Sweet Sixteen
Pairing: Lilly Rush and Scotty Valens
In 1988, 15 year old Kimberly Jackson was brutally murdered on her way home from her best friend's sweet sixteen party. Seventeen years later, her brother and sister demand the Philadelphia Police Department's Cold Case Unit reopen the case and give them closure and justice for Kimberly.
A/N: This is my first Cold Case Fan Fiction story. Please be gentle with me. I have experience with CSI and CSI: Miami fiction. Also, I did my best in selecting songs that were hits sometime around 1988, so bear with me.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Cold Case and any song mentioned. I only own the victim, witnesses, suspects and the actual killer.
Party and Death
Dateline: January 16, 1988
Song: Red, Red Wine by UB40
Red, red wine
Go to my head
Make me forget that I
Still need her so
Red, red wine
It's up to you
All I can do, I've done
But memories won't go
No, memories won't go
I'd have thought
That with time
Thoughts of her
Would leave my head
I was wrong
And I find
Just one thing makes me forget
Kimberly Jackson was having a great time at her best friend Amy Kowalski's sweet sixteen party. Amy introduced her to Bruce Lucci, their high school's best quarterback. He was smitten with Kimberly. She had stars in her eyes when she looked at him.
"So, Kim, what year are you?" Bruce asked.
"I am a sophomore," Kimberly said. "I am 15, but I will have my sweet sixteen next month. What year are you?"
"I am a junior and it is a living hell," Bruce chuckled.
"Really?" Kimberly couldn't believe it.
"I am going to college and I have to do well with school and football," he said. "Your junior year will make K-10 and your senior year look lake a cake walk I am heavily recruited by Penn State, Pittsburgh, Michigan and Purdue. "
"Wow, I heard those were really great schools," she said. "I hope you get into those schools!"
"Thank you!" he said. "Care to dance?"
"I'd love to," she said.
Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart
Red Red Wine Toast Section
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand
Red red wine you make me feel so sad
Any time I see you go it makes me feel bad
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla pon the sweet dep line
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing
Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah
Chorus
Give me little time, help me clear up me mind
Give me little time, help me clear up me mind
Give me Red wine because it make me feel fine
Mek me feel fine all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla on the sweet dep line
The line broke, the monkey get choke
Burn bad rizla pon him little rowing boat
Red red wine I'm gonna hold to you
Hold on to you cause I know you love true
Red red wine I'm gonna love you till I die
Love you till I die and that's no lie
Red red wine can't get you out my mind
Where ever you maybe I'll surely find
I'll surely find make no fuss just stick with us.
Chorus
They danced and really got into the song. After the song ended, Kimberly had to leave due to a curfew. She exchanged numbers with Bruce and was about to leave.
"Kim, the party is still going," Amy said. "Do you have to leave so soon?"
"Well, you know parents," Kimberly said. "Mine put me on a 10 o'clock curfew and I must get going or I will be grounded. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Call me when you get home," Amy said. "You know I worry a lot!"
Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah
Kimberly was walking home alone unaware of the dangers lurking. She was cold, tired and eager to go home before curfew. She never saw it coming. Someone snuck up behind her and cut her throat. She was killed instantly and her body was left on the sidewalk.
At the Philadelphia Police Department, a man placed a box in the basement of the Department's building. It contained Kimberly Jackson's picture and leads to suspects and witness statements. On the box, it said:
January '88
88-20
Jackson, K.
It was immediately archived and forgotten.
Dateline: Present day
Tom Stillman was sitting in the basement rummaging through a box he took from one of the shelves. He saw the picture of a beautiful redhead girl whose smile radiated the photo. Little did he know, he had company coming to join him. Lilly and Scotty came down after getting paged and wanted to know what he wanted from them.
"Hey boss, do you have something for us?" Lilly asked. "Scotty and I were paged."
"I am looking at the files of an unsolved from 1988," Stillman finally spoke. "Kimberly Jackson, age 15, her throat was slashed and died instantly. Despite witness statements and questioning suspects, her killer was never caught."
"Boss, never say never," Scotty said. "I think we have the technology and better knowledge to crack this case wide open."
"Why did you look at Kimberly's file?" Lilly asked.
"Her brother and sister came by and demanded that Kimberly's case be reopened," Stillman said. "I told them that I would have two of the best cold case detectives check out what the original detectives missed 17 years ago."
"We will talk to McCorkle first," Lilly said. "Then we will go to the family to see if they can shed any new light on the case."
"I'll page him," Scotty said. "I hope he has time to talk to us about the Kimberly Jackson case."
When they went to their desks, Scotty paged McCorkle. All he and Lilly had to do was wait for a response.
TBC