Title: The Case of William Black

Author: A.Mind.of.Disturbed.Current

Rating: M

Pairing: Ali McCormick/Simon Ross

Disclaimer: I do not own Cold Squad and I make no money from this story.

Summary: COLD SQUAD. Sophie can't accept the finding that her father's disappearance was likely suicide and pleads with Sgt. McCormick to take on her father's case. Post 02x13 "Bobby Johnson".

Author's Note: There is a disturbing lack of Cold Squad fan fiction around, which is really weird since it's such a great show, so I figured I'd write some myself. Oh, and I selected the title because many of the Cold Squad episodes are titled according to the person whose case the team is working on. So I figured I'd stick close to that. Actually, it's more like I'm terrible at coming up with titles and couldn't think of anything better. Oh well. Please review and let me know how I am doing.

Chapter One

Sergeant Ali McCormick sat at her desk sorting through her messages. Out of five, four were from the same woman who had been persistently calling for quite some time now. Normally, Ali wouldn't duck calls, but for the most part, the woman called when she was in the middle of a case and didn't have the time to deal with her, and she wasn't motivated to make time for it either. She had located the file the caller indicated and flipped through it, and it would likely be a waste of time.

However, eventually, she knew that she would have to return the call and tell the woman that she couldn't investigate such an obvious case, particularly because there was no new evidence to justify such an investigation. And she had no excuse not to call right then and there, the Bobby Johnson case was over, the American courts would take care of Ray Farrell despite her screw up.

Detective Eddie Carson was less than pleased with this result, he didn't even want to see a child killer like Farrell executed under the death penalty, but Ali's unease had nothing to do with that. The bastard would likely get exactly what he deserved, and she, unlike Eddie, had no problem with that.

What bothered her, were her own actions, which robbed them of all chance of having the case tried in Canada. If Logozzo hadn't shown up, she knew that there was a decent chance she would have done what she had threatened and executed Farrell right there in the bathroom. If she had never gone to his home, she wouldn't have threatened him, Logozzo wouldn't have stuck Farrell's head in the toilet and they would have had a shot at trying the case.

And then there was Inspector Ross, her boss. She couldn't begin to figure out what their relationship was anymore. The two of them hadn't even had dinner yet, was there even a relationship? And after her screw up…

She shook her head; there was no point this speculation. Every time she did that in a relationship, she tended to get herself into trouble, and at this point, it was possible that she was allowing herself to do so to postpone returning those calls. She picked up the message sitting on top of the stack and reached for the phone. It started to ring before she even touched it.

"Sergeant McCormick."

"Sergeant, you haven't returned my calls."

"Oh, this is Sophie Black?"

"Yes, I've left several messages—"

"I know, I'm very sorry about not calling you back, I've been quite busy. You might not believe me, but I was just about to return your call."

"You're right, I don't believe you."

At least she was honest. "Well, I've read over the case file you indicated and—"

Ali bit her lip, fighting the urge to smile as she spotted Ross strolling through the department and clearly headed her way. Likely as not, he was there to complain about something else she had done that made his job harder, not that she did these things for that purpose, but when the results weren't good, intent mattered precious little in most circumstances.

Despite all this, and the confusion surrounding their relationship, she couldn't say that she wasn't at least a little glad to see him. She was confused, but certainly interested.

"Hold on a second," she said to Sophie, and held the receiver against her shoulder as Ross entered and perched on the edge of her desk.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, meeting her gaze and then looking away as he so often did.

"Trust me, it can wait, it's nothing urgent."

"Well, in that case, would you like to have dinner tonight?"

She didn't have to think about it too hard, the only way she could see the confusion lifting was if they moved forward, and actually talked about it. "Sure."

"Alright then," he stood up, "I'll meet you after work?" At her nod, he smiled and walked out of her office, pausing in the doorway for a moment, "See you then." and continuing on his way.

Ali watched him head back up stairs, passing Logozzo on the way. Once he was out of sight, she remembered that she was on the phone and lifted the receiver back to her ear, "Ms. Black?" There was no answer. She dropped the phone back into its cradle, she knew that wouldn't be the last she heard from Sophie Black, but the next time, she'd likely be angrier. She smiled to herself; dinner was something to look forward to.

"What are you so happy about?" She looked up to find Detective Tony Logozzo grinning at her in that infuriating way. "You know," he said, smirking, "I just saw Inspector Ross and he was looking quite pleased with himself."

"Tony, don't you have work to do?"

He leaned against the door frame, "So, you and Ross, huh? I never would have figured him for your type."

Ali folded her arms and glared at him.

He raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, I get it, it's none of my business."

"Damn right," she muttered, as he walked away.

Later that day…

Tony stuck his head into Ali's office, "Hey, McCormick."

She looked up from the paperwork she was preparing to be filed, "What?"

"You got a visitor upstairs."


He shrugged, "I don't know. I'm staying out of your business, wasn't that what you wanted?" She rolled her eyes and headed upstairs.

A woman, probably mid- to late-twenties, was sitting on a bench and definitely looking a bit lost or impatient by the way she was looking around, but she was the only one waiting. Ali had a feeling she knew exactly who this was. She walked over to her, "I'm Sergeant McCormick, can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm Sophie Black, coming to see you seemed to be the best way to have you take me seriously. Now will you take my case or not?"

"Look, Ms. Black—"


"Right, Sophie," she sat down beside her, "I have taken a look at the case file and I can't see coming to a different conclusion than the investigating officers did, unless you have some new evidence that I don't know about. Do you have new evidence?"

"No, but I know that he would never have killed himself, my father loved my mother and I, he would never…" She started to cry.

Ali patted her back, "I know it's hard to accept, but sometimes people feel like they can't cope and choose to end their lives, sometimes there's no indication that something was wrong. More than ten years have passed—"

"I think he was murdered, by my mother."

"There's no evidence to suggest—"

"They didn't even investigate her! They just took one look at his past, did as much investigating as they felt they had to and ruled it a suicide! But I know she did it."

"Why don't we go downstairs to my office? I've got the file, we can talk there, alright?" Sophie nodded and followed Ali, who closed her office door behind them. "Now, why would you think your mother killed your father?"

"In most families it's the father, in mine, it wasn't like that. My mother was violent, when she got angry, she hurt…people." She looked at the ground.

Ali flipped through the case file, frowning. "Why didn't you tell Officer Lee about this when you were interviewed?"

"She would have killed me too. I was so scared. Please, Sergeant, I know she killed him."

Ali caved, there was no reason that she couldn't look into this and put the poor woman's mind to rest, and if Sophie was right, make sure that justice was done. "Alright, I'll look into it myself, but I can't promise anything. Do you have your mother's current address?"

"She lives on Willow Road, number 519. Do you need her phone number?"

"No, that's alright, I'll see her in person." Ali scribbled the address on a pad of paper. "I'll call you if I have any news or questions."

"Thank you so much Sergeant."