A/N- I put my other CJ story on hold. I just needed a little break from it until I've written this one. I'm writing this because I'm a fan of the show, and I'm sick and tired of all the weepy, weak, lovey, babycrap that's been written about Jordan of late. If she was weepy and weak, the show would be much different… and she would not be the strong-willed, charismatic, bull-headed, go getter we all know and love. So… please enjoy, and if you must flame do it with the knowledge that I don't give a flying fck.

Bye-Bye Blackbird

Jordan sat calmly behind her desk, reading the latest on her beloved Sox, they weren't doing particularly well that season, but the previous day they'd beat the Yankees 3-0 and that was all that really mattered in baseball. She saw Garret walk into her office in a rush and she nonchalantly gave him a 'what's up' by raising her eyebrows and giving him a nod.

"Jordan, a call just…" he paused, looking at her carefree expression. She'd been reading the sports page again. "A call just came in, possible murder/suicide in Beacon Hill, you're up."

"No problem, Garret." She said with a wry grin on her face. Walking past her overly-stressed boss she gave him a nudge and a wink before adding, "Don't wait up…"

Garret shook his head and walked out of her office after her before bumping into Lily in the hallway. It took a short direction dance before they were able to pass each other, and he walked back to his office, wondering what adventures the day would bring. With Jordan in a good mood, it could leave room for any number of things to happen… from her turning a simple murder/suicide into a homicide to Nigel and Bug having the irresistible urge to defy logic with their wordy explanations of why it couldn't have taken place where the police thought it had. Sipping his lukewarm cup of coffee, he looked out the windows of his office, enjoying the silence, broken only by the jazz music he played softly for background noise.

"Jordan, over here…" Woody called. He stood on the rooftop of a multi-million dollar Beacon Hill home; the view was incredible. As the ME came over he leaned down next to the female body as she did, and began explaining his theory of the crime. "It looks like she got it first, probably a lovers quarrel… then he shot himself in the head. Pretty cut and dry, don't you think Jordan… Jordan?"

She had already gotten up and moved to the second body. Slipping her hands into the latex gloves, she fingered the man's coat, something had caught her attention. "Hey Woody… I think you've got it backwards. This guy didn't die from the shot to the head; he's got a hole in his chest the size of a golf ball. Looks like the jacket was added later… there's not a trace of blood on it."

Woody shook his head, what were the 'three blind mice' the newest members of his squad? He looked at the woman lying at his feet and knew exactly what that meant. His simple murder/suicide had just turned in to a homicide. The woman, lying face down on the cold bricks, had been clearly shot in the back. There must have been a third person on the roof with them. "Okay guys, let's get prints off everything that opens up here; looks like we caught ourselves a homicide."

"See you later Woody." Jordan smiled as she walked down through the lavishly decorated house. She paused for only a moment, taking in a family portrait done of the two corpses on the roof. The two kids, who sat smiling in the photograph, had just become the newest victims of the homicide. Shaking her head, she wondered where they were.