Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Crossing Jordan.

A/N: Sorry about the last chapter. I always forget to separate different scenes in the story. So I've decided to do it a different way this time.

Unforeseen

Chapter 29 – The Sunset Motel

A young woman, about the age 25 stepped off the elevator. She had long brown hair that fell to her shoulders and framed her face perfectly. Not one strand was out of place. She had a grimace spread across her gorgeous makeup covered face. Her eyebrows matched perfectly and her shade of lipstick matched the crimson red of her blouse, manicured nails and stilettos. She was wearing a tiny jean skirt that accentuated her long legs. She walked towards Emmy's empty desk and waited for someone to come forward. A security guard walked up behind her. "Can I help you ma'am?"

She turned with her hand extended but when she saw the man retracted it back slowly. "My name is Amber Marcel. I'm here to fill out some paperwork for my dead husband," she said tersely, her accent giving way to the fact that she was from Texas.

He nodded. "One moment please," he said as he disappeared behind the swinging doors that read private. He walked to Lily's office, where Lily was reading through a file. "Ms. Lebowski, there is a woman here to fill out some paperwork on her deceased husband."

"Thanks Henry," she said, as she jumped up quickly. Only Lily would know the names of all the security guards in the building. She followed him back out to the foyer where, the young woman was standing in front of the desk, her dark eyes focussed on Emmy's nameplate.

"Mrs. Marcel," Lily said, pulling the woman from her reverie. "I'm Lily Lebowski, we spoke on the phone. I'll try my best not to keep you long. If you follow me, I'll take you directly to the conference room."

The woman nodded and hesitantly extended her hand to Lily. Then she followed her through the doors and into the large room. "If you make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back with the paperwork."

The woman nodded again and looked out the small window. Lily raced down the hall to Jordan's office where Woody was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. "Woody, Amber Marcel is here." Then she ran to trace to find Jordan.

The three of them entered the conference room. The woman's makeup was still intact. She hadn't shed a tear over her husband's death. However, a smile spread across her face at the sight of Woody. "Mrs. Marcel, this is Dr. Cavanaugh and Detective Hoyt, they would like to ask you a couple of questions."

She stared hard at Jordan, taking in her appearance. "You're a doctor?" she said with a laugh.

"I'm a medical examiner," Jordan said, as she took her seat beside Woody.

"I hardly consider that a doctor. You slice open dead people." Jordan grimaced and felt Woody's hand squeeze her leg to keep her from saying anything.

"Mrs. Marcel, your husband was found in a vehicle belonging to this man. Do you recognize him?" Woody pushed the picture of Mark Avery in front of her and her gaze slid from Jordan's face to the picture.

"No Detective, I've never seen him before," she said flirtatiously. "So how did Bill die?"

"Gunshot wound to the back of the head," Jordan responded coldly.

"Poor bastard," she said with a smirk.

"Do you have any idea why your husband would be in the car?"

"No Detective, I do not," she said in the same flirtatious tone.

"How long have you been married?" Woody asked gently.

"A year. Why do you think I killed him?" she asked with another smirk.

"Well did you?" Jordan prodded.

"No, I didn't kill my husband."

"Did you want to?" Jordan asked her.

"Jordan," Woody scolded. He scowled at her as he said her name.

"Mrs. Marcel," Lily interrupted. "Do you know of anyone who would want to kill your husband?"

"He could be a real ass sometimes, but other times, he was the nicest guy in the world. He pissed off a lot of people in his life, but I don't think it was enough for someone to commit murder."

"You are taking this rather well," Jordan stated. A smile played across the woman's plump lips.

"Is she always this friendly? I didn't kill my husband, nor did I want him dead. I loved him but I'm not going to break down into hysterics because he is dead. Chances are it was his own fault," she admitted as Jordan kept her mouth from dropping open in shock.

"Thank you for your time Mrs. Marcel," Woody said, extending his hand. "I promise we'll find out who killed your husband."

The woman smiled coyly. "Thank you Detective." Instead of taking his hand she threw herself against him and hugged him tightly. "Please find out who killed him and make them pay."

Jordan rolled her eyes and looked at Lily who was in shock. Woody wasn't sure how to pry this woman off of him.

The woman looked up at Jordan and winked before putting her head back down on Woody's shoulder and letting out an exasperated sigh. Jordan had the urge to hurt the woman. "Mrs. Marcel," Lily pleaded, "why don't you sit back down."

Slowly the woman let go of her grip on Woody and backed away to look him in the eyes. Her expression softened and she smiled gently at him.

Woody turned to face Jordan, who had her arms crossed. He smiled sheepishly and she rolled her eyes again.

Once out in the hallway, Jordan turned to him. "Looks like you found yourself a new girlfriend."

"Don't be ridiculous, she's grieving."

"Yeah, that's what people call it. Especially when she winked at me."

"You're probably imagining things because you're jealous."

"I am not jealous," she said indignantly, as she looked over at Woody. The smile in his eyes caused her to smile back at him. He put his arms around her and pressed her into her office door.

"I only want you," he whispered before pressing his lips to hers. She responded and deepened the kiss, while also trying to open her office door. When the door flew open, the two of them tumbled in. He started a trail of kisses down her neck and she slowly started to lean back on her desk. Then his lips returned to hers and she felt weak in the knees. They pulled apart and she looked deep into his eyes. Desire burning in the depths of blue.

"I guess I believe you," she whispered, her voice rough from her desire for Woody.

He grinned and whispered back, "Now, let's go solve this case."

"You're just going to leave it at that."

"I believe you said, I could do whatever I wanted to you, once I caught this guy,"

"Well then hurry up."

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The licence plate hasn't been seen in Boston yet," the agent's claimed as Framus and Seely entered the room.

"Well where do we go from here?" Framus asked as she sat down in the nearest chair.

"We're running out of answers."

"Maybe this guy is just going to get away," Seely muttered in frustration. "He obviously knows what he is doing."

Duncan glared at him. "I don't think we have the option of giving up," his tone of voice, thick with rage and annoyance.

XXXXX

Zoe stepped off the elevator. Her hands were full of coffee, creamers and sugar. "If you guys are going to burn the midnight oil, you should do it right, with real coffee and not the dishwater you have in the breakroom."

Jordan could have kissed her. "Thank you Zoe."

"Okay, I'm going home for the evening. Call me if anyone needs to talk, anytime. I'm always around and my number is on this card," Zoe said as she placed a stack of cards beside the coffee.

Jordan looked up to smile at her and was the only witness to the exchange between Nigel and Zoe. She was about to comment, but decided against it. It was none of her business. Or at least until she dragged details out of Nigel later.

"Wait, I've got it," Nigel exclaimed, as he turned and starting running to trace. "I think I've found our lead."

Jordan and Woody ran after him. "I was just thinking. William Marcel is rich and what do most rich people have in their cars? GPS!" he exclaimed before anyone could answer. "I'm attempting to activate it now." He started typing frantically on the computer.

Jordan and Woody paced the room. The hours had seemed to flash by all day but suddenly it felt like everything had ground to a halt. They felt trapped in the little room, waiting on results that seemed to take forever. Jordan glanced at the clock, it was already 9. She knew it was going to be yet another sleepless night.

Woody pulled out his cell. "We've got a lead Duncan. Nigel's activating Marcel's GPS. I'll have a location momentarily."

"Thank God," Duncan sighed. "We still have nothing here."

The computer beeped and Woody felt his heart rate rise in anticipation.

"It seems our dear friend Avery is parked outside of Fall River in front of The Sunset Motel," Nigel said grimly.

"He's only about a 45 minute drive away," Woody told the agent excitedly.

"Well then get over here Detective and let's get going."

"Thanks Nige," Woody said, as he closed his phone and raced out of trace.

"Be careful Woody," Jordan called after him, but he was already gone.

XXXXXX

Jennifer Avery's body was finally delivered to the morgue. Bug pushed the body to autopsy one and ran to find Jordan. Jordan had her nose buried in one of the autopsy reports from one of the bodies found in Canada. "Jordan, Jennifer Avery's body just arrived."

Jordan jumped out of her chair and ran to change into scrubs.

She met Bug in the room and the two of them began the second autopsy. "Test her kidney's for ethylene glycol," Jordan ordered.

"Uhh, Jordan, they already buried her and filled her with embalming fluid."

"Dammit, well how are we going to do this?"

"What does the report say?"

"She was found lying on the pavement. Her photographer had called 911 and said that he found her dead. His bloody fingerprints were found on the knife. The knife was found lying beside her body. She was lying in a pool of her own blood. No defensive wounds. No striations or lacerations on the body other than the stab wounds. Nothing out of the ordinary showed up on her tox screen. They found semen belonging to the photographer and she had consumed wine."

"What did the photographer say about the semen?"

"His statement says and I quote, 'Jenny and I were having consensual sex. After a shoot we'd have some wine and fool around before she'd go home. That particular day, Jenny and I did our normal routine and then she headed home. About an hour later, after I put away all my equipment, I went outside to find her lying on the ground. I raced over to her and pulled the knife from her abdomen. I tried to revive her and I called 911. I swear that is all that happened. I would never have raped Jenny, I love her.'"

"Well maybe he's telling the truth."

"Bug, do something with me?"

"Huh?"

"You be Avery."

"What?"

"Dammit, where's Woody when you need him?"

"Jordan, what are you talking about?"

"Just pretend to be Avery. I'll be Jennifer. I'm fooling around with my photographer. You show up and you see me with him. You are enraged but you don't come forward. Instead you watch and when I leave, you come after me."

"I follow you outside. I come forward and we start to fight."

"No wait, there aren't any defensive wounds. You follow me to the car. You show up and start talking to me. You pretend nothing's happened."

"All of a sudden I pull out a knife and start stabbing you. No wait that can't be right. People don't just carry knives."

"Maybe you've known for a while. You plan to kill me. Instead, you know my routine and you slip ethylene glycol in the wine. I am more tipsy than usual and you show up. You push me down and stab me to death. You make sure that you don't leave any DNA behind. My photographer comes outside an hour later and finds me on the ground."

"That must be what happened. Now let's find the evidence. Where are her clothes?"

"Right here," Jordan said, as she handed a bag to Bug, a smile now showing full force on her weary face.