A/N OK, so after dabbling my feet in The Mentalist, I've decided that I always return to my roots. This is neither of the two Cold Case fics I had started on, but it's driving me crazy, so I thought I should just post it. It's the result of a very bored me. Anyway, this is my first collection of very, very short fics revolving around lies. Yes, it is taken directly from the LiveJournal community 7_lies, because I've found that LiveJournal has some great prompt sets! :) The prompt used for each ficlet is in the chapter title. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine. It is nearly Christmas, though...

She hadn't meant it. They were arguing about something, about them, and he just wouldn't let up, and those three little words had slipped from between her lips before she could catch them.

His face darkened, the hurt in his eyes breaking her heart, more so when she realized that she had put it there.

"Scotty..." she had said quickly, desperately, in the hopes that he wouldn't leave, but he was already yanking on his jacket and heading towards the exit.

Now, three hours later, she was tapping uncertainly on his apartment door. Lilly wasn't certain why she was bothering. When no reply came from inside, despite the television noise obvious to her ears, the blonde detective knocked again.

"I know you're in there," she called softly, and the volume of the TV dropped. Lilly continued.

"I wanted to tell you that I lied. I don't hate you."

The door was flung open, and Scotty stared at her in a mixture of curiosity and confusion. She looked so small and sad that it took all of his might not to sweep her into his arms and never let go.

"Then why'd you say it?" he asked. Lilly shrugged, moving forwards to rest her hands on his waist.

"Sometimes I get love and hate confused."

There ya go, guys! Depending on feedback and interest, I may even post the second fic tonight! *dramatic noise* Let me know what you think! ;)