A/N This is set immediately after 'The Woods'. I know that for this chapter, the rating may seem a bit steep, but the later chapters are definitely steamy! So I just rated the whole thing as 'M'. It should only be about four chapters long, but please read and review anyway! BTW, my new cat is called Benny. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with this programme. You'd think people would realize that by now, huh?

She didn't want to shoot him. She didn't want to pull the trigger, in case he was right. In case they were the same, and pulling the trigger meant killing a part of herself.

"Lilly." She turned, her eyes widening in surprise. Scotty shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Hey," she said slowly.

Hearing his partner's unspoken question, Scotty shrugged.

"I jus'…" He was about to say 'I wanted to make sure you were really alive', but lost confidence. "I thought you might need a ride." Lilly flashed him an empty smile.


When she moved to get her belongings, her movements were slow, as if all the fight had been sucked out of her. Scotty placed a gentle hand on her arm, ignoring her flinch away from him. Lilly heard his breath catch, and she glanced up at him.

"I'm fine, Scotty," she whispered, managing to convince no one.

He removed his hand. Inside, he was screaming, yelling, tearing down the walls. Cursing George for turning his partner into an empty shell. On the outside, his face remained blank. I'm so sorry, Lil. I should've been there.

The car journey passed in silence. Lilly seemed impossibly small, sitting huddled in his car. Scotty wanted to talk, wanted to tell her it would be OK.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. Lilly didn't reply. The male detective couldn't tell if she was ignoring him, or if she just hadn't heard.

He didn't know what happened in that attic. Part of him really didn't want to, didn't want to know what might have happened to his partner. Scotty was only aware of the present. He clenched his fist, squeezing until his knuckles turned white. If she noticed, Lilly didn't say anything. Mind you, she ain't sayin' anythin' anyway.

Lilly was out of the car as soon as the ignition was switched off. Scotty hurried after her, desperately fighting the urge to pull her into his arms and never let go. A moment later, he was dropping into the armchair, waiting for his partner to return from her bedroom. Appearing in the doorway, having changed into more comfortable clothes, Lilly looked around, suddenly wanting to curl up in the corner and cry until there were no tears left.

Scotty cleared his throat, the emptiness pressing down on him like a heavy weight.

"I should go. Let you, you know…" His voice trailed off. He didn't know what Lilly was going to do.

"Would you like to stay for a while?"

"Nah, Lil. I gotta…"

"Please," she interrupted, speaking barely above a whisper, "stay with me."

Scotty felt his breath catch in his throat as Lilly finally raised her eyes to his. He knew how much that had cost her: she had just placed herself wide open, offered herself up to him. Given him maybe the last piece of her that remained unbroken.

He nodded, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"You got anythin' to drink?" Lilly nodded, grateful for the distraction.

"Coffee. Would you…do you…would you like a slice of pie?"

"What kind of pie?"


"Yeah, Lil. Pie would be great."

As she disappeared into the kitchen, looking as though each step was a huge effort, not even having the strength to raise her head. Is this what I've become? she thought dully. Holding inane conversations with my partner about pie? Lilly sighed heavily, opening the fridge. I think I'd rather just stay silent.

So let me know, you guys, if I should continue or not. Actually, just leave me a review. Please. Oh for God's sake, don't make me beg...