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What She Never Knew	By : SisterWine Category: 1 through F > Cold Case Views: 482 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Jennifer waited in her hotel room and paced the floor, rubbing her nails of her left hand across the palm of her right in a nervous twitch. "What's taking so long?!" She sighed and groaned and checked her watch for the sixth time in five minutes. She sighed again and furiously rubbed her nails against her palm.
A voice came from the bed, in a calm demeanour. "Jennifer, sit down. They'll call when they'll call. No sense going insane until then." Rachel sat with her back against the headboard and her legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles. She read a magazine on the newest techniques and surgeries and available cancer drugs while she glanced over at her sister going stir-crazy.
"Easy for you to say, Ray, you're not the one who ruined his life. It's been two days! Why haven't they called or stopped by or whatever cops do in this situation?" Jennifer continued to pace and eyed her sister.
Rachel shook her head and turned the page before closing the magazine and tossing on the bed beside her. "I don't know, Jenn. Maybe, they're talking to him to convince him to come out and talk to you. You know, your friends weren't exactly sweet and cuddly to him, back then. As a matter of fact, he had very few people he could turn to when he needed it. Why does it matter to you, now?" She cleared her throat and turned to look fully at her younger sister, who stopped pacing and sat down in the chair closest to the door, by the window.
Glaring over at her sister, Jennifer folded her arms in front of her and sat back in a huff. "I don't remember you being all cute and cuddly to him, Ray. That didn't start until *after* he came to see you at the free clinic." She sighed, unfolded herself and leant forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin on her hands. "I just,... I'm tired of this feeling, Ray. It just took took long. He drew his frustrations out into beautiful pictures and sketches." Jennifer shook her head, silently kicking herself for her own ignorances. "I wish I hadn't seen that pillbottle. Even still, he should have told dad about it. It's like.... he wanted to die." She said, under her breath.
Moving from where she had sat for the past three hours to sit on the end of the bed and reach out to hold her sister's hand, Rachel took a breath and offered a piece of information she had sat on for the past 13 years. "He did, actually. I found him that Saturday afternoon, standing just outside of dad's office. I asked him if he wanted me to go in with him but, he shook his head. Said he didn't want dad to feel ganged up on. Jenn," she had started to add something else but was silenced by the demanding buzz from the mobile on the table.
Jennifer snatched the mobile from the table and flipped it open to answer it, sounding a little out of breath from exasperation. "Detective--? Did you find him?" She held her breath and bit her lip as she waited, agony of each silent second ticking by.
"We did find him but he said no on meeting." Scotty answered as he sat down in his chair and leant back, staring out the window.
"But,..." Jennifer whined and then composed herself. "Detective, I'm not going home until he sees me. I just... I came this far. I'm not going back, now."
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26 Aug 1997
Travis made his way to the postbox and opened the flap. A considerable amount of envelopes awaited him. He reached in and removed them, closing the flap as he stared at the stack in his hand. Sighing and starting back to the house, his attention was diverted from the walk to the sight of Jennifer getting out of her boyfriend's car and heading up the wide porch steps and into the house. As Mark pulled out of the driveway, Travis tripped over an uneven bricking in the walk and stumbled to the ground, spilling the stack of envelopes in front of him. He sighed as he quickly glanced around for anyone who might have seen his spill. As he reached out to recover the stack, his hand brushed against a manilla window envelope with his name on it. He swallowed as he took a breath and stared at his name in print in the rectangular window before gathering the rest up and hurrying back inside.
Panting as he stopped in front of the small table, just inside the door, he glanced at the envelope he had kept separate from the stack and placed the stack on the white marbeld top of the table. Travis made his way into his bedroom and tore up the envelope open to pull out the folded letter inside. Once unfolded, he skimmed the letter and sat down on the end of his bed, in the corner of the room and stared at the wording he had dreaded to read for a month. Biting into his bottom lip, Travis raised a hand to his mouth and covered it as he read the cost, at the bottle of the page, in bold numbers. Folding it back up and then joining the sides, he placed it in his backpocket and made his way out to the hall and under the main stairs, to stand just outside of Mr. Canne's home office.
"Travis?" A feminine voice behind him startled him.
Jumping and turning around to see who was talking to him, Travis breathed a sigh of relief as it was only Rachel, who had noticed him standing there, on her way to work.
Rachel moved closer to him and stopped. "Is everything alright?" She was dressed in her light blue scrubs and clutched her small brown purse that she carried, in front of her.
Travis nodded and gave a soft reply. "Yes, ma'am. I was just.... going to talk to Mister Canne about something."
Nodding, Rachel eyed his demeanour. "Okay." She could tell something was off about him but didn't want to ask. "Did you want me to go with you?" She knew Travis speaking to anyone in the house, other than Becky, made him edgy and talking to the head of the household, would probably upset him more.
Shaking his head, Travis gave a aweak smile. "No, ma'am. I'll be okay. Thank you."
"Okay." Rachel understood and checked her watch. "I've got to get to work." She reached out and touched his arm, causing him to flinch slightly. "Just relax, take your time. It'll be okay." Giving him a smile, she turned and hurried out of the house and off to work. She had stayed at the house overnight, finishing packing up to move into her own house, with her fiance but had lounged for most of the morning, instead of packing. An act she would come to regret once she was home from work.
He stood there another long moment and then knocked on the door, light at first and then with a little more force, thinking Mister Canne couldn't hear him knock.
"Yes?!" Came the yell from inside the room.
Travis opened the door and cautiously stepped inside the room, waiting for the answer to his question before closing the door behind him. "Sir? May I speak with you, a moment? Please?" His hands shook as he tried to hide the same shake in his voice, as he spoke to the man he had feared for so long.
Mister Canne hadn't looked up from his paperwork and only flashed mild interest at the young man that stood before him. "Yes, Travis, what is it?"
Staring at the man's pen as it moved across the papers, Travis told himself to take a breath and speak before he angered the head of the household. "Thank you, sir." He cleared his throat and calmed himself. "I was wondering if I might have some extra chores and.... possibly..... a raise....?"
At the mention of the word "raise," Edward Canne stopped writing. He sat back and looked up at the man still standing before him, across the desk. "There's always more work to be found, here. You are certainly welcome to engage in any one of them. However, why do you feel you are worthy of a raise?"
Travis felt his body shake uncontrollably as the older man stared up at him with cold, calculating eyes that always seemed to look right through him. "I.. I.. um, There's something I would like to buy, sir. It's a little out of my price range, for now. I'm willing to work for it, sir." He bit his lip to hide his terror as he stood there.
Edward moved to remove a large ledger from a drawer in his desk and open it to a page where he kept track of Travis' employment with the family. "How much do I pay you, currently?"
"Six and a half an hour. Sir."
Edward nodded in agreement as he stared at the tally sheet. "Six and a half an hour and you already work sixty hours a week, and now you want more chores and more pay?" Brushing off Travis' meek reply, he continued. "I let you live here rent-free, you don't have a vehicle to maintain, nor pay any bills. So," he closed the book and looked up at Travis again, "what is the truthful reason you think you deserve a raise? Or, are you trying to extort money from me?"
Travis's eyes opened wide at the allegation. "No, sir. I would never....." His heart pound in his chest as he stood there and he could barely find air to breathe. Drawing a ragged breath, he knew it was no one's business but his own why he wanted the money but, he also knew that Mister Canne would not give it without a viable reason. "A few months ago, I went to a clinic. Ms. Becky told me I needed a check up. They referred me to another place and did some more tests. They put me through a machine and when the test came back, they told me I would need to have a surgery, for my heart. I wou-... I would like to have the surgery. Please?"
Running his top teeth along his bottom lip, Edward stared up at him with hardly any emotion. "Surgery? I assume you have written results telling you this?"
Travis nodded and removed the folded paper from his back pocket. He unfolded it and stepped forward to hand it to his employer. He waited as the man accepted it and looked over the paper and then nodded in understanding.
"This says surgery would be a good option but not immediately reccommended. Therefore, they see you as fit enough to continue to work and earn your allowance until such time as you can pay for the procedure from your own account. In conclusion, the swell of chores will start next week but I see no reason for a raise in pay, as of yet. If that is all, you are dismissed to continue your evening chores." Edward folded the paper and tossed it onto the desk before returning to his paperwork.
"Yes sir. Thank you, sir." Not showing his crushed hopes, Travis collected the paper and replaced it to his backpocket before turning to leave. As he reached the door and was halfway out of it, Mister Canne called his name, causing him to stop and look back at the man behind the desk.
Edward stopped his work and looked up, over his reading glasses and gave Travis a stern warning. "This discussion has ended. Is that understood?"
Travis nodded. "Yes, sir." Travis left the room and quietly closed the door behind him.
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14 June 1999
The car pulled into a small lot at Griffith Park, that only a few cars had found. Travis sat between two of Mark's friends, in the back seat and felt uneasy as Mark took the keys from the ignition and turned around slowly. It was now four o'clock and the sun had started to inch toward the horizon. "I- I really think we should go back now." The parking lot had visitors from all over, some coming and some going as the evening wore on. They had gone up through the southside enterance and made sure they stopped at a less known/less crowded spot to stop.
Mark laughed and opened his door to step out, prompting his friends to join him. "Don't be a wuss, Trevor. Get out." Short spiky brown hair flitted in the soft breeze of elevation. A smirk on his face as he exited the car fully and turned to stare at Travis, still sitting in the middle of the backseat. "Come on, it'll be fun. We'll show ya around." Eyeing his friends as the snickered and climbed out of the car, leaving Travis with no choice but to get out.
Once Travis stepped out, the car door shut behind him and Mark and his friend had sandwiched him between them, Mark's arm around his shoulders. He swallowed as he was guided to an overgrown trail and jumped as he heard the trunk lid slam shut.
"This is a very famous sign, Trevor." Mark's arm held Travis tighter about the shoulders and forbade the man from turning to see the noise he had heard. "I think you'll like it up here. It'll let us...." he gave an erie grin to his right, "clear the air on a few things. So that we can become better friends. Right?"
Travis nodded and casually looked around for possible avenues to get away from them, should the chance arise.

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Travis ran faster, harder, stumbling over his own feet as well as various rocks and fallen branches on the ground. He could barely see where he was going, let alone the three angry man chasing him. He stopped to catch his breath, leaning against a tree. He could hear them howling his name, taunting him to come back and join their games. The left side of his head burned from having the hard wood of the bat connect with it. He panted loudly and clapped a hand over his mouth to keep the sound from escaping him.
Since fleeing for his life, Travis felt more and more anxious, which deepened with the realisation of no one caring that he was missing, and probabaly wouldn't be concerned with something life-threatening happening to him. He had a feeling Mark knew what he was doing when he pulled the car into a heavily wooded area, in the back of the park. It was new terrain for him and the fact that it was growing darker with every minute, seemed a curse, as well as a blessing.
"HAHA! I SEE YOU!" A voice called to him from behind him, a good distance away. Mark had chased him the hardest and followed behind as closely as possible, losing Travis only a few times before finding him again. He had had suspicions that Travis and Jennifer had become closer but didn't know how close until they stood at the base of the large Y that he felt Travis was withholding information. It was then that he and his best friend of four years closed in on the young man and managed to land one swing with the bat, knocking Travis to the ground, only to be diverted by sand flying into their eyes in a bleak attmept to have their prey escape further harm.
Night had fallen and but the moon shone so bright that Travis felt like it was a spotlight on him. The incline of the hill was also not much help and only aided the others in their pursuit against him. Travis shuddered as he climbed higher and higher but his limbs felt as if he were racing in molasses. Panting ever louder and wishing the throbbing in his head would subside, was stopped in his tracks at the sound of a loud crack in the air. Almost immediately afterward, another shot rang out from behind him. Dropping to his hands and knees, he couldn't run any further and fell face first into the dirt and dry leaves where he had stopped. He could hear laughing and chattering of Mark's buddies as they came closer to admire their handiwork.
Mark walked up to where Travis lay and kicked dirt on the body, at his feet.
Travis felt the sharp kicks of this shoes as well as the blunt strike of the bat. He tried not to move and to relax as best as he could but the panic was quickly building and he wanted to flee, or flag down help. His efforts were in vain as none came and his body betrayed him.
With a final kick to the ribs, Mark heard a groan from the man on the ground and laughed. "Stay away from my girl. Understand me, now?" He looked up at his third friend, who served as a lookout, coming up the hill to tell them about the patrol that was making their rounds around the trails. KIcking dirt onto Travis's midsection, he waved them down the hill and back to the car, burying the bat in a patch of leaves and fallen tree, halfway down.
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