Go on - who do you think will wake Lily from her day dream…That's right, you got it.
Thanks to givemecookies and Little Tussi for the encouragement. Best thing about the day ;-)
Always trying to update quickly. Read away…
Coming out of her trance of thinking, Lily looked towards the warm hand of her partner resting upon her shoulder. Tears began to swell in her eyes, forming a soft glistening sheen, attracting his eyes from the file she was creasing through strained pressure in her hand. Anger welled inside her. She did not know precisely who she was angry at this time. Scotty? Jason? Baby Girl? John? Or perhaps even her self? She looked from his eyes back down to the case.
That's all there was in here: Boxes and boxed of unsolved crimes. She just wished that this one had been solved. She didn't want to pain her 'sister's' life again. God knows she didn't deserve it. Sister? Where did that come from? And yet…She was a sister - in all the beat ways. At least for a while anyway…And why not? Lily inwardly smiled. This case may not be so bad after all; I can find her again. Why didn't I think of this before?
"Hey? You okay?"
He had never really shown her much concern before, now she realised. It was more like a passing awareness than caring. She hated that she didn't notice before Christina came along and effectively ruined any chances of…Not even going there. This case was making her soft. In actual fact Baby Girl could have betrayed her just like all the others. With her memory of her, however, she could have been the one thing from her past she was not ashamed of, the one thing to be proud of.
"Lil'? You okay?" He really did seem genuine this time, and she smiled.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking back." She sighed, gazing into the distance.
"You sure?" Ahh the confused look. She mused.
"Yeah!" She livened up. "So this case - high priority."
"Yep. Who would've thought a cold one would go that way?" He smirked.
Nodding, she had to agree. Then again, who would have thought the victim's son would turn into a narrow minded, politically aware, board of directors for the Philadelphia crime lab?
Glancing through the file, she read aloud, "Sidle."
"Was that the suspect?"
"He was cleared." She near whispered.
"Well maybe we should pay him a visit anyway. The crime lab's still running the blood on that knife Langan bought in, but a quick interview can't hurt."
"Not unless you want to go to Sanfransisco. Last know address." She pointed.
"Okay, we'll wait. But this guy Langan is loaded. I'm crossing my fingers that we get to go anyway. Free vacation's always good."
"I wish. You know they'd get us to do work all the time. We probably would get less breaks than we do now."
"And what? He'll put wires on us so he knows we're doing everything he says? We'd be on the other side of the country."
"True. But this is from twenty years ago. He's probably moved address, so don't pack up your trunks just yet." She hit him with the file before slipping it back in the box.
"Who said I need trunks?" He eyed her suggestively.
"Why do you have a bikini?" She headed out.
"Hey, where you goin'? You can't just say that and leave!"
"Watch me." Her laughter echoed as she left the room.
"You're in for it now Rush." He followed her out.
So now you all know who the sister is. Any intake on what Scotty's gonna do? I bet you'll never guess.