Post by blairwaldorf on Apr 8, 2010 10:06:19 GMT -5
Title: Free Falling
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Lilly/Scotty
Major characters: Ensemble
Genre: Written like a real Episode; Crime, Drama and Romance
Set somewhere around season 7, but there is no Moe drama in it.
FREE FALLING
May 1, 1984
(Music: Girls just wanna have fun; Cyndi Lauper)
The car was driving down the road much too fast. The two girls in it where squealing excitedly while singing along with the cheesy pop song on the radio. One of them was a natural beauty: black hair, pale skin and full lips. She looked like Snow White come to life. The girl next to here was totally disappearing next to that prettiness, though she might have been good looking keeping different company. Her blond locks were flying around her head as the air that was rushing through the opened window tangled them up.
"Can you believe this, Mary, we are finally on the road!" The black haired girl screamed, predominating the volume from the stereo.
The blonde smiled; a tiny, shy little smile that did not quite reach her eyes.
"Yes, it's amazing." She answered, not at all as enthusiastic as her friend seemed to be. "I still can't believe you just took your Dad's car, Elena. He is gonna be so mad!"
The beauty rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I told you to stop this crap. I'm seventeen, I am allowed to drive on my own." She hesitated for a moment, as if she wasn't sure if sharing the next part of information would be a good idea. Then she went on anyways. "Besides, I don't think my father will even notice. It's just for the weekend, for my birthday."
Mary nodded, then turned her head so her friend wouldn't see the worried, almost panicked look on her face.
A sharp scream sounded through the foggy, starless night. It was loud enough to wake the whole village but abruptly vanished with a soft thud, almost like a stuffed bag falling to the ground from a great height. Someone made his way down an old wooden ladder to find a girl on the floor of a barn, her black hair sprawled all around her. Her lips were still the color of an outstanding red, though the life in her eyes was already gone.
A detective sighed as he looked at the picture of a gorgeous, raven haired girl before putting it into a white evidence box and closing the lid. Unsolved cases with missing children – or young adults, for that matter – were always the worst. To tell the parents that their little girl's murderer could not be caught, to not get them the final close up they deserved felt like an aching pain. All he could hope for was that some day in the future more evidence would turn up and another set of detectives would look at the case all over again.
He switched of the light, leaving the box and the murder in the darkness.
September, 2009
Lilly Rush was sitting at her desk, staring out of the large windows and wondering if this day could become any more boring. She had come in pretty early, hoping for a new case to be opened, since they finished the one of a local drug dealer the other day, but nothing. There was simply nothing. All Stillman had handed her were some forms to fill out, forms about insurance and psychological help and other crap she had no intention of looking into. She was a homicide detective for god's sake, there head to be some investigating she could do. People to be saved or murderer's to be arrested.
Lilly sighed, for at least the hundredth time during the past hour, and thought about getting herself a nice cup of coffee. Right at that thought, Scotty Valens entered the squad room, nodding at the passing detectives and walking straight over to Lilly's desk. She looked up at him in confusion.
"Is everything alright?" She was slightly concerned because normally he never walked over to her at first thing in the morning. But when he smiled down at her and pulled a cup of Philly's finest coffee out from nowhere, placing it on her desk, a smile that reached her eyes formed on her lips.
"I thought you might need some coffee – real coffee, not the crap we have in homicide." He winked before turning and making his way over to his own desk.
"Where's mine?" Vera asked, looking up with a mock offended look on his face.
Scotty didn't even look at him when he answered. "If you grow yourself a nice blond ponytail and dress up in a dark-blue blouse, I might get you some, too."
Lilly's cheeks turned beet red while Vera murmured something under his breath. He might have said something out loud, but – fortunately at least for Lil – a woman walked up to them, nervously playing with a strand of her blond hair.
"Are you guys detectives?" She asked, not meeting their eyes for more than a few seconds.
"Yup." Vera nodded, pointing over at Scotty. "And that's the one who's got it for the blond ladies. You should talk to him." He devilishly smirked at Scotty before getting to his feet and snatching Lilly's coffee from right under her nose.
"You don't need it anymore, got a witness to talk to." He pointed out, nipping any kind of revolt coming from her in the bud. Lilly gave him an icy stare, but got up and walked over to the woman who had become even more edgy after Vera's comment.
Lilly smiled at her with as much friendliness as she possessed and led her over to a place a little more private to talk. "Sorry about that." She said while walking, "his behavior was totally out of place." Lilly pulled out a chair and the woman took a seat thankfully.
"Thanks…" she started, then looked up at her opponent, realizing she didn't even get the detective's name.
"…Detective Lilly Rush." Lilly introduced herself, extending her hand.
"Mary Avery," the blonde introduce herself. "I'm here about my friend, Elena."
Lilly nodded while searching for a pen. She could have sworn there had been one in her pocket this morning, but now it was gone. She excused herself and stood up to get one, but nearly smacked into Scotty when she turned to walk out the door.
"Ball-point pen?" he asked, standing so close his face was only inches from hers. Lilly took a step back and grabbed the pen out of his hand.
"Thanks." She said, furrowing her brow in confusion. What the hell was up with her partner this morning? The way he had acted since he got to Headquarters…
Lilly re-focused her thoughts, away from the strange behavior of her partner back to the case she hoped to be on really soon. No more paperwork for her today!
She returned to Mary Avery and realized with another odd feeling in her guts that Scotty was following her over there, too, already introducing himself.
Stop it, Rush! She ordered herself. The guy is your partner. Of course he's following you.
Lilly sat down and started writing on her notepad. "Alright, Mrs. Avery, you wanted to tell me about Elena?"
"It's Miss," the blonde answered with a small smile. "And yes, I did. Elena and I were – well, you could call it friends – back in 1984. She went missing one day and never returned. Her clothes did, though, so they said it was murder. But neither the body nor the doer was found." She sniffed, trying to blink away her tears and Lilly placed a hand on her arm to give her some comfort. It was always hard for friends or family members to talk about their death beloved ones, but this woman seemed so small and fragile she was actually astonished she didn't start crying.
Scotty handed a handkerchief to the woman and pulled a chair over to their table to sit down himself. "You said she went missing one day. Do you know which day exactly it was?"
Miss Avery sniffed, than nodded and turned to face the other detective. "I do, indeed. It was May 1, it was her birthday."
This is my first attempt at writing a Cold Case Fanfiction EVER. I hope you enjoyed reading and please comment away, cause that's what every writer needs the most: Feedback.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Lilly/Scotty
Major characters: Ensemble
Genre: Written like a real Episode; Crime, Drama and Romance
Set somewhere around season 7, but there is no Moe drama in it.
FREE FALLING
May 1, 1984
(Music: Girls just wanna have fun; Cyndi Lauper)
The car was driving down the road much too fast. The two girls in it where squealing excitedly while singing along with the cheesy pop song on the radio. One of them was a natural beauty: black hair, pale skin and full lips. She looked like Snow White come to life. The girl next to here was totally disappearing next to that prettiness, though she might have been good looking keeping different company. Her blond locks were flying around her head as the air that was rushing through the opened window tangled them up.
"Can you believe this, Mary, we are finally on the road!" The black haired girl screamed, predominating the volume from the stereo.
The blonde smiled; a tiny, shy little smile that did not quite reach her eyes.
"Yes, it's amazing." She answered, not at all as enthusiastic as her friend seemed to be. "I still can't believe you just took your Dad's car, Elena. He is gonna be so mad!"
The beauty rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I told you to stop this crap. I'm seventeen, I am allowed to drive on my own." She hesitated for a moment, as if she wasn't sure if sharing the next part of information would be a good idea. Then she went on anyways. "Besides, I don't think my father will even notice. It's just for the weekend, for my birthday."
Mary nodded, then turned her head so her friend wouldn't see the worried, almost panicked look on her face.
A sharp scream sounded through the foggy, starless night. It was loud enough to wake the whole village but abruptly vanished with a soft thud, almost like a stuffed bag falling to the ground from a great height. Someone made his way down an old wooden ladder to find a girl on the floor of a barn, her black hair sprawled all around her. Her lips were still the color of an outstanding red, though the life in her eyes was already gone.
A detective sighed as he looked at the picture of a gorgeous, raven haired girl before putting it into a white evidence box and closing the lid. Unsolved cases with missing children – or young adults, for that matter – were always the worst. To tell the parents that their little girl's murderer could not be caught, to not get them the final close up they deserved felt like an aching pain. All he could hope for was that some day in the future more evidence would turn up and another set of detectives would look at the case all over again.
He switched of the light, leaving the box and the murder in the darkness.
September, 2009
Lilly Rush was sitting at her desk, staring out of the large windows and wondering if this day could become any more boring. She had come in pretty early, hoping for a new case to be opened, since they finished the one of a local drug dealer the other day, but nothing. There was simply nothing. All Stillman had handed her were some forms to fill out, forms about insurance and psychological help and other crap she had no intention of looking into. She was a homicide detective for god's sake, there head to be some investigating she could do. People to be saved or murderer's to be arrested.
Lilly sighed, for at least the hundredth time during the past hour, and thought about getting herself a nice cup of coffee. Right at that thought, Scotty Valens entered the squad room, nodding at the passing detectives and walking straight over to Lilly's desk. She looked up at him in confusion.
"Is everything alright?" She was slightly concerned because normally he never walked over to her at first thing in the morning. But when he smiled down at her and pulled a cup of Philly's finest coffee out from nowhere, placing it on her desk, a smile that reached her eyes formed on her lips.
"I thought you might need some coffee – real coffee, not the crap we have in homicide." He winked before turning and making his way over to his own desk.
"Where's mine?" Vera asked, looking up with a mock offended look on his face.
Scotty didn't even look at him when he answered. "If you grow yourself a nice blond ponytail and dress up in a dark-blue blouse, I might get you some, too."
Lilly's cheeks turned beet red while Vera murmured something under his breath. He might have said something out loud, but – fortunately at least for Lil – a woman walked up to them, nervously playing with a strand of her blond hair.
"Are you guys detectives?" She asked, not meeting their eyes for more than a few seconds.
"Yup." Vera nodded, pointing over at Scotty. "And that's the one who's got it for the blond ladies. You should talk to him." He devilishly smirked at Scotty before getting to his feet and snatching Lilly's coffee from right under her nose.
"You don't need it anymore, got a witness to talk to." He pointed out, nipping any kind of revolt coming from her in the bud. Lilly gave him an icy stare, but got up and walked over to the woman who had become even more edgy after Vera's comment.
Lilly smiled at her with as much friendliness as she possessed and led her over to a place a little more private to talk. "Sorry about that." She said while walking, "his behavior was totally out of place." Lilly pulled out a chair and the woman took a seat thankfully.
"Thanks…" she started, then looked up at her opponent, realizing she didn't even get the detective's name.
"…Detective Lilly Rush." Lilly introduced herself, extending her hand.
"Mary Avery," the blonde introduce herself. "I'm here about my friend, Elena."
Lilly nodded while searching for a pen. She could have sworn there had been one in her pocket this morning, but now it was gone. She excused herself and stood up to get one, but nearly smacked into Scotty when she turned to walk out the door.
"Ball-point pen?" he asked, standing so close his face was only inches from hers. Lilly took a step back and grabbed the pen out of his hand.
"Thanks." She said, furrowing her brow in confusion. What the hell was up with her partner this morning? The way he had acted since he got to Headquarters…
Lilly re-focused her thoughts, away from the strange behavior of her partner back to the case she hoped to be on really soon. No more paperwork for her today!
She returned to Mary Avery and realized with another odd feeling in her guts that Scotty was following her over there, too, already introducing himself.
Stop it, Rush! She ordered herself. The guy is your partner. Of course he's following you.
Lilly sat down and started writing on her notepad. "Alright, Mrs. Avery, you wanted to tell me about Elena?"
"It's Miss," the blonde answered with a small smile. "And yes, I did. Elena and I were – well, you could call it friends – back in 1984. She went missing one day and never returned. Her clothes did, though, so they said it was murder. But neither the body nor the doer was found." She sniffed, trying to blink away her tears and Lilly placed a hand on her arm to give her some comfort. It was always hard for friends or family members to talk about their death beloved ones, but this woman seemed so small and fragile she was actually astonished she didn't start crying.
Scotty handed a handkerchief to the woman and pulled a chair over to their table to sit down himself. "You said she went missing one day. Do you know which day exactly it was?"
Miss Avery sniffed, than nodded and turned to face the other detective. "I do, indeed. It was May 1, it was her birthday."
This is my first attempt at writing a Cold Case Fanfiction EVER. I hope you enjoyed reading and please comment away, cause that's what every writer needs the most: Feedback.
