Authors note: hello everyone. Just wanted to let you know this is my first Cold Case fanfic, so go easy on me. I'm mainly writing this in my down time of from my main fics, so if I don't update quick enough, sorry. Also, just to forewarn you, some of the songs I've selected may not have been at the exact time of the story events but it's not such a huge distraction that it will cause any strife (there mainly just songs that haven't been released till a few months later). Anyway, enjoy.


The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.

July 17th, 1972

("American Pie" by Don McLean)

As she nervously followed the crowd through the terminal, her mind began to race with so many questions. I wonder what he'll be like? What will America be like? What will my home be like? Are people in America as nice as they seem?

Stepping out into the bustling airport, she squeezed on the handle her small bag, nerves already starting to set in as she exited into the main entrance of the airport.

Digging into her side pocket, she pulled out the picture that he sent her, head slowly spinning as she searched through the large crowd.

Walking forward, she continued to look for him, now becoming even more nervous then before. Looking down at the picture again, she turned herself around, still trying to find this man, still scanning through the hordes of people. Where is he? She thought.

In the midst of the crowd, she spotted someone holding a sign, her name scrawled in pretty poor Chinese writing. With one last glance at the photo, she knew at once it must be him.

Stuffing the photo back into her skirt pocket, she began to walk forward.

He was a bit shorter then her, and a kind of on the pudgy side. He also seemed older in person, with his brown hair already starting to thin in the front and skin beginning to go soft on him. But he had a very kind face; bright blue eyes twinkling like jewels and a shaky smile spreading on his face as she approached. In all, he wasn't so bad.

She on the other hand was even more beautiful then in her picture. Tall, statuesque figure, long flowing black hair, porcelain skin, pale pink lips, a rounded pretty face, she was everything a man could ask for and more.

"Hi" he said "Wei Jin?"

She nodded "yes" she said, "That's me".

"Hi" the man said "I'm Jerry"

"Its nice to meet you". She had been practicing her English for months now, her entire savings spent on night classes at a local school. She was still shaky in some parts but she at least had gotten the basics down, so it wouldn't be too much of a struggle for her.

"Nice to meet you as well" he replied, taking her hand in his "I hope you had a good flight".

"Yes" she said, "it was nice. Thank you".

"Was it your first time on one?" he asked.

She nodded "but it was better then I expected". He nodded, his lips quivering slightly, free hand whiping his face.

"Uh" he bent down, picking up a bushel of bright flowers "I got these for you. I wasn't sure which ones you'd like, so I got a bunch just be sure. If you don't like them-"

"No no" she said, taking them from him "that's all right. Really, there just fine" a few of them were starting to rot but there were still very pretty and they did have a really nice scent to them.

"Thank you" she said.

"I'm glad you like them" he said. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them, both at a lost as to what they should do now.

"Well" Jerry finally said, "We should get going. Do you want me to get that for you?" he indicated to her bag

"No, its okay" she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Really, its all right" she said "there really is nothing much in here, just a few clothes and a couple of my things".

"Okay, if you're sure" he said "cause its really not to much of a problem-".

"Really, its not that big of a burden" she said.

He laughed "I'm sorry if I seem so desperate. I just want to make sure your happy".

"Please" she said, taking his hand again "what you've done for me is something I will always be grateful for".

He gave her a beaming smile "anything for a woman as beautiful as you".

She smiled back "your too kind". Once again, the silence happened, both once more at a lost for words.

"Well" Jerry said finally "shall we?"

"Yes, please" she said.

As they began to walk towards the exit, Wei turned to him "so, I have a question".

"What?" he asked.

"America" she replied "is it really as great as everyone says?"

He shrugged "maybe not as other say" he paused for a moment "but it sure does have its moments".

And with that said, the doors opened and Wei took her first steps into this unfamiliar world.


It was night out and on the lawn of residence 213, Wei's body laid sprawled across the green grass. Blood was seeping from a large wound on her head, covering her face, hair soaked with the liquid, and large blue and black marks covered her whole body.

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The cop finished his writing, placing the last file into the box, before hauling it up and taking it into the storage room.

Finding a spot, the box labeled "Doniphan, W. Oct 1972" was slid into an empty compartment.


Present Day

Scotty Valens and Lily Rush exited out from the elevator, not having to walk to far down the hall to discover the crime scene.

Flashing their badges at the officers at the door, they stepped over the yellow marker and into the apartment.

"Ah, there you two are" John Stillman said as he walked over.

"Hey boss" Lily said, "what's up?"

"Standard homicide" he replied, just as a body bag rolled out from one of the rooms. Halting the guy, he unzipped the bag; revealing a woman in her sixties, skin pasty white and bruises on her neck.

"Strangulation?" Scotty asked.

"Not quite" John said, "It was the bullet who did her in".

"Who is she?" Lily asked.

"Marla Kipper" he said "found dead in her apartment about one hour ago after a resident from down the hall reported of a domestic disturbance, said she heard two people going at it for about two minutes or so, said it started to get pretty heated".

"Man or woman?" she asked.

"Neighbor couldn't tell" John replied "bad hearing aid".

"How helpful" Scotty remarked.

"By the time police arrived, same neighbor then reported she heard a gun go off only a few minutes after her initial call. Bad hearing aid or not, she was dead sure on what she heard".

"So then our victim must have fought back" Scotty said "and when that happened, perp must have gotten tired of doing it the old fashion way and decided to make it a bit shorter then expected".

"But why call us here?" Lily asked.

"Real reason I called was because of this" from his pocket, he pulled out something and handed it to her "it was found in her room".

It was a picture of a very pretty Asian woman, dressed in a simple outfit against a very fake woodland background.

"Look what's on the back" John said.

Flipping it over, there was indeed something there, writing to be exact, written in a deep black marker.

"I know what you did to her" she started reading, "I'm going to tell. You can't stop me".

"Seems like she never got her chance though," Scotty said.

"Cold job?" she asked, holding up the picture.

"Murder victim back in 72" John said "name was Wei Doniphan, found on her house lawn the morning of October fourth, bludgeoned to death by a large blunt object. Time of the attack was estimated to happen around one or two o'clock, however since most people are asleep at that hour, no witnesses to call forth. And with no murder weapon, no motive, case goes south from there".

"And what's the connection between our victim and her?" Scotty asked.

"Seemed Marla lived in the same neighborhood at the time Wei was murdered" John said, "been there for almost ten years with her then husband and kid before she showed up, moved out a few months after she was killed".

"So after thirty six years" Lily said "she finds out who killed our victim and then informs our guy he doesn't have long before the police show up at his door".

"Except that wasn't going to happen," Scotty said, "so he comes here and kills her off before she gets the chance to spill his little secret".

"Question is" John said "who?"