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 POSSIBLE 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 9
The next morning, Vincent opened his eyes and realized the bed beside him was
empty. He frowned and felt the sheets. They were cold to the touch. He frowned
again. Catherine had fallen asleep beside him last night. When had she left the
bed? More importantly....why hadn't he felt her leave?
Vincent got out of bed, and threw on his sweats. He heard no sounds or
movement coming from the apartment. He made his way out to the living room. A
sheet of paper on the coffee table caught his attention. Picking it up, he
read:
Vincent,
Sorry, but I got called into work early this morning. Double homicide on the
Upper East Side. Not sure when I'll be back home.
Catherine
He set the note down and sighed. As much as Catherine loved her job, Vincent
hated it. He was never comfortable with her out there, always in danger.
Sometimes he wished he had the ability to scale the rooftops, just so he could
follow her and keep her from harm. He laughed to himself. Right, and maybe
someday he'll turn into a half man/half beast to accomplice that!
The solitude in the apartment gave Vincent time to think. He sighed again. He
wasn't being totally honest with Catherine. He could remember more about
their wedding night than he led her to believe. He had been getting flashes of
memory here and there, and he was finally starting to put the pieces together.
He closed his eyes, and let his mind drift......
"Wow! This place is loud!" Catherine shouted at him, above the music. They
were at The Warehouse, a club that was on the outskirts of town, in an old
abandoned warehouse, hence the name. Vincent nodded and led her toward the bar,
where a dozen other patrons sat, drinking varying degrees of alcoholic beverages.
When they got up to the bar, Vincent ordered 2 shots of Tequila, and asked
for the bottle. Heather, the bartender, gave him his order, batting her lashes
at him, and bent over the bar, showing off her cleavage. Vincent just tossed
down some money, and thanked her. Heather pouted, and flounced off toward
another customer who had hollered her name.
"She likes you," Catherine observed, her voice sounding a bit sad.
"Not my type. Too bold. I like a woman who doesn't realize just how beautiful
she really is," he returned, his eyes staring into hers. Catherine blushed and
looked down, making Vincent chuckle. "You're pretty when you blush like that, ya
know."
After living with Catherine for the last 6 years, he had decided that he was
finally going to tell her how he felt about her. He had a feeling she shared
those feelings, but for whatever reason, had never voiced them. Tonight was not
just about his job. He had also decided that tonight, he would tell her he was
in love with her.
He set her shot glass in front of her. "Drink up! This is a celebration!" he
shouted above the music. She tossed back her drink, and her eyes went wide. She
coughed and sputtered.
"Holy shit! That's strong stuff," Catherine wheezed out. Vincent chuckled,
and knocked his back without blinking. He saw her lips move, but couldn't figure
out what she said.
"What was that?" he asked her, a grin on his face. She glared at him.
"I said, you are a show off, Mr Keller!"
"Hey! That's DR Keller, lady!"
"She rolled her eyes. "Whatever! Give me another one," she said, holding out
the glass. He laughed and filled it up again. This time, she swallowed it
without coughing.
"Impressive!" he told her, winking at her.....
Vincent opened his eyes when he heard the front door being unlocked. He
quickly got off the couch and raced for his room. He stepped out when he heard
the door swing open. Vincent faked a yawn, and scratched his chest for the hell
of it.
"Hey, beautiful! Getting tired of me already?" he asked, swaggering into the
kitchen, where Catherine was just setting down her keys. She turned toward him,
and he immediately raced toward her, his ruse forgotten. "Catherine, what
happened?" he said, reaching his hand toward her forehead. It was black and
blue, and had a nasty knot forming. She flinched, and pulled away.
Vincent stepped toward the freezer, and withdrew an icepack. Wrapping it in a
tea towel, he placed it gently against her injury. She flinched again, then
sighed as the cold penetrated through. She made her way into the living room,
and sat down. Vincent sat beside her, waiting. Finally, she looked over at him,
a wry look on her face.
"Never try to chase a suspect when you've only had 4 hours of sleep. Curbs
don't like you very much then," she said, dropping her gaze to the floor.
Even though he shouldn't have, Vincent laughed. "The mean ol' curb reached
out and bit you, did it?"
"Shut up! It hurts when you land on cement!"
Sighing, he pulled her against him. She settled against his chest, a
contented sigh escaping her lips. He carefully stroked her hair, avoiding her
forehead. "I'm sorry," he said, kissing her hair. "Are you alright otherwise? No
other bruises anywhere?"
"Just my pride. At least Tess got a good laugh." Tess was her partner at the
station. They had graduated the academy together, and had been bosom buddies
ever since.
"Come on, my queen. It's off to bed with you. Some rest will do you good."
With that, he lifted her into his arms, and carried her toward her room. He
deposited her gently on the bed and kissed her cheek. She sighed and curled up
on the bed. Moments later, he heard her breathing deepen. Shaking his head, he
closed her door gently, and headed back into the living room.
Maybe there is a syrum I can take so I can always be there to protect
her.....
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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 POSSIBLE 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 9
The next morning, Vincent opened his eyes and realized the bed beside him was
empty. He frowned and felt the sheets. They were cold to the touch. He frowned
again. Catherine had fallen asleep beside him last night. When had she left the
bed? More importantly....why hadn't he felt her leave?
Vincent got out of bed, and threw on his sweats. He heard no sounds or
movement coming from the apartment. He made his way out to the living room. A
sheet of paper on the coffee table caught his attention. Picking it up, he
read:
Vincent,
Sorry, but I got called into work early this morning. Double homicide on the
Upper East Side. Not sure when I'll be back home.
Catherine
He set the note down and sighed. As much as Catherine loved her job, Vincent
hated it. He was never comfortable with her out there, always in danger.
Sometimes he wished he had the ability to scale the rooftops, just so he could
follow her and keep her from harm. He laughed to himself. Right, and maybe
someday he'll turn into a half man/half beast to accomplice that!
The solitude in the apartment gave Vincent time to think. He sighed again. He
wasn't being totally honest with Catherine. He could remember more about
their wedding night than he led her to believe. He had been getting flashes of
memory here and there, and he was finally starting to put the pieces together.
He closed his eyes, and let his mind drift......
"Wow! This place is loud!" Catherine shouted at him, above the music. They
were at The Warehouse, a club that was on the outskirts of town, in an old
abandoned warehouse, hence the name. Vincent nodded and led her toward the bar,
where a dozen other patrons sat, drinking varying degrees of alcoholic beverages.
When they got up to the bar, Vincent ordered 2 shots of Tequila, and asked
for the bottle. Heather, the bartender, gave him his order, batting her lashes
at him, and bent over the bar, showing off her cleavage. Vincent just tossed
down some money, and thanked her. Heather pouted, and flounced off toward
another customer who had hollered her name.
"She likes you," Catherine observed, her voice sounding a bit sad.
"Not my type. Too bold. I like a woman who doesn't realize just how beautiful
she really is," he returned, his eyes staring into hers. Catherine blushed and
looked down, making Vincent chuckle. "You're pretty when you blush like that, ya
know."
After living with Catherine for the last 6 years, he had decided that he was
finally going to tell her how he felt about her. He had a feeling she shared
those feelings, but for whatever reason, had never voiced them. Tonight was not
just about his job. He had also decided that tonight, he would tell her he was
in love with her.
He set her shot glass in front of her. "Drink up! This is a celebration!" he
shouted above the music. She tossed back her drink, and her eyes went wide. She
coughed and sputtered.
"Holy shit! That's strong stuff," Catherine wheezed out. Vincent chuckled,
and knocked his back without blinking. He saw her lips move, but couldn't figure
out what she said.
"What was that?" he asked her, a grin on his face. She glared at him.
"I said, you are a show off, Mr Keller!"
"Hey! That's DR Keller, lady!"
"She rolled her eyes. "Whatever! Give me another one," she said, holding out
the glass. He laughed and filled it up again. This time, she swallowed it
without coughing.
"Impressive!" he told her, winking at her.....
Vincent opened his eyes when he heard the front door being unlocked. He
quickly got off the couch and raced for his room. He stepped out when he heard
the door swing open. Vincent faked a yawn, and scratched his chest for the hell
of it.
"Hey, beautiful! Getting tired of me already?" he asked, swaggering into the
kitchen, where Catherine was just setting down her keys. She turned toward him,
and he immediately raced toward her, his ruse forgotten. "Catherine, what
happened?" he said, reaching his hand toward her forehead. It was black and
blue, and had a nasty knot forming. She flinched, and pulled away.
Vincent stepped toward the freezer, and withdrew an icepack. Wrapping it in a
tea towel, he placed it gently against her injury. She flinched again, then
sighed as the cold penetrated through. She made her way into the living room,
and sat down. Vincent sat beside her, waiting. Finally, she looked over at him,
a wry look on her face.
"Never try to chase a suspect when you've only had 4 hours of sleep. Curbs
don't like you very much then," she said, dropping her gaze to the floor.
Even though he shouldn't have, Vincent laughed. "The mean ol' curb reached
out and bit you, did it?"
"Shut up! It hurts when you land on cement!"
Sighing, he pulled her against him. She settled against his chest, a
contented sigh escaping her lips. He carefully stroked her hair, avoiding her
forehead. "I'm sorry," he said, kissing her hair. "Are you alright otherwise? No
other bruises anywhere?"
"Just my pride. At least Tess got a good laugh." Tess was her partner at the
station. They had graduated the academy together, and had been bosom buddies
ever since.
"Come on, my queen. It's off to bed with you. Some rest will do you good."
With that, he lifted her into his arms, and carried her toward her room. He
deposited her gently on the bed and kissed her cheek. She sighed and curled up
on the bed. Moments later, he heard her breathing deepen. Shaking his head, he
closed her door gently, and headed back into the living room.
Maybe there is a syrum I can take so I can always be there to protect
her.....
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