Author's note: I'm trying to write a fan-fiction bigger than one-shot. Hope you like it. Thanks LillyScotty, for help me at all (editing, story and etc).
Disclaimer: I do not own Cold Case
More Than Friends, Less Than Lovers
"You son of the bitch" Yelled a man to Scotty as he entered the police's car. It was normal. Being a cop means to be idealized as a hero, but also means to be cursed by criminals.
"Yeah, Scotty, you are the winner!" Lilly said to Scotty when they were back to the squad. "You got more haters than me".
"Thanks, Lil, I do my best." Scotty said as he sat in his chair. "I have two more than you, at the moment." He took his coffee cup noticing that it was empty. "Who drank my coffee?"
"What's up guys?" Nick asked, teasing Kat, who stood aside him, with a donut.
"Scotty, I don't know WHO." Kat said gesturing to Nick, indicating her had dranken Scotty's coffee. She slapped Nick's hand making the donut fall to the floor.
"Hey! I was eating..." Nick squealed as he was interrupted by Kat.
"Anyway, Lilly was saying to Scotty that he is the winner. He has more haters than everyone else here. That serial killer from the last case just cursed him." Finishing her explanation, she sat on the edge of the Lilly's desk, then both of the girls started organizing the files scattered around the desk.
"Hey man, I swear, this competition...I pass" Nick said to Scotty, who was extremely angry because of his empty coffee cup.
"Uh-huh! If it was a 'who-drinks-someone-elses-coffee' competition, you would come out on top." Scotty stated, not denying his anger.
"Calm down, man! I did you a favor. You didn't want to drink that cold coffee, did you?"Scotty growled loudly, slumping down in his chair.
It was a cold night in Philly. Scotty was on his way to home, driving his car, when suddenly he heard someone asking for help. Then he saw an woman, wearing gym clothes, sitting in the middle of the street. She was yelling and crying. In his whole life, he never had neglected to help, and this couldn't be his first time neglecting. He was a cop, it was nice job to protect others.
That woman looked like hell, her clothes were all torn, and it seemed as she had bruises on her face. But the lights did not help with his sight. Maybe she wasn't hurt. Sometimes the shadows mess with your eye-sight.
Scotty got out of his car, took his gun, and put his finger lightly on the trigger. He was walking slowly to the crying woman.
"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm a cop. What happened?" She stopped crying when Scotty reached her, her tears drying as he knelt down.
When he noticed the ambush, it was late. He felt something pointy and sharp on his left arm, and it made him scream in pain as his finger pulled the trigger. Scotty couldn't do anything, he passed out.
"Hey girls! Have you missed me?" Lilly whispered to her cats. The day had lasted longer than normal, and all what she wanted was lay down and rest. She was praying nothing would interrupt her. Lilly Rush never rested, she was usually to busy. But in this case, she had been drained of all of her energy. She fed the cats, and was lying on her couch, when her cell phone rang.
"Rush"
"Lilly, we need you to come down to the bullpen."
She didn't fault to notice Stillman's shaky voice. "Boss? What's going on?"
"We aren't sure, but a kid called 911 when..."
"I'm sure it ain't that important...nothing to do with us." Lilly was determined to end the phone call as soon as possible, her body ached and her head throbbed.
"Lilly...Scotty's car was found without him. He's missing."
Lilly felt her breathe catch in her throat. At first, words did not escape. "Okay...I'll be there soon."
"Ouch! It hurts! That idiot shot me." A woman said in the old, uninhabited house.
"Shut up! I know! I was there. Damn! Don't move! I can't see the bullet if you keep moving!"
"You could if you had a better hand." She muttered, but was interrupted by the man. "Shut up or you'll wake him up."
On the other side of the room, Scotty was lying in the floor. The dart in his arm was enough to make anyone sleep, yet, for some reason, Scotty was doing his best and succeeding in not falling into unconsciousness. He failed to lift himself off the ground, clearly without strength.
He reached for his cell phone on his belt, nothing. It wasn't there. He saw his suit's jacket next him. He pulled it to him slowly, the cell falling out of the pocket. He felt relieved when he realized his phone was on silent. Now if someone was to call, there would be no loud noise to distract the kidnapper. His gun was gone, but his cell was not.
He turned his cell phone on and dialed Lilly. As he did, he asked himself why he was calling her. For help. He said to himself, knowing he was desperate to be saved.
"Hey, any news about Scotty?" Lilly asked when she arrived in bullpen.
"Someone called his phone?" she continued, needing to her some sort of positive news.
"It says no service, Lil. We have tried over and over, no answer. "
"And what do we have? Any evidence?"
"The blood on the street, but the DNA result hasn't come through yet." Vera said, Will jumping in to add details. "And the car mark on the asphalt."
Lilly sighed, quite angry there was nothing to help locate his destination. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, her eyes widening when it read Scotty.
"It's Scotty."
Stillman looked up, turning his head to the near by detective. "Trace this call."
"Scotty, where are you?" Lilly asked as soon as she answered the phone.
"Lil. God Lil. He took a deep breathe, doing his best to keep quiet. "It's blurry. I can't move."
"Are you hurt? Who's with you?" Scotty went silent as he heard someone walking straight to him. Lilly heard the silence, fear starting to rise. "Scotty? Hey...talk to me."
"Shh. He's coming."
Lilly did her best to keep quiet, holding her breathe so she made no noise whatsoever. The men in the bullpen gathered around, wanting to know exactly what was going on. Lilly quickly put the cell on loudspeaker, letting it lay on the desk as her hands started to shake.
"You didn't tie him?" The voice was loud, deep, and sounded very familiar.
Scotty closed his eyes, pushing the cell under his shirt.
"...are you awake?"
Lilly listened carefully, hoping to hear some sort of reaction from Scotty. There was a rustling noise, then a slit yelp.
"Scotty," she whispered unconsciously, biting her lip.
"What?" More rustling, and a few loud groans. "You didn't take his cell? I told you to search him."
Lilly's eyes widened, her mind trying to gather all this information at once. Who was this guy? Who was he talking to? There was two?
The whole bullpen listened carefully, everything silent.
"You know, I've always wanted to use a gun..."
*BANG*
Let me know if I could keep this story. I would love to know your opinion and sugestion.
