Julia sat at her desk trying to finish her report on this afternoon's post mortem. She just could not seem to concentrate. Her mind kept drifting back to William. She had not been able to stop herself thinking of him since she had seen him at that hockey game. She had decided it was better that she be away from the morgue the day William was supposed to come in to get the stitches pulled. She had made sure her best assistant was there to tend to William but had stayed away. Seeing him, talking to him had disturbed her too much. Darcy and she were barely getting along these days. Seeing William was not helping.

Julia shook her head. She had to get back to her report. Not that her findings seemed to matter much to anyone these days. Since William had been downgraded to constable, no other detective wanted to know about stomach content and particulate matter on the body. Time of death seemed to be the only information they wanted from her. The detective who had replaced William at Station 4 was of the traditional persuasion. He did not let such trivial matter such as crime scene evidence and post mortem results affect his conclusions. William had been gone for well over two years now and still Julia could not get used to working without him. She really did not know what happened on her wedding day that had caused him to loose his job. She had been shocked and to hear the news. Slowly Julia left her thoughts drift back to that day…

Darcy and Julia were busy getting ready to leave for Europe for a two month honeymoon. Even just married to Darcy, she could not stop thinking of William. Finally the day before Darcy and she were due to leave she went to see her father...

"Good morning Father, how are you this morning?

"I am well and Julia. Are you all calmed down from the excitement of your wedding day?

"Yes , Yes I am Father..." answered Julia, a bit lost in her thoughts. Julia shook her head and decided the only way to deal with this was to plunge in head first.

"Father you know Detective Murdoch. He and I have been colleagues for years". she continued.

"Colleagues, well, I think for a while it was a bit more than that" muttered her father. Julia chose to ignore that comment.

"He is a fine upstanding man Father. Perhaps too honest. I fear his honesty has gotten him into serious trouble this time, and… and I think this time he needs a bit of help" continued Julia..

"Help Julia? What kind of help?" asked Mr. Ogden.

"Well Father. I fear that without any intervention, Detective Murdoch's career may be ruined." She stopped talking and looked at him questionably.

"Intervention on my part you mean? Julia I do not think you have asked me for anything since you were twelve. Now after all these years, you ask for a favor for a colleague? Now there could certainly have been other occasions in the past when your father's help could have" He hesitated and went on: "made life easier for you?" Her father said nothing else, but Julia could sense there was hidden meaning in his words.

Julia simply looked at him directly in the eyes and said nothing. He was the first one to look away wondering when it had all gone wrong with his daughter. He had never had a son and in many ways Julia had fulfilled that role. She had definitively been a tomboy. Much to her mother's despair and he had to admit to himself to her father's pride. Julia and he had been inseparable back then. He had taken her fishing, hunting, all the things he would have done with a son. They had had complicity that he so much missed now.

Then overnight, she was no longer a child and the fights had begun... Her mother of course had tried to mediate and both Julia and he had been too headstrong to listen. Julia had left to go to university. He had been against it. He knew what awaited her there. Knew that she would have to fight every single inch of the way. Knew what young men away to university were like. He had been one of them once. He worried, even feared for her, but in the end Julia had won. Julia had won her freedom. She had paid for it though. Paid for it dearly. Julia of course never told him, never asked for help. She had handled everything herself. And now all these years later, she actually was asking him for help. He took a deep breath and said:

"Julia one of these days, you and I will have to have a long discussion". Just as she was about to say something, he lifted his hand to stop her: 'But today is not the day. I realize that. I know that if you are here today asking me this, it is because it is very important to you. I promise you I will do everything I can". He hesitated and continued: "Because you asked Julia, for no other reason. Hear this though. You and I will have to talk one day." He saw the familiar look defiance on her face and immediately his heart crumbled: "Not today though."

Her father continued: "Julia be aware that all I ever wanted for you was your happiness. I hope you will find it with Darcy. As for this matter, I will try to the utmost to help your detective Murdoch".

Julia looked at him: "Thank you Father"

Darcy and she had gone to Europe for their honeymoon and for a while Julia actually believed that they could be happy together. Darcy loved her and in her own way she loved him back. Ruby had written to her while she was gone and it was through her letters that she had discovered what had happened to William. He had been demoted to constable and moved to another Station House. Ruby explained that given the circumstances, William had been extremely lucky that a demotion was all he had to endure. The expectation had been that he should have been dismissed or even sent down. It was then that Julia realized that her father had indeed intervened and helped. They had never talked of it, but she had read the unspoken message in her father's eye the first time they had met upon her return from Europe. Darcy had resumed his work at the children's hospital; she at the city morgue and William, well William was working as a constable at Station House 1.