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Chapter 1

Her cell phone woke her up, causing her already developing headache to worsen. Slowly she opened her eyes, now aware of her surroundings. The man sleeping beside her, the empty bottles that scattered the floor, she was aware of all of it. She was aware of the pain that had been steadily increasing, since the day that he had been shot, she was aware of the fact that she would give anything to go back in time and take it back. But she couldn't, she knew that what was done was done, and she had to live with it. But that didn't change the fact that it hurt. Bad. "Jordan, sorry about waking you up, but we're slammed."

"Where?"

"The apartment complex on Lexington Ave."

Jordan paused a moment before answering. "Okay."

"See you soon."

She got up and started getting ready to leave. No use in waking the guy sleeping in her bed up, he would be gone before she was home, she didn't know his name, nor did she want to. All of this was just a lie, to help ease the pain, that she knew would never go away. Jordan scrawled a note for her "partner" to read once he got up. I had to go to work, please lock up when you leave. And that was it. She was gone, to face another day at work, cutting up dead people, finding justice for them, because as hard as she tried, she just couldn't find justice for herself.

Apartment Complex on Lexington Ave.

"What do we have?"

"Two kids, both under the age of two by the looks of it."

Woody glanced over at Jordan talking the one of the uniform officers at the scene. He hoped that she could handle was she was about to walk into, he had barely been able to do it.

"Woody, where are they?" Jordan asked the detective, hoping that he would at least be pleasant during the case.

"Follow me."

They walked inside the small apartment, Jordan right behind Woody. When she saw the two small bodies, she almost threw up. They had been shot, there was blood all over the place. Jordan slowly walked over to the two boys, looking at them, wondering how anyone could do this to such innocent people.

"Where were their parents?"

"Don't know."

Jordan heard a small whimpering, and looked around for the source. She looked under the bed, and saw two very small eyes staring at her.

"You can come out now, it's safe now."

Jordan slowly pulled the little boy out from under the bed and into her arms.

"Shhh, it's okay. Your safe now." The little boy silently cried in her arms. Slowly she got up and carried him out to the ambulance. Jordan ignored the looks that she was getting from Woody walked away. "So, what's your name?"

"Michael." He stumbled over the letters, but he got the name out none the less.

"How old are you?" The small boy held up three fingers.

"Wat's you name?"

Jordan smiled, "Jordan." They were now at the ambulance. Jordan moved to set the boy on the gurney, but he started screaming.

"Joodan, Joodan. Don't leave me, he'll get me!" The little boy was screaming his head off, so the EMT allowed Jordan to hold him while he did his exam.

"He doesn't look like he was shot, I'm guessing that this blood is from the other little boys, or the killer."

"Okay. Michael, I'll be right back, I have to go and talk to that man right there, but you'll be able to see me the whole time."

"Kay." He smiled up at Jordan, and she smiled back. Jordan walked over to Woody who looked over her shoulder and noticed the little boy watching her, making sure that she didn't disappear.

"Looks like you have a little friend."

"He started screaming when I tried to put him down. He watched it Woody." Jordan looked up at him with sad eyes.

"We'll take him to the precinct until we can locate some family. Okay?"

"Thank you. I'll call Garret and tell him to come down." Jordan walked back to the little boy who jumped into her arms as soon as she was close enough. "Hey there, I have to call someone, but I'll stay right here okay?"

"Kay Joodan." She smiled as he crawled into her lap and closed his eyes. She dialed Garret's number and waited while he answered his phone.

"Macy."

"Hey, it's me. I'm down at the apartments. We sorta have a problem."

"What Jordan?"

"I have to go with Woody to the police station, so I can't bring the bodies back to the morgue."

"What happened?"

"You'll see, it's not bad, but I have to go. Talk to you later." Jordan hung up before he could question her further. She carefully picked up the now sleeping boy and headed for Woody's car.

"Ready?"

"Yep." Woody started the car, and glanced over at Jordan, who was looking out the window, and trying to cover up the fact that she was crying. "Jordan, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." She hoped that he would ignore the fact that she now had tears falling down her face, he didn't say anything, just grabbed hold of her hand and continued driving to the precinct.

Woody's Office

Jordan laid Michael down, careful not to wake him up. She sat down next to him, moving his hair out of his face.

"Jordan, we found his mother, she was killed two nights ago."

"What about the father?"

"He killed the mother."

"What happens now?"

"He'll probably be placed in a foster home."

"Can I keep him?" Jordan looked up at Woody, not trying to hide the tears in her eyes.

"I don't know Jordan, are you sure about this? I mean it's a big responsibility. I don't even know if they would let you."

"But I can at least try. He's all alone, and I know what that feels like." Jordan looked down. Maybe Woody was right, maybe she was stupid to even think that someone would let her take care of the little boy.

"Joodan, Joodan, help me! He's going to get me." Michael cried out in his sleep, and Jordan swiftly picked him up and rocked him until he stopped crying. "Shh, he can't get you, I have you, your safe now." She looked up at Woody, who was silently watching her calm the distraught boy down. He knew that she needed the boy just as much as he needed her.