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What She Never Knew	By : SisterWine Category: 1 through F > Cold Case Views: 481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Cold Case or any of its characters. My Characters are The Canne family, Monica and Stacy and Travis DiNuccio. Please do not sue. This is FICTION. I make no money.

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28 May 1999
"Boys, don't get yourselves all dirty! We're gonna eat soon." Becky yelled through the backdoor screen as she watched Travis and Michael kicking a soccer ball back and forth to each other whilst she dried freshly washed dishes.
Neither boy stopped playing or even looked up at her but both offered her a compliant "'Kay!" as they continued their playful foot war with the spotted ball. At evening time, they had finished their chores and had gotten bored of cleaning and setting the table so, they slunked off to the open, just mowed back yard to relax and stay out of the kitchen.
Becky smiled and shook her head as she turned back to the half full sink of soap water and dishes. She sighed as she put down the dry plate she held and pulled another out of the water to dry. Watching them through the kitchen window, she heard a knock on the front door and a young woman's voice call out to the inhabitant.
"Hello...? Becky...?" Jennifer stood there in a white mini skirt and a pink t-shirt with rolled sleeves.
Becky turned from the sink and backyard to peer around the corner of the small dining room and blink at the woman on her front step. "Hi, come on in." She waved Jennifer inside and gave a quizzical look as she turned back to place the plate and town down on the countre before making her way back around to see what she wanted.
Jennifer stepped inside and now stood in the middle of the medium-sized living room. "I know it's your day off but, I need this jacket sewn before we go to Vegas, tomorrow." She gave a hopeful smile to the woman and felt a little uncomfortable standing in the woman's living room. She held a denim jacket that had become frayed through the bottom seam and hadn't wanted to either get rid of it or buy another, as it was her favourite jacket.
Looking the item over, Becky inspected the small tear that had grown to an inch-wide tear, along the bottom of the jacket. "That doesn't look too bad. I can have it for you after supper." She sighed and looked up at the nervous girl but before she could say anything, the oven timer went off, letting her know the roast chicken and scalloped potatoes were down. "You eaten yet?"
Jennifer bit her lower lip and shook her head. "No..." Before she could step back, she was led by the arm to the dining room and told to pick a chair.
"Good, then you can sit down and have some supper with us." Becky pointed to the beautifully set table as she rounded the corner back into the kitchen. She sthen poked her head out the backdoor and called in Travis and Michael. "Travis, Michael get cleaned up and put the ball away. Time for supper! Travis, you need to settle down and get in here and rest. You've been playing too hard, again." She noted that he had started to puff and had looked pekid as the two turned to look at her and then make their way inside. As they reached the door, she took his chin in her hand and took a closer look at his face. "You bring your pills, young man?" She asked quietly.
Travis nodded and lowered his gaze to the floor as he stepped into the kitchen. "Yes, ma'am." He was still wheezing and panting and began to feel light-headed and very tired.
Becky let go of his chin and stepped aside for him to pass. "Good, you just go get cleaned up and take your pill. Michael, call Kari and tell her to get her backside home!" She went back to removing the chicken and potatoed from the oven but watched Travis out of the corner of her eye as he caught sight of the dinner guest that had stopped by whilst they were outside.
Quickly, Travis downcast his eyes and bowed his head as he passed by her to follow Michael to his room for a clean shirt and then to the guest bathroom to clean up. When he came back out, they were sitting at the table and the only open spot left was beside Jennifer. Quietly, he cleared his throat and sat down before bowing his head for family prayer. Throughout the meal, he glanced to his right and held his breath at miniscule times and ate cautiously and quietly.
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Scotty had let his curiosity run with him and decided to give the Los Angeles Police Department a call. With Jennifer's lack of information about what happened to Travis weighing on his mind, he wanted to be sure he wasn't helping a would-be murderer find her victim. "Good afternoon, my name is Detective Scott Valens from the Philadelphia Police Department. I have a lady here who is looking for someone who disappeared from your city, ten years ago, and says her ex-boyfriend might have been involved. The boyfriend's name is Mark Winstead." He paused as he was put on hold and transferred to the Sergeant in charge of the case. "Yes. Winstead. This was around May or June of '99, involving a Travis DiNuccio." Wedging the phone between his ear and his right shoulder, Scotty got ready to write down the information. He scribbled quickly and found himself gasping at the information the sergeant on the other end was relaying. "Okay. Thank you very much." He ended the call and hung up the receiver before sighing and staring at the notes he had just written down.
Lily looked up from her paperwork on a twelve year old case and turned her chair to face him. "Got an earful, huh?"
Nodding, Scotty leant back, still holding and staring at his notepad. "Mark Winstead, although the son of a prominent attourney in Los Angeles, has been in and out of the crossbars since he was fourteen. His daddy and Jennifer's daddy- best buds. In June of '99, Mark was caught for shoplifting a case of beer on his way out of Hollywood Hills region. When arrested, he couldn't explain why his clothes were covered in dirt and dried blood. Sergeant said they combed those hills, after his arrest ad booking, never found anything and by then, Jennifer had already been dropped off at home but they questioned her the next day. Sgt Hicks said she looked spooked and disoriented." Scotty shook his head. "June 14th, 1999."
Lily took in the new information and tried piecing together the two weeks inbetween Travis being at Becky's house and Mark's arrest. "Okay, so, maybe she knows what happened on that night but if she despised Travis so much, why not celebrate his disappearance with her boyfriend? I think we'd better find out what happened that day."
Scotty agreed and stood up to turn and walk with her to his car when his desk phone rang, halting the action. "Detective Valens." He held up a finger to let Lily know to wait and slowly sat back down as he listened to the caller. "I'm sorry, you're who? Oh, yes, yes we'll be right down. Thank you." Again, he scribbled a name down in his notepad and then stood back up, turning to Lily with the new information. "Mrs. Foley, now Strong, was Travis' social worker, the one who delivered him to the Cannes. She found her old file on him and turns out Travis's dad lives up in Jersey City."
"Think that's why he came across country?" Lily asked as they walked out of the squadroom together.
Shaking his head again, Scotty wasn't sure how to answer. "I think Travis isn't the only one that knows what happened that night but that might be a good alternate reason."
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"I wanted to bring this to you. Travis was a special little boy and it breaks my heart to hear about his awful life with that family." Georgia cleared her throat as she watched the folder exchange hands from her's to Scotty's. "If I had known what would happen, I would have opted to adopt him." She shrugged and shoved her hands into her jacket pockets. She had dressed nicely in going-to-town clothes instead of her usual fuscia running suit.
"Did your agency ever try to find Travis' dad, before giving him to the Cannes?" Lily asked as she glanced over Scotty's left shoulder as the paperwork he flipped through, in the folder.
Georgia sighed as they stood outside the precinct. She adjusted her big, round sunglasses with pink glitter frames and smiled at the question. "We tried. I even asked Penny, his mother's best friend, if she knew who he was. She said no but her husband looked at her funny when she answered. I got the feeling more was going on, you know? Anyway, he came to me a few days later and had that photo in his hands." She nodded to the technicolour photo Scotty now held.
Scotty studied the photo and the people in it. "The pregnant woman is Veronica, so the two people on the outside of the group must be Penny and her husband...?"
Georgia nodded.
"Did the husband give a name? How do you know he lives in Jersey City?" He passed the small square photo to Lily and kept his eyes on Georgia.
Georgia thought for a minute. "Mario something with an R. He said this kid really scared him. Some mobster's son from Sicily. He'd use everything he could to keep her in line." Tossing a hand up and shaking her head, she gave the photo one last look and then smiled at Scotty. "That's all I know. I found out he lives in Jersey City from something my brother said. He had a mechanic in Jersey who was hellbent on finding his wife and their kid. My brother never paid much attention to it but when you came over the other day, he saw the photo of Travis and her and told me that was the same girl from the car shop my brother went to." She stepped forward and placed the same hand on Scotty's arm. "Word of advice; he doesn't need to know anything about Travis. That boy's been through one Hell already."
Both Scotty and Lily agreed and thanked her for the file and the information.
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Jennifer sat down on the edge of the bed and clasped her hands together on her lap. "I- I don't really remember that night." She had given the two chairs at the small table, next to the window, to the two detectives and shivered as Scotty opened his notepad and clicked the top of his pen, to get ready to write.
"Then, how about starting with something you do know, like how you seduced Travis, just before he vanished?" Scotty kept his emotions in check and remained passive over the information. He placed his notepad on the table and waited for her to answer him. "Becky told me how you flaunted yourself in front of him but that Travis knew better not to let on that anything ever happened. Is that why you feel so guilty, all these years later? Or, did Mark somehow find out about you and the houseboy and decided to put an end to his girl's 'indescretions'?"
Hanging her head and shaking it, Jennifer looked away. "It wasn't like that... Not... at first. The night I went over to Becky's, I needed my jacket sewn. I loved that jacket. I didn't know Travis was going to be there. I thought he went wherever houseboys went on their off-days. Anyway, I got there just before they sat down to eat." She smiled and looked up at Lily. "He and Mikey were in the backyard, playing soccer or something. That was the first time I ever heard him laugh, or even smile and mean it. Well, I stayed for supper and half the night. When my car wouldn't start, Becky offered me a place to stay there. Kari and her friend had her room so, Travis gave up his 'spare room' he had, whenever he would stay there, and he took the sofa." She paused to take a breath as she remembered the night at Becky's.
"When was this?" Lily shifted in her seat and crossed her legs.
Jennifer straightened. "Uh, May... 28th? It stormed that night and the thunder pounded right over my head. From where his room was, I could see the glow of the living room light. So, I got up and pretended I wanted a drink of water. As soon as my door opened, he shut off the light and lie down on the sofa, under the front window. He was already out when I crept out to see him. I watched him sleep for a little while, cuddling his blue bear like life or death."
Lily smiled and nodded over at the fuzzy blue bear resting on the pillow. "That one?"
Following the line of sight, Jennifer smiled and nodded. "Becky had this extension cord strip that she plugged in and brought around to sit on the floor, next to the sofa, where he plugged in that silly little nightlight. Anyway, it lit up his face like... well, I sat there for a while and I could have sworn I fell asleep in the chair but, the next morning, I woke up in the bed. I came out and Becky was fixing breakfast, in the kitchen. The sofa was made and linens were folded and put away. Travis was gone. I asked her where he was and she told me he had already cleaned up and headed back home, after he carried me back to the bedroom and covered me up. She fixed me breakfast and sat down to have some coffee, I asked her why he was there and what the dinner was about. She told me it had been his birthday a week or so before so, they decided to have a birthday party for him, as soon as Mikey could get time off from his job and come home."
Lily shifted again and turned to look at the sketchpad that Jennifer had laid on the table, and pick it up. Opening the pad, she looked over the first drawing of a little girl sitting on the floor, in front of a tall, decorated Christmas tree. Her back to the sketcher. It was a pencil drawing, complete with a fire in the fireplace and the girl paying attention to the wrapped package with a big dark bow, in her hands. She flipped the page and stared at the scene of a girl swinging on a backyard swingset, a big smile on her upturned face. A few more pages in and she came across Jennifer walking down white elegant stairs in a long, flowing gown. Her hair done up neatly and a large corsage on her left wrist. Each drawing was perfectly done, as if by a skilled artist. "Are these his?" As Jennifer nodded, Lily smiled and flipped through the rest of the sketches.
"He took art in high school. I guess he really didn't need it. Some of those were done long before he ever went there." Jennifer stared at the pad and watched Lily flip through the pages. "Our... night together... didn't happen until a week later."
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4, June 1999
Travis sat crossways on the end of his bed, his back against the wall. His legs straight and crossed at the ankles, right over left. He read a book he had borrowed from the library and was engrossed in the third chapter when a knock on his open door startled him. Quickly, he closed the book and let it fall to the floor as he moved to stand up and address who was standing in the doorway. "Miss...?" He swallowed as his heart pound in his chest. "Was there something you needed?" Remembering that he wasn't supposed to stare at her, he averted his eyes. His arms became restless with unease as she had never ventured down his side hall, off of the kitchen, before. Absently, he looked around his room and made himself busy with straightening his thin tan quilt on his bed before moving to straighten the papers on his desk that planned out his work week. The room hadn't been messy in the least as it had very little belongings in it, to mess it up but he still busied himself as if it were expected of him.
Jennifer stepped into the room and walked over to the book on the floor that lay open to a miscellaneous page he hadn't read yet. She picked it up and closed it, reading the cover. "Tolstoy? I've always thought you were more of a ... Suess guy." She smirked and turned around to see him stop what he was doing and watch her holding the book and looking over the cover before walking back to the desk and placing it on the corner. The change in his posture told her she had made him even more uncomfortable with the insult.
Travis shifted and stepped back, toward the center of the room.
Clearing her throat and adjusting her loose, button up sweater, she reached up to fluff her freshly curled hair as she stepped forward. Jennifer bit the side of her lip as she walked over to sit on the side of the bed and wait patiently. She sat with her legs together and her back straight, her hands placed flatly on her bare knees. Patting the seat next to her, she asked him to sit beside her.
Hesitating and then looking back at the open door, Travis wasn't sure if he should move or not. He stood there for another minute and flinched as she stood back up and walked back to the door. He held his breath as she slowly pushed it shut.
Jennifer turned around and smiled at him. "Now, we won't be bothered." She stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his chest, playing with the red t-shirt material. "I heard it was your birthday. The big 2-5." She watched her hand as it lightly ran over his chest. "Do you, um,..... want anything special...?" Her eyes looked up into his and for a brief second, she knew she hit paydirt.
Travis inhaled her fruity sweet scent and stared at her, using every ounce of will in his body to remain calm. He took a breath and wet his lips with his tongue. "Yes." A hoarse whisper. She met his eyes with the same pleasant smile and asked what he wanted. "To... um... hold you...? Please....?" He swallowed and hoped she said yes.
Jennifer's brow furrowed with question but with a raised eyebrow, she agreed and was pleasantly surprised when he stepped forward and softly and slowly embraced her. It took a moment before she loosened up and accepted the embrace for what it was. His hands remained above her waistline and she felt no other motive from him, in case her venture into his room had been a set up for something else. She rest her head on his shoulder and stayed there, letting him decide when to let go. She listened to his heartbeat, which seemed to beat in an off-pattern ratio. Her boyfriend, Mark, was always so busy when they held each other; he was always trying to kiss her or grope her or initiate something but, Travis merely stood still and enjoyed being held, by her. No sooner had she started to enjoy the moment that he gently pulled away from her and again, averted his eyes, thanking her for the allowance. Jennifer bit her lip again. She knew he wanted her for much more than just a simple hug and she was curious to see how much further he would go, before deciding it was unconscienable. Reaching up and gently turning his face back to look at her, she softly kissed his lips. Again, to her surprise, he was patient and gentle as he kissed her back. Jennifer placed her hands on his hips and tugged upwards at his shirt, untucking it from his jeans. Her tumbs touched his taut, warm skin. She pulled away from him and moved to recline on the bed, her head resting on his pillow. "Did you... want anything else?"
The twin bed was only big enough for one and the mattress had a protruding spring in the middle, which made it uncomfortable to sleep on, when he chose to sleep under the covers. Travis' room wasn't the warmest in the cold months or even cold in the hot months on the account his vent was semi-clogged so, he left the door open and let the air from the hallway filter in. However, this night had been cool but not so cold.
His heart pound in his chest as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Something in his brain scolded him not to move any closer to her yet, another part of him needed human contact. From her. Against better judgment, he stepped forward and sat down beside her. Nervously, he moved a hand to slip into hers and hold it, avoiding eye contact and hoping it wasn't a joke; that her father or boyfriend wouldn't burst in and remind him of his station in life. With a quick glance over to her, he took a breath and pulled away from her, standing up and making his way to the door to open it and peer out.
Jennifer smiled at his reluctance. She looked from him to eye the rest of his room. Next to the bed was a small stool that held an old clock/radio with red analog numbers. Her toes played with the tan bathroom rug, next to the bed that he had sometimes slept on, when the storms were terrible. The Mighty Mouse nightlight of her brother's he had been given years ago still glowed but dimly from the only plug in in the room. At the foot of the bed, across from it, was a small two-shelf brown bookcase he had used as a miscellaneous holder. The top held only three books, classics and one cookbook whilst the lower shelves held his neatly folded clothes, four pairs of pants, five shirts and underwear and socks. The bottom self contained his two pairs of shoes, one for dress/church and white trainers. His desk, across from her, held papers of schedules, menus for the week and a small plain shoebox, placed neatly at the far end. She turned back to the clock/radio and turned it on, regaining his attention. "First Tolstoy, now classical music. Are you sure you're not an alien?" She laughed.
Travis cleared his throat. "My mother would play it for me, to help me sleep." His voice was soft and calm as he made his way back over to turn the radio off. She stopped him by catching his hand.
Jenifer hushed her amusement. Standing up and gently embracing him again, Jennifer placed her hand in his and positioned them to dance to the soft sonata that played quietly. Her head rest on his shoulder and she inhaled his peppery clean scent. His warmth. His off-rhythm heartbeat. She closed her eyes and listened to him breathe, nervously.
He had been ready to break from her, to stop the dancing and escape to the far corner of the room, if need be. His mind worked overtime, trying to figure out what game she was playing and why. But, he knew why; she had never liked him, never cared to be so close to him, let alone touch him more than she had to. What did she want? With another moment passing and the music sounding just right, her perfume catching his nose and her body close to his,... Travis closed his eyes and enjoyed the fleeting moment.
Jennifer lifted her head to look at him. He was handsome and clean and soft and took strenuous care in being gentle with her. He had watched her with her boyfriend and their maddening rough and boystrous relationship but Travis held her so peacefully and fragile, careful not to harm her or mar her with bruises he'd have to explain. She reached up and gently moved a lock of hair from that had fallen onto his forehead, causing him to flinch and open his eyes. "Sorry." She had said it half-heartedly but the emotion behind it was whole. His dark hair was soft, almost silk, and curled with small waves that, if straightened, would make his hair down to his shoulders in length. She lightly ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes looked over his features; his eyes, soft and brown, his skin, flawless and perfect and his lips, pink and smoothe and teasing her to kiss them back. Inclining her head and lifting herself up on the balls of her feet, she kissed him, long enough to capture his attention and not notice her leading him over to the bed.
A soft moan from him as the kiss held him deeper, blocking everything else out except the two of them. He wanted her, he needed her and she was giving herself to him. Travis let himself be pulled down to hover over her as she rest her head on his pillow. He could feel her hands all over him; in his hair, on his skin, lifting his shirt and unfastening his jeans, he wanted more. Travis took a ragged breath and watched her as he sat back and removed his t-shirt, Jennifer doing the same to her sweater. He stopped her before she could unclasp her pink lace bra. "I... I... I don't... um,..." he blushed and turned away, embarrassed to tell her that he didn't have any condoms in his posession.
Jennifer bit her lower lip and smiled at him as she reached into the back pocket if her mini skirt and removed a square blue wrapper. She held it up to show him and tore it open with her teeth. "I could put it on ya, if you'd like?" She waited a minute before sitting up and then rolling off of the bed to stand beside it and wiggle out of her mini skirt that barely hung on her hips. She instructed him to lie down on his back and then bent over to unfasten his jeans before spreading the material. She waited for him to remove his jeans and boxers before carefully placing the latex on him before she teasingly removed her bra and matching panties.
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Soft panting and rhythmic movements ceased Travis's worry of anyone finding them, but not entirely. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of the nightlight, next to the bed, just light enough for them to catch fleeting glimpses of one another lost in passion. He moved above her and hushed his pained breaths by kissing her neck and shoulder. He could feel himself getting more and more tired as his chest burned in pleadance to stop his actions. On the next pang of pain, Travis closed his eyes and whimpered softly into Jennifer's shoulder. Withdrawing himself and lying beside her, he moved to remove the used latex and throw it into the small green rubbish basket at the end of the bed before pulling a thin and worn quilt Becky had made for him years prior, over them.
The silence between them lasted for a well over two minutes as he couldn't think of what to say. He hadn't wanted to seem insensitive but he also didn't wish her to see him in pain from their play. "W-was it... okay?" He swallowed and hoped she said yes but wasn't holding his breath for something mean or a laugh to come from her.
Jennifer inhaled his scent and rolled onto her left side to face him. She smiled and stared into his big brown eyes. "It was sweet. You didn't like it?"
Travis stumbled over the words but nodded as he tried to hide the red in his cheeks. At the moment, he was fighting exhaustion and trying not to show his uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Glancing down at the pillow and then back up at her, he moved his hand and felt the softness of her golden blonde hair as he lowered himself down to rest his head on his pillow and close his eyes as she followed suit. Travis felt her snuggle close to him and pull the quilt up, over their shoulders as sleep finally claimed him.
When 4.30AM came, he opened his eyes to find himself alone in his room. Wrapping the blanket around him and walking drowsily over to the lightswitch, he flicked it on and looked about his room that had been clear of Jennifer and her clothing. Something on his clock radio caught his eye; a folded piece of paper. As he made his way over to it, he rubbed his eyes and froze as he picked it up. Swallowing the guilty lump in his throat, he unfolded the green paper and stared at the face of Lincoln staring back at him between pink, bubbly letters that read, "happy birthday."
He shivered as he tried to steel himself against the inevitable hurt that finally showed itself from the night before. He kicked himself for not seeing her game, and yet, couldn't condemn her fully for taking advantage of him as he had wanted their interaction to happen, for a long time coming. He sat there a moment and then made his way to the small washroom, across the way from his bedroom, and readied for the day of chores, every trace of guilt and pleasure erased from his expression.

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