Title: Family Heirloom- or not. By: ForensicsFreak1988

A/N: Well, I did PROMISE, promise, didn't I? I think actually that this story might be nearing its end with the info I present it this chapter. I might be able to spread it out a little, and maybe add some Lil Scottie Fluff (wait- I've been doing that all along, haven't I?), but we'll see. Well, ya'll know the drill by now, I don't own them, but I'd like to. My birthday's coming up so maybe if I'm a good girl…(hint, hint- wait you don't own them either do you?)

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"Are you sure Lil? I mean, doesn't it seem weird to you that this necklace would show up at crime scene THIRTEEN years after it went missing? What are the odds of that?"

"Not very good. I realize that it's weird, but the evidence log is here and everything."

"Lil…Are you sure it's your necklace?" Lil's jaw clinched, and Scottie fought the urge to wince. She stared at him, disbelief in her eyes.

"I'm going to forget you asked me that Scottie."

"I'm sorry. But, are you?" She nodded, turning the evidence bag so that he could see the LR on the back of the cat.

"It's 14 karat so it was pretty easy to crave them with a nettle. I always loved this necklace, and I figured, with all my eight-year-old logic, that if I put my name on it I wouldn't lose it. For all the good it did me." Scottie smirked.

"So how did your necklace end up at Laura's crime scene?"

"Well, we know that there's the almost certainty that we were attacked by the same perp. This may just be the evidence we needed to prove it. Think about it, the only logical explanation is that this John guy dropped it when he…went after Laura."

"Yeah, but that still leaves the thirteen years apart issue. Why would the guy have something on him from thirteen years ago?" Lil sighed.

"Who the hell knows? We should hand this over to Vera and Elvis. We're not really supposed to be on my case." Scottie ached his eyebrow.

"Right. Let's think it through a little more. Besides, their out in the field right now anyway."

"Where are they? I thought they didn't have much to go on." Her hunger to be it the 'loop' was obvious, and for some reason, Scottie was saddened by it. He gave her a humorless smile.

"I think they actually went to talk to Laura's parents." Lil scuffed.

"Do they actually think they'll find something?"

"Who knows? They might," Scottie admitted. Wrong move.

"Oh, come on Scottie, this is a serial. How often does something turn up on a personal level?"

"Can't hurt," Scottie said. Once again, wrong move.

"CAN'T HURT! Oh right, it can't hurt to make the victim relive the trama, over and over and over again! Never mind that she can't remember anything besides what she's already told you! Never mind that she wakes up to nightmares every time she tries to remember! Never mind that she's only ten years old… We've got to get justice. WHERE'S THE FRIGGIN' JUSTICE IN THAT?" Lil trailed off, losing steam. It was then that she saw Scottie's eyes, overly damp, and the self-loathing expression on his face. "I'm sorry, Scottie. I'm not mad at you." Scottie fought hard to fight back tears, and almost lost.

"Not Lil," he said, his tone completely deflated. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that he attacked you in the first place. I'm sorry that you had to go through that. I'm sorry that I wasn't there to stop George from making you relive it. I'm sorry that you had to kill him. I'm sorry I'm not what you deserve. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY." Scottie lost his fight with the tears, and they streamed silently down his face, leaving him to his guilt. They didn't get far. Lil reached over, wiping them away, and after making sure that no one was looking, kissed him.

"You're right. You're not what I deserve. You're so much more. But, I'm not going to argue if you won't." He pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head.

"Ya know, I could stay like this for a while," he murmured into her strawberries and cream shampoo. She laughed, pulling away reluctantly.

"Me too. Unfortunately, we still haven't figured out how Laura ended up with my necklace."

"Well Rush, if I was John, I'd keep the necklace too." She tensed a little at the thought, and then her eyes widened.

"What if that's it? What if John…"

"God Lil, this guy was obsessed with you."

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I realize that was short and I'm sorry. I had to watch the Without A Trace premiere ( and CSI of course). Did anybody else watch WAT? If so, HOW CUTE WAS THAT ENDING? Anyways, your responses:

Nix- You… worse then me? How the hell does that work? Oh god, don't even get me started. All my friends hear (about my fics) is "OMG Nix updated yay!" or "Nix killed Jake" or "Nix is just awesome" Okay, I'm definitely rambling. In my defense it is almost midnight. Oh, and I like that deal- A LOT! And awesome title!

rudaxf- Thanks. A ton. Here's what happened next; my fic went down hill. Poland? Awesome. I'm internationally known. COOL. (apparently I'm also a dork)

justawriter- Okay, I just went BALISTAC. I was like, HUH? How's that work? Warrick- Married- to… not Catherine? Who took over the writers' room? And I was reading this fic the other day and it was good- until Catherine was all ' I didn't want Warrick any way- I want Grissom' NOT FUNNY!

kawaii-peach14- HEY! That's one of my first Cold Case reviewers you're talking about! LOL. Nobody got it so… whatever. Anagrams are tricky, but I like to do them if I need to make up a character, so if you read anything else of mine…WATCH OUT!

Wow, definitely going to sleep.