I am aiming this to be a shorter story…hopefully. It deals heavily with faith and spiritual things. The title comes from the Bible, Matthew 10:16…but the verse really doesn't have anything to do with the story…just thought it would be a good title.

The story is consistent with CJ up to Don't Leave Me This Way…until Jordan is arraigned for JD's murder, but in my story she didn't find his flash drive…at least not at the time she did in the show. I was going to create a whole new murder for this story, but this is already here, and really…how many times can a girl be accused of murder?

And so…on with the show:-).

Chapter One: Accused

Jordan left the courthouse in a daze. How could this be happening? Did she really shoot him? Why? Why would she shoot him? Jordan racked her overwhelmed brain trying to remember just a small part of last night.

She had been genuinely happy to see JD when he showed up. She had been lonely, and Woody sure wasn't paying any attention to her. Jordan may not have loved JD…yet…but she did care about him, and wanted to try things again. With that, plus the fact that nothing she knew about JD would make her angry enough to want him dead, left her completely confused.

Then there were the circumstances…she was a medical examiner, for goodness sake. If she really had killed him, she would have found a much better way to do it. And to hide the body…it's not like she didn't know every trick in the book already. It just didn't make any sense that she would have left the crime scene that obvious. Too obvious. She had to have been set up.

But who could have done it, then? And why did they pick her as their scapegoat? Why didn't they just kill her too? The questions kept circling in Jordan's head until she felt like she would explode.

Jordan stopped walking and realized she was in a park. She looked around and saw a bench just a bit further away. The trees were in full bloom with leaves, and there were enough of them around to make the bench heavily secluded. Maybe if she could just be alone for a while, she could figure it all out.

Sighing, she sunk down onto the hard wood. Pushing the heels of her hands into her eyes, Jordan tried to calm herself down. The truth was, she did feel responsible for JD's death. Even if she hadn't pulled the trigger, she had been there when it happened. And she did nothing. There weren't even signs that she tried to save him after he was shot. She just let him lay there and bleed out. How could she have done such a thing?

Suddenly, the grief over JD's death and the fear of what would happen to her overcame her senses. A few hard, sharp sobs escaped her lips. Jordan quickly pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to stop. She had to be strong…she had to fight this.

The problem was, she didn't know how. Jordan had no clue what to do. She knew that her friends would help her…but what could they do? They hadn't found any evidence pointing to someone else.

Jordan felt completely hopeless and powerless. It was a feeling that scared her to death. Pulling her legs up to her chest, Jordan buried her head in her arms and tried to shut out the world.