Disclaimer: I don't own anything from cold case, but Jessie's mine and may be used in future CC fics.

A/N: Thanks to everyone for all the lovely reviews, they really keep me going. Please review this chapter, too. I'm kind of mad at it, since I thought it up while Elisa was still alive. Originally Elisa played a main part in this chapter, but I changed it now that she's gone. I hope you like it.

Chapter Five
Remember Me?

Scotty grabbed a cookie off the tray and took a bite out of it. He hadn't felt so confused since Elisa's death. Running to Chris had seemed to be the answer, the solution. But now, everything was rushing back into him. He couldn't let it, he had to push it away. He had a job to do.

"What's her name?" he asked. He was trying hard not to recognize the picture. His little act since the beginning had gone uncaught by Jessie, he hoped. Perhaps he could keep it up.

"Elisa."

Perhaps not. Scotty dropped the cookie and picked up the picture. The couldn't be the same person. He wouldn't let them be. But the nicknames, the memories. The promises. They were all there. Hidden in the back of his memory. In a place he had blocked away. A past he didn't want. Full of lies. Broken promises. And the two lights he'd had, Rocket and Elisa. A little sister and a friend.

"What's Jojo's full name?" Scotty asked. Maybe it was a different Jojo. A different Scott. Maybe his memories were still safe. But the picture. Him and Elisa on the basketball court.

"Scotty Valens."

Something in Scotty shattered. A shield he had built to keep those years out. Bad years, especially for Elisa. She had been struggling when Jessie came, she'd been like a cure-all. A panacea of inner torment. It was amazing how much the smiling face of a little girl could accomplish.

"We're still gonna go to the Olympics, Rocket. I promise," Scotty mumbled. A tear trickled out from under his eyelid and his hand quickly shot up to catch it as it fell. A precious diamond in the residue of broken flesh.

"Where is she?" Jessie asked, taking the picture from his hands. Scotty watched her, closely.

"When I heard about this job, you wantin' to know what happened to your parents an all, I remembered. I didn't need this to... to help. I just, didn't want to remember. You know?" Scotty picked up his cookie and took another bite.

'Where is she?" Jessie asked again. She was tracing her finger around the outline of the two smiling people in the photograph. Scotty stared at her. He didn't want to say it, not to Jessie. She was broken enough as it was. He sighed and leaned forward, about to speak. There was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it, Abuela," Jessie said. She walked to the door and stopped. She turned to Scotty. "Who did you replace her with?" She didn't let him answer, just let him think. She didn't want to know. She opened the door, the picture clutched in her hand. Those familiar words floated to Scotty's ears. But it was the wrong voice.

"Is Scotty Valens here?" Lilly Rush's voice. Not Elisa. Scotty could remember the days when he and Jessie were plotting for the Olympics. Elisa would come to the door, looking for him. Him and Rocket. For a basketball game with the neighbors.

"Yep, he's here," Jessie stepped back from the door. Lilly looked inside at Scotty and smiled.

"We've got something," She said. Scotty stood up and followed Lilly out the door. "Jojo Metora isn't our Jojo, but he was in jail the day the Amarias died."

"How does that help us?" Scotty asked. They were walking down the road, talking. Something Scotty missed, something he couldn't have. Not with Lilly. Not as long as he was with Chris. There was always the chance that he would slip up, tell Lilly what was going on. And he wanted to, but she'd just try to understand. Chris didn't. Chris didn't pretend that she knew what he was talking about, she just let him talk.

"Rodrigo was at the bust. It was a bank robbery, and the Amarias stopped it," Lilly snapped Scotty out of his thoughts. He couldn't drown himself in self pity, not as long as he had a chance to find out who had taken away Jessie's family.

"So, we've got motive. Revenge," Scotty said. "Where is Rodrigo?"

"In the neighborhood, that's why we're walking. He lives two streets away from Jessie," Lilly said. They turned a corner, onto the street. Two streets away. Scotty took a deep breath, and stopped walking.

"Lil, I found Jojo," he said. Lilly stopped a few steps after and turned to look at Scotty. He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. He flipped through the pictures of him and Elisa until he came to the duplicate of Jessie's. He pulled it out of the plastic cover and handed it to Lilly.

"You?" she asked. Scotty nodded. "Did you know when we took this case?"

"Yeah, Lil. I remembered when I heard the name Amaria. I just, didn't want to remember," he said. He looked down at the sidewalk, trying to make out all of the different patterns that ran along the concrete.

"Why not?"

"It was a bad year for Elisa, that's why I left. She needed to go to the hospital, and we had to move. I had to go," Scotty blinked. The memories were flooding into his head, he could see himself on the basketball court. One on one against Jessie. And Elisa on the bench, cheering him on.

"You want to talk to Rodrigo tomorrow? Take the rest of the day off, to think?" Lilly asked. Scotty looked up. She wasn't trying to understand, she wasn't saying that it would be okay, she was just offering him what he needed. He nodded and headed in the direction they had just come from, leaving Lilly standing alone on the sidewalk.

She looked down at the picture that was still in her hand. It was Scotty and Elisa. First Stillman, then Scotty. This case was just getting weirder and weirder. Lilly sighed and put the picture in her pocket.