A/N: Hey, sorry I havnt updated! I was in Mexico for a week, then I started school on Wensday, so yeah! Sorry MUCHESSSS! Love, Me!

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CHAPTER 14:

Jordan's phone rang. Oh how she hated phones, at least when they were interrupting things. It was 4:30 am, and her phone was ringing. Finally, she picked it up.

"Cavanaugh." she reluctantly answered.

"Jordan. Lu is gone."

"What do you mean 'Lu is gone'?" Woody asked, waking up. He heard pretty much everything, including the cursing from underneath Jordan's breath when she heard the phone ring.

"Woody, she was outside on her way to her hearing yesterday and some how got away." the voice on the phone replied.

"Thanks for telling us Lily." Woody replied, taking the phone from Jordan's frayed hand. He hung it up.

"No, not again." Jordan started crying "How could she get away? What is she going to do to me now? I-I can't do this again."

"Jor, calm down," He wrapped his arms firmly to show her she was safe, "I'm here this time, I wont let her take you."

"She's probably at my apartment now, waiting for me, to finish me off for good."

"Jordan, you are at my apartment and I promise I'll keep you safe." He comforted her. She was lying there, limp, in his reassuring arms. Sure, she trusted him and knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her, but she had other people's danger in her mind. If something were to happen to her, something to the baby as well. Did Lu know? About them? About her being pregnant? Jordan just wondered off mentally into a day-mare about Lu coming to Woody's apartment and finding Jordan there with him. When Woody noticed her face grow pale, he grabbed her hands and kissed them.

"Ok. I know you're thinking and I want to know what it is." Woody softly demanded.

"What if she comes here to find you, but instead of only finding you, she finds us?"

"You're so defiant, but that's just one of those things I love about you. Don't worry Jor, I'm here with you."

Jordan cut him off. "And you'll keep me safe. I know that already. Damn hormones." She attempted to blame it on her being pregnant, but it didn't really work.

"What could I do to make you feel any safer?"

"Have you gun on that nightstand, call someone to see any progress in finding her, stay awake with me, and hold on to me as tight as you can….please."

"Ok. I'll go get my gun and my phone. Do you mind if I go get those?"

"Ok." His grip released with him walking over to his jeans for his phone and his hallway closet for his gun. "Who do you want me to call?"

"Whoever was working the case."

"Well, Seely was the detective other than me and I think Walcott is dealing with this one."

"Call Walcott." She let out a long sigh and fell back into the pillows on Woody's bed. She sat there and waited. Waited for Woody to tell her about any progress, for him to comfort her, and hold on to her.

"Walcott said they haven't found her yet. And…" Woody said hanging up the phone.

"And what?" Jordan hated the 'buts' and 'ands'. They always left her hanging.

"That they would go to your apartment to see if she is there."

"Thanks."

"Anytime. Now why don't you try and go to sleep."

"Will you stay awake with me?"

"Sure Jordan." He lied down next to her, grabbing onto her tightly. What he wanted to know was how in the hell she escaped.

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"Damn Jordan. Where are you this time? On call?" Lu asked herself as she broke into Jordan's apartment. Yes Lu did want to finish her off, but this time, her plans were deepened. She wasn't going to kill just one person, not two people, but 3; Jordan, then Woody, then herself. "I guess I could always wait until she comes home." She said aloud, sitting on Jordan's lumpy couch. As she sat on the couch, she started to get tired. Even though she was determined to stay awake, she fell fast asleep. Next thing she knew, she was in handcuffs in the back of a cop car.

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"Jordan, are you still awake?" Woody asked. He had just gotten off the phone with Walcott.

"Uh huh. And I heard all the things you said to me."

"Did you hear my phone call with Walcott?"

"No, I guess I fell asleep after you started brushing my hair." Jordan almost seemed to be in la-la-land.

"Oh, well they went to your apartment and found Lu sleeping on your couch. She was probably waiting for you."

"Is she gone?"

"Yeah, she is gone. They moved her up to higher security and she is going everywhere with cuffs around her ankles and everything. I told you would be fine."

"I know. I want to sleep some before work. Did we ever get that warrant?"

"We got it. I'm going to call him back in and get that hair sample, but first I'm going to get some sleep."

"Goodnight Woody."

"Good night Jordan."

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Not only did Jordan hate cell phones, but she hated morning sickness. After Woody had convinced Jordan to ride to work with him, they left. Jordan had to get a hair sample from Ray anyways, so she went with him. She and Woody waited in interrogation for Ray and his lawyer. They were going to get the hair sample to compare with the one found in Tim's head wound and show Ray all of the letters they found at the Gordon's place. Seely walked in with Ray, his lawyer not far behind.

"Hello Mr. Winslow. I got that warrant for a hair and DNA sample from your client."

"Fine, go ahead." the stern lawyer spat out.

"Uh…I'll be right back." Jordan yelled over her shoulder, running out of the interrogation room. Morning sickness strikes again.

"What is this all about?" Mr. Winslow asked.

"Morning sickness," Woody shyly replied. "I'll take the sample though." Woody got a piece of Ray's hair and swabbed his mouth for DNA. He had worked with M.E.s long enough to know sort of what to do.

"Sorry about that." Jordan said, re-entering the room.

"Don't worry. I got the samples for you." Woody proudly replied, getting her chair for her. Once all four of them were sitting again, Woody got up and showed Ray and his lawyer the letters, along with the pictures of the closet where they were found.

"What do these have to do with anything?" Ray's lawyer asked.

"Your client was writing threatening letters to Tim Gordon. This one," Woody explained, pounding on the letter in the evidence bag, "states that if Tim were to do anything to Vanessa, Ray would kill him."

"That's right. I did write those." Ray replied.

"Don't say anything else Ray. Were going and until you find something connecting him forensically to either of the crimes, were staying away." Mr. Winslow stated, walking out the door with Ray.

"Sorry for having to run out on our little party." Jordan sarcastically apologized.

"Its fine. Are you alright?" He asked.

"Fine. Just morning sickness. Lets go to the morgue to run these well taken samples."

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"The hair you found in Tim's wound, positive match for Ray's." Nigel told them.

"Thanks Nige." Jordan thanked.

"This is great, great! We have motive, and forensic evidence for Tim. Now all we have to do is prove that Tim killed his wife, but why?" Woody asked.

"Well, lets say Vanessa and Tim were having problems. Vanessa was cheating on her husband with Ray. Ray sends her that card saying to get back together with him, meaning for good…"

"And for Tim finds out, therefore killing his wife." Woody finished Jordan's statement.

"And then, Ray found out, Tim killed Vanessa, and Ray killed him." Jordan added.

"Sounds right, but we still need a murder weapon for Tim." Nigel pointed out. They had completely left out that minor detail.

"Lets go back to the house, see if we can find anything with blood on it. What do you think did it?" Woody asked.

"Something sharp, probably metal or something else that is hard." Jordan replied.

"Lets go Jordan. Bye Nigel."

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"Woody, look for any sharp metal objects, possibly ones with blood on them." Jordan instructed, pointing out the obvious.

"And what are you going to be doing?" He sarcastically asked.

"Sitting and waiting for you to find something so I can get a sample."

"Ah. Ok." He went off through the living room from the kitchen and started looking around, under chairs, behind doors and once he made his way to underneath the couch, he found it. It was a metal door stop in the shape of a palm tree to match the room's tacky Hawaiian theme. There was blood on it as well.

"Ah hah. I think I found it Jo." He said, yelling into the kitchen where she was sitting, twiddling her thumbs.

"Ok. Bring it here." She teased.

"Are you serious?" He asked, lying on his stomach by the couch. He slowly got up, but Jordan got there first. She jumped up from behind him and grabbed his stomach, tickling him.

"Ha ha! Gotcha! I wasn't serious by the way. I just wanted to do that."

"Spray me!"

"Spray you? Why are you my bloody murder weapon?" She leaned over and kissed him.

"No, spray this tacky door stop." He replied, finally pulling away. This wasn't the first time they had kissed at a crime scene
.
"Why would I spray you when we can use a cotton swab and a plastic baggie?"

"What are you implying Dr. Cavanaugh?"

"Gosh Woody, I can take a-"

He interrupted, "I know what you can do, so do it. I wasn't being serious."

"Ok, lets head back to the morgue, then go interrogate Ray."

"Yeah, but this time, if you have to puke, please do it before hand just so you don't get in trouble."

"Why would I get in trouble?"

"I don't know, but I'm not a fan of how Ray's lawyer looked at you."

"Don't worry about it. I think I'm good for now."

"To the morgue it is then."

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"Ray, did Tim kill Vanessa?" Woody interrogated. Hopefully, Ray would answer, proving motive.

"You don't have to answer Ray."

"Yes, Tim killed Vanessa. Vanessa and I were going to lunch. When she didn't show, I called her house. Tim answered and started blaming me for everything that happened. When I asked where Vanessa was, he was all defensive saying stuff. All that I could make out was the word 'dead'." Ray admitted.

"Ray, you've said to much. NO MORE!" Winslow scowled.

"Ray, you're under arrest for the murder of Tim Gordon." Woody happily said. He read him his rights and sent him to booking.

"Finally." Woody let out.

"Yeah. Now I have a long over due date with my office chair and paperwork."

"See ya later. Do you want to come over tonight?"

"Yeah. Oh wait! I don't have a car. Mind giving a lady a ride back to work?"

"Of course." He pretended to lift the hat of his head, and bow, leading her out of the precinct.

"What time does this fair lady get off work?"

"7:30."

"I'll pick you up at 7:30 then." Woody replied, as they begun to get into his car.