Disclaimer. I own nothing but if I did there would never have been a Chritina. (No offence to Christina lovers - I just never liked her.)

The Reunion.

As she saw the case file, Lilly Rush's heart sank. This morning a young man had contacted her with a cold case from 1985. The victim, John Langhan, had been slashed through the throat, left to right, towards near decapitation. A man had been had been arrested in conjunction with that murder, she remembered. Jason had been interviewed over an earlier altercation with the deceased. Poor Baby Girl, she hated cops after that.

What would she think of her now? The lone female homicide detective of the Philadelphia police department? To think that she would soon find out that they both made their way towards law enforcement. She was evidence that not all cops were dirty, where as Baby Girl strived to find the evidence to present in each and every case she could. She never wanted the wrong suspect to be sentenced. She believed in her brother innocence.

They used to be so close, yet they were in ways so opposite. Lilly was needed to lead her family. She was so strong and outgoing. Although they were both mature, Lilly was a mother figure. She had a sister a similar age, who she was devoted to caring for. Her mother was always laid up in bed, sometimes caring only for the next drink she could get hold of, it seemed.

Lilly's sister, Chris, needed her, as it was evident Baby Girl did, too. She was shy and avoided human contact in the best ways she could manage. She was isolated, distant and obviously scared. There was a fear in her eyes that Lilly knew was further up the scale that, she, herself, had once experienced. It was too far from her comprehension. But, still she knew that, in some way, they had both been abused; and she became attached.

Lilly never really knew her name. One day she just showed up in her neighbourhood. She heard a commotion outside, and knowing what could happen to young girls on the street, rushed to her door. Upon opening it, she saw Billy and his gang surrounding a young girl. Lilly knew they were harmless and fooling around, but the young girl looked horrified. Retreating towards the was, she ignored their friendly jokes and prepared herself for an onslaught.

"Billy? What are you doing? Leave her alone. Can't you see she's terrified/"

"What are you talking about? We're just getting to know each other."

"Yeah! No doubt wanting to rope her in as another one of your girls," she laughed. "Look she's obviously knew here-"

"Yeah, but she's gorgeous isn't she?" He laughed back; he was never one to see the obvious.

"Billy, just go. Let her get back home." She turned to leave. She wasn't physically strong. However, she knew that with Billy there, she wouldn't have to be. He wasn't a bad kid and they were only having a laugh.

"I don't think she's got one. Or a name for that matter," he roared. He just had so show off for his mates. "She was roaming here like a baby. You try-"

"I've gotta get back to work. Chris should be in soon anyway."

"Okay, whatever. See you around sweet-cheeks," he turned to the girl.

"Don't call me that!" The small girl gritted. She had obviously reached her teens but her height and child-like appearance suggested otherwise.

"Oooohooo. She has a voice. Feisty too. What a heart throb." He didn't contain the humour from his voice. "Anytime you want me babe."

The suggestive language in this part of Philadelphia was not uncommon, but the girl looked physically shocked. Both fear and hope shone through her eyes. Her whole body shook. This was not due to the cold wind passing but to something else Lilly thought, as a lone tear rolled down her pale cheek. Sliding down the wall she was leant against, she bought her hands up to cover her face. Her elbows settled on her knees and her rear landed on the frosty ground.

"Hey, you okay? I didn't mean to, like , make you cry," Billy stated, concern finally showing through the comic exterior.

"Hey Baby Girl? Come on, stand up." Lilly had made her way to the wanderer, and laid a hand on the slumped shoulder. She jumped violently, shaken, terror lying in her chocolate eyes.