A/N: I know that the chapters have been short lately, and pretty bad too. I apologize for this. When I began the thought process for this fic, it was mainly screenplay like. Typing it as a story has proved difficult, especially since I haven't given as much thought to the middle. So, since suddenly my muse is on over drive, this chapter should be much better.

Thanks for the reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from Cold Case. The Amarias are mine and may be used in later CC fics, so don't steal them.

Chapter Four

Rocket

Scotty went to have another attempt with the grandmother, while Lilly went with Vera and Jeffries to find Jojo. It was cold, so Scotty had slung his scarf around his neck, pulled his gloves on, and buttoned his coat up. He knocked on the door and was greeted by something akin to a tornado. Benita flung herself outside, giving him a gigantic bear hug.

"Jojo!" she screamed. Scotty could hear muffled calls of '¿Quien es, Abuela?' coming from inside the house. The old woman pulled back and looked Scotty up and down, the opposite of her tongue-tied appearance the day before.

"Um, excuse me, ma'am. I'm not Jojo. I'm detective Scotty Valens," Scotty said. he straightened his jacket and looked up at Benita, she looked confused.

"Abuela!" Jessie appeared at her grandmother's shoulder. "No es Jojo."

"Si, es Jojo!"

"Abuela, tu telenovela es en la cocina," Jessie said. The woman stood up strait and walked purposefully towards the kitchen door. Jessie sighed and invited Scotty in.

"What was that about?" Scotty asked, pulling off his gloves.

"I dunno, she forgets her English sometimes," Jessie fell backwards onto a chair and put her feet up on the coffee table. In seconds, her grandmother stood in the doorway with a death glare set on her face. Jessie sighed and returned her feet to the ground, and the grandmother nodded and returned to her soap opera.

"Well, right. I came to talk to her about your parents," Scotty said. He looked around before sitting down on the couch.

"You won't get much out of her, she hated my mother. Thought it was a blessing when she died. But she had this whole problem with my dad dying. Said whoever did it should've spared 'the innocent.'" Jessie said. She leaned her head back and looked up at the ceiling and Scotty jotted a few things down in a notebook.

"Did you ever hear your parents mention the Metora twins?" Scotty asked.

"Nah, they didn't say much about anything except my school life. Which wasn't too bad, since I was a first grader."

"Well, your parents were investigating them. One of them was named Jojo-"

"Hey, no way man. Jojo, the one I know, wouldn't kill anyone. He was a copper through and through." Jessie said. She had leaned foreword, her elbows on her knees.

"It's only one lead. But, the twins were ex-cops. Could it be possible that he lied to you?" Scotty asked. Jessie was silent for a moment, shaking her head back and forth.

"No. And, besides, Jojo wasn't even named Jojo. I just called him that, everyone else called him 'Scott,' or something." Jessie said. Scotty jotted the two names down and opened his mouth to inquire about the whereabouts of this 'Jojo.'

"Rocket?" a shrill voice erupted from the kitchen.

"Abuela, me llamo Jessie. Tu sabes." Jessie called, standing up.

"I know, I know. Only Jojo can call you Rocket," Benita was walking into the room carrying a tray of crackers and cheese. "I just came to give you two some snacks."

Jessie thanked her grandmother and took the tray. She set it down on the coffee table and watched to make sure her grandmother had left.

"She knows I hate that name," Jessie mumbled. Scotty gave her a quizzical look and Jessie sighed. "Jojo called me Rocket. We had a running joke that I'd make it to the Olympics for track. He promised he'd be my trainer when I was old enough. Then, his friend got sick and they had to leave. He never came back."

"Do you have a picture of his friend?" Scotty inquired. He wasn't sure if it was necessary information, but he figured that finding the friend could lead them to this Jojo character. Jessie nodded and left the room. She came back a few moments later and handed a picture to Scotty. Scotty stared at the picture for a minute, surprised, before glancing back at Jessie. She was smirking, as though she had expected his reaction.

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Lilly stood over Vera's shoulder as he filed through the computer data. They hoped that the Metora twins would be in the database, and their hopes proved successful.

"Here they are," Vera said. Jeffries gave a small cheer and threw down the paper files he had been sifting through. The three of them waited as the file printed out and Vera grabbed it. He skimmed the page before handing it to Lilly.

"Is he our guy?" Jeffries asked.

"Nope," Lilly said. "He was in jail. Caught a few days before they died in a bank robbery. His brother got away."

"He's right," Lilly said, reading the file. She sighed and set down the file.

"Lil, wait, look at this. Says here that the robbery went bad because Detective Amaria and his wife were there. So, its because of them that Jojo's in jail. Maybe Rodrigo had a thing for revenge," Jeffries suggested. Lilly picked the file and read it over again. Nodding.

"Let's find Rodrigo," Lilly said, standing up. She grabbed her jacket and scarf and headed towards the door. Vera glanced at Jeffries, who shrugged.

"Hey, Lil, where you going?" Vera asked. Lilly looked over her shoulder.

"To get Scotty."

I apologize to those who don't speak Spanish! Most of the words aren't that hard to figure out. Please RR!