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Chapter 10-Repercussions

Scotty wasn't altogether certain how they had made it home in one piece. Both he and Lilly were pretty wasted from all the wine they had drunk. For some reason he wanted to say it had been two bottles worth…and the check hadn't been a very pretty sight afterwards.

For the remainder of the evening Lilly and Scotty had been silent towards one another, each caught up in bitter thoughts. They had basically finished the meal and wine before deciding, with a little help from the host of the restaurant, that it was time to head home. Unfortunately for Scotty that meant returning with Lilly to her place, and he swore she had bitched about her sister most of the way.

"Did you know you're an asshole?" asked Lilly as she put her key into the lock.

Scotty merely chuckled. "Look who's talking. You're not the Ice Queen, you're the Queen Bitch."

"Fuck off."

"Fuck me."

Lilly snorted and pushed her door open, barely managing to keep herself steady. "You wouldn't be any fun, Valens. I'll take a rain check."

"I'd be ten times better than Kite," returned Scotty as he locked the door shut.

"And I would be twenty times better than Chris."

"Guess we'll never know."

"You might have if you hadn't brought Chris up."

"I didn't bring her up, Lil, you did," replied Scotty edgily as Lilly used his good arm as a balance to take off her heels. She rolled her eyes and tossed her shoes on the couch.

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not," pouted Lilly heading towards her room in the dark with Scotty on her heels.

"Did too."

"Did not!"

Scotty grabbed Lilly by the arm and turned her towards him. Before she could protest he brought his lips down on hers and wrapped his arms around her waist. Lilly balled her hands into fists, but soon found them enclosed around Scotty's neck trying to pull him closer to her.

Deep in her mind Lilly knew the wine was doing all the thinking, but her body was desperately trying to ignore the warning bells that had been triggered. She wanted this to happen.

Scotty's pent up emotions took hold as he hungrily moved his mouth down to Lilly's neck. He let his hands roam up and down her lithe figure, as he felt her own move towards the front of his shirt. Scotty grinned as Lilly loosened his tie and began to work on the buttons of his shirt. He took her invitation and began to pull the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

The moment the dress and shirt hit the floor, the two officers fell onto the bed. Lilly struggled with Scotty's belt before he finally came to the rescue. She grinned in her drunken stupor as they both tried to pull down his pants.

"You laughing at me?" whispered Scotty nibbling on her ear. Lilly giggled as she pulled his hands behind her back.

"I might be," she murmured into his ear before nuzzling his neck. Scotty chuckled and quickly undid the clasp of her bra. The silence took over as Scotty moved his lips from her neck to her breasts to her stomach. Ever so slowly he slipped Lilly's last remaining undergarment down her legs.

With bleary eyes Scotty gazed up at his partner, and swore he saw two of her. He didn't want to admit he was drunk, that would mean this little incident wasn't real. Or something along those lines, he reasoned as his lips found Lilly's once more. And he desperately wanted to believe that this was happening.

Lilly moaned in delight as Scotty deepened their kiss. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the here and now while Scotty returned his mouth to her neck. And as though she were possessed by something other than alcohol, Lilly felt herself relax for the first time in years. Scotty maneuvered himself between her legs, and Lilly allowed him to enter.

This was definitely the best date she had had in a long while. If only she could remember what had transpired at the restaurant.

The Next Morning:

Lilly groaned as she heard her alarm go off. She fumbled with the buttons until the sound turned off. She blinked open her eyes and felt like screaming in frustration. It seemed as though there was a sledgehammer pounding around in her head. Lilly sighed and tried to make her body sit up. In the back of her mind she vaguely remembered the date from hell…and the two bottles of wine at the restaurant.

After about five minutes Lilly managed to get herself in a sitting position. She shivered and pulled her sheet around her as she tried to think. Something was very wrong. Lilly glanced down at her bed and had to stifle her scream as she caught sight of a very naked Scotty passed out beside her. This was definitely not good.

"Dear God, can things get any worse?" she muttered to herself as she managed to push herself off the bed. Lilly slowly walked over to her bathroom and locked herself inside. She grabbed her bathrobe and pulled it around her body as she tried to figure out what had happened after the date. She knew they had had sex, but what she couldn't decide was why. Hadn't she been mad at Scotty when they left the restaurant?

A smile formed on Lilly's lips as she eyed her medicine cabinet. She opened it and pulled out some aspirin. She opened the door to peer back into her bedroom and snorted in derision at her partner. It seemed Scotty was still out of it. Lilly slipped from the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen. She found a glass and filled it with water. As she swallowed her pills, she felt a plan forming in the back of her mind.

Lilly quickly filled a small pitcher with cold water and returned to her bedroom. She walked over to Scotty's side of the bed and pursed her lips in thought. Maybe she should be kind; after all, his headache was going to be as bad as hers. But the more she thought about their date, the more she figured he deserved what he got. With that in mind Lilly poured the entire pitcher of water onto his head.

Scotty yelped in shock the moment the water hit him. He sat up like a dart and moaned in pain as his head tried to comprehend the water and aftereffects of the previous night's liquor binge. Scotty glared up and came face to face with Lilly. She didn't look very pleased at him.

Looking around he knew he was in her room. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on the watch again. I was bit out of it last night," he murmured sleepily.

Lilly simply rolled her eyes. Scotty wasn't so bright in the mornings. "That's the least of your worries," she snapped.

"What the hell is your problem, Lil?"

In reply Lilly simply threw the covers off Scotty and watched in triumph as he tried to cover his body back up. "Get it, Einstein? We got drunk off our asses last night!"

"Jesus Christ, Lil! What'd you do to me?" demanded Scotty gathering the sheet and wrapping it around his waist.

"Me? What about you? I don't remember much, but I bet you instigated this whole…whole mess!"

"Right, blame me. If you hadn't been a frigid bitch last night this might have not happened."

"Fuck you." Lilly tossed the pitcher onto the bed and header over to her closet. She rummaged around for some clothes as Scotty tried to look for his on the floor. He cursed in anger when he found Lilly's cats sleeping on his good pair of pants and shirt.

Things weren't looking so good anymore.

At Homicide:

Vera nudged Jeffries the moment Lilly and Scotty entered the department. The two officers were walking as far apart from each other as possible.

"Looks like they aren't talking," murmured Vera as Lilly went straight for her desk and Scotty headed towards the break room.

"I don't even want to know," said Jeffries as Stillman walked out of his office.

"Vera, Ms. Ford is downstairs. Think you can manage to help her find her way up here?" asked Stillman.

"Sure thing, Boss. One demented woman coming right up," replied Vera cheerfully.

"Is something wrong with Rush and Valens?" asked Stillman noticing that Scotty and Lilly weren't speaking.

"Seems like it. I'm not asking about it either. Lilly's been in a bad mood all week, I figure it's the living arrangements."

"Aw." Stillman nodded in understanding. Minutes later Vera returned with Angela Ford at his side.

The eighth wife of Paul Glenrose was without doubt a looker. She had long dark brown hair curled in perfect curls and eyes so blue it was impossible to believe they were her natural color. She wore a black mini skirt and an off shoulder shirt to match. From the heels to the perfect display of make-up, Angela could have been an example of a stripper with style.

Lilly eyed her latest suspect carefully. She had a feeling that Angela knew something and only wanted an audience around to artfully spill the beans. "Alright," announced Lilly. "Let's get this show on the road."

Inside the questioning room Lilly stood against the wall as Scotty took a seat across from Angela. The current Mrs. Glenrose was already batting her lashes at the young detective in a seductive manner.

"Mrs. Glenrose," started Scotty avoiding the woman's gaze. "You failed to mention that you are one of Paul Glenrose's eight wives. Is there a reason for this?"

"Honey, it's hard enough to admit that I'm married…but to someone as old as Paul? Please, I'd be labeled as a gold digger. And I just can't stand to be gossiped about," answered Angela smoothly.

"Well, by withholding information, you've just become one of our top suspects. We know all about the Victor-Laura-Paul triangle. Where did you fit in?"

Angela practically purred as she leaned across the table to place a well manicured hand atop Scotty's own. "I fit in everywhere," she whispered huskily.

Lilly shook her head in disgust. It looked like she would have to play the bad cop to get anything out of the woman in question. Lilly plastered a smile on her face and stalked over to the table.

"Back off," she said darkly picking Angela's hand up off of Scotty's. "I think you've become a distraction, Valens. Take a walk around the block. I'll take over from here."

Scotty shrugged and quickly vanished from the seat. Lilly took a seat and crossed her arms across her chest. "I want you to tell me everything you know…leave anything out and I find out about it I'll rip your hair out, capuche?"

Angela pouted. "You're no fun. I like your partner a lot more than you."

"He's gay. Now spill, I don't have all day."

"Fine." Angela gave a theatrical sigh before speaking. "Victor didn't kill Laura. Trust me. I studied psychology briefly…if he had killed her he would have snapped by now. The freak was completely in love with Laura. God only knows why too, she was a real whore. Worse than me, I'll even admit it. I doubt Megan did her in either. The kid was too young to know about murder. Laura was Meggie's role model. She worshipped the ground Laura walked on. Made me positively sick. I can vouch for Paul though. He was with me the night of the murder. Before we were married, I'll have you know."

"Funny, I thought Paul had been with his wife. Wanda. Laura's mother." Lilly furrowed her eyebrows in deep thought.

"Nope. Paul and Wanda went separate ways the night Laura was killed. But I had a good suspicion as to where she was."

"I'll bite, where was Wanda?"

"With Carl Green." Angela gave a grin as Lilly rubbed her forehead. Her headache was returning.

"Laura's boyfriend?"

"The one and the same. Kind of kinky, isn't it? Laura did her brother and father and some guy she met in Vic's brothel. Vic and Paul both did me. Wanda did Carl. And now Meggie's even doing Vic. We could be a blockbuster hit, you know? And if you wanted to change careers you could play the part of Laura."

"So I've heard," murmured Lilly standing up. She headed towards the door, feeling Angela's gaze follow her the entire way.

"Vic isn't sane anymore. I've known that for years. His little fiancée is in denial because he's worth millions. I'd be careful if I were you, Detective," warned Angela on a more serious note. "He'll come for you. He's been without Laura for years now…he'll want to marry the angel of his dreams and raise the perfect family. He didn't kill Laura then, but with everything he knows now…I wouldn't put it past him to try and kill her spirit. Meggie knew that too, that's why she never mentioned your likeness for Laura. Vic snapped seeing you, he wants revenge."

"For what?" Lilly turned around and swore she saw fear in Angela's eyes. "Laura betrayed him. Betrayed his trust. She went to the Feds. Laura was turning her family in for their…unorthodox ways. The case never progressed because Vic disbanded his brothel and Paul hid his wives in the woodwork. But they're still out there waiting to get him. Vic's always been one step away from the slammer since Laura's death. He wants to get even with her. Laura didn't love Victor. She didn't love Paul either. Nor did she love Carl Green. Laura wanted out. She claimed rape, assault, neglect—the whole enchilada. She was out to destroy her family the night she died. She was supposed to meet an agent that night…but she never made it."

"How do you know all this?"

Angela gave a weak smile. "I know I'm a slut. I got sucked into the Glenrose family. But Laura and I were friends once. I was the one who told her to go to the Feds. I guess that's why I'm with Paul today. I figure I should suffer for bringing on her death. I want justice for Laura…and for all of us in this screwed up family. You better bring them toppling down, Detective. The storm has barely begun."

An Hour Later:

Lilly, Scotty, Vera, and Jeffries were all silent as Stillman finished up his phone call. "It's confirmed. Laura did go to the F.B.I. before her death. They haven't been able to gather any substantial evidence to bring in any of the Glenrose's for anything. It's a dead end for them too. Unless we crack the case," sighed Stillman.

"What happens if we crack the case?" questioned Scotty wearily.

"The Feds are hoping the murderer will break down and air some dirty laundry."

"Great," muttered Lilly. "It's up to us to nail the entire family. You know that bringing down the mafia would be a hell of a lot easier than this, don't you?"

Vera chuckled. "Well, there's still hope. You and Valens have a date with Carl Green. You better bring a tape recorder so I can hear the fucker admit he was having an affair with his girlfriend's mother. This whole case is one screwed up love story gone wrong. Everyone was doing everyone else."

"Carl might be the final piece of the puzzle," pointed out Jeffries.

Lilly sighed. "I hope so; I'm so damn tired of this case. Even if we get the murderer and Paul Glenrose gets taken in…we still have our MIA."

"Yeah," agreed Scotty shaking his head. "Lil's still in danger with that nutcase on the loose. We need to get that guy to make an appearance so I can kick his ass."

"I don't care what Victor's status is by the end of the week, I want Scotty out of my house," replied Lilly blatantly ignoring her partner.

"Date that bad?" asked Vera with a small chuckle.

"Don't even start with me," threatened Lilly. Scotty scowled and refused to meet his coworkers' eyes.

Stillman raised his eyebrows in concern but decided to ignore the issue. It wasn't worth pushing right now; they had other things to worry about. "Why don't you two go chat with Mr. Green and see if we can't fill in the blanks," he suggested. Lilly and Scotty were uncharacteristically silent as they left the room.

"We need to talk, Lil," started Scotty as they headed out of the office.

"Not here and not now. We're working, remember."

"Then later. But we need to discuss what happened," snapped Scotty.

"And we will. But I don't think you want me to kick your ass in front of all the reporters do you?" returned Lilly icily.

"Might as well. You told Angela I was gay, I wouldn't put it past you to kick my ass anyway to just prove a point."

"Stop being such a baby," hissed Lilly as they braced themselves to race over to their vehicle.

"Make me."

On the Other Side of Town:

Carl Green nervously peeked out from behind his locked door as Scotty and Lilly waited for him to answer. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice cracking with fear.

"Homicide. Detective's Valens and Rush. We want to talk about your relationship with the Glenrose's."

"Again?"

"Yeah, again," shot back Scotty. "You have a problem with that?"

There was no answer, save for the sound of the apartment door being unlocked and opened to allow the detectives access to the home of Carl Green. The man was a mousey creature, with unruly hair and thick eye glasses covering his brown eyes. He was still wearing flannel pajamas and a bathrobe.

"Did we wake you?" Lilly pursed her lips in thought as she studied the man standing before her. Carl didn't speak. He stared at Lilly and opened his mouth several times, but no words came out.

"La—Laura?" he stammered, his face turning pasty. Scotty noticed the beads of sweat on the man's forehead, but it was too late to do anything. Carl Green fainted in a heap on the ground at Lilly's feet.

"That's it," she muttered darkly. "I'm never questioning another suspect again without first getting a picture of the deceased victim. This is starting to get ridiculous."

"You're telling me," sighed Scotty. "You're not even as pretty as Laura once was."

"Excuse me?" demanded Lilly placing her hands on her hips.

Scotty flinched as he realized what he had said. "What I mean…well, you know…I really liked that dress you wore last night."

"I am so not talking to you right now."

"So what else is new?"

A/N—Alright, I'm really not sure how this came out…I don't know that I like how this chapter went. I debated for an entire week if I wanted to play the story out this way, and as you can tell, I did. But I'm going to warn you ahead of time, this chapter with Lilly and Scotty is necessary for some future ones. Other than that, I hope you guys like this one. Enjoy!