DISCLAIMER: THIS COLD CASE SHOW AND CHARACTERS DON'T BELONG TO ME EXCEPT MY OWN CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT IN THE SHOW.
I know there are some grammar errors. If you find some errors, please let me know. I would be happy to change that. Also, I know there is a wrong year date. I wrote back in 2012.
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Love Won't Kill…
June 16, 1967
It was hot afternoon for mid-late June, some cars were roaring on the roads, and a bunch of people walking down the streets in front of a tall building. A sign said West East High School. Inside a building was a main lobby and mazes of hallways.
The bell just rang, all students poured out from classes into a hallway. They were screaming, laughing, and cheering. Papers flew everywhere. It was a last day of the school. It was time for summer vacation.
Swerving around the screaming kids, the brown-haired girl walked up to her locker, didn't look excited at all.
"Hey Haley," A blonde girl gave her a short wave as she walked past.
"Hey, Jill," Haley greeted back, watched her vanishing into a crowd of loud and excited teenagers. She found her older brother, Jason who stared hard at her. All he gave her was a contempt look. She felt the cold chill running down her spine. She turned back to her locker, trying to ignore his glare. She still felt his hatred eyes burning on the back of her head. She wondered why Jason still hated her, it wasn't her fault. It just happened. Can't he get over it already? She did try to fix the right thing. She did apologize to him for what she had done.
"Hey, Hal. What's up?" The small curly-head boy approached to her at the locker.
Haley tried to wash away her timorous feeling about Jason, "Nothing, Bryce. Hard to believe this is a last day of the school, I mean I really miss this school."
"Yeah, but we will come back here again for next year. We will be sophomores!" Bryce's green eyes glistened up. His smile was wide from ear to ear.
"Yeah, totally." She said flatly. She wasn't in a mood to celebrate with him.
"What's wrong, Hal?" Bryce asked with a concern voice. He noticed the apprehensive look on Haley's face.
Haley slowly shook her head, "Nothing, I just got a lot of stuff going on in my mind. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
Bryce furrowed his brows as if he was determined that Haley was lying or not, "Um, okay."
"Do you want to grab a burger and milkshake?" Haley changed the subject.
Bryce shrugged. "Sure."
"Let's go." Haley shut her locker and walked along with her friend to the exit.
Two days later, it was a bright, early morning, a few birds flying around overhead. Bees buzzing around everywhere. A yellow sun glowing on the cold and limp, dead body in long wet grasses, the body turned out to be Haley's. Her body faced down, lying alone. Her lifeless brown eyes were opened, staring blankly.
Meanwhile, a detective sighed as he walked into the storage, carrying the white box and placed it on a shelf. Then he walked away. The box read:
Jameson, H. June '67 along with her case number and it sat on the shelf, waiting to collect dust.
45 years later…
Lilly Rush was sitting in her desk, doing her paperwork. Nick Vera shoved a handful of chips into his mouth. He chewed loudly.
Lilly winced when she heard a crushing sound, she let out a frustrated sigh. "Hey, do you mind?"
"What?" Nick said with his mouth full. Chip crumbs fell out from his mouth, he brushed it off his shirt.
Lilly gestured her head toward a chip bag. By the time, Kat Miller walked up to Nick's desk and looked at him in disgusted.
"I thought you are on diet?" She asked.
"I'm off now." Nick waved his chip bag around.
"But you just started yesterday."
Nick shrugged.
"Oh whatever," Kat rolled her eyes. "I knew I should've put money for a bet on you to see if you can do it or not." She teased him.
"Funny," Nick said with an annoyed tone.
Lilly chuckled softly and then she glanced up when a young woman approached to her desk with a concerned look on her face.
"Excuse me, are you guys working on old homicide cases?" The woman asked.
"Um, yeah. I'm Detective Lilly Rush." She offered her hand out. "May I help you?"
"Hi, I'm Jenye Scott. I've been searching for old cases. I'm doing a little favor for my mother."
"Oh okay, please sit." Lilly gestured politely toward the chair. "Who is the victim?"
"Haley Jameson. In June of 1967, my aunt is murdered. No one still catches her killer yet. I would like you to open this case again."
"Um, it has been forty-five years since. Why do you want me to reopen this case all of a sudden?"
"Because I have three daughters, the eldest one in the third grade is doing her project about family trees for her history class." Jenye explained. "I only have an uncle. I never knew I had an aunt until my mother told me. I just found out recently. I would like to know more about her. Like she said, Haley was a wonderful and sweet person they ever met. No one knew why someone wanted to kill her. My mother had a heartbroken about that. She really loved her sister more than anybody and she missed her so much."
Then Jenye pulled a photo out from her purse and handed it over to Lilly. The photo of one teenage girl, Haley and her eight year old sister were grinning from ear to ear toward a camera. They held each other. Behind them, it was a yellow house.
"They were really close." Jenye replied.
"Sounds like a sisterly love." Lilly smiled.
"Oh yeah, Haley was never cruel to her." Jenye said.
Lilly sighed as she put the photo down on her desk, "I'm not sure if I can—"
"Please, detective." Jenye pleaded, her blue sea eyes glittered. "I really want to bring justice for my mother, my uncle, and Haley too."
Lilly fixed her gaze at Jenye hard for a long time. She wasn't certain about it.
"Please. My mother was really dying to find out who hurt Haley. She had been waiting for a long time. She had enough."
Lilly bit her lips momently. Then she nodded, "Okay, I will do it."