With a big lead of nine votes to one, Greg has won the poll. But he and
Lilly will not hook up until later in the series, so y'all will have to be
patient for a bit longer.
Chapter Eight
In just two short weeks Lilly's secret admirer had loaded her down with flowers, love poems, and cute stuffed animals. The mystery surrounding the whole thing was getting to Lilly, and she wanted to know who her admirer was. Every man that she came in contact with at the office was a 'suspect' to her. Anyone of the numerous men could be the one leaving her the presents. She and Catherine had started a game of guessing what would be sent to Lilly next, and who the sender was.
It had become almost routine for the two women to guess at was in Lilly's locker before she opened it. Nine times out of ten it was a flower with a poem, but occasionally there would be a card, and once even a pair of concert tickets to Lilly's favorite band! It was eating Lilly up inside as to how whoever it was knew all her favorite things. How were they finding it all out?
~*~*~
The trace lab was quiet and Greg was, for once, grateful for the silence. He was busy composing yet another poem and he didn't want anyone to interrupt him. Lilly still had no idea that it was him leaving all the gifts and poems. He always laughed when he saw her and Catherine debating whom the secret admirer was. Greg never would have known it if Warrick hadn't given him the idea, but he was quite the poet, and it pleased him to see the enchanting smile on her face after reading the newest poem.
He crumpled up the piece of paper and through it into the wastebasket with a growl. It just wasn't working. He couldn't get his thoughts to come out right. After so many good poems, it was hard to surpass them. Another piece of paper flew towards the trashcan as Greg sighed.
"What's with the flying paper Greg?" Nick walked in, ducking yet another piece of crumpled paper.
"Nothing." Greg said, quickly covering the sheet he was writing on.
"Oh really," Nick said reaching down to pick up one of the piece. He started to unfold it. Greg's heart pounded inside his chest. What was Nick gonna say? Greg had to do something, but what?
"Hey guys, what's up?" Catherine asked walking in. Greg sighed in relief as Nick placed the paper in the trash.
"Nothing," Greg said again, "do you need something Cath?"
"Yeah, can you run these prints for me? They're the only clues Lilly and I could find in that arson, if they don't show us anything we might have to call the investigation off."
"I'll get right on them." Greg said taking the prints from the older woman.
"Thanks, see ya two later." Catherine walked out.
"I'm gonna find out what you're up to." Nick said.
"I'm not up to anything." Greg defended himself.
"We'll see about that." Nick said turning around and leaving. Greg sighed in relief and uncovered his poem with a sudden inspiration. He wrote furiously, making sure that he finished before anyone else could interrupt him.
~*~*~
After a long day of work, Lilly was looking forward to a little pick- me-up from her secret admirer. She opened her locker and smiled softly when she saw the single lily sitting there. With gentle fingers she picked up the single sheet of paper and opened it.
"Many things will change, but my love for you will remain the same.
Nothing can stop me from feeling the way I do.
Summer will change into fall.
Winter will change into spring.
Leaves will fall and flowers will grow, but I still will love you.
Words cannot express the way I feel about you.
All I know is my heart soars when I see your face.
My mind races with thoughts of you.
I'm in love with you and someday I pray you will love me too."
Lilly's eyes filled with tears of awe. Whoever her mystery man was, he always knew just how touch her heart.
'Lord, I think I'm falling in love. Please, if this is not the man you have planned for me then make these feelings go away. And if this is my soul mate, let him show his face soon.' She prayed silently. Delicately wiping the tears from her eyes, Lilly placed the flower back in her locker with the poem. She had to tell Catherine about the newest composition from her secret admirer.
~*~*~
"Bad news Lilly." Catherine said as Lilly walked into the break room.
"The prints didn't show anything?" Lilly asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"You got it." Catherine said crestfallen, "Looks like this case is over."
"Bummer." Lilly said sitting down beside the older woman. The two sat forlornly drinking their coffee.
"Hey guys." Warrick said walking in, "Man, who died?"
"Our case." Lilly said.
"Man that sucks." Warrick said, "You two were covering the arson, right?"
"Yeah," Catherine said shaking her head, "Gil gave us the one assignment where there were no clues whatsoever."
"You mean you weren't able to find ANYTHING."
"Not a thing."
"Our one set of prints turned up negative."
"Huh, that's weird. Usually in an arson case there's at least a couple set of prints. I even had a case once where the perp left behind a can of gasoline. Any idea who the prints you found belonged to?"
"Yeah, but the guy died the day BEFORE the fire."
"Weird."
"You bet. So now we're back to square one."
"Any ideas for us Warrick?"
"Nothing comes to mind." Warrick shook his head.
"Well what a help you are." Lilly said sarcastically.
"Sorry." Warrick said with a shrug, "But if I come up with anything, you two will be the first to know."
"I could really use some good news right now." Catherine said propping her head in her hands.
"I got another poem today." Lilly said, a smile lighting her face.
"ANOTHER one! That makes...ten this week!" Catherine exclaimed.
"I know." The two women giggled like schoolgirls as they resumed their constant debate over Lilly's admirer.
~*~*~
Okay, this was a pretty crappy chapter, especially the last part, but I hope that y'all at least liked a little of it. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think.
Soon to come on LILLY OF THE VALLEY: Will Lilly figure out that Greg is her secret admirer, will he tell her? What's Nick gonna do? And what's up with those fingerprints from the arson case? Stay tuned to find out.
Chapter Eight
In just two short weeks Lilly's secret admirer had loaded her down with flowers, love poems, and cute stuffed animals. The mystery surrounding the whole thing was getting to Lilly, and she wanted to know who her admirer was. Every man that she came in contact with at the office was a 'suspect' to her. Anyone of the numerous men could be the one leaving her the presents. She and Catherine had started a game of guessing what would be sent to Lilly next, and who the sender was.
It had become almost routine for the two women to guess at was in Lilly's locker before she opened it. Nine times out of ten it was a flower with a poem, but occasionally there would be a card, and once even a pair of concert tickets to Lilly's favorite band! It was eating Lilly up inside as to how whoever it was knew all her favorite things. How were they finding it all out?
~*~*~
The trace lab was quiet and Greg was, for once, grateful for the silence. He was busy composing yet another poem and he didn't want anyone to interrupt him. Lilly still had no idea that it was him leaving all the gifts and poems. He always laughed when he saw her and Catherine debating whom the secret admirer was. Greg never would have known it if Warrick hadn't given him the idea, but he was quite the poet, and it pleased him to see the enchanting smile on her face after reading the newest poem.
He crumpled up the piece of paper and through it into the wastebasket with a growl. It just wasn't working. He couldn't get his thoughts to come out right. After so many good poems, it was hard to surpass them. Another piece of paper flew towards the trashcan as Greg sighed.
"What's with the flying paper Greg?" Nick walked in, ducking yet another piece of crumpled paper.
"Nothing." Greg said, quickly covering the sheet he was writing on.
"Oh really," Nick said reaching down to pick up one of the piece. He started to unfold it. Greg's heart pounded inside his chest. What was Nick gonna say? Greg had to do something, but what?
"Hey guys, what's up?" Catherine asked walking in. Greg sighed in relief as Nick placed the paper in the trash.
"Nothing," Greg said again, "do you need something Cath?"
"Yeah, can you run these prints for me? They're the only clues Lilly and I could find in that arson, if they don't show us anything we might have to call the investigation off."
"I'll get right on them." Greg said taking the prints from the older woman.
"Thanks, see ya two later." Catherine walked out.
"I'm gonna find out what you're up to." Nick said.
"I'm not up to anything." Greg defended himself.
"We'll see about that." Nick said turning around and leaving. Greg sighed in relief and uncovered his poem with a sudden inspiration. He wrote furiously, making sure that he finished before anyone else could interrupt him.
~*~*~
After a long day of work, Lilly was looking forward to a little pick- me-up from her secret admirer. She opened her locker and smiled softly when she saw the single lily sitting there. With gentle fingers she picked up the single sheet of paper and opened it.
"Many things will change, but my love for you will remain the same.
Nothing can stop me from feeling the way I do.
Summer will change into fall.
Winter will change into spring.
Leaves will fall and flowers will grow, but I still will love you.
Words cannot express the way I feel about you.
All I know is my heart soars when I see your face.
My mind races with thoughts of you.
I'm in love with you and someday I pray you will love me too."
Lilly's eyes filled with tears of awe. Whoever her mystery man was, he always knew just how touch her heart.
'Lord, I think I'm falling in love. Please, if this is not the man you have planned for me then make these feelings go away. And if this is my soul mate, let him show his face soon.' She prayed silently. Delicately wiping the tears from her eyes, Lilly placed the flower back in her locker with the poem. She had to tell Catherine about the newest composition from her secret admirer.
~*~*~
"Bad news Lilly." Catherine said as Lilly walked into the break room.
"The prints didn't show anything?" Lilly asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"You got it." Catherine said crestfallen, "Looks like this case is over."
"Bummer." Lilly said sitting down beside the older woman. The two sat forlornly drinking their coffee.
"Hey guys." Warrick said walking in, "Man, who died?"
"Our case." Lilly said.
"Man that sucks." Warrick said, "You two were covering the arson, right?"
"Yeah," Catherine said shaking her head, "Gil gave us the one assignment where there were no clues whatsoever."
"You mean you weren't able to find ANYTHING."
"Not a thing."
"Our one set of prints turned up negative."
"Huh, that's weird. Usually in an arson case there's at least a couple set of prints. I even had a case once where the perp left behind a can of gasoline. Any idea who the prints you found belonged to?"
"Yeah, but the guy died the day BEFORE the fire."
"Weird."
"You bet. So now we're back to square one."
"Any ideas for us Warrick?"
"Nothing comes to mind." Warrick shook his head.
"Well what a help you are." Lilly said sarcastically.
"Sorry." Warrick said with a shrug, "But if I come up with anything, you two will be the first to know."
"I could really use some good news right now." Catherine said propping her head in her hands.
"I got another poem today." Lilly said, a smile lighting her face.
"ANOTHER one! That makes...ten this week!" Catherine exclaimed.
"I know." The two women giggled like schoolgirls as they resumed their constant debate over Lilly's admirer.
~*~*~
Okay, this was a pretty crappy chapter, especially the last part, but I hope that y'all at least liked a little of it. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think.
Soon to come on LILLY OF THE VALLEY: Will Lilly figure out that Greg is her secret admirer, will he tell her? What's Nick gonna do? And what's up with those fingerprints from the arson case? Stay tuned to find out.