Title: Second Chance
Summary: 40 years ago a crime was committed, now two souls are reunited for a chance to solve the murder and possibly find a happy ending together.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
A/N: I'm a fan of Cold Case, my favorite episode Debut was on last night and it inspired me to write this.
Prologue- Requiem:
Suicide Slums- 1968
Charles King sat on the edge of rooftop watching the bums standing by fires to keep warm and the sounds of the police sirens roaring down the upper side of the giant city that once produced a sign of hope instead of dread.
"I know your there Lola, there's no sense in hiding from me" He says climbing to his feet and facing the young woman in front of him who looked as if she had been crying.
"My father found our letters and some old photos of us together, he knows everything" Lola said clearly wiping the new tears from her eyes.
Charles just stood there and nodded, "We cant keep doing this, now that he knows there's no hope for us"
She grabbed him saying, "Don't ever say that, we can still run off together."
Charles just laughed and turned to face her saying, "What's the point, we'll always be running and he'll always find us"
She watched him walk towards the roof access as she called out, "What about us?"
His hand stalled at the doorknob and quickly took a deep breath before saying "As far as I'm concerned there is no us, your just some girl who couldn't get over her first time."
"How can you say that, after everything-"
Charles cuts her off by storming towards her and grabbing her by the arms saying in a angry whisper, "I don't love you! You're just some girl that I met and liked to play with but the funs over, time for you to grow up and date someone your own age."
Lola smacked him and looked at him with tearful eyes, "You bastard! I hate you"
Once the door slammed shut with her exit, Charles slammed his fist against a nearby brick wall without the care that his fist had just cracked and was bleeding.
He fell to the floor in pain not only with his hand but with his heart, Charles gaze landed on the starry sky which lit up brighter then ever before.
BANG!
The multiple gunshots echoed causing Charles to rush down the stairs and towards the alleyway where he briefly saw the assailant rush out, "Hey!" he called out rushing towards the suspect only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of Lola Carter dead in the coldness of the floor.
"No" he whispered rushing towards her trying to find a pulse, Charles looked around yelling "Somebody help!"
No one answered the man's cries for help as he was left cradling her slowly dying body in his arms, listening to the sound of her heartbeat slowly fade away.
He rocked her back and forth crying out for her to come back saying silently to her, "I'm so sorry, Lola."
By time the cops came, Joanne "Lola" Carter was dead at age 19 in the arms of the man who soon regretted breaking her heart.
'The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.- Harriet Beecher Stowe'
TBC…
WELL?