Torn
BY:incoherenThought

Disclaimer: This story is based on the series COLD CASE aired by CBS.
Note:
This is a random chapter that I pulled out of a file in my documents called "random". It was written forever ago (one of the first I ever started for Cold Case) and I never knew where to go with it so it got filed away and abandoned... until now. I read through it, polished it up and decided to go ahead and post it and see what the reaction was. I know exactly where I want to take the story now so I can actually finish it. Let me know what you think and if I should bother writing more. Otherwise, I have about a hundred other ideas to work with and about five other stories started to work on. Have I ever mentioned I get bored easy and, therefor, jump around in plots quite often...? ;)

Chapter One: Breakroom


The door to the breakroom was never closed. Ever. And so when Lilly heard it shut behind her she knew she was in trouble. When she turned around to find Scotty glaring down at her she knew trouble wasn't a strong enough word.

"What happened, Lil?" he demanded.

"I already told..."

"No," he cut her off.

"What?" she asked, annoyed. She didn't see how any of this was his business anyhow.

"How stupid do you think I am? I was with you all day yesterday and you were just fine. This didn't happen on the job."

Lilly had long ago realized that makeup did not cover bruises on her face. Her skin was too pale and the makeup would need to be too dark for her complexion. It would standout and be obvious. So, she'd had no choice but to show up to work that day and hope no one would question the bruise too much. She'd underestimated her partner.

"Would you like some coffee?" she asked, uselessly trying to change the subject. He just glared at her as though she were a suspect he was interrogating. "Don't look at me like that, Scotty. It's none of your business anyhow."

His eyes grew a little more gentle and he took a step nearer to her. "Someone does this to you," he said as he reached out and grabbed her chin to better examine the bruise left behind on her skin, "and it becomes my business because I happen to care."

Her own eyes grew a little softer then and she sighed as she felt defeat coming on. "My boyfriend," she informed him. "Ex-boyfriend."


Lilly wasn't surprised when she answered her door to find her ex standing outside it. She was annoyed, but not surprised.

"Why'd you lock me out, sweet thing?" He leaned in towards her and she stepped quickly back, avoiding the kiss. He smelled of booze, cigarette smoke and cheep perfume.

"Why are you here, Titus?" she asked, angrily. It was two in the morning. She'd of ignored his knock if she hadn't been afraid a neighbor would then call the cops.

"I came to see you, baby." He lured at her, looking her up and down, and she felt a little nauseous.

"Get out." She tried to shut the door. He pushed it open and stepped inside. "Titus!" she warned him.

"Come on, don't play hard to get." Lilly backed up as he slammed the door shut. He grabbed for her, with amazing speed for a guy intoxicated, and pulled her to him with both hands on her hips. She tried to pull away as he backed her up against the wall.

"Titus," she warned again and he leaned in to kiss her. She turned her face in time to avoid the contact. "You're drunk."

"Always am, sweet thing," he laughed into her neck as he began kissing her there.

"I'm beginning to realize that," she said this more to herself and tried to push him away with both hands to his chest. She was quickly finding, however, that he was far stronger than her. "Titus, get out!"

It was as though he hadn't heard her. He now had her pinned to the wall with only his body as his hands roamed to places she didn't want them. "Stop, please."

"God," he whispered lustfully in her ear, "you're hot."

"You're not," the words came out before she could stop them. His entire body stiffened in anger and she knew she'd made a mistake. His face pulled back to look down at her venomously.

Lilly saw it coming before it happened but she had no time to try and stop it. His fist pulled back and then came into hard contact with the side of her jaw. She fell to the floor, her jaw aching, and didn't even have a chance to try and stand back up before he was dragging her over to the couch. He threw her roughly down on the sofa.

"No," she screamed at him as she tried to jump off the couch. There was no time. He'd already laid himself down on top of her. "You have to stop this! Stop!" Her words were getting nowhere and her mind was reeling with how to get herself out of this situation.

Titus pulled himself up slightly, in order to reach between their bodies and undo his belt, and that's when she saw her chance. She pulled her leg loose from underneath him and jammed her knee hard between his legs. He howled out in pain and stumbled off the couch. Lilly shot up and reached for her gun resting on an end table.

"You bitch," he started to charge after her but stopped when he saw the gun she now had pointed right at him.

"Get out!"


"And he left," Lilly finished. She was now seated at the breakroom table with Scotty across from her. She looked up at his face for the first time since starting the story and saw rage reflected back at her. But the rage, she knew, wasn't for her.

"What's his name?" Scotty demanded.

"Why?" Lilly asked.

"Because he and I... we're gonna have a little chat."

Lilly sighed. "Scotty, I'm a big girl. I can take care of it myself."

"Really?" he asked, disbelieving. "Because it doesn't sound like that to me." Lilly shot him a look that she knew he'd understand. He sighed. "All right. I get it. You're a strong woman. You've always taken care of yourself. You've had to. But if he comes back, Lil. If he does something to you. I can't live with that."

Lilly looked back down into her mug of coffee. She watched the steam rise off it and evaporate into the air. "I had to pull my gun on him," she whispered to her cup.

"What?" asked Scotty. He'd heard her, she knew, but he didn't understand her.

"I've never had to pull my gun on someone like that before. Because of..." She looked back up at her partner and found only understanding in his eyes. "I've had guys try and go too far with me before but I never had to use my gun to stop them."

"It's called attempted rape, Lilly," he said in a low tone. Lilly's eyes snapped back to her coffee. She didn't like that word. Not when it had anything to do with her. "He wouldn't have stopped if you hadn't had that gun. Now tell me his name."

"Titus Kent," she whispered and then met his eyes. "He's a cop, Scotty." Her partner's jaw set and she saw a whole new level of rage cross his eyes. He stood up and headed for the door. Lilly jumped from her own seat and headed after him. She stepped quickly in front of him just as he was reaching for the knob.

"Scotty," she started, "please don't do anything stupid. Okay? And you know what I mean by stupid."

"The guy is a cop!" Scotty's hand dropped away from the door and he looked over at her. "If he did this to you, to another cop... You should press charges."

Lilly almost laughed. "Charges, Scotty? Against another cop? My word against his? It'd go nowhere. There's no way to prove anything because nothing actually happened."

"He attacked you. He tried..."

"And that's all he did," pointed out Lilly. "He tried, but he didn't actually do anything. The only evidence he left behind was a bruise and you know that doesn't prove anything. I have nothing to hold against him. It would be my word against his. The only thing that would come out of me pressing charges is..."

"Humiliation," he whispered softly and she nodded. "It's not your fault. You did nothing to be humiliated over."

"I know that but it's hard enough... this job, without adding to it." Scotty reached for the knob again and Lilly placed her hand on top of his to stop him.

"Please don't do anything stupid," she requested once again, meeting his eyes. "I don't want you getting in trouble over me. I can't live with that." He nodded his understanding and she removed her hand from atop his. He turned the knob and left the room and Lilly knew he was going to do something stupid.


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