Title: Spitfire

Author: Nat

Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in Jerry's sandbox, while he ain't looking.

Rating: PG

A/N: Just a bit of a drabble, on one Lilly Rush, some observations by her partner, Scotty (and maybe some revelations too)

Cheers,

Nat

Damn, she's a feisty one!

When I first thought about working cold cases, I thought it was bogus. Dead end cases, some dating back 30 odd years. I mean how in the hell are you suppose to solve a case that is so old, you weren't even blessing the earth with your presence when it happened?

But I soon discovered perks to working the cold ones.

Lilly Rush.

Now she would be one of them.

Lilly Rush was pure unshakeable lightness. Blue eyed beauty, blonde haired goddess. Tough, stubborn badass full of feminine TNT and enough punch to knock you into next week, wrapped up in a soft, curvy frame radiating feminine pride and self assured confidence. She is walking, hand to toe, sex appeal, with a wicked playful side and she's not afraid to have it out with the boys either.

I reckon half the boys in Homicide would lie down and die, just to have a chance with her and yes I admit it, I'm right there with them.

I've never seen anyone go at a case with as much aggression as Lilly, she's all spirit, every case she tackles, she tackles it hard, fast and without mercy.

Lilly Rush,

What a spitfire.

fin