For You
Fandom: Cold Case
Pairing: Ray Williams x Scotty Valens
Summary: Ray Williams lied to Lily Rush when he told her he was staying in town for only one more day. He had already bought a place before he even went to see her that day. However, his eyes have drifted away from her to another Homicide Detective. m/m
Warnings: This is slash, don't like don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Cold Case v.v
Author's Note: This is my first Cold Case fan fiction, but I think I kept them in character mostly. For Ray you don't have much to go on to begin with xD He's only in four episodes (technically speaking I've only seen one of them). Tell me what you think and if you want me to continue!
Chapter One
Ray was seated at a bar in Philly with a glass of some amber liquid sitting on the counter in front of him. He wasn't sure exactly what was in it, he had asked the bartender to surprise him. To be honest, if he actually paid any attention to the drink he probably could have told you exactly what it was, but he couldn't concentrate. Not since that night at least. The night he had visited Lily Rush at work on his bike.
It wasn't Lily who had caused him to lose his ability to concentrate. It hadn't been her that could cause him any real emotions for a long time. He had come back to see if seeing her again could bring those feelings back, but his mission failed. At least as far as Lily Rush was concerned.
Ray had called her several times that day, but the man who answered the phone always said the same thing. That she was out, working some case the team was involved in currently. He didn't bother to ask what it was. It had almost made him laugh. Lily Rush had become exactly what she wanted, homicide detective. Ray picked up his glass and gave a mock cheers to the girl he hadn't seen since he went over to her house.
He still wasn't sure why he had gone over there in the first place. One last chance to see if he still had feelings for the blonde woman. He knew it would never work between the two of them any more. Too much time had passed between them and he couldn't bring himself to actually care.
He had driven to where Lily worked later that night, after the phone calls, at precisely the same time she was leaving. She was as beautiful as he last remembered her to be, but she wasn't the one his eyes were drawn to. Instead they focused on a body and face that definitely matched the voice he had heard on the phone earlier that day. She got on his bike without introducing the two boys and without waiting for her to do so he drove off.
Thinking about the detective brought a smile to Ray's face. He finished off his drink and motioned to the bartender to pour him another. She sent a small smile his way before holding up her index finger to tell him she'd be a minute. Not that it mattered to Ray. He could wait, he had all night after all.
The next morning Ray had gone back and actually managed to get into the building. He could honestly say that he had gone into the place looking for Lily not the detective from the night before, but the first person he ran in to was the same person that continued to invade his mind. The man standing behind his desk in a suit looked up at Ray with the most gorgeous set of brown eyes he had ever seen in his life.
Ray had walked right up to the other male and held out his hand to him. "Hey. Ray Williams, Lily Rush here yet?" he asked, though his mind had quickly replaced all thoughts of Lily with thoughts of the detective standing before him.
"Scotty Valens." the Philly accent was ever present in the way the man spoke and the way he gripped onto Ray's hand almost caused him to give into what he really wanted right then. That is, until Scotty's voice reminded him of where exactly the two of them were and just how bad of an idea that would have been. "Nah, she hasn't come in yet. Have a seat." Scotty motioned to the seat that accompanied the desk besides his, those brown eyes trained on Ray as he took the seat.
For a long awkward minute neither of them spoke. They just glanced at each other occasionally, never longer then a few seconds. Finally, Scotty turned to face Ray and they both observed each other. Two alpha males trying to assert their dominance, as if whoever spoke first or looked away would be weaker for it. It all caused Ray to smirk at the other male, but he still didn't speak up.
"So, ugh, where'd you take Rush last night?" Finally, Mister Detective spoke. And his question definitely sounded like he was a cop fishing for information about Lily and Ray's relationship. Ray didn't bother dropping the smirk from his face at Scotty's words.
Ray clasped his hands together against the back of his head, his eyes never once leaving Scotty's. "I took her for a ride on my bike." he said, skillfully avoiding giving anything away to Scotty before quickly adding so Scotty couldn't ask a follow-up question, "Ya know, you should get a bike of your own." You'd look good on one.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Scotty picked up a file from his desk as if to pretend to actually be doing something case related just incase Stillman walked through there to get to his own office.
Ray knew that telling Scotty he thought he'd look good on a bike would be a bad idea, more then likely it would push the male away from him. The exact opposite of what he wanted right then. "I think you'd like it. I could give you a ride on my baby. You should hear her purr." It was as if Lily chose that exact moment to show up and when Ray looked over to where she was standing he could tell she was furious with him. As if she thought they were referring to her in their little conversation.
Ray let out a snort of laughter as he threw down the money for his drinks. He was pretty sure no one in their right mind would say that Lily Rush purred like anything. Anyone that dated her knew better. There was still one more conversation between Ray and Lily. All of it had been a lie. He told her he only had one more night in town when in truth he had moved there a week before. Which was why he was sitting in the bar in Philly that night.
Standing from the stool, he walked to the exit and stopped in his tracks when the door opened before he even reached forward to grab the handle. Scotty. "Hey." Ray was the first to speak this time, he watched as it caused a huge grin to appear on Scotty's face. The smile was infectious, since seconds later one showed up on Ray's as well.
"Hey." Scotty stepped to the side to let Ray out so they both weren't blocking the bar entrance. "You need a lift some place?" he asked, already taking in that Ray was a little just past drunk.
Ray dug in the pocket of his jacket to bring out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He took one out for himself and held the pack out to Scotty, offering him one but when Scotty shook his head he lit up his own and pocketed the rest. He took a long drag from the smoke before glancing over at the other. He gave a nod of his head. "Yeah, sure." he blew the smoke out of his mouth before taking another hit from the cancer stick.
Scotty nodded his head, let go of the bar door, and headed in the direction of his parked car. Heavy footsteps behind him told him that Ray was following. He walked over to the drivers side of the door and slid the key into the lock, he pushed it to the side and opened the door. Clicking the button to unlock the passenger side, he slid into the seat and started the car. He pulled the car out of the lot, put it in drive, and started down the road.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that Scotty asked, "Where to?" There was, of course, no response from Ray in the passenger seat. Scotty glanced to his side to see that it appeared that the man was snoozing in his car. "Ray?" he asked again, hoping that his voice would rouse the other from slumber. "Ray?" once more, a little louder this time, but with still no luck.
"Shit." was the last word Ray heard come out of Scotty's mouth before the ride became silent. He tried his best not to laugh or smile, or do anything else that would give away that he wasn't asleep but instead simply pretending. It helped that Scotty had never seen him sleep, breathing differences meant nothing when you were never around a person long enough to learn them.