"Yeah." Woody huffed, his eyes falling over the mountain of paperwork.
"Lets start from the top and go over the report again." Matt suggested. Woody looked distractedly at the phone. "Hoyt?" The other detective's blue eyes lifted to his own. He was starting to regret agreeing to work with Woody during Santana's maternity leave. The Captain thought it would be good for him to ease his way back into police work after the absence. "Woody?"
"Yeah.. we can.. I was just thinking maybe I'd.." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the number from memory before smirking at the answer from the otherend. "That's no way to greet a member of the police department Mr. McCoy." He laughed into the phone. Matt rolled his eyes. "No. Hey, I'm on a case and I want your opinion."
Seely rolled his eyes again huffing loudly. "I'm thinking drug deal gone bad. Yeah.. hang on let me look.. sure."
Seely wandered the length of his office before slipping out the door and wandering over to the coffee machine.
"Hey, I brought you your tox screen." Peter Winslow wandered over to him. "You look like shit. Case not going well?"
"Thanks to you."
"Me?" Peter grunted.
"Yeah you!" He hissed. "You're the one who knocked up my partner."
"What? Not working out with Hoyt?" Peter smirked.
"Nah. Hoyt has a partner." He chucked a finger towards the man on the phone.
"I thought Jordan swore off investigative work?" He asked, glancing towards Woody who was nodding in understanding into the phone.
"She did." He muttered. "I'd take Jordan any day. "
"Then who?" Peter looked a Seely.
He just grunted.
Woody slammed down the phone and hurried out of the office.
"Hey, Danny had a great hunch. Lets go. Hey Pete." He smacked the back of Seely's chair with the file. "Lets go..."
"Give me one damn minute.." He whined.
"Fine take two." He set the file down and started wrestling with his coat while singing under his breath. "Justice is the one thing you should always find...You got to saddle up your boys...You got to draw a hard line... When the gun smoke settles-."
"Shut the hell up will ya?" Seely snapped.
"What?" Woody mumbled. "You're the one that started it. Ever since you requested that song at the party, I can't get it out of my-."
"Are you coming or not?" He moaned loudly walking towards the door.
"Luv, you have got to look at my guys rap sheet. It reads like John Grishum. I'm not even kidding.."
"Sorry Nige.. not interested." Jordan said quickly brushing past him and into her office.
"Oh come one Luv! Your words say no but your eyes say.." Jordan shot him a look. "Okay so they say no too." She smiled trumphantly before looking back at her desk. "Don't you even want to know cause of death?"
"Do you need my professional assistance in any way?" She asked him for the millionth time.
"Need is a strong word."
"Nige. I had conditions for my return.. No high profile cases... no external investigating... no poking my nose where is doesn't belong... you agreed to these conditions, right?"
"I didn't think you meant them."
"I meant them." She looked up at him before her eyes drifted past him to see her husband approaching.
"Hey Jor." He grunted moving past Nigel into his wife's office.
"Hey." He kissed her cheek.
"Bug called us about a body?"
"Oh good you're here." Peter stuck his head in the room. "How'd the hunch play out?"
"It would have played out fantastic if Seely would have let me handle it." Woody accused.
"Yeah.. um it would have been fantastic if not for need of one thing.. wait what was it again Hoyt? Oh yeah.. JUST CAUSE." Matt growled.
"Someone was too damn perfect to try just a tiny little bait and switch.."
"You've been talking to Danny again." Jordan smiled at him.
"You're a cop Hoyt. Not a Vegas shifter.."
"A Vegas what?"
"You know what I mean. Simmons is going to have my ass for this.."
"Oh please! I'll handle Lu! Leave her ass to me." Woody felt Jordan tense next to him. He shot her a look. "You know what I mean.."
"Sure." She said coolly.
"Jordan?" He looked at her questioningly.
"I said sure." She moved thought the crowd in her office and started towards autopsy.
"Jordan.." He shouted after her.
"I have work to do!" She yelled back. Woody muttered a few curse words and rubbed his face.
"Smooth." Winslow quipped.
"Shut up..." Hoyt muttered.