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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
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- 9-Nine
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- 11-Eleven
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Lilly tapped on the glass door before opening it and stepping inside Stillman's office. "Just got back from a long talk with Carla Rhodes. I think it's time we take a harder look into Cory's involvement with Tessa's death." She had been on his side until the talk with Carla had prompted the other side of Cory Parker. Nicholas had been another person of interest on her mind.
Stillman looked up at her and nodded and then went back to his paperwork that lay in front of him, on the desk. "A year after he got out, Vince Parker has been under the radar. That's about the time Justin Parker also went missing."
"Nicholas is still in. Maybe he knows where his dad and brother went?" Lilly came to stand in front of the desk and furrowed her brow as Stillman handed her their files he received from their parole officers. She glanced at the files and focused on Vince's the most. "You think they'd go after Shannon and Cory? The other two victims?"
Shaking his head and looking up at her, again, Stillman wasn't sure. "Not even the warden could figure Vince's mind out. He said Vince was a 'detached psychopath' who loved riling the population up for about 10 years and then, nothing. He became quiet and methodical, the day he heard Cory got out."
"Do Cory or Shannon know he went underground?"
Again, Stillman shook his head.
Lilly looked confused. "Why are we finding out about this now? I mean, why hasn't he done anything yet? What's he waiting for?"
"According to their office, the parole officers assigned to each of them have been backlogged with other parolees. The system's just not that well-staffed to look after them all." Stillman leant back in his chair and eyed the file in her hand. "A psychologist friend took a look at his file and had a few sessions with him, inside. Said he's well-adept to mountain-areas. Not so much for the city. It could be he's biding time, waiting for everything to die down. After interviewing the hunters that found Tessa's remains, one of them mentioned they had been hunting in the area for several years and recently came across an odd man squatting around a few of the rest areas. Every time they tried to follow him or speak to him, he'd duck out of sight."
"Then, we need to warn the victims."
Stillman agreed. "Warn the families. Keep Shannon and Cory under observation. Justin was pretty sore with Cory for speaking out against his family. My guess is he's probably huddled around town somewhere, waiting for his chance to strike." Bringing a hand to his mouth, he thought and then shifted again to shuffled through the paperwork on his desk before handing her another file. "Let's you and I take a ride out to see Nicholas. He's filed several appeals in the last year that have all been rejected due to Carla's letters to the parole board. He did, however, manage to get a letter out through Cory's attourney asking to see him." Stillman stood and lead an interested Lilly out of his office as she still glanced through the file she was handed.
Lilly kept her nose in the file most of the way there, learning what she could about the middle son of a monster. She had obvious curiosities as well as reserves about meeting him but then, she had wondered how he had changed from being an aggressive to somewhat tamer, since being behind bars. If he had changed, at all. She took an extra minute to gather herself, as Stillman's car pulled up to the gates of the large and cold stone buildings that housed thousands of dangerous criminals.
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Nicholas stared at the two across from him as they sat at the metal table, in the small interview room. His once shaggy and dirty blond hair had shortened to ear length but his steel blue eyes remained ever focused and calculating. He had slimmed down, in the 20+ years of being there and yet, took care of keeping his body in shape. His voice was deeper, huskier than his younger self, which gave him an off-setting chill when he spoke. He eyed Stillman, who stood behind Lilly before moving his gaze slowly over the woman who sat across from him. "You want me to tell you where my Pa and brother are?" He laughed under his breath. "Why would I do that?" The amusement drained from his voice as he finished.
"We know you and Justin were in here, together. You must have crossed paths at some point with him. You both followed your dad around like lost, little puppies... I bet you're just seething with anger because you were rejected for parole and Justin and your 'pa' got out." Lilly started off on a thin wire of questioning, to see if he would take the bait. When Nicholas only glared at her, she dug a little deeper. "Not to mention, your baby brother got out in ten years, has a nice job, nice house, doing fantastic compared to you and Vince and Justin."
Nicholas scoffed. "I ain't got no baby brother. And I could care less what he and that bitch, Shannon, do." His erie stare remained focused on her.
Lilly nodded, catching his emotional state of the interview. "You care more for an abusive, kidnapping rapist of a father than you do your own little brother? That really says a lot, Nick. Not even your kids want anything to do with you." She moved to stand up and start to pace on their side of the table as she gave reasons of why Cory was better than both his brothers, each glance back to see how it was sinking in, earned her a glare from the middle son.
Nicholas chuckled. "Sweet thing, you don't know nothin' about Cory. He's such a priss-ass wuss, he never could keep a whore satisfied. Stumblin' all over. Hell! Justin and Pa had to show him how to poke 'em. He ain't no different now then he was, back then. Now, you come to tell me, he's livin' the 'sweet life', out in your 'city'?" Laughter erupted from him. His gravelly voice sounded more erieily like his father's. His amusement lasted for several seconds as he smirked and thought of his sloppy little brother being his own man, in a city he'd never known.
"It's better than living in a nice, barren 8x11 cell with a bunkie. Why don't you tell us where he is, and we'll let you get back to it?" Stillman spoke, sarcasm clung to his words.
Dropping his snark and looking flatly at Stillman, Nicholas clarified. "I don't know. Last note, I got from Justin said he was gettin' out. Some tail sprung him. That's it."
Lilly shifted again. "Who was the 'tail'? Do you know?"
Nicholas shook his head. "Carrie somethin'. That's all I know. They'd been writin' letters back and forth for about five years. The way he talked about her, she was pretty hot. Kinda like you." He winked as he met Lilly's eye.
~~~
Carolyn Lambert, a sexy 37-year-old grad of Penn U, sat on the end of Cory's sofa and lazily played with her platinum blonde hair; twirling it in her fingers. She had spent the day in a tanning salon and then went shopping for the perfect sexy dress, to get Cory's attention. She eyed him as he washed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. "So, what do you do for fun around here?"
The house was small by modern standards but most duplexes were, in the 50s. A mirror image of his mother's house, next door, he had preferred rustic as she preferred updated. The downstairs consisted of a livingroom and kitchen whilst the upstairs held the bedrooms and bathroom. Wood flooring and a large area rug with Southwestern design gave the living room it's own flavour. He had lit a fire in the fireplace, which did nicely to warn the room but he had wished it was a stone mantle, instead of red brick.
Cory busied himself with cleaning up the kitchen, nervous of having his girlfriend of a year, at his house. "Uh, I have some board games or uh, chess. If you like games?" Ducking to look under the overhead cabinets, as he wiped down the stovetop, his heart racing.
Carolyn rest her chin on her bare arm, on the hard wood arm of the futon sofa and gave him a coy look. She bit her lip and moved to stand up, adjusting her skirt to raise the form, fitting material up, to expose more of her toned thighs as she walked over to where he stood, in the kitchen. She had kicked off her heels and walked barefoot, before they sat down to eat the meal he had cooked, himself. Grabbing his glass of wine and finishing it, she set the flute crystal glass on the countre, next to the stove and lifted herself up, to sit on the countretop. "How about a tour? First time I've been over here and I still haven't seen where you live, Cor."
"A tour?" Cory felt caught, like a deer in the headlights as he was grabbed by the collar of his clean dress shirt and pulled gently to stand in front of her. He allowed himself to be kissed and leant into it as she smelled so good. He had enjoyed the feeling of a woman's arms around him, willingly and did his best to let her lead, as not to create the feeling of forced romance. Gingerly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and moaned softly as she reached up to play with his shaggy blond hair.
Pulling back and smiling, Carolyn added. "You're not hiding anything, are you?"
"Hiding? No. Um,..."
Carolyn kissed him again and smiled more. "Good. A tour, it is." She bit her lip again and played with his shirt buttons, managing to unbutton the top three before he backed away and helped her down. Her bright green eyes sparkled hopefully as she stared at him. "C'mon, I don't bite."
Cory blushed. "It's not that. It's just..." he shrugged. He sighed and took her hand, leading her back into the livingroom, flicking off the kitchen light. "I redid the flooring about five years ago. Always liked real wood floors but, it's hard to get it, here. My uncle and I did the patio, out back and I want to redo the fireplace, when I have the chance."
"Nice." Carolyn looked around and noticed that all of the photographs were of him on holiday or he and his mother, at fun events. "You live here by yourself?" She walked over to the wooden bookshelf and ran a finger over the row of books; some with old spines and some with old library stickers he had bought at a book sale.
He nervously stared out at the night that blanketed his shared backyard. He watched her reflection as she walked slowly, sultrily from one end of the bookshelf to the other. "Yes. My mother lives next door." His heart pounded in his chest as she became curious enough to turn the corner and look upstairs. Cory swallowed. His last girlfriend had been over five years prior and kept her distance from him, after learning who he was. Though, he wanted intimacy with a woman, he told himself not to force anything but every time, they had gotten comfortable, his brain replayed the harsh voices of his youth and forced them apart.
Glancing back to him, Carolyn grinned. "What's up here?" She stepped on the first step and stopped as Cory had turned around and came closer.
"The bedroom and my work room."
Delighted, Carolyn smiled coyly. "The bedroom, huh? You can always tell a lot from a man by where he sleeps." She leant over and kissed him, again, before climbing the stairs. She was a few steps up when he turned the upstairs light on, that lit the small walkway as well as the stairs, and followed her up, warily. She glanced at the walls of the hallway and found them bare. The same with the walls of the adjoining rooms as she walked into the work room, first, the room to her immediate right. "Nice. You like working with your hands, huh?"
Cory stood at the door and watched her as she made her way around the small bedroom, he had turned into a hobby room for his model trains. "Yes. Look up." He reached around and flicked the light switch on, which turned on the room light as well as the model train set that ran on a track, along the walls of the room, just below the ceiling.
Carolyn's eyes widened with joy as the small train set made it's way around the room, every few seconds, blowing it's whistle. She giggled as she watched it go around. "You made that?" She stood in the middle of the room, amongst folding tables covered with wooden pieces and sprockets.
"No. My.... grandfather... left it to me. My cousins got everything else." The words held a small amount of sadness as he watched the train make it's way back to the start, over his head.
Nodding, Carolyn turned to look at him, the sombreness registering on his face. "I'm sorry."
Cory sniffled and hung his head, remembering the man that barely spoke to him.
Changing the subject and making her way past him, back into the hall, she stared at the dark room, to the left of the staircase. "What's that one?"
Cory turned to see where she was heading. "My bedroom." He flicked off the work room light and train and listened to the whistle die out as Carolyn walked into the dark room with a sexy swagger. Again, he followed her and stopped in the doorway, flicking on the light, beside him. Soft, gray carpet and plain white walls framed the small black, low-rise bedframe with matching nightstands on either side of the queen-sized bed. The room was bigger than the work room, but not by much. A hand-me-down dresser sat in the far corner and the open, sliding wood doors exposed the contents of the closet.
Sitting on the end of the bed, Carolyn reached out a hand for him to take and come closer. As Cory stood in front of her, she looked up at him and smiled. "Your mom doesn't come over unannounced, does she?"
Thinking for a moment, Cory's breath caught with the inkling of her meaning. "Uh, no."
"Good." Gathering her legs under her, she raised up on her knees and kissed him, again, whilst unbuttoning his shirt. "You are the hardest man to get close to, Cory Livingston. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were deliberately playing coy with me, Mister." She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.
His breath caught again as he felt her hands move to unbutton his jeans and unzip them. "I um,... don't want to rush anything."
Carolyn laughed breathily. "Rush? We've been dating for a year and the most we've gotten to is kissing and holding hands. Are you gay?" She quirked a brow and stopped what she was doing, sitting back to look at him.
"What? No." Caught off-guard by her question, Cory shifted and swallowed nervously, again.
Grinning cheshirely, and raising up again to kiss his soft lips, she whispered in his ear, "is it bedtime, yet?" Her ears picked up his faint moan as she kissed her way back down to his opened jeans. She gingerly removed his aroused manhood and lightly dabbed her tongue along the crown. To her amusement, she heard him gasp and place his hands lightly on her shoulders as she started to gently suck the tip.
Cory panted. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he moaned again. Gasping again and she stopped and sat back to slip her arms out of her off-the-shoulder dress and shimmy her way out of it altogether. He watched her as she dropped her purple mini dress over the side of the bed and laid back, wearing only black lace g-string panties. Cory swallowed and slipped his arms out of his shirt she had been kind enough to open before pushing down his jeans and briefs, still standing at the foot of the bed.
Raising up on her elbows, she grinned. "Got a rubber?" She blinked.
"In the drawer." He pointed to the drawer, next to her. The nightstand was clear of any junk or knick knacks, except the small lamp and a digital alarm clock. Cory watched as she opened the drawer and removed the brand new box he had bought at his friend from work's insistence. As she held up the package for him, he slipped his shoes off and then the rest of his clothes and took it from her, opening it and shakily placing it on his erection. He bent over and reached up to gently slide off her panties and then drag the tip of his tongue up her thigh, smiling as he gained a giggle from her. He kissed the left side of her pelvis and made his way up to gently, lovingly suck her left nipple of her C-cup breasts, feeling it perk at his attention. Again, he could feel her hands in his hair, petting and fisting as he pleasured her. He waited for her to stop or pull away from him but she never did. Instead, she urged him on with slight nods and whimpers with each shy look up at her.
At first insertion, he massaged the tip at her wet entrance and then eased himself in, still unsure if she wanted him or not. After a loud gasp in his ear, Cory felt her grab his firm buttocks and pull him deeper inside her, wanting to get on with it, which he happily obliged. He kept a good rhythm and craned his neck to kiss her bare shoulder and neck.
Carolyn arched her body up into his taut abdomen as his pace increased, gaining more moans and whimpers from her. Hooking her leg around his, she rolled them over and sat atop him, riding him and throwing her head back as he came multiple times. Another shift and he had regained control atop her, kissing her breast playfully. Minutes later, she came shortly before he did and she gasped as he panted and collapsed beside her, removing himself. "Mm, now don't you feel better?" She snuggled up to his right side, her head on his shoulder as her fingers played with the sprinkling of chest hair between his pecks.
Cory only panted and moaned his approval.
"Don't you have any other family photos? Like when you were a kid? Any other family?" Carolyn asked, softly.
Catching his breath and taking in the questions she asked, Cory froze. For once, he had forgotten about the other side of his family. He had allowed himself to be engrossed in the moment, like his mother had always said would happen, had he given it a chance and dated more often. "No. My Pa wasn't the kind of guy for cameras."
She giggled. "I bet he's as handsome as you."
Cory swallowed and sat up, feeling uneasy. "I wouldn't know."
Sitting up and rubbing his tense shoulders, Carolyn could tell she hit a nerve with him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You just never seem to talk about your family. You okay? Cory?" His flinch at her touch made her stop a moment and let him calm down on his own. "I'm sorry. Why don't you lie back down and, I'll give you a massage...? You'll like it. I promise. Or, we could go again? We only have 11 more in the box." She smirked as he tossed a glance over his shoulder at her.
The next morning, Cory awoke to find himself alone, in bed. He looked over the side of the bed and found her clothes gone but a note left on the second pillow, where she had slept.
"Next time, my place.
xxoo.
Carrie"
Panting and smiling at the night's playfulness, he lie back down and let the pleasant numbness wash over him, before the alarm went off.
~~~
The next morning, Lilly had settled in to her desk with coffee in hand and the morning's phone messages in front of her. She sipped at her coffee, that she stopped and picked up at a coffee shop, down the street, and read the first few on pink (urgent) stickies. Most of them had been from other cases, the others from her on again, off again boyfriend, Joseph, whilst the pink stickies were from the Cort family. With a sigh, she took another sip and glanced up as Mr and Mrs Cort walked into the squadroom.
"Is it true?!" Karen Cort called to Lilly as the blonde detective stood up and looked concerned at the visitors.
Lilly put her coffee cup down and walked towards the couple, warily. "Is what true?"
Tom Cort held his hysterical wife and answered for her, as the woman was quite shaken and close to tears over the news. "You don't know where the bastard that killed my daughter is?" Neither one of them looked like they had any sleep since John had told them the news, and their time of grief and healing seemed never-ending. "Or, do you enjoy harrassing the families in the news?"
Stillman had heard the commotion and had gotten up from his desk and came out to calm his friend down. "Tom, you know that isn't true. Come, sit down, let's talk." He motioned for the two uniformed officers, who had stepped forward, to back off and that it was alright, as he escorted them back to his office.
As if on cue, Cory Parker walked in, morning newspaper in hand. "Detective Rush! You really don't know where my Pa and brother are?" He held the paper out to her to show the headline in large, bold letters; "MANHUNT FOR PARKER AND SON CONTINUES!" The exasperated tone and look on his face told her he was in just as much shock as the Cort's were. "Please tell me you know where they are." He swallowed and waited for an answer from the detective.
"Cory, I--" Lilly started to answer him but was cut off by Mrs. Cort stopping and turning back to see the young man from the trials, stand in the middle of the room.
Karen Cort shrieked and walked back over to where Cory now stood. "You! You murdered my baby! MURDERER!" She had started pounding his chest with the side of her fists as she screamed. "I hate you! IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou! I HATE YOU!" Her fists connected deftly with him as Cory only stood there, looking more hurt at the woman's pain, than his own. She had wriggled out of his grasp as he tried to hold her by the arms and only kept hitting him, tiredly. With final blows to his chest, she cried and sunk to her knees in heavy sobs. "I want my baby back! I want my Tessa back. Please, give me my Tessa back!"
Cory stood waiting and felt the weight of the entire room of people staring at him, making him feel awkward and helpless. He swallowed and flinched as Stillman and Vera stepped forward to help the woman up and guide her back to Stillman's office. As he locked eyes with the woman, one last time, he had tried to apologise to her but instead heard her say something under her breath.
"You belong in that grave, not her. You coward." Karen tossed a numb look over her shoulder at the young man she had hurt with her words.
Cory shifted, nervously. He shook in panic as he watched the two men, arm and arm with the hysterical woman, now sobbing uncontrollably. Panting and looking from Lilly to Stillman to Tom, he locked eyes with Tom. He had wanted to say, "I'm sorry" but he feared the grieving father would also snap and charge him with hateful obscenities. With a final look to Lilly, Cory turned and hurried out of the squadroom before anything else happened.
Lilly grabbed her jacket from her chair and chased after him. "Cory, wait! Cory!" She caught up with him at the lift and talked to him all the way down to the lobby, trying to change his mind and come back up to the squadroom.
As the lift doors opened and they stepped out, Cory stopped and turned towards her. "No. For thirty years, I've been spat at, knocked around, shoved away and told what a hateful, disgusting person I am for having Vince Parker for a dad. There's only so much I can take. I didn't kill her, I just did what my Pa told me to do and that got me branded. If you're on their side then, I'll thank you to leave us alone. I can protect my mother." Cory turned around and walked away, again Lilly followed him outside as Scotty came out of the lift to follow her.
Scotty stopped a ways back but kept his eye on Cory, in case he advanced in Lilly's direction without warning.
"Cory, wait. We are looking for them. I don't know how this was leaked to the press but, we are trying to keep the victims and you and your mother safe." Lilly offered, again. The drizzling rain had started again. It had rained all night and through the morning and had little to no sign of stopping as they moved into midmorning.
Cory stopped and looked up at the overcast sky before taking a breath and turning back around to look at her. "You know, I've waited my whole life to find someone like you. Someone who wasn't afraid of me. Or, judged me for my last name. You don't know where he is, do you? You can't protect us from him coming after my mother, or me. The look in your eyes right now tells me you think we helped him. Isn't that right?"
"No, I don't. We didn't want you to be notified this way. Just, come back inside. Let us help you." Lilly pleaded.
"Why? so I can be the target of another hateful outburst? If you think I'm guilty, then arrest me, right now. That prison in there," he pointed to the building they had just walked out of as he spoke, "is far better than the prison I'm in out here. Right now, I have to get to work." His anger had evaporated as the rain came down a bit harder but the hurt had lasted longer than that.

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