Thank you guys so much for the reviews, they make me wanna write more and more!

So, i have decided to write the whole fic in Lilly's point of view, hope ou guys think thats ok :)

This is probably a rlly bad chapter but yeah i tried, so...

I'll Be Here

The day went on, everyone less talkative then usual. The only words tossed into the air were from Scotty reassuring the rest of us that he was fine and ready to work, that was whenever the question came up in whatever the little conversation was that we were having.

By noon Scotty and i were making our way out of the building into the impossibly cold weather that had settled outside, assigned a 1999 case which had been closed shortly after it had happened, then swept under the rug, until this morning when a new witness had come out of the woodwork and decided to inform us that she had in fact seen a man named, Rick Hamilton in 99 commit the murder of his girlfriend, Julie Carmen. Scotty and i had agreed to go pay this guy a visit, see if we could get him to crack due to this new direction.

We were both struck by an awkward silence as we made our way over to his car. Scotty unlocked the doors and we both got in. He cranked up the heating and i loosened my scarf, we both hadn't said anything to each other since deciding to go question Rick. I couldn't believe he was fine, no matter how much he tried to convince me. The way he looked.. the way he looked at me,
even the way he breathed in my direction was different. There was no way that much change could be good, i was sure of it.

"You know, i know what your going through. You don't have to pretend like it was nothing, you know?." My voice was soft, shaky. I had felt the need to say something, probably not the best choice of words though. I knew he was gonna assume i was babying him, pitying him. I guess i was sorta, but by no means was i doing it on purpose. I looked over to Scotty who was staring at the road, his eyes had lost all signs of sadness and from what i could tell had been replaced by pure fury. Oh crap, I'm guessing i maybe should have been a little less direct.
I cursed at myself. I knew i shouldn't have said anything, but jeez someone was going to have to say something at some point,
right?
"You don't even know what your talking about, Lilly!" His voice shocked me, i don't think he had ever spoken to me like this and i couldn't even remember the last time he had called me Lilly."So don't say you know what i am going through coz' you don't know nothin' about it." His words were harsh but i knew it was my fault for saying something.
I didn't open my mouth after that, I wanted to.. but nothing remotely intelligent came to mind and i didn't want to get him more pissed at me, by saying something that would upset him. I guess i was scared, in a way. Scared? I questioned my own thoughts, Since when had i started being scared of talking to Scotty. Never had i worried so much about choosing the right things to say in front of him and constantly kick myself for saying the wrong. I guess I had realised how much he really did mean to me this last week. Not that i would ever tell him that though, i was sure he must've figured it out by now anyway so what was the point, really?

Within seconds that uncomfortable silence that had dwelled upon us had become unbearable and once again the need to say something worked its way back into my body.
"Your not the only one who's been through rough times Scotty." Shit, and there i go saying the one thing i didn't want to say to anyone, It had always seemed a statement that would give opportunity to too many questions i needn't wanted asked or answered.

I looked over to Scotty who looked to be searching for something to say, the anger was still there, but i felt as though he was too struggling to find the right words to say.
"Scotty," I said quietly.
"Yeah," His response, equally as quiet.
"I'm sorry"
"We're here"
"What?" I said, not the reply i was looking for.
"We are here." He got out of the car, i sat there looking at him walk round to my side, i got out quickly before he reached it.

An instant chill swept through my body as i was greeted once again with the frosty air. Scotty started to walk up the stairs which led to the suspects house. I looked around, the garden needed some serious weeding and the house looked pretty run down.
I shivered once again and walked quickly towards Scotty trying to catch up to him.
"Wait Scotty," I said from behind him. He turned around, his eyes were watery as if tears were urging to be released but he was holding them back.
"I said i was sorry." "I know"
I nodded slowly,"You're not going to say anything back"
"Can't we just get this interview over with," The sadness in his eyes had returned.
I answered him with no words, just turning around and knocking on the door, it was the response he had wanted.

In less then two hours we had taken him into interrogation and he had broken down and confessed to the murder.
I found myself standing in the break room holding a mug of warm coffee to my lips with a splitting head ache. Scotty and i had limited ourselves to conversation of no more then roughly two words. He was pissed at me, he didn't have to tell me. I could tell. I was only trying to help him, but i guess it doesn't turn out as well as planned if the person you want to help doesn't want you to interfere. I understood, if i was in his position i most certainly wouldn't take any crap from him, but i felt as though i just needed to try, you know?

I jumped, nearly spilling my boiling caffeine filled mug on me as i heard the door shut.
"Scotty," I said sounding slightly embarrassed.

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