Author's Note: I would like to begin by saying that I originally wrote this story a little over a year ago so I apologize if it's a little jumpy and does not run very smooth. On that note, please leave some criticism so I will know what to edit. Thank you very much!

Disclaimer: I own nothing even remotely associated with the brilliant television show that is "Cold Case".

Thought I'd Died and Gone to Heaven

18 March 1992

Mavis Campbell ran as fast as her weak legs could carry her. She couldn't even remember what day it was; all she knew was that she had been trapped in that hell hole for at least a week. He only fed her once a day, and even then it was something small like a piece of candy. Her once bright red hair was now greasy and her brown eyes that were so full of life before she was captured were now dull and bloodshot.

But then, her luck seemed to change. She looked across her high school's football field and saw not only someone she knew, but someone she trusted. Mavis made her way towards the bleachers where he stood and he made his way towards her in the middle of the field. The two met and she sighed in relief.

But the next thing she knew, his hand was raised and she saw that he held a baseball bat, which was something she had not seen beforehand. Whether it was because she was weak or for some other reason, she didn't know but before she could even register what he was doing, the baseball bat collided with her head. Her eyes closed a mere three seconds before she fainted.

Mavis Louise Campbell never made it home.

Present Day

Lilly Rush made her way into Philly's homicide division. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail with her side swept bangs loose. As she sat down at her desk, she saw her partner Scotty Valens make her way towards her.

"Hey, Boss says that some guy came in wanting to talk to us," he told her and the two walked towards one of the interview rooms.

Lilly saw that sitting in the cold room was an elderly Mexican man, looking rather nervous; he was shifting back and forth in his chair.

"Can we help you?" Lilly asked.

"Yes, my name is Carlos De Liego," the man replied with a Mexican accent that had been evened out from spending years in America. "And I was told that you two specialize in old murder cases."

Lilly sat down on the chair across from Mr. De Liego and nodded curtly. Carlos stuck his hands in one of his jacket pockets and took out a piece of newspaper, which Lilly saw was dated from 1992.

16 Year Old Girl Found Raped, Beaten to Death After 8 Days Missing

Lilly skimmed the article and saw that the article was about a girl named Mavis Campbell.

"Well, the night before she was found, I was out doing some shopping and saw her out on the football field talking to some guy in a letterman's jacket. I kept walking because I didn't think anything of it," Carlos told them.

"Are you sure that it was this girl you saw that night?" Valens asked, breaking his silence.

"Yeah, Mavis Campbell. She would sometimes volunteer at the apartment I lived in in 1992."

Lilly furrowed her brows. "Why didn't you share seeing her with the police back then?"

Carlos sighed. "I was an illegal in '92 and the last thing I wanted to do was deal with the police. Besides, someone was arrested a few days later."

"Then why are you telling us this?" Scotty asked.

And again, Carlos sighed. "This has been eating me for sixteen years. The man they arrested definitely wasn't who I saw on the football field that evening. I just want to make sure that the cops got the right guy."

Scotty pretended to smile. "Thank you, Mr. De Liego."

After spending the whole walk downstairs arguing whether or not to look into the case, Lilly and Scotty found themselves staring at hundreds of boxes in the storage room with Nick and Jeffries.

"I found it," Scotty announced after a good ten minutes of searching.

Lilly made her way towards Scotty, opened the box, took out the case file, and read it aloud. "Mavis Campbell, born November 18th, 1975. She went missing on March 10th, 1992 when she was walking home from school. She was found dead on the football field nine days later by the girls' soccer coach; she'd been tortured, raped, and beaten to death."

"I remember this case," Jeffries said after seeing the picture of Mavis. "A few days after the body was found, some guy came into homicide and admitted to kidnapping the girl but denied killing her."

"Nicholas Charles," Lilly supplied. "It says here that he was sentenced to life but hung himself with his bed sheets after three weeks."

"Are we really looking into this case again?" Nick asked skeptically.

"A guy came in and said he saw Mavis talking to someone in a letterman jacket on the football field the night before her body was found," Lilly answered.

"Great. Let's go tell the family we're looking into their daughter's solved murder case," Scotty said bitterly. Lilly smirked as everyone made their way out of the storage room.