My name is Catherine Chandler, but you'd be best off calling me Detective Chandler. If you need anythin', you can contact me. I'm here to help.
OOC: Independent RP Blog for Beauty And The Beast, the TV show. Mun is of age, and any nsfw content will go under 'read more' and marked appropriately.
FC: Kristin Kreuk.
M!A: None.
Vincent Keller & Catherine Chandler
Beauty and the Beast
“Gabe?” Catherine mumbled, turning herself around in surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t notice you.”
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“So what’s it like being a New York City cop?” Anna asked with a bit of curiosity. “Is it like in the TV shows?”
“I would like to hope it’s nothing like on TV, they can be so bizarre. I’d like to think it’s better than what’s on the television, a lot more work and entertainment. That’s just me though.”
It’s nice to meet you too, Detective. How’s your day going?
My day’s quite decent, I suppose. And how about your own?
Hello, I’m Rachel Zane. And you are?
Detective Chandler, nice to meet you, Rachel Zane.
“Yes, follow me m’lady.” Anna said in her best attempt at a British accent.
“Following,” Cat replied enthusiastically with the nod of her head, and a very big smile.
Her words calmed the panic churning through his subconscious. It had been years since he’d been faced with these warring emotions —these vulnerabilities that he’d chosen to close himself off from. To avoid Muirifield, he’d had to sacrifice more than just his freedom. Human contact had been strictly limited to random strangers he’d save from pending death or often horrific situations that would leave them scarred, convenient store owners who barely paid mind to the face of their customer; concerned only with the profitable exchange, and J.T.
Other circumstances were rare, coincidental encounters that lasted hours at the most. For all of his morals and average appearance, Vincent had not allowed himself to grow close with a woman in ten long years. Catherine was the first since Alex. The only one that had managed to burst through the walls he’d erected around his life.
Swallowing these thoughts, as they only made him far more worrisome over the fate of their friendship, his ears twitched at the sound of her heartbeat. The pace had quickened since he’d appeared, and he knew she was in shape enough to not be winded by a walk. Head absently nodding at her words, he shoved his hands into his coat pockets, averting his own gaze to his feet. Though he had been the one to call her out here, owing both explanation and apology, Vincent had not prepared a speech of any kind.
His words were not practiced, thoughts of words were fleeting in the face of wondering whether or not she’d even afford him the time of day. Seeing that she was here, however, told him that there was room in her heart to forgive him, or at the very least hear him out. Courage gathered, his brows rose and his shoulders lifted, eyes lifting to her own once more. “Look, I…” the sound of an engine drew his attention away for a moment. His forehead creased, was he really going to keep her out in the cold for this? ‘Come on, Vince. Get it together, man.’
“Maybe we should find someplace more…private. This is exactly why J.T gives me grief for leaving the warehouse.” standing out in the open, no matter what the hour was, often spelled trouble and he wasn’t cruising for a bruising this night. Turning, he tipped his head towards the alley way, starting off in to the shadows. “I know a place,” and luckily she was the law, he wasn’t so sure he fancied having to deal with New York’s finest, again. “It’s an old…hangout of mine.” Vincent explained, casting a glance her way. “Just don’t arrest me for breaking and entering.”
A shaky breath passed Catherine’s lips as she looked Vincent over, it’d been the first time she’d seen him in a few weeks. He seemed a little shaken, or probably more so nervous. Even with that thought in her mind, she wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him.
After all that had happened between the two, she had moments where she wished all the things were simply dreams - not real - but it was all too far from a dream. It was real. Yet, here they were, standing mere feet from each other weeks later. What was she even doing? She had no idea.
Finally, Vincent spoke a few words and she blinked, he’d trailed off too quickly for her to catch on. But he began again and saved Catherine from saying anything about it. Directing them towards another path, which was probably a good idea given their situation. “You’re right,” she agreed, now following him closely, her steps heavy at her legs as she continued on.. still wondering and kicking herself over what she’d even say.
“Breaking and entering?” she questioned, “again?” Cat wasn’t sure whether or not it was appropriate to laugh or to scold him.
“Alright, I won’t arrest you,” she allowed a light laugh to pass her lips. “So what’s this old hangout then?” Catherine asked carefully, her eyes falling back in Vincent after she scoped out every corner and shadow as they walked.