AN: Hey guys. I can't believe i just started, and posted this story. Hope you will like it so far. Heads up: I'm not a native english speaker, so, well...
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything that has anything to do with cold case really. Would have loved a dvd box though.
She stopped the car and looked up to the house belonging to the couple she, for the last month, had thought about contacting. She had thought about calling Rosa Valens, her partners mom, for the last month. Why? Because her partners, and probably her best friends, birthday was coming up, and the guys at work had decided to put together some sort of surprise party. Her job would be simple enough; make sure he gets there. He wouldn't ask too many questions if she asked him to come for a birthday drink, or to take an interview with her. Questions, sure, but not too many. She could handle that. There was one problem that could arise though, plans with his family. That was why she had to contact his family, and figured his mom could tell her what she needed to know.
Today she was finally about to meet, not only Rosa but Ramiro too, but for an entirely different reason than she had wanted to. Because today, Detective Lilly Rush, was here to tell them that her partner, their son was missing.
Earlier that morning:
The guys in the Philadelphia police departments cold case team is sitting in the break room talking about their current case and getting some coffee, all except for Scotty Valens, who haven't arrived yet. It's Nick Vera who first comment on his absence: "Almost an hour late, hm, that's gotta be a new record or something right?" "Your record is one and a half hour, so it's only a personal record" Comes quickly from Kat Miller, who sits across from him. Lilly look at her sideways and ask; "You doing wild guessing here or you keep track of that?" After Kat confirms that, yes, she does keep track of that, Nick and Kat heads out for an interview with the victims sister, Will Jeffries starts trying to track down the brother, Lilly heads out to talk to the parents, picking Scotty up on her way there, and John "boss" Stillman starts on some paperwork.
Lilly arrives at Scotty's apartment building and notice his car is parked at his spot before she enters the building and heads up to Scotty's apartment. She had started to worry some, cause an hour late, that's a while with no word, but now as she has seen the car she figures he probably just forgot his alarm or something. When she has knocked, ringed the doorbell and called, with hearing his phone on the other side of the door, with no answer to either the door or the phone, she feels the worry creeping back, and then turn to fear. After a few more tries she finally decides to use the spare key he gave her years ago, "just in case.." She had hoped she would never have to use it.
As the door opened Lilly pulled out her gun and walked in to the apartment calling out; "Scotty, you here?" there was no answer, it was just quiet. Scotty's living room seemed to be in a fair enough condition, dishes from last nights dinner and a beer bottle on the coffee table, otherwise neat. There was one thing that stood out though. The pictures on the mantle. Half of them knocked over, like if someone had stumbled, or been pushed.
When she open the bedroom door, her eyes widened and complexion paled as she took in the room. The bed was still done, but that was the only thing somewhat normal. The window and walls had bullet holes, she counted three. The blood splattered around the hole in the wall and on the floor sent chills down Lilly's spine. Lilly had been a cop for a while and normally didn't have problem with stomaching crime scenes, but now the breakfast she had earlier wanted back up. She made it to the bathroom before emptying her stomach. When she was done she noticed that the bathroom seemed in good order, and Lilly checked the rest of the apartment. No sign of Scotty anywhere.
Rest of the morning had gone by real slow for the team. Their case was put on hold the second the words "Scotty is missing" reached the other detectives, they question neighbors for a few hours and found out one thing only, the gun fired probably had a silencer on. No one had heard anything, and those who might have seen something hadn't seen enough.
About an hour ago Boss had gotten the call, the blood belonged to Scotty. It hadn't been enough blood that that loss had killed him, but without proper compression he might still bleed out. Lilly had offered going to his parents alone, claiming she wanted them all to be ready to move if something happened. That was only partly true though. Today, now, she only wanted her partner back, and doing this with anyone, anyone not him, just wasn't an option right now.
That was what she was doing now, telling his parents. No, not doing. What she was supposed to be doing. Cause now all she did, still, was sitting looking at the house. Lilly leaned back, closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Exited her car and headed towards the door she now wishes she never had to knock on.