Sorry people. Got a little hectic back there Lol. I made a complete ass of myself at that party. Itell you now that having tripple vodka in your cheeky vimtos is not good. ;-p I'll try make the next few chapters worth the wait.
Scotty woke to find his neck and back aching like hell. There was a faint smell of burnt toast and cats in the air. Warily he opened his stinging eyes. Looking around the cold room, he noticed that the kitchen light was on. That means Lil's awake, it was off last night. Glancing at his wrist watch, he saw that they still had hours before they had to go. What was she doing up already?
Last night had been difficult for her, he knew. She had talked a little about how she had called Christina and told her she forgave her. To which Chris' response had been to ask who it was and where had she put her sister. There were definitely two sides to Lily Rush. Maybe George had gotten to her after all. Great, now he was thinking about her. He thought he was past that.
And yet, he knew he wasn't. When George got Lily, he saw that he didn't want to loose her. He didn't want to take any chances. When he realized that she could be gone forever, it hurt him more than with Elisa. He was always taught the first of everything would be the hardest, so why was the experience so much more terrifying the second?
Then he noticed that he had been looking. He had been taking glances, making sure she was still there. Protecting her in unrecognisable and undistinguishable ways. She never knew, she would never know. She hates to be looked after. But why? So many questions, never any answers. Until last night. And then he wasn't concentrating much on the words, but the woman who was speaking them.
The conversation had turned to when they would be leaving in the morning.
"You know it would probably be easier if you stayed round mine or something." Wow. He didn't quite mean to say that out loud. Yet why not? It would be easier.
"What?" Her head jerked towards him, voice in shock.
Good question. "I'm not asking you to sleep with me Lil'." It just gets worse. He laughed.
A blush threatened to take hold of her face. "I-I don't know Scotty." She was sceptical.
"Hey, forget I mentioned it." He was quick to say.
Yet he stayed there. They talked a little about the case and he closed his eyes one too many than he should have. Arguing with Lil' without fatigue was useless, with was just plain stupid. So he said he'd just pick up his stuff in the morning. Quietly, incase Lil' had gone back to bed, he made his way home. And the whole way his thoughts never left her, even with him never becoming conscious of it.
Next: Scotty returns. Oh and btw this wasn't my exact idea. It kind of got lost along my neural pathways. Lol.