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. Please review and let me know how I am doing.

Chapter Nine

Ross lay sprawled out across his bed, on his stomach, his face pressed firmly into the pillow. His clothes lay all over the floor, literally where he dropped them, along with the bedcovers. He was bare to the waist, wearing nothing but the pants he had been wearing when he fell, not even socks, his bruised back completely exposed.

He groaned starting to stretch before the pain hit him and he remembered why he shouldn't try to move around too much. He turned his head so that his face wasn't buried in his pillow anymore and he could breathe properly again. He really didn't want to get up, he knew it would make the pain worse, but he was definitely not going to spend another day in bed, two days lying on his front was quite enough, despite doctor's orders. It was simply too boring.

They had spent what seemed like hours poking and prodding, scanning and x-raying and in the end had come to the same conclusion he had. And after having the back of his head stitched up, he'd finally been released. He really hated hospitals and was just lucky they hadn't tried to keep him longer because of the head trauma he suffered.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for the bottle of pills on his bedside table. He took a couple and stood up carefully, trying to avoid causing himself further pain as much as possible. He grabbed a pillow and walked into the bathroom.

Normally, he'd just grab a quick shower and be on his way, but presently, a hot bath proved much more appealing to his aching body. He perched on the edge of the tub and turned on the water, waiting for it to fill up. When the tub was full, he shed his remaining clothes, and gingerly lowered himself into the steaming water. He grabbed the pillow and used it to cushion his back as he leaned back, submerging himself almost entirely; only his face remained above water. He allowed his eyes to close and started to relax.

Ross lay there, completely still, for a while, then he sat up and ran his fingers through his dripping hair, pushing it back off his forehead. He smiled slightly, remembering the feeling of Ali's fingers against his skin. He shook his head, he knew it wasn't a good idea to think too much about Ali, but it wasn't easy. He'd known he was attracted to her for a while, she was a beautiful woman, and even that he was interested in her beyond that, but he hadn't expected to fall for her so fast, they hadn't even been on a date yet, and yet, he found himself feeling much more strongly than he could have expected. He hoped she felt the same way about him, but he found it difficult to tell. He really didn't want to mess this up.

He worked shampoo through his hair, then conditioner, dunking his head under each time to rinse his hair clean. He picked up the bar of soap and worked up lather, washing his skin clean. The water had cooled by the time he finished and pulled the plug. He climbed out of the tubas the water drained. The pain wasn't gone, but between the painkillers and the hot water, he was feeling significantly better than when he woke up.

After towel drying his hair, Ross walked into his bedroom and slipped into a clean suit, no tie though, he couldn't be bothered. He smoothed down his hair with his fingers and put the pill bottle into his jacket pocket before leaving his apartment. It was time to get back to work.


The case file wasn't on his desk anymore, in it's place there was a report. He sat down behind his desk and glanced down at it. It was a coroner's report. The corpse in the basement had been positively identified as William Black using dental records. The cause of death could not be determined; the level of decomposition was just too high. That wasn't a good sign, without a cause of death; they couldn't be certain whether it was suicide or murder.

He looked up and Ali was standing in the doorway holding a file, "Looking for this? I'd heard you were back." She walked in, "I thought you were supposed to be at home?"

He smiled and stood. "Couldn't stand it anymore."

She noticed he was holding himself stiffly. "Um, how's your back?"

"Sore, but that's to be expected. So, did you solve the case while I was gone?" he asked.

"It's coming together. You saw the coroner's report?"

"Yes. But it still doesn't explain what happened to William Black."

"No, but Sophie did." She sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He walked around and took the other one. "She's not entirely sane, it took hypnosis to get the real story out of her" Ali began, "When her father went missing, she found him in the basement, her mother never went down there, and it's very well hidden, so no one knew. She blamed her mother for what happened and came to hate her. The story about the abuse wasn't true, her mother was perfectly normal."

"So…she came to believe her mother murdered her father, and kidnapped you because she thought you could see something that she couldn't?" Ali nodded. "Where is she now?"

"Institutionalized, at least until trial, but I can't imagine she'll see jail time."

"No, she's not in her right mind." Ali got up to leave. "Wait," he said, "Would you like to have dinner sometime?"

"Sure."

"How about when this case is wrapped up?"

"Sounds good."

He smiled to himself; this was one time he intended on working overtime to get all the paperwork squared away as soon as possible.

The End.

Author's Note: Well, this is the end. I hope that everyone reading this has enjoyed doing so, and I do intend to write a follow-up piece (or two, they still have to have dinner, don't they? ), but I'll be doing at least one other story for a different fandom first, while I gather my ideas.

Thank you freitazal, for reading and reviewing regularly, I appreciate your feedback.