Accidentally Wedded
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 18
It was mid May, and "The Scourge of New York City," as he was now being
called, had yet to be caught. And now, the robberies had escalated. Now, he was
breaking into peoples homes when they were inside. At last count, he was up to
75 houses and had put 6 people into the hospital. Vincent's concern for
Catherine blew up exponentially.
"This asshole is fucking dangerous! He is taunting all of you now, just
waiting for one of you to get in his way," he told her one night at home, after
they had gone to bed. Vincent held Catherine tightly against him, and she
snuggled into his chest.
She sighed and brushed her nose against his chest. "I'm being careful,
Vincent. I promise you, I am. Don't worry so much."
"Of course I'm gonna worry about you! Catherine, you are one kick ass cop,
but even you can get caught unawares."
She sighed again. "I told you before. Tess is always watching my back, and I
am not taking unnecessary risks. I am being much more careful than ever
before."
Vincent kissed her hair. "I couldn't live with myself if I lost you,
Catherine."
"You won't lose me, Vincent. I'm right here. Always."
"I hope you mean that, Catherine. I really hope you mean that."
She kissed his lips. "I'm not going anywhere," she told him, a smile on her
face.
Vincent smiled and pulled her in for another kiss. Before long, things
started getting heated. Clothing was discarded and Vincent slid inside
Catherine's warmth, finding her already wet and wanting.
He thrust slowly, causing Catherine to whimper. She gripped his ass, her
nails digging into his flesh. "Faster," she begged him. He smirked, and picked
up the pace. "Yes....yes......Ohhhhhhh," Catherine panted out. He felt her walls
tighten as she reached an orgasm. He moved faster, and Catherine moved with him.
He groaned as he hit his orgasm, and felt Catherine's walls tighten at the same
time. Panting, Vincent looked down at the beautiful woman he was in love with.
His heart swelled.
He made a decision then and there. He was finally ready to tell her how much
he loved her. He would make her dinner, with candles and everything. He would
surprise her with flowers. He smiled down at Catherine.
This will be the biggest surprise of her life.....
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Catherine smiled to herself, as she took in her handiwork. She still had a
couple more pieces of furniture to get, but for all intent and purposes, her old
room was fully redecorated. She clapped her hands together, squealing
gleefully.
She had made a decision. She was finally ready to tell Vincent how much she
was in love with him. Her plan was to make him dinner, and then show him her old
bedroom.
This will be the biggest surprise of his life.........
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A few days later, Vincent came home early from work. All day, he'd been
having a weird feeling. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like something was
going on with Catherine. He called her name, but was greeted with silence.
He looked around the apartment, and sighed. He knew he needed to tell
Catherine what happened the night they got married. He just wasn't sure if he
should tell her before or after he professed his love to her. Either way,
whatever came first would probably shock the hell out of her.
He was certain that she felt the same as him. But, apparently, she wasn't
willing to voice her feelings either. Maybe he'd been too subtle. Maybe he just
needed.......
He flopped onto the couch, laying his head back. He propped his foot up on
the coffee table. A dull thud reached his ears. Vincent opened his eyes and
looked down.
Damn it. He'd knocked one of Catherine's books off the table with his
shoe. Vincent bent down to retrieve it, when something square near the book
caught his eye. Bookmark. He picked it up, and turned it over......
And stared........
His eyes widened, and he blinked rapidly. What the.....!? He continued
to stare at it, and slowly started to smile. A sudden euphoria began to descend
upon him. He was at a lose for words....
A distant ringing reached his ears. Belatedly, he realized it was his phone.
He grabbed it out of his pocket, answering without looking at the caller
ID.....
"Catherine?" he asked.
"Dr. Keller?" a female voice said on the other end of the line.
Instantly, Vincent went on alert.
"Yes. Who's this?"
"Dr. Keller, this is Nurse Tyler calling from St. Benjamin's. I'm calling
about Catherine Chandler."
Vincent's eyes widened. "What about her?" he asked, fear creeping into his
voice.
"Miss Chandler was just brought in with a gunshot wound. We know she is your
roommate, but we need to get ahold of her next of kin to perform an operation.
Do you have that information?"
Vincent's heart stopped. He clenched the phone in his hand, and felt the
sweat start to drip from his forehead. Distantly, he heard Nurse Tyler repeating
his name. He took a shuddering breath.
"I'm her next of kin," he said, already getting to his feet.
"Sir?" Nurse Tyler said, sounding confused.
"I'm Catherine's husband. Do what you need to do. I'm on my way," he shouted,
racing out the door. Please God!! I can't lose her now. I
CAN'T!!!!!
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
#-----
Chapter 18
It was mid May, and "The Scourge of New York City," as he was now being
called, had yet to be caught. And now, the robberies had escalated. Now, he was
breaking into peoples homes when they were inside. At last count, he was up to
75 houses and had put 6 people into the hospital. Vincent's concern for
Catherine blew up exponentially.
"This asshole is fucking dangerous! He is taunting all of you now, just
waiting for one of you to get in his way," he told her one night at home, after
they had gone to bed. Vincent held Catherine tightly against him, and she
snuggled into his chest.
She sighed and brushed her nose against his chest. "I'm being careful,
Vincent. I promise you, I am. Don't worry so much."
"Of course I'm gonna worry about you! Catherine, you are one kick ass cop,
but even you can get caught unawares."
She sighed again. "I told you before. Tess is always watching my back, and I
am not taking unnecessary risks. I am being much more careful than ever
before."
Vincent kissed her hair. "I couldn't live with myself if I lost you,
Catherine."
"You won't lose me, Vincent. I'm right here. Always."
"I hope you mean that, Catherine. I really hope you mean that."
She kissed his lips. "I'm not going anywhere," she told him, a smile on her
face.
Vincent smiled and pulled her in for another kiss. Before long, things
started getting heated. Clothing was discarded and Vincent slid inside
Catherine's warmth, finding her already wet and wanting.
He thrust slowly, causing Catherine to whimper. She gripped his ass, her
nails digging into his flesh. "Faster," she begged him. He smirked, and picked
up the pace. "Yes....yes......Ohhhhhhh," Catherine panted out. He felt her walls
tighten as she reached an orgasm. He moved faster, and Catherine moved with him.
He groaned as he hit his orgasm, and felt Catherine's walls tighten at the same
time. Panting, Vincent looked down at the beautiful woman he was in love with.
His heart swelled.
He made a decision then and there. He was finally ready to tell her how much
he loved her. He would make her dinner, with candles and everything. He would
surprise her with flowers. He smiled down at Catherine.
This will be the biggest surprise of her life.....
#-----
Catherine smiled to herself, as she took in her handiwork. She still had a
couple more pieces of furniture to get, but for all intent and purposes, her old
room was fully redecorated. She clapped her hands together, squealing
gleefully.
She had made a decision. She was finally ready to tell Vincent how much she
was in love with him. Her plan was to make him dinner, and then show him her old
bedroom.
This will be the biggest surprise of his life.........
#-------
A few days later, Vincent came home early from work. All day, he'd been
having a weird feeling. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like something was
going on with Catherine. He called her name, but was greeted with silence.
He looked around the apartment, and sighed. He knew he needed to tell
Catherine what happened the night they got married. He just wasn't sure if he
should tell her before or after he professed his love to her. Either way,
whatever came first would probably shock the hell out of her.
He was certain that she felt the same as him. But, apparently, she wasn't
willing to voice her feelings either. Maybe he'd been too subtle. Maybe he just
needed.......
He flopped onto the couch, laying his head back. He propped his foot up on
the coffee table. A dull thud reached his ears. Vincent opened his eyes and
looked down.
Damn it. He'd knocked one of Catherine's books off the table with his
shoe. Vincent bent down to retrieve it, when something square near the book
caught his eye. Bookmark. He picked it up, and turned it over......
And stared........
His eyes widened, and he blinked rapidly. What the.....!? He continued
to stare at it, and slowly started to smile. A sudden euphoria began to descend
upon him. He was at a lose for words....
A distant ringing reached his ears. Belatedly, he realized it was his phone.
He grabbed it out of his pocket, answering without looking at the caller
ID.....
"Catherine?" he asked.
"Dr. Keller?" a female voice said on the other end of the line.
Instantly, Vincent went on alert.
"Yes. Who's this?"
"Dr. Keller, this is Nurse Tyler calling from St. Benjamin's. I'm calling
about Catherine Chandler."
Vincent's eyes widened. "What about her?" he asked, fear creeping into his
voice.
"Miss Chandler was just brought in with a gunshot wound. We know she is your
roommate, but we need to get ahold of her next of kin to perform an operation.
Do you have that information?"
Vincent's heart stopped. He clenched the phone in his hand, and felt the
sweat start to drip from his forehead. Distantly, he heard Nurse Tyler repeating
his name. He took a shuddering breath.
"I'm her next of kin," he said, already getting to his feet.
"Sir?" Nurse Tyler said, sounding confused.
"I'm Catherine's husband. Do what you need to do. I'm on my way," he shouted,
racing out the door. Please God!! I can't lose her now. I
CAN'T!!!!!
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