A/N- Here's a little tip for you, if eyes creep you out like they do me (I'm like Rachel in Friends, seriously), then don't watch Minority Report. It's a great film, but it really grossed me out! Anyway, now that's said, thank you all for the reviews on chapter one. I'm glad you're liking this so far. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Spoilers for "Stalker". This is set post-Stalker; Lilly can't bring herself to go back into the observation room where she was shot. I know technically she asked Scotty to help her by saying "hey", but she didn't say it exactly. Just go with the case they're working on, I didn't want to have to come up with a whole case just for one chapter. It's kinda OOC, sorry. Flashbacks in italics.

Disclaimer: I'm running low on disclaimers right now, so it'll just have to be the basic: I don't own Cold Case, or anything Cold Case related.

Help Me

"Hey, Lil, Jeffries and Vera are on their way here with Stephen McCarthy," Stillman said, walking towards Lilly's desk. "Has denied any involvement in his wife's murder, apparently." Lilly nodded, barely acknowledging her boss.

"Want me to interview him?" she asked, still not looking up from her desk.

"No, I need you and Scotty to observe, see if you notice anything off about him," he explained. "We know he was there the night she was killed, so it seems he'd know at least who else was there, if not who actually killed her." Lilly looked up and met Stillman's eyes.

"I'll be able to notice anything off if I interview him, boss." Stillman nodded.

"Maybe so, but I'd rather you not interrogating yet," he replied, turning to walk back to his office. Lilly stood and followed him.

"I've been back a week, you don't have to protect me. I'm fine!" she said, trying to disguise the anger in her voice. Stillman stopped and turned back to face her.

"Then observe," he said simply, before retreating into his office and closing the door. Lilly sighed, knowing she couldn't avoid it for much longer.

"You ready?" Lilly looked up as Scotty approached her. After her conversation with Stillman, she'd moved to the comfort of the break room, hoping a coffee would settle her nerves.

When she didn't reply, Scotty took a step closer. "Lil?" She hesitated before shaking her head.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear. She placed her mug back on the counter and stepped around him, walking out of the room. Scotty watched her leave, wondering what was up, and wishing she'd open up to him. He took a deep breath and followed his partner towards the observation room.

Lilly watched Vera and Jeffries follow McCarthy into the interrogation room. She slowed down when she reached her desk, trying to find something to distract her, but failing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Scotty come up beside her and stop.

"What is it?" he asked quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I can do this alone if you'd rather."

She shook her head. "It's okay, I just need a few seconds. You can go in without me."

"I'd rather wait," he replied, not taking his eyes off her face. Talk to me, Lil, he thought. Just say 'hey', remember?

Turning to face her partner, Lilly let out a shaky sigh. "Let's do this," she said, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. Scotty followed close behind her as they walked across the office. He was ready to grab her if she tried to bolt, demand she tell him what was really going on. As they reached the door, she placed a hand on the handle and started to push the door open. As the inside of the room came into sight, Lilly screwed her eyes shut, feeling the memories come flooding back.

"Shoot me!" Lilly yelled as Ed "Romeo" Marteson raised the gun and pointed it towards her. She could feel her heart racing, and her breath quicken, as she yelled for him to shoot. She couldn't hear anything but her own voice and the deafening sound of her heart, and the room seemed to fall away so there was only the two of them left. She could vaguely remember calling Scotty and letting him know where she was.

"Shoot me now!" She heard herself shout. The sound of the shot brought the room crashing back around her, and she gasped as she felt pain in her right shoulder. She was sure there was another shot, maybe even more than one, but everything seemed distant as she felt her back make contact with the cold wall. She tried to keep herself standing upright, but failed and ended up sinking down towards the floor.

"He got me," Lilly muttered, staring straight ahead. She felt someone beside her, putting their arms around her. Scotty. He came. She asked him to come and he came. She heard him yell for the paramedics, the desperation evident in his voice even though she felt so distant.

Lilly opened her eyes to see a concerned Scotty in front of her. She panicked, suddenly wondering if the flashback was not actually a flashback. She looked around, taking in the office and the lack of pain in her shoulder, relieved to realise she was okay. She noticed the observation room door was now closed, and that somebody was talking to her.

"Lil? Hey, Lil, are you okay?" Scotty's voice was laced with concern, matching his face, and his hands were gripping her arms securely. Lilly looked up into his eyes, her breath uneven and ragged.

"Come on," Scotty said, moving to put his arm around her shoulders and lead her towards the break room. He shook his head at Stillman and Kat, who were watching the partners carefully, to tell them not to interrupt just yet. He quietly closed the door behind him, so not to spook her, and lead her over to the couch. She sat down slowly while he poured her a mug of coffee and sat down beside her. He held the mug out and she took it, but placed it on the floor by her feet.

"Lilly, what happened out there?" Scotty said gently, slipping his hand on top of hers. Her eyes flicked down to look at their hands, but she didn't pull away, much to Scotty's surprise and delight.

"He was there again," Lilly said after a long pause. "Ed was there." Scotty let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and pulled her in closer to his side.

"He's gone, Lil. He's dead now."

"I know. It's just that room." She pushed away from him and stood up, moving to the other side of the room. Scotty hesitated before following her.

"You need me, just say...hey," he whispered.

"I'm fine, Scotty. Just give me a minute, and we can do this," she replied.

"Lil...."

"I'm fine!" she snapped, stepping away from him. Scotty sighed, sensing his partner begin to clam up again.

"You know what, fine! You want to keep this all bottled up, then great, you're good at that." He walked across to the door. "I'll see you in there."

She watched her partner leave, the door slamming behind him, and sighed loudly. Why do I always do that to him? she thought, shredding the edge of a poster stuck to the wall. She waited, hoping he'd come back in, but knowing it was unlikely that he would. She walked towards the door, resting her hand on the handle for a moment before bringing herself to open it and walk out. She glanced towards the interrogation rooms, then around the bullpen, before noticing Scotty standing by the lockers. She took a deep breath and walked towards him.

Scotty glanced up as she approached.

"I didn't mean to snap," he whispered as she leant against the wall next to him. He looked around at her.

"Okay," Lilly replied, smiling slightly. She looked away and closed her eyes.

"You just...you gotta start trustin' me, Lil." She nodded.

"I know." Her voice was quiet and he had to lean forwards to hear her clearly. She looked back at him.

"Will you..." Lilly drifted off, pausing for a moment. "Will you help me?" she asked finally, her voice cracking slightly.

Scotty pushed himself away from the wall and took her hand gently, giving her plently of time to pull away. He smiled when she didn't even flinch at his touch.

"Anytime," he said, and led her towards the observation room.

Lilly felt relief wash over her as she walked with Scotty, not caring about walking across the office holding his hand. She didn't need to be scared, because he would help her. She wasn't alone, because he was there for her.

OK, that went a little off track in the middle, but started and ended pretty much how I wanted. Except the last couple of sentences, they may have been a bit out of place. They're hard to write in-character. Seriously. A review would be lovely. I have some things happening the next few days, but I'll try get the last chapter up as soon as I can.