have never existed…" he spoke softly, all while he showed her pictures of his destruction.

Catherine eyes widen and almost filled with tears but she held them back at the sight of the mangled male body behind the bar.

No, this wasn't Vincent's doing…

"they're mad.. unstable.." he murmured leaning close to her ear as she watched the slide show filled with gruesome pictures in front of her.

"Vincent is very unstable with me in him."

"he's a monster!" he yelled out breaking Catherine from the trance. "Your people sent him off to war to be killing machine.." she whispered right in his face.

"I can see that I'm not getting through to you..how about we make a deal.. You give me information on Vincent, and I will tell everything about your mother." he smiled at the sight of Catherine's far away look.

~xXx~

Catherine managed to drive home, hell make it out alive in one piece. She fingered the card on her jacket pocket and crushed it in her fist, leaving it next to the flower-pot on her dining room table when she heard a rustling sound coming from her room again. Giving the previous hour, thinking it might be Muirfield again, she pulled out her gun, wincing at the pain in her ribs and aimed the gun at an empty room with an opened window.

Vincent.

"what are you doing here?: she whispered out stepping closer to him.

"You asked if there was any evidence." he mumbled out, weary of her sharp tone.

"get inside hurry." she pulled at his jacket..

He looked around her second confused. "why what happened?" he asked.

He stepped inside as she closed and locked the window, pulling down the blinds too.

"Muirfield grabbed me.."

What?" he said.

"they pulled me into a car, took me to an abandoned building and asked me to give you up…" when she turned to look at him his eyes were glowing yellow and he was shaking.

"its okay, I'm fine they didn't hurt me.." she reassured him, he leaned in closer and sniffed at her, she was sure he could smell the blood and sure enough he was at her shirt, ripping off the first three buttons and exposing the top part of her bra.

"oh geez.. Vincent.. I said I'm fine.." she really hoped he didn't take off her shirt or he would be in for it.

He growled at her, and leaned in, head between the valley of her breasts, he licked at the place where the scent of blood was the strongest.

After he regained himself he spoke. "you don't seem fine.."

Catherine slowly put her gun back in its holster trying not to wince. She changed the subject.

"they know you're alive, they wanted information on your whereabouts..I obviously didn't say anything.. That was it."

"and they just let you go?" he asked.

Catherine nodded slowly..

"I made sure I wasn't being followed but still, you should go."

"I'm not going." he protested. "you just got napped because of me." he said softly.

"its my fault too okay?.. Look, I know you want to protect me, but you know as well as I do. no you know better than I do, that the best way to protect me is to stay away.."

The hurt on his face was unbearable for Catherine when his eyes flashed yellow for a second before going back to dark brown again. She watched him nod like he understood.

"uh, I came here because I found a watch, next to the dumpster, the cops they have it now.. I thought you should know." he said tonelessly.

"tommy." she whispered. "you saved tommy.. His dad mentioned a watch…"

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. She nodded and motioned him to leave. "thank you, you helped me find whoever it was that assaulted him."

When she turned back to look at him. He was gone.

Next chapter (hopefully) will be posted on Tues. And as always thank you for you reviews and followers.. all that good stuff. I'm off to bed. It's midnight. *waves*