Recently, the channel where I watch Cold Case has started showing Season 1, which I'm excited about (Kathryn Morris looks so cute!). Anyways, it's a bit different and you can see were they began slipping ino the format of Cold Case. Kite has made an appearance in one of the shows. (gasp*)

He'd gotten a fair distance away from the office building when he realized he'd forgotten his briefcase. He had turned and when he looked it up, there she was. She avoided his eyes at first, looking off to her right. Her eyes had met his, providing him with a sudden surge of confidence.

The only times they ever encountered each other were in the hallways or, occasionally, in the elevator. She was usually with someone from her team and they uttered one word greetings and crossed each other's paths. The same happened at that moment, but he made his way after her. She was walking quickly, like she always did, as if trying to outrun something.

"You in a hurry?" he asked. His legs were longer than hers and he was almost next to her, but she had turned her head away from his; he couldn't see her face yet.

"Gotta get home," she said swiftly.

He said something about her cats and she smiled, her eyes flickering to his briefly. It was a less than ideal situation, her a few steps ahead, a one way conversation, and he called her to stop. She did, but didn't turn, shoulders sagging with a silent sigh.

He stepped in front of her and her eyes avoided his, sending a rush of impatience through him. He wanted to place his hand under her chin, pull her head up, so that he could look into those eyes, try to see what she was thinking. But he had no right to. He had given that up.

"So. The flowers been enjoying their time in the trash?" he ventured. Sending flowers had never been his thing. As pompous as it sounded, he had never had to. He was also aware that they weren't her thing either and he couldn't help smiling at the thought of her face when she got them.

Her small smile confirmed what he suspected had been the flowers demise.

"Didn't really see you as a flower person," Lilly said. He made a comment about her and she rolled her eyes in a way that made him grin. She moved and before he knew it, his hand was on her arm and she finally looked up, in almost the same way she had looked at him when he had stopped her the first time, just after they had left that restaurant in what seemed like yesterday.

He could tell that she was letting herself go, her eyes wide, staring up at his and he welcomed it. Then, instantly, there was the curtain and she slipped behind it, pulling herself away.

She informed him that she was going to go and, for a second, he considered letting her walk home. And then the phone call flashed in his mind.

It had been a while ago. Her voice had sprung from his phone and it clear that she was drunk; she would have never allowed herself to say that sober. He had listened and, when he finally picked up...she was already gone. He had listened to the message again, the words etched into his head, and her words flared in his head at the moment, as he watched her slowly back away. "I don't want to walk home alone anymore."

"I'll walk you home," he said and a look of resignation flashed across her face. They walked in silence and then her apartment came into view. It was strange, seeing it after so long, the last place he had held her in his arms. She made her way up the stairs and he knew that in a few moments, she would be gone.

He asked her about coffee again; it was a bruise to his ego, the almost begging, but he ignored it. Lilly paused and he leaned against the railing.

"Kite, there's...someone else," she said uneasily. That wasn't what he'd anticipated. What had he expected, that she wouldn't have moved on from him after so long? Was it the guy that had changed her? He didn't know what had happened in her life. The words were a shock, but he found himself strangely calm, years of lawyership playing their role.

"Who?" He asked. She paused again and he stopped her.

"You don't have to tell me. But if you see the guy, tell him I'm not backing down," he said. "Rush, I'm not giving up." He meant it and he could see she knew he meant it, despite the weary look she forced on her face.

"And just so you know," he continued. "There'll be more flowers unless you agree." She scoffed and narrowed her eyes slightly, a glimmer of laughter in her eyes.

"Fine," she said, eyes flying to the sky. He nodded coolly, suppressing the urge to grin like a maniac.

She turned, and opened the door to her apartment. Their eyes met and he caught her small smile just before the door came between them. He straightened, eyes lingering on the door and then slowly walked away.

In one part of my dream, dreamt that I found seasons 2-7 at a store for fifteen dollars. Haha, wishful dreaming.