I'm really sorry for not writing for such a long time.There were just no ideas on my mind. And Ialso apologize for this horrible update. It really ischeesy.
Nevertheless, I'd apreciate a lot of constructive reviews.

Chapter Eight: Digging in the Dirt

I'm digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
(Peter Gabriel)

Lilly woke up about seven, feeling a strange, but wonderful touch on her skin. When she carefully opened her eyes she got a view of the reason for that emotion. There lay her partner with his head on her pillow while the other half of his body still sat on the chair next to her bed.

Her head lay at the height of his chest, so that she was able to feel him breathing, but the warm contact she enjoyed the most came from his hand which was holding her hand protectively.
She found that quite odd and girlish, but somehow she really liked it. At high school, she had often watched all those couples holding hands with a critical, almost cynical, but also a little jealous expression because she had never experienced this feeling, not for she had never had a boyfriend, but for her not being able to be that close to someone that way.

Holding hands has always meant a lot to her. It meant that you really know each other, love each other and take each other serious. In her whole life Lilly has seen so many men come and go due to her mother's numerous marriages, but she has never seen that closeness in the relationships of her mother. She was pretty sure that all her mother and her several husbands were thinking about have been sex.

Lilly looked at Scotty with some kind of thankful expression on her face and for some reason she hoped that that moment would last only a little longer, but she was disappointed when the alarm of her clock started.
Scotty moaned a bit angrily. Lilly couldn't help smiling. Scotty reminded her of her cats that way.

"Hey, you laughing at me?" he asked while yawning, but was happy to see her beautiful smile again and he was also happy that she hadn't killed him for lying in her bed.
"Only a little" she replied with a now shyer smile on her lips and looked in his eyes.

Scotty was lost in her deep blue eyes, which were able to tell an amount of stories, and in her smile. She was such an adorable woman. So pretty, so smart – again, he was just fascinated.
She seemed to be more or less happy again and was proud that this happiness was probably his fault.

Lilly just forgot the last months during that very moment with Scotty. She experienced the warmth of his being and, somehow, her inner self became a little warmer as well.
Deep in thoughts Lilly mouthed a small "Thanks".

Scotty didn't need more. He didn't want to talk about the issue, at least, until she started talking. At this moment he was so close to her, he'd probably never be so close to her again. Besides, his instinct told him that she would build up her walls again if he talked about it, now.

Lilly was kind of embarrassed. She just didn't know what to do. She really enjoyed this, but she wasn't really able to define what she was feeling. But was a definition her real wish? She didn't want to feel all that emotions that make her so happy inside. He'd never stand by her if he knew her entire being, if he really knew her. Besides, those feelings would never be felt by Scotty as well. He decided that he wanted Christina, not her, even though she would have helped him. The entire time she had been available, but he hadn't wanted her.
When Christina had told her that she had a relationship with Scotty it has broken her heart. She hasn't known that she wanted to be with Scotty. Sometimes she had had that impression that she had a crush on Scotty, but she always thought it was just because she was lonely.
This feeling made her weak, made her unable to control herself. She didn't want that.

"I think, we're supposed to show up at the department." Lilly said and left the bed.

Scotty noticed that she suddenly tried to avoid every possible eye contact, but wasn't able to find her reason for behaving that way. She had built her walls again.

An hour later, Scotty parked his car at the parking lot of the PPD, when Lilly started to break the silence.

"And what shall we tell them?"
"Perhaps… we tell them the stuff they want to hear" he answered after a short moment of thinking.
Lilly shot him an unbelieving glance.
"C'mon Lil, we tell them we spent the night together. We'll avoid suspicion."
"Are you serious? What about a story that my car has a check and you took me for the right?"
"I suppose they won't believe it, but we can try"

Lilly nodded and Scotty left the car to open the door for Lilly.

When they entered the department a furious Mrs Collins ran to them.

"You're late. I waited for half an hour… If you have some affair with each other that's not my problem, but if you neglect my daughter's case…"
"I'm really sorry for being late, Mrs Collins, but please sit down at my desk and I'll try to answer your questions." Lilly tried to calm Mrs Collins down who murmured some sentences they weren't able to understand and went to Lilly's bureau.

"There you have your suspicion, Lil."

Lilly sat down at her chair and Scotty took a seat on Lilly's desk.

"So, what can we do for you, Mrs Collins?" Lilly asked.
"I know you visited Dr. Franklin, but I hope you don't believe any word that he said. He's a liar. When Hope became pregnant he told me that Hope said something about a Frank who was supposed to be Gwen's father. But he definitely wasn't. Frank was my husband at that time and he never touched my little angel. Never!"