A/N: I'm sorry for how long it took to get this up, the computers been playing up and then when we got that fixed the phoneline stuffed up! Thanks for your reviews pplz. I have estimated that this story will have between 20-25 chapters but i guess that all depends. PS- Snow Ivy, more concern and anguish from Scotty in this chapter! Enjoy.

Chapter 13- Dream A Little Dream

She couldn't remember how long she had been sitting there, absorbed by her thoughts and the darkness that surrounded her. Her body was aching, she had been leaning against this wall now for what seemed like an eternity. She shivered, she hadn't realised before how cold she really was.

She hadn't had any visitors since the 17 year-old and she was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. for what she had estimated to be about half an hour now she had forced herself to stay awake, afraid of what might happen it she slept. Part of her knew that she was afraid that if she closed her eyes she would never open them again. She had never been afraid to die, she supposed that this just wasn't the way she had envisioned going. But was that all there was to it? Maybe now she had a reason to live.


Scotty hadn't taken care of animals since he was a kid and after he had moved out and become a cop he hadn't really thought about it. He had to admit though, it wasn't half bad. Lily's cats had taken their time in exploring their surroundings and didn't seem to mind the place too much. He had stopped by the supermarket on the way home and picked up cat food, bowls, kitty litter and a litter tray. They seemed to enjoy his choice of food and had devoured it hungrily.

Wearily he walked into the living room and collapsed onto the couch. He hadn't eaten since breakfast but he just didn't feel like it. He had wanted to stay at work and fins something, anything that would help him find her. By that time Vera and Jeffries had arrived and the three of them had investigated every angle that they could think of. Vera and Jeffries, exhausted, had gone home for some sleep at around 11. Scotty had been forced out of the building at a quarter to twelve by Stillman telling him that he wouldn't find anything until he had gotten some sleep. Now he felt exhaustion hit him and pulled himself up from the couch and went to his bedroom.

He changed quickly into his pj's and slid into bed. The darkness that filled the room felt more cold and lonely than ever. He thought about Lily, wondering where she was and what she had been going through. Tears filled his eyes at the thought that he might never see her again. He had pushed that possibility far from his mind, but it kept coming back to him. He was startled when he felt something land on the end of his bed. He looked down and saw Olivia, cautiously edging closer to Scotty. As she got closer Scotty reached out and gently stroked her head. She responded by purring and curling up against him. It calmed him having her there until he remembered that this was Lily's cat and she probably as used to sleeping with Lily like this on a regular basis. Olivia probably missed her too. The tears came back and he didn't fight them off. They were not only of sadness, but of anger and frustration. He was frustrated that he had been unable to find any solid leads that would help him find her and he was angry at who ever it was who was putting everyone through this pain. His sobs shock his body and his heart felt like it was falling apart extremely slowly. He wrapped his arms around his chest, hoping that they would somehow comfort him. But they didn't. Slowly his eyes slid shut and consciousness had slipped from his body.

He woke up yelling out her name with his arms stretched out in front of him as though he was reaching for something or someone. His clothes were soaked in sweat. His heart was racing and his breathing erratic. He tried to remember what had caused him to wake in such a state. He couldn't remember the started of his dream but knew that it wasn't scary, it had been happy. Then his thoughts switched to what he had just seen before he woke up. Lily gasping for air as blood began to flow around her. He tried to lift her off the ground but he couldn't move her, and the blood was getting deeper and deeper. He pulled back by some invisible force and he couldn't fight it. A glass window appeared in front of him and he was forced to watch as the blood had gotten deeper. He had tried to move but he couldn't. He had been forced to watch her drown, drown in her own blood.

He pulled himself out of bed and into the bathroom where he stripped off his sweaty clothes and had a cool shower. He returned to his room where he casually observed that he had been joined by not one but now two sleeping felines. He got changed and set down some more food for the cats before deciding he should probably feed himself as well. He got himself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat it. He headed into the station an hour early, hoping that today they might find her.


Lily had been woken from her sleep by someone coming into the room. Once again she was blinded by light, she had spent so long in the dark that it was taking her eyes a while to adjust.

He flicked a switch on the wall and the room was filled with the dull glow of a low-wattage bare bulb that hung from the ceiling. Lily blinked, hoping to be able to clearly focus on who was in front of her.

"Miss Rush, how are you feeling? I do hope my guys weren't too rough on you." Lily presumed that he said this with a sincerity he didn't feel. His eyes were too cold for him to genuinely be sympathetic towards her.

"It's Detective Rush to you and I would be feeling a hell of a lot better if my wrists and ankles weren't tied together. But screw pleasantries, you don't give a fuck about how I'm feeling. So what the hell do you want?" Sleep deprivation, hunger and anger had overtaken her and right now she didn't give a crap about appealing to this guys better half. She severely doubted he had one anyway.

He was taken aback by her manner but not completely surprised by it. He saw the black eye she had given George, he knew this chick has guts. "I think you know what I want."

"Oh don't give me that rubbish. Just tell me." Her head was pounding again, and her mouth was dry.

"Sharon Gallagher. What do you know about her?"

"Why should I tell you anything at all?" She knew she was pissing him off but she didn't really care.

"Because if you don't you will pay for your obstinacy with your life. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and make a phone call. I'll leave you to think about that. The choice is up to you." He walked briskly out of the room and shut the door behind him. She heard a lock click into place and sighed. At least he'd left the light on. That allowed her to take in her surroundings. The floor was concrete and the walls were brick, but that much she had guessed before. There was a table in the room, it was old and from what she could see covered in scratch and scuff marks. She guessed she was in a basement of some sort. It looked old, the brickwork was not recent. The room was filled with cobwebs and god only knows what else.

Sharon Gallagher. That had been the case she had been working on. What could this have to do with her? There must be something. Special Agent Robert's had been going to fax over some reports about her case. About her being in the Witness Protection Program. Then it hit her. She had never thought to ask whether Sharon had actually testified or not. Whether by 1992 the case had made it to trial yet. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to get out of this now. She didn't know anything about the case that would explain her ending up in a basement. But they didn't know that. She knew they wouldn't believe her, so she decided she would just have to draw them out long enough to allow someone to find her. She knew that they would probably be clueless as to what had happened, but they must had figured out by now that something was wrong. Maybe they hadn't. Maybe thinking that they cared was a delusion that she had allowed herself to believe. At least if it was a delusion it was a pleasant one.