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Missing Love	By : SisterWine Category: 1 through F > Cold Case Views: 1032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Lilly Rush and the Cold Case team belong to Meredith Stiehm. I make no money from this nor do I wish any harm or slandre against this series. The OCs, including the ME and Tom Cort, are my own inventions. THIS WORK IS FICTION

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 9
- 10
- 11
NOTE: I do NOT advocate rape, kidnapping, torture or even murder. I am a fan of the programme and as such wish to convey my take on the premise of Cold Case. Not everything has a happy ending or even beginning and middle. This story is merely for the love of the programme and genre it was done in.

Stillman walked in to the room where Shannon and Jessica sat and talked. He closed the door behind him and stood against the wall, out of the way. He waited for their eyes to be on him before he spoke calmly. "A new development has just opened up, in the case." He looked at Shannon and could tell she was not in the mood for any "new developments" that didn't lead to Cory coming home safe and sound.
Shannon took a ragged breath. "You found Cory?" She held her breath as she feared the worst but released it as Stillman shook his head.
"Justin was just brought in. He was driving Cory's pickup. He was coming to see you, Shannon. Possibly to take you back to Vince." He spoke softly, in his usual monotone voice. "Any idea where Vince might have Cory?"
Shaking her head and folding her arms on the table to rest her head against as Shannon cried out of stress.
John sighed inwardly and grabbed the empty chair that sat neglected, in the far corner of the room, and placed it to sit next to Shannon. "We're doing everything we can to find Cory, safe and alive, but we need your help. I have a detective questioning Justin, as we speak. Anything you could give us, or Jessica," he glanced over at the other woman, who watched intently, "would be an even bigger nail in Vince Parker's coffin." He sat facing her but didn't touch her as she continued to sob. After a minute, Stillman got up and walked over to the door and opening it. He came back a minute later with a fresh box of kleenex and placed it down beside her, on the table. "Shannon?" Again, his voice was calm, almost a whisper as he offered her the tissue.
Taking a deep breath and sitting up to dry her eyes with the offered tissue, Shannon swallowed and regained composure. "All he knows is that compound. He told me, he spent his whole life there. He got real good at moving around with no one seeing him." She wiped her eyes and took another deep breath as she stared at the table's edge.
Nodding, Stillman shifted in his seat. "Did he ever mention his family? What happened to them?"
"Just that his dad was one of those End-Of-The-World types. His mama was very controlling. Once, he caught me looking at a photo he had on his dresser but, he put it away and told me we were his only family, now." Shannon shook her head but didn't look at him.
Jessica thought. "He told me... oh, something about his mom and a basement room. Like, he hated it down there, or something." She shrugged as Stillman and Miller both looked at her.
Kat cocked her head to one side. "Ever been down there? Know where it is?"
"No. Sorry. Cory spoke of it once but Vince silenced him. He never brought it up again."
Shannon wiped a tear as it tried to slip down her cheek. "Justin knows. Chances are, Vince is hiding out at the compound but, he'd have to have new food and supplies. If he has Cory, that's probably where they'd be.
~~~
The Compound, 1961
Vince and Shannon lay on a bed of soft furs. Vince on his left side, stroking Shannon's arm, as she lie on her side in front of him, facing away from him. Bother were under the heavy fur blanket, naked and sweaty from sex. His elbow stabbing the downe pillow as his hand held his head up to look over her shoulder. "I've always wanted a woman who could please me. I knew I made a good choice, finding you." The fingers of his right hand traced small circles, lovingly, on her right forearm. "A man has needs. A woman, a family. Raise my boys right here."
Shannon sobbed quietly. "Please, let me go home. This is not my family." She whispered as she stared into the dark bedroom she had been chained to for the past six months. She gasped as he grabbed her arm and forced her to roll onto her back and look at him.
"You could learn to love me. Our children. This will be your home, now. You ain't gonna need anyone else." His gravelly voice had turned from soothing to cruel as he placed his free hand at her throat. He caught sight of a tear as it slid from her eye, and wiped it away. His crystal eyes seemed to glow in the dark of the room. He leant in for a kiss and growled softly as she tried to turn away but he corrected her and grabbed her jaw to keep her in place.
Shannon whimpered softly as her mouth was forced open and his tongue sparred with hers.
"I could be everything you need. This could be your palace. Right here." Vince whispered. "I know every inch of this place. You'll never have to go hungry. All I'm asking is that you be my wife." He kissed her again, tenderly. A hand stroked her left breast gingerly, making her whimper in pain as she was still sore from giving birth to Justin five months prior. It was a miracle he had witnessed firsthand. He had been proud to be a father and wanted to be a man, unlike his father. He had tried to court Shannon, prior to taking her but she wasn't interested in him. He was fascinated by her beauty and her interest in the wildlife of the mountain area. His patience had worn thin quickly and he resorted to kidnapping as she informed him of her departure. When his simple, affectionate gestures weren't returned, he sighed and rolled off of her, growling under his breath as the baby cried.
Shannon sat up and turned away from him, discreetly wiping the tears that fell. She gasped as she felt his hand on her back, shoving her out of bed to tend to the newborn. She sat on the end of the bed and nursed, knowing that he was watching her. The ankle chain heavy on her right ankle was a constant reminder that she would never escape. "What should his name be?" She asked in the quiet of the predawn hours.
Vince propped himself against the heavy wood headboard and stared at the slendre silhouette at the end of the bed. "What?" He asked, drowsily.
"You haven't given him a name, yet. You can't keep calling him 'baby' or 'boy', can you?" Her voice was soft, hoarse from crying but she turned her head and spoke over her shoulder. She had despised having a child with him. Not that she wished harm on the baby but, had wished she couldn't have children at all. It had broken her heart to hear Vince's plans for them and their future she didn't want. Shannon had barely known what to do and had recalled her aunt's handlings of her two children, as a guide. Armed with only a little knowledge, she still found herself tiptoeing around not only Vince but the baby, as well.
"Justin Aaron." Vince moved and crawled to the end of the bed to watch her finish and place the baby on her shoulder, patting him, softly.
Shannon shivered as she hadn't any clothes on and swallowed the lump in her throat as she turned to find Vince sitting next to her. She finished burping the baby and wrapped him in the baby blanket Vince had had from his own childhood and placed Justin back into the handmade crib, a few feet from the end of the bed, which was the length of her chain and stood there, watching the tiny face sleep. Shannon flinched as Vince came up behind her and draped his red flannel shirt over her thin, pale shoulders. She closed her eyes and trembled as he kissed her shoulder before leading her back to his bed.
They slept for only a few hours before the baby woke again and demanded attention. As she woke and sat up, she noted that Vince was awake and not in the room. The upstairs had been open and used as a main bedroom. The only rooms that were upstairs were small, compared to Vince's.
Shannon nursed Justin and discreetly looked around the room for Vince to be lurking. After not finding him, she decided to test the length of the chain by walking as far as she could, to look over the top of the balcony, and down into the main living space of the cabin. She found him outside, gathering firewood for the coming winter. She watched him but turned away as he had started to come back in, arms full of wood. A photo caught her eye that she hadn't noticed before, sitting on the tall five-drawer dresser, on other side of the room, in front of one of the windows. Carefully, she walked over to Vince's side of the bed and strained to see who was in it. A black and white family photo that had looked to have been taken in the cabin's living room.
"Time for breakfast." Vince's rough voice broke through the silence and startled Shannon, waking the dozing baby.
Turning and shushing the baby's crying, Shannon watched him as he moved closer to her. "Did you steal this cabin, too?"
Vince stopped a few feet from her and narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" He was clean and had changed into fresh, mended clothes. His baby-smooth skin made him look younger then he was. For a man of 26, he acted as if he were in his 50s whilst looking about 21.
"The photo on the dresser. Who are they?"
Blankly looking past her and over to the small silver-framed item, Vince brushed past her and opened the top drawer, dropping the photo into it and slamming the drawer shut. "My old family."
Shannon shook as she shifted the baby to her shoulder. "Do they live around here? Maybe we could... show them the baby...?" She flinched as he turned around to raise a hand to her and backhand her across the face. In her youth she had struggled to make the best of a bad situation. That was hard to do as her father was military and they moved quite a lot. Now, in her twenties, she tried once again, only this time, it was not to make new friends or even to make do. She wanted out of the whole situation, even if it meant using Vince's family against him.
"They don't live anywhere. Time for breakfast." He growled and undid her anklechain, leading her downstairs, after placing the baby in the crib.
~~~
The door closed behind Stillman as he entered the second Interview Room, where Justin and Scotty sat. "Good evening, Justin. I'm Lieutenant John Stillman. Shannon told me quite a few things about you, Justin." He started as he sat down, adjacent from the young man.
Justin scoffed at the statement and looked away. "She didn't tell you nothing."
"She seems pretty worried about the hold Vince Parker has on you and your brothers. Cory's had a whole new life, since he's been out of your father's grasp. Has a good job, his own house, a vehicle and friends who really care about him. It seems your dad can't let things go." Stillman noted another scoff and a shake of the head in denial, from Justin, as he spoke. "Don't you want to be your own man, Justin?"
Turning to finally look at the lieutenant, Justin said flatly, "My Pa can take care of things. Cory just needs to relearn that."
Stillman nodded. "Where's Cory, Justin?" When no answer came, he moved on. "My detective, here, says you were on your way to see your mom. Was she supposed to get the same treatment Cory is? Your dad's a very sick man, Justin. He wants to hurt others; his own family. That's not what a father does. Help us bring him in, Justin. Before anyone else gets hurt."
"Stop talking about my Pa like you know him. You don't know shit. Cory's just a stupid idiot that sold us out. He's the bad seed. But, he and Pa are gettin' reaquainted." Justin sneered and leant forward, staring at Stillman.
Nodding warily, Stillman continued. "What does Carolyn Lambert have to do with Vince? She's Cory's girl, right? Or, was that part of the ploy, too? You're using her and she's using Cory?"
Justin looked away and lowered his voice, almost sad. "She's Pa's. He had her shack up with Cor to get him to the diner."
"Where you were waiting to kidnap him." Scotty added. His patience ran thin, even as he brought Justin into the squadroom. However, he kept himself under control but just barely, for Cory's sake. It wasn't easy but he applied his knowledge of sibling rivalry to loosen the other man up before Stillman questioned him.
Justin smirked. "We just went for a little ride. Had some uh... brotherly time. Ya know?" He eyed Scotty and laughed to himself. "I wanna see my Ma, now. Got a message for her."
Stillman's brow furrowed. "Tell us where Cory is and we'll give her the message." He knew Cory and Vince were at the Compound but he wanted to hear Justin say it, for the record, before he sent his team into unknown territory without proper schematics.
"When I see her." Justin shot a glare over to Stillman.
~~~
Carolyn parked her car next to Vince's old and rusted out pickup and hurried out of it. She ran up the stairs and threw open the door to find Cory still tied to the chair he was sitting in and Vince lounging on the third stair up, on the staircase. "Justin got himself arrested. Impounded Cory's truck, too." She glanced over at Cory, noticing his bruised cheek. She had driven all over Philly, getting herself lost in the process of making sure she wasn't followed, before making her way back over to the compound.
Vince sat up and then stood up, keeping his eyes on her. "Where'd they get him?"
"Cory's driveway. He wanted to see if that bitch was home. Apparently, they had a stakeout set up." Carolyn was caught off-guard as Vince came closer and backhanded her across the face. She had changed clothes and put her hair up, hoping to make herself more attractive to Vince.
Grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her close, he growled, low. "Don't you ever talk about my boys' mama like that, again. Understand me?" Vince shook her for emphasis. He had come to appreciate Carolyn's appetite for sex but Shannon still held his attention for being the more interesting and beautiful one of the two.
Carolyn shook off his grasp but answered. "Yea. I was just... she left you!" She raised her voice as he turned and walked back to the stairs. "Now, what do we do? Vincent?!" She stomped her foot, angrily when he didn't answer her.
"Shut up!" Vince snarled. He sat back down and glared at Cory, who stared back at him in terror. "No one else leaves. We'll have to use other means to get your mama back her, boy."
Bowing his head and closing his eyes, Cory swallowed. He didn't want to do anything that might hurt Shannon, or Carolyn. Even though, he loved his father, Cory wished the police would just storm the place and arrest him, even if that mean he went back to prison with Vince.
"What?! No. I have work to go to, in the morning! Are you crazy? I can't stay here!" Carolyn screamed and flinched as Vince stood up again and this time, backhanded her harder, sending her sprawling backwards, to the floor. She landed at Cory's feet and screamed as Vince grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet.
Vince snarled loudly and came nose to nose with the frightened woman. "What did I say about backtalkin' me?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry."
Letting go of her hair but staying where he stood, Vince shot a glance over at Cory. "Untie him. He's gonna make a call." By now, it was getting fairly dark outside and Vince turned around to look out the back window, for a moment of clarity and reflection. His plan was falling apart to get his family back together. He fumed as his stare bore a fiery hole into the broken and dirty window that showed the rundown shack, behind the house. He turned back to his son and smirked with another idea.
Cory paled as he felt Carolyn untie his hands, that had been bound behind him. He grimaced as he rubbed them gently. "Pa, please just... leave mama out of this. I'm the one you're mad at. Please, just leave her alone." He shivered as Vince stepped closer to him but said nothing. He gasped and flinched as he father moved a hand toward him but only slipped it into Cory's jacket pocket and removed his mobile and held it up to show him.
"Get her here." Vince shoved the mobile into Cory's hand and added. "You tip the cops off about anything, you'll wish you hadn't, boy."
Cory stared at his father but looked away as Vince made eye contact. "Yes sir." He turned his mobile on and dialed his mother's number, hoping she was at the police station, or didn't answer. He held it up and flinched as Vince pressed the Speaker icon on the screen. Much to his dismay, Shannon had answered by the second ring. "Mama...?"
"Cory?! Are you okay? Where are you, baby?" Shannon's voice sounded worried and hoarse. She too had her mobile on speaker and anxiously awaited his location and safety.
Cory shook and flinched again as Vince growled low. "I'm... I'm okay, Mama. Pa wants you to come home." He swallowed as the tears welled up. He glanced up at Vince's stern face and then back down to the mobile in his hand. "Tell Lilly I love her and I'm sorry." He gasped as Vince took the phone from him and pressed the red button, ending the call and then angrily shoving Cory to tumble backwards, into the chair he had stood from.
Vince reached down and pulled Cory to his feet by the arm. "Who the Hell is this Lilly?" When neither Cory or Carolyn answered, he asked again, a little louder and meaner than the last.
"She's a cop. Came to see me, yesterday, asking about him." Carolyn answered, stepping back to lean against the wall that bordered the kitchen and living room.
Vince fumed more and breathed out his anger as he stared at his son. Turning to Carolyn, he pointed to the kitchen and growled for her to "get in there and cook something." He turned back to Cory and squeezed his arm tighter as he sneered. "I said no tipping off the police. Didn't I, boy? HUH?!"
"Yessir." Cory trembled but steeled himself as Vince's eyes narrowed, evilly.
"I reckon I'm just gonna have to let your grandma teach you a lesson in listenin' to your Pa. Ain't I?" Vince shoved Cory to the door, under the staircase, that led to the basement. Shoving him to the floor, to keep Cory off balance and then picking him up by the arm only to shove him down, again, before opening the door and pushing Cory down the stairs, half walking, half stumbling down and into the dark and dingy basement he was told never to go in. As Vince flicked a match he had retrieved from his pocket, he lit the lantern and stood at the top of the stairs, letting Cory lie sprawled on the cement floor and look around. He made his way carefully and tempered down the stairs to bend down and grab a fistful of Cory's hair to force his son to look at him. "You never listen to your Pa, boy. Why do I have so much trouble with you? You're just like your Ma." Vince reached for his leather belt and unclasped it, pulling it from the beltloops.
The air was musty and thick with dust and decay. The room was mostly bare, save for another room with a closed door, to the left of the stairs. Vince's father had built it as a bunker or hidden retreat, where he kept his guns and ammo as well as a taxidermy spot, for animals he had hunted and used for food and necessities. It was largely overlooked as the door to get down to it was in the floor and covered by a carpet.
Cory groaned from pain. His right side hurt and his ribs felt broken with every breath he took. He turned and looked around the room, hearing his father's heavy footfalls on the stairs. He shivered and swallowed as his eyes landed on the line of bones, propped up against the far wall. "Erin?" He recognised a familiar piece of clothing that Erin had worn, the last time he saw her. "Cady?" He swallowed and groaned as Vince grabbed him by the arm, holding and striking him with his belt, hard across the back. Cory let out a shriek in pain as another strike landed on his back. "No! Please, Pa! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

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