Scottie couldn't believe that they'd been together for a full month already. He was definitely in heaven, and he couldn't get enough of it. Suddenly Aerosmith's I Don't Want to Miss a Thing popped into his head and he shook the song out. He'd more or less moved into her place, wanting to spend as much time with her as he possibly could. He found it hard to believe that she still wanted him after a month. Now, watching her sleep, her head on his chest, him absentmindedly petting Olivia, who was sleeping on Lil's non-human pillow, he was glad she did. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was time to get ready for work. He hated to wake her, she looked so peaceful. He decided that a little extra sleep wouldn't hurt her, and he gently worked his way off the bed, smiling when she reached out for him. "Shh… I'm right here Lily," he murmured squeezing her hand. She relaxed, and he let go, grabbing clothes and heading for the shower. He winced when he turned the water on, sure it would wake her up, but he realized that running water would just sooth her back to sleep. He quickly washed up, letting the cascade of hot water run down his back. When he got out, he went reluctantly to wake Lil up, only to find she was already awake, though still lying in the bed.

"When are you going to learn that you getting out of bed wakes me up anyways? There's no point in letting me sleep," she teased.

"Good morning to you too Lilian." She mock glared at him.

"You know I hate that name."

"Oh right, I'm sorry Lilian," he said, smiling. Her glare, although it was mocking, definitely had the make of a true glare.

"Oh you are going down Valens." He smiled. He knew how to handle this.

"You think you can fight me?"

"Bring it on." He climbed on to the bed with an evil grin on his face, reached for her stomach, and started tickling her. She squealed. "Not fair!" she exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? How so?" However, she was laughing too hard to answer. When he stopped, he leaned over her, taking in her erratic breathing, and her tousled hair and found himself lost in her eyes. He smiled.

"What?" she asked, blushing slightly. He brushed a piece of hair out of her face, leaning down to kiss her.

"You're beautiful." She grinned, embarrassed.

"Yeah, and Jeffries is Elvis."

"I've always wanted to meet Elvis. Little did I know I've been working with him."

She shook her head. "Do you know what today is?" he asked. She smiled.

"You're supposed to forget so I can be mad at you," she mock pouted. He grinned.

"Sorry. What do you think of going out to eat tonight? Some place nice," he asked.

"What you don't like pizza every night?" she teased.

"Go take a shower Rush. You need it," he teased back. She obeyed, grabbing her clothes and heading for a cold shower.

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Walking into the office, Lil Rush frowned at the flowers on her desk. Sure, she knew who sent them, but why? No, not why, but why here? The answer she had once she read the card blew her away.

The flowers are so everyone knows you're special. The chocolates in the drawer are because you're even more amazing then you let every one know. Words can't express what I want them to. I love you and I'll see you at dinner tonight. Happy Anniversary (god that sounds so weird-I can't believe you're putting up with me)

Lots of Love,

YKW

YKW- You Know Who. She smiled. He'd worded the note so that if anybody at work bugged her to see it, she could let them. He wanted her to show off. That pleased her beyond words. She found she had to sit down. First glancing to make sure Jeffries and Vera weren't looking she caught Scottie's eye. She bit her lip before mouthing, "I love you." He smiled, shaking his head, his body language clearly saying, 'not as much as I do you'. Looking down quickly to collect herself, she smiled again. She didn't realize Jeffries had looked up until he asked, "Hey Lil, who's this mystery boyfriend?" She felt rather than saw Scottie's smile. She forced herself not to look at him, knowing full well that as a trained investigator Jeffries knew that as the mark of a conspiracy. Instead, she looked at Jeffries. "Who said anything about a boyfriend?" she asked, playing dumb.

"Cute Lil. Flowers, goofy grin…Do I know him?" Again, she forced herself not to smile at Scottie.

"I don't know, do you?" she teased.

"Fine, keep your secrets. I'm happy for you." She was saved from any farther scrutiny. Stillman, their boss, came out of his office, frowned at the flowers, and then informed them, "We got a case."

"And? Tell us about it." Scottie demanded.

"Well, a twelve-year-old girl, Laura Hilsin, apparently was headed home from a friend's house, lived two blocks apart. She was attacked in an alley, a block from her house. Guy, sexually assaulted her, but never raped her. Took her gold necklace. Happened back in '98. Apparently the girl was in a pawn shop, saw her old necklace, and wanted us to see if we could figure out who sold it, try and finally catch the guy." Lil nodded.

"So, the girl here now?"

"Yeah, she's in my office," he said nodding towards the girl behind the glass. "Go ahead and talk to her." Lil started towards the office, Scottie following her.

"What?" she murmured to him. He shrugged.

"I'm doing this with you."

"I'm fine Scottie."

"I'm doing this with you," he repeated, not caring that his other colleagues, although they couldn't hear them, were frowning at the pair. She shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

"Thank you." They entered the familiar office, Lil walking over to the nineteen-year-old seated in one of the chairs.

"Laura? I'm Lil Rush, this is Scottie Valens. Mind if we ask you some questions?" The younger girl nodded. "What pawn shop did you find your necklace in?"

"The one on Third street, umm… Unlimited Pawn."

"And where'd you get the necklace?" The girl seemed to realize that she was fishing for questions that wouldn't bring up the assault, because she said, "I got it from my mom when I was five. You don't have to baby me." Lil blushed slightly.

"Sorry it's just…I know what it's like to have to relive an attack over and over again, and I hate having to put people through that." The girl glanced up at her, regarding her in a newfound light. "So…How much do you remember from'98?" The girl sighed.

"I was walking home from my friend Katie's and I'd turned down this alley way. I saw the guy sitting against the wall. I thought he was just homeless so I just gave him his side of the alleyway; ya know and didn't think twice. But then he lunged at me, held a knife to my throat and…I think I screamed. He asked me how much cash I had, but I didn't have any, and that of course pissed him off. He tore through my bag, then he turned and tried to get my pants off… I scratched him, and he let go. I started running and he chased me, and I almost got away, but him threw my bag at me and knocked me down. He pulled my pants down, and started to get my shirt off, but I kicked him on the knee hard… and I got away, but he'd snapped my necklace. I ran home as fast as I could. The first thing I did was wash my hands. I was so stupid." Lil placed a hand on Laura's shoulder, reassuring her.

"It's not your fault Laura. Most people react rather than think things through in a situation like that. Between you and me and Valens, I did the same thing." The last was said with a catch and Scottie stood behind her chair, hands gripping the back of it. "So Laura, what can you tell me about this guy? Short, tall, white, dark?" Laura frowned.

"Tall, he was white I think, but he wore a hood. The knife was a collector's idem, jeweled hilt. I think he may have been…"

"drinking, and he had a moustache," Lil finished. Her mind swam with images of her own attack, the fear, trying to fight him…she nearly jumped when she felt the hand on her shoulder, but she realized it was Scottie, and was grateful for the contact. Laura was watching her strangely now. Lil nodded.

"I think we have more in common then gender, Laura. Thank you for your time. I'll be in touch." Laura nodded, and Lil walked out of the room, heading quickly for the break room. Scottie was right behind her.

"Lil," he murmured when they reached their destination. She silently turned into him, not crying, simply letting herself be held. He ran his fingers through her hair, murmuring his comfort. After a while she pulled away.

"We have to pull my 49," she said, her mouth a determined line.

"Lil, you don't have to do this…" He hated the fear in her eyes and the pain she was forcing herself to deal with.

"It's not about me anymore Scottie. It's about Laura, and who ever else he may have attacked in the thirteen years that separate our attacks..." He sighed and nodded.

"Just remember that I'm here if you need me, okay?" She smiled and nodded. She glanced at the door before leaning in for a quick yet passionate kiss.

"Of course. Let's go get that 49," she said, her hunger for justice clear. Scottie smiled.

"You have any idea how much I love it when you go all Justice League?" She laughed, and Scottie was glad she could.

"Justice League? Yep, that's me…Wonder Woman. Let's go Mystery Boy."

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A/N: Hope you like it. This goes to Taintain Wing, who wanted a case file- you got it. Do y'all think that the last bit (the Justice League thing) is out of character? I figured, even if it was, it was funny, so I left it in, but I want to know what you think. Ten imaginary dollars to who ever figures out where I got Laura's name (Hint: ignore the a in Laura.)

Taintain Wing- Especially when she said the horny cocktail waitress line and she so obviously wanted to hurt herself or something and I'm sitting there going "no, he knows you love him, he knows you didn't mean it." LOL. And as mentioned, here's your case file.

Annica- I'm SOOOOO... sorry I didn't get this up on Monday, but to my credit I did say HOPEFULLY. I PROMISE the next one (MAYBE next two) will be up on Friday, MAYBE sooner. Enough MAYBE's for you?

Millie Erdmann- Yeah they are definitely the cutest couple... grins.