A/N: Once again, sorry I haven't been updating. I'm soooooo...stressed out right now, and have been completley spacing!
Thanks SOOOO... much for all the reviews though,
I UBBERR appriciate them!
Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em.
"Where were you at 6:00 am this morning?" Woody firmly asked. He was sitting in interrogation 1 at the hard table. Jordan, who had somehow won again, was sitting next to him.
"Like I said man, I was at home sleeping. I didn't wake up till nine." Ray claimed. Woody pushed a picture of Vanessa's dead face to Ray, on the table.
"What is your relationship with Mrs. Gordon?"
"She is my ex. Why? What happened?"
"She died this morning close to 6am," Jordan informed, "We found semen on her body and it positively matched yours."
"So then I'm a….. suspect?" Ray trembled with fear and Woody's eyes caught it.
"Yes you are. And so far, you have no alibi, and your DNA was found on her." Woody said.
"The card you gave to her is motive." Jordan added.
"The card. I wanted to get back together with her. Her and Tim were having some….issues."
"So then you and Tim got in a fight and you killed Vanessa." Woody implied.
"No, that's not right." Ray claimed.
"We'll be right back." Woody said as he and Jordan stepped out of the room.
"He has something to do with it. I know it."
"Yeah. We better get Vanessa's husband in though. Can you take a DNA sample from the husband?"
"Ok."
"Lets go get him then." Woody and Jordan walked through the exit and made their way to the Gordon's house.
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Jordan knocked on the white door of the Gordon's house. It was 4:30 pm and she was getting tired. After a few minutes, she knocked again. Still no answer.
"Boston P.D." Woody yelled, kicking the white door in, leaving a dirty shoeprint behind. Woody walked into the kitchen and Jordan the living room.
"Ahh… Woody? He's over here." Jordan starred at the man lying on the ground, dead. He was 5'11", brown hair, skinny and wearing a business suit. Jordan reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his license.
"So Tim and Vanessa Gordon are both dead." Woody pointed out as he leaned over Jordan's shoulder and noticed the name on the I.D.
"Will you get my bag?" Jordan asked as she looked at the body. Woody quickly walked out to his car and grabbed her bag. They both put on the infamous latex gloves. Jordan took the liver temp and Woody patiently waited.
"Okay, get this. He died about 3-4 hours after his wife."
"So they Ray could have killed both of them."
"Yup. This is going to make things interesting. We're really going to have to get Ray to talk."
"You call for someone to take the body, I'll call CSU." Woody suggested, reaching for his cell. They both called the people they needed and just waited.
"C.O.D. seems to be this blow to his head," She pointed to the right side of Tim's head, "I'll know more once I do a full autopsy tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah. We have a dinner to go to in 2 ½ hours and I'm gonna stay in interrogation with you, so… tomorrow."
"I need you to run trace."
"Ok, drop me off at the morgue, and pick me up at 6 so I can go home and change."
"Ok." Once CSU arrived and Tim's body was loaded in the back of the big, black, medial examiner's van, Woody and Jordan headed to the morgue to start trace.
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"Look at this." Jordan said, pointing to a blonde hair in Tim's wound.
"Whose do you think it is?" Nigel asked.
"Ray Taylor's."
"Well that's a strong accusation love."
"I'm gonna call Woody. He is interrogating him right now. I'll have him take a hair sample." Jordan said, grabbing her phone and pressing speed dial 2.
"Hoyt." Woody answered.
"Woody. We found a blonde hair in Tim's head wound. Get a sample from Ray."
"Ok, thanks."
"Welcome. Bye." She closed the phone.
"Nigel, can you finish up here? I'm gonna take another look at the wife."
"Sure."
"Oh, and compare the prints from the knife with Tim's and Ray's."
"Okay love." Nigel replied. Jordan walked out and headed towards the crypt. On the way she ran into Lily.
"Jordan. How are you holding up?" Lily asked.
"Fine. Rumor has it bug asked you to be his 'date'"
"Yeah." She squealed.
"Of-tly excited I see."
"Yup, pretty much."
"Good for you. Have you guys been dating?"
"Sorta. We go to dinner every once and a while."
"And you love him and you get way to excited way to quickly."
"Yes and Yes!"
"Hey Lily, Will you be my maid of honor?" Jordan randomly asked.
"Yes! I'd love to!"
"Great. I've done my wedding planning for the day."
"Speaking of wedding planning. I'll help you with everything."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'll be like wedding planner Lily/Maid of Honor Lily."
"Sounds great."
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"I'm gonna need a hair sample." Woody told Ray.
"And I want a lawyer."
"Fine. Go call a lawyer." Woody sat impatiently. It was 5:15 now and he just wanted to get done with this case now. He wanted to plan baby stuff and wedding arrangements. 15 minutes later, Ray walked back into the cold interrogation room with a lawyer.
"I'm Detective Hoyt." Woody said, holding out his hand.
"And I'm Jake Winslow, Ray's lawyer." Mr. Winslow said, ignoring Woody's friendly hand.
"Ok then. I'll fill you in. Dr. Cavanaugh and myself went over to Tim Gordon's house to bring him in for questioning concerning his wife's murder. When we arrived, no on answered and we went in. When we entered the living room, we found Mr. Gordon dead. Dr. Cavanaugh found a blond hair in Tim's wound, and therefore we need to collect a hair sample from your client." Woody explained.
"Do you have anything else that leads you to believe that my client killed Vanessa or Tim?" Mr. Winslow questioned.
"We have motive. Your client wrote a letter to Mrs. Gordon saying he wanted to get back together with her. That gives us probable cause that Ray could have killed either of them."
"Well, your not getting any sample without a warning."
"Then I'll simply get a warrant."
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"Hey Jordan. The prints from the knife all belong to one Tim Gordon."
"So then Tim killed Vanessa?"
"So it seems."
"Have you called Woody?"
"No, I figured I'd leave that up to you."
"Thanks Nigel. I'll do that right now. I'm going to go. See you later Lily, bye Nigel." Jordan said as she walked into her office, leaving Nigel and Lily by the crypt.
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"Unless your going to arrest my client, we're going." Mr. Winslow claimed.
"Just a second," Woody said looking at the vibrating phone on his belt. The caller ID said it was Jordan. "Hey Jordan, what's up?" he asked, walking to the other side of the small room.
"The prints on the knife belong to the husband."
"So then the husband killed her?"
"Well it seems that way. Until we find where she was killed, we can't be 100 sure, but we are pretty certain it was the husband."
"Well then what about Tim?"
"Until we find the murder weapon and get a hair sample, we wont know."
"Yeah. I'm trying to get a warrant for one. Ray lawyer-ed up. Anything else?"
"No. I want to go back to the house though, look around some more."
"Ok. I'll come get you. So far we have nothing to hold Ray for, so I'll see you in 10."
"Kay, bye Woody." She said before hanging up. Woody walked back over to the table.
"You are free to go for now Mr. Taylor." Woody disappointedly said. He walked out of the room and headed to his car. Once he arrived at the morgue, he went up to the 9th floor and looked for Jordan. He found her in autopsy 2, finishing up the final stitches on Vanessa, in her blue scrubs. Even with blood on her hands and shirt and with clogs on her feet, she looked beautiful to him.
"Hey Jordan. Ready to go?" He asked as he watched her hair bounce as she moved.
"Yeah, but just a really short visit." She said. She took the bloody gloves off, and soon after left.
