This chapter is for Mandy and Mexwojo for sticking with this story.I have one loyal reviewer for each show. That's so helpful!!

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Lori



Bosco could barley hold his own weight more less hers. He stumbled back into the door, using it to brace himself until he could lift her. Hoyt moved forward to help.

"I got her." He growled, pushing past him to the table.

"Oh my God." Jordan breathed. Boscorelli pulled his damp sweatshirt over his head and started putting it on her.

"Wait.' Switzer muttered.

"She's shaking." Bosco hollered back, continuing dressing her.

"We need forensics." Kate muttered looking back at Jordan. "Live autopsy."

The other ME shook her head.

"The rain would have washed off most of it." She explained. "Anything it didn't isn't going to be effected by a sweat shirt." She moved forward."I need the.." She shut her eyes before swinging her head towards Hoyt. "It's all in the car."

"What?" Hoyt looked at her, reality dawning on his face slowly. "Nigel's stuff."

"Not just that. The first aide kit. Blankets, clothes.. " She rolled her eyes.

"Maybe there's something here." Woody whispered moving towards the back rooms.

"I have my backpack." Kate whispered. Pulling it off and digging through it. "I've got a pocket knife, band aides, first aide cream... "

"Unless you have a crime scene kit in there.." Jordan shook her head, turning back towards where Bosco was pulling his sweatshirt over his partners head.

"Oh my god.." He stopped suddenly his hand pulling back from her face.

"What?" Cavanaugh turned back towards them.

"She's not cold." He looked up at Jordan. "She's fucking on fire."

Boscorellli cupped her forehead for a second before moving his hands over her cheeks.

"Faith..?" He swallowed hard as Jordan repeated the action of feeling her forehead. She looked at Kate shaking her head and gasping the woman's wrist. Switzer made her way over, giving her a questioning glance. "What's wrong with her?"

"Pulse is sky high." Jordan mumbled.

"Infection?" Kate muttered.

"Where?" Jodan shook her head, pulling the cops jaw down slowly and looking into her mouth. "I can't see anything."

"I have a pen light." Kate muttered going back to her bag.

"What can I do?" The patients partner whispered.

"Help me get this off of her." The brunette medical examiner started unsnapping the side of the hospital gown she was wearing. She cast a worried glance at him when that was all she had on. He closed his eyes for a second before rubbing his face.

"I found a few things." Woody called, coming back into the room. Jordan shot Bosco a sad smile as he hurried to cover her with his jacket. "I got a bed sheet, a plastic shower curtain and some packing tape."

Jordan nodded before raising her eyebrows at Boscorelli.

"We got her. Help Woody board the door back up." He looked hesitantly at her. "Kate and I need to check her over."

He nodded reluctantly, his hand slipping off of her as he joined the detective at the door.


"She's not nine months pregnant." Kate exhaled slowly.

"Her uterus is enlarged. She was." Jordan whispered, moving her hands along the cops torso. "Do you have tape measure in there?"

Kate looked at her bag and shook her head.

"How big is a centimeter?" She held up the tip of her pinky and her coworker shrugged, raising her eyebrows as Jordan used it to measure. "We'll say 22"

"She's got a central line."

"You're kidding me?" Jordan looked up watching Kate move her fingers against the tri-fuse. "Two peripherals and a central. What the hell where they giving her?"

"I can't find any obvious external injury." Kate drew her hands across Yokas' abdomen, pointing out the almost unnoticeable pin hole marks."I'll check under her nails. You wanna do a pelvic?" Jordan nodded, tossing her the tape.

Maurice Boscorelli craned his head back watching the ME's examine his partner as he held the board against the door for Detective Hoyt. The Boston man hammered the nails back in with a piece of pipe.

"That aughta hold." He whispered giving it a tug. Bosco let his hands fall away. "She's tough." He added. Bosco's head whipped around. "She must have followed us back here."

"Yeah, after you all left her there." He moved back through the entryway towards the girls.

"Minimal bleeding. She's still dilated to four. No tearing." She reached for the sheet, it looked clean enough to put over her. "Five days at the most?"

"More like four." Kate grimaced. "Why isn't she bleeding more then?"

"Maybe they did a D and C?"

"Why?"

"Who knows."

"Is she okay?" Bosco tugged the sheet further around his partner, moving her hair off of her cheek.

"She's got a fever. That's all we know." Jordan told him.

"That and the fact that she gave birth recently." Kate added.

"What?" He shook his head.

"We had a source at Mercy who told us she never had a miscarriage." Jordan watched him swallow, turning back to look at his partner.

"She lied to me." He whispered shaking his head slowly. "Why would she..?"

"Maybe she didn't want you to think less of her." Kate said softly. Bosco shook his head with a grimace.

"I wouldn't have." He almost shouted, before his eyes dropped back down to her. "I wouldn't have."

Jordan bit her lip as he repeated his promise in a whisper to his partner.

"Can you help her" He looked up at them. Kate and Jordan exchanged glances. "You've got to help her."

"I don't think the four advil in my bag are going to take the edge off."Kate shook her head, looking at Woody.

"We gotta get her out of here." Bosco shook his head.

"And go where exactly? Back to the armed gate? What you think we just walk out? Into the desert?"

"We can't stay here." Jordan's voice rose. "There is nothing here. No water, no food, no electricity. How long before they find us!?"

Bosco pushed his palms against the edge of the table leaning forward, his eyes studying his partners sweaty face.

"There is no good outcome here. We lept with out looking and now we're screwed." She shouted.

"Stop it." Kate put her hands out in front of her like she was warding off Cavanaugh's words. "We can't panic about this. We didn't panic after the damn plane crashed we can't panic now."

"We had our equipment after the plane crashed Kate right now we have a moldy shower curtain and the contents of your backpack!"

"We need to regroup." Woody said quickly, his hand clamping down on Jordan's arm just above her elbow. "We have to figure out what we know and what we don't know." She looked at him, his fierce blue eyes held a steady gaze, she tried to find it calming before nodding her head. "I'm gonna search the rest of the house. See if I can find anything. You and Kate need to use everything you know to figure out how to help her." He turned his head towards the unconscious woman before meeting Bosco's eyes. "Then you and I are gonna talk cop to cop about what the hell are options are."

Bosco nodded at him before laying his hand against his partners shoulder. Hoyt cast another look at his girlfriend before making his way back into the kitchen and down the steps into the basement.


"What if you had what you needed?" Bosco whispered softly from his partners side. "What's the first thing you would do?"

"Figure out what the hell they've been drugging her with." Kate whispered.

"The bags weren't marked." Jordan shook her head. "I could have been anything."

"What about the others?" He whispered.

"The files are gone." Jordan breathed looking at Kate. Switzer pulled a pile of post it's out of her bag and grabbed a pen.

"Then we better write down all we can remember."


"We can last a few days with what I found in the basement." Woody turned a few of the cans around on the floor next to where they were sitting. "If we can get it open with Kate's pocket knife."

"I'll get them open." Bosco growled.

"Only two gallons of water though."

"We can probably get some rain water from out back. From the rain." Bosco shook his head. "Hell it might even freeze tonight."

"In the desert?"

"Desert nights are cold. It was mild today." He shook his head again, rolling his lips tight against his teeth. "With the rain."

"We'll have to start a fire." He looked towards the borded windows before glancing at the fireplace.

"It'll probably be okay." Boscorelli sucked on his cheek. "Cloud cover should make it pretty damn dark. Too dark to see any smoke."

"The teach you about deserts in the NYPD accadmey?"

"Nah." Bosco leaned until his back hit the leg of the table, he reached his arm up behind him and brushed his fingers across his partners arm. "Rangers."

Woody nodded.

"You guys were in a plane crash?" He blinked back a the detective. Woody's eyes widened. "Kate.. said something..back there."

"Yeah. Last year. "

"Damn." Boscorelli rubbed his face before pulling himself to his feet and turning to his partner. Woody watched him move the hair off of her face before laying his palm flat against her clavical.

"Listen.. Boscorelli.. I'm sorry about before." Bosco turned his head towards him quickly before turning back to Faith. "I was an ass, about everything."

The stocky man shrugged in return.

"Probably was too." He muttered. "Be pretty much the norm with me." Woody watched a slow smile cross his face as he drew his fingers down her arm before squeezing it at the wrist. "Faith's better.. with people.."

"We're going to do everything we can." Woody assured him. "To get your partner out of here."

Bosco nodded, never looking back.