Peter's POV
"Lavitity marks on her back, suggest she was laid in a car. I switched off the lights so I could look her over with the wand, I was beginning to lose hope, so was everyone else, Nigel worst of all, his hands shook, with every breath he was falling. Bug was working harder than ever before. Lily was trying to console Garret, having a hard time doing it too, she was almost in tears. I look down at the body with a long shuttering groan I looked back down at the body of Violet Turner, her hair was black as a ravens wing, her skin, like milk. Then on her shoulder I saw something that I had overlooked, with a soft "Oh my god" I lifted a soft red fiber with tweezers, my hand quivered "Hey! You guys! I got a fiber!!!!" I couldn't help myself I shouted. Nigel's head shot up from his computer, Bug who was going through some bugs found on the body, stopped and smiled, Suddenly Woody bust through the door, "Anyone seen Agent Thomas?" He asked , he seemed to have aged overnight, I thought he looked bad when Jordan tried to kill herself , no now he was gaunt and thin, he hadn't slept in ages it looked, bags had grown under his eyes and his eyes were lackluster and dull, his breathing was shallow.
"I found a fiber!" I announced happily, a momentary shining hope rushed to his face. "Really?" "Yeah, I'm about to run some tests on it Woodrow," Nigel said with some strained blissfulness he seemed to have found in his heart, I guess he saw the same Woodrow Hoight I saw, the one that could loose the woman he loved.
"I'm going to find Tamara Greene, go over everything again, So has anyone seen Agent Thomas?" he repeated "I saw her a few hours ago, she said she was going back to the precinct to look for you." Devan walked in, she had a file in her hand "I got a report on attempted murders or murders on or near the Charles river, see if any match the Killers MO," "Good job Dev," I said, "why don't you take those and work with Lily, Garret, will you see if you can get DA Walcott to sign these forms so I can have the consent to dig up the Killers First, whoever's done first please find out where this little lady has been for the last twenty four hours. Thanks everyone!" Woody was snapping orders but no one minded, he was in a lot of pain, and he had handled this before.
My mind was racing as I went back to looking over her body with the wand, nothing, I gave a long sigh. Jordan was never my favorite here at this hell hole, but she was like family, I had tried to deny that they were all like family, and when you work with each day, watching people who had lived their lives out, some who had just begun to live, all were meeting at this point, we all had to take care of each other. In the end, it was the only thing keeping us from ending up on one of those cold slabs.
Nigel was tracing that fiber, Bug came inside with a plastic container "Anyone want stomach contents!" "ooh, what do we got?" I said, peeling off my gloves and switching on the lights. "We have nothing special. Organic, some type of meat, probably fish or poultry, green beans, and some sort of bread, and goats cheese." "What's that?" I asked peering through the microscope enthusiastically. As I glimpsed back up and Bug looked down, I noticed a picture of everyone at the morgue together, Jordan had this grin plastered on her face, "It looks like-"bug started until he saw me looking at the picture. "That was Christmas, at the Pouge, she insisted that everyone had their picture taken" "I remember, Garret ended up passed out on the pool table, Nigel was hitting on Lily, Lily was on top of the bar crying, and you kicked Max's ass at poker, and Jordan one my car in a game of pool." "Yeah and you were found the next morning in the men's room, passed out by the toilet!" he challenged I smiled, one thing that kid Jordan could do was throw a party. "Anyways I think its cake, chocolate, something dark." We worked silently side by side, as the sun crept over the horizon, none of us even thought of sleeping, Jordan was somewhere, cold and alone, for all her annoying qualities she was the glue that kept us together.
Woody's POV
"Hello Agent Thomas" I said dispiritedly "Hoight, I got Miss Greene in interview," I sighed, outside the wind beginning to howl, screaming it's challenge to the sky, that was turned a dusty pink, I took my coat off and walked into the interrogation room. Tamara was thin, tidy; her hair was up, blonde, curly, she wore a blue sweatshirt with the letters UCLA scrawled across it in white. "Hello Miss Greene" I said she smiled "Call me Tammy, everyone else does." "Okay Tammy, could you tell us what you saw just once more." "I told you everything, I was walking Eddie, my golden retriever when I saw this guy pull up in a red Mazda, I moved out of the way so he could pass, he was going pretty fast, he stopped about a hundred yards away and got out, I slunk behind a bush, and I saw him take something out of his trunk, then he tossed it aside, got back in, made a yewy and took off the way he came from."
She looked genuinely saddened that she didn't have more. "I did get the first three numbers of his license plate though, 76T." My head shot up, "Why didn't you tell us this before?" I demanded a little harsher than I meant "I was sitting up last night trying to remember anything that might help you guys get this freak, and It kinda came into view, like a picture." "Okay, Agent Thomas why don't you check around with the people who live near the dump sites, see if they've seen a Red Mazda with those numbers in the license plate, if they've seen a Mazda acting suspicious, I'm going to Nige, if there's a red Mazda with those three letters in it within a yard of this place he'll be the one to find it." "On it," she said respectfully.
Jordan's POV
Where the hell am I, I feel groggy and wasted, it's dark, so dark, and icy cold, my hands are strapped behind me, I'm laying on the ground, my chestnut hair falling over my face like a water fall. "Morning sunshine," I jerked up, a searing pain went up my arm "Sorry about that Miss Cavanaugh, but I couldn't get the needle in, you put up a hell of a fight." "It's Doctor Cavanaugh" I told him coolly, even though inside I was so frightened. "Now DOCTOR Cavanaugh, Your boyfriend has three days, well three and a quarter, to find you, and me, if not, well you know, but I don't want you to take it personal okay." With that he got up and walked through the door. "My god, hurry Woody, please?" I looked up as the steel metal door clashed behind him. Tears began to fall down my face. I tried to memorize the room, it was so dark, cement walls, and a hole near the corner by the floor, a thin stream of bright light glistened through the hole, I sat up, ignoring the thin layer of blood that soaked through my arm, and the burning pain. Everything was spinning and dark, why was it so dark? I got to my feet, disregarding the headache and wooziness. Then it all came on like a freight train, I ran into a corner and threw up, when I was finished I looked up "Help! Help!!!!" "It's no use Doctor C, no one can hear you!" I threw my entire weight against the wall; all I did was make the vertigo worse.
I hear him on the phone, he said detective Hoight, Woody! I leaned against the door, "You have three days," then steps. Echoing footsteps, "Hear Doctor Cavanaugh, you're boyfriend would like a word with you." The door knocked me to the ground and helped me up, he thrust the phone to my ear, I could hear Woody's breath on the other end. "Wood? Woody help me, please." "Don't worry babe, we got everyone at the morgue and the Boston PD on it , were going to find you," it sounded like he wanted to cry, I felt bad, for all the crap I put him through he was still fighting for me. He yanked the phone away before I could answer. And tossed a mini muffin into the cement room, and again the door thumped loudly shut, and the light threw the door went away.
Nigel's POV
I can hardly breathe, sure Jordan can be a royal pain in the ass at times, but she's family, I'd go to the ends of the earth for her. Peter and Bug are working over Violet Turner; the poor girl was tortured for days it seemed, although I have to say one doesn't look their best when their dead. I looked at the fiber in the microscope. It was red, from upholstery of a couch or chair. "Hey Peter, better get Woodrow on the phone." I announced, in the last week, we had all been through hell in a hand basket.
"Lavitity marks on her back, suggest she was laid in a car. I switched off the lights so I could look her over with the wand, I was beginning to lose hope, so was everyone else, Nigel worst of all, his hands shook, with every breath he was falling. Bug was working harder than ever before. Lily was trying to console Garret, having a hard time doing it too, she was almost in tears. I look down at the body with a long shuttering groan I looked back down at the body of Violet Turner, her hair was black as a ravens wing, her skin, like milk. Then on her shoulder I saw something that I had overlooked, with a soft "Oh my god" I lifted a soft red fiber with tweezers, my hand quivered "Hey! You guys! I got a fiber!!!!" I couldn't help myself I shouted. Nigel's head shot up from his computer, Bug who was going through some bugs found on the body, stopped and smiled, Suddenly Woody bust through the door, "Anyone seen Agent Thomas?" He asked , he seemed to have aged overnight, I thought he looked bad when Jordan tried to kill herself , no now he was gaunt and thin, he hadn't slept in ages it looked, bags had grown under his eyes and his eyes were lackluster and dull, his breathing was shallow.
"I found a fiber!" I announced happily, a momentary shining hope rushed to his face. "Really?" "Yeah, I'm about to run some tests on it Woodrow," Nigel said with some strained blissfulness he seemed to have found in his heart, I guess he saw the same Woodrow Hoight I saw, the one that could loose the woman he loved.
"I'm going to find Tamara Greene, go over everything again, So has anyone seen Agent Thomas?" he repeated "I saw her a few hours ago, she said she was going back to the precinct to look for you." Devan walked in, she had a file in her hand "I got a report on attempted murders or murders on or near the Charles river, see if any match the Killers MO," "Good job Dev," I said, "why don't you take those and work with Lily, Garret, will you see if you can get DA Walcott to sign these forms so I can have the consent to dig up the Killers First, whoever's done first please find out where this little lady has been for the last twenty four hours. Thanks everyone!" Woody was snapping orders but no one minded, he was in a lot of pain, and he had handled this before.
My mind was racing as I went back to looking over her body with the wand, nothing, I gave a long sigh. Jordan was never my favorite here at this hell hole, but she was like family, I had tried to deny that they were all like family, and when you work with each day, watching people who had lived their lives out, some who had just begun to live, all were meeting at this point, we all had to take care of each other. In the end, it was the only thing keeping us from ending up on one of those cold slabs.
Nigel was tracing that fiber, Bug came inside with a plastic container "Anyone want stomach contents!" "ooh, what do we got?" I said, peeling off my gloves and switching on the lights. "We have nothing special. Organic, some type of meat, probably fish or poultry, green beans, and some sort of bread, and goats cheese." "What's that?" I asked peering through the microscope enthusiastically. As I glimpsed back up and Bug looked down, I noticed a picture of everyone at the morgue together, Jordan had this grin plastered on her face, "It looks like-"bug started until he saw me looking at the picture. "That was Christmas, at the Pouge, she insisted that everyone had their picture taken" "I remember, Garret ended up passed out on the pool table, Nigel was hitting on Lily, Lily was on top of the bar crying, and you kicked Max's ass at poker, and Jordan one my car in a game of pool." "Yeah and you were found the next morning in the men's room, passed out by the toilet!" he challenged I smiled, one thing that kid Jordan could do was throw a party. "Anyways I think its cake, chocolate, something dark." We worked silently side by side, as the sun crept over the horizon, none of us even thought of sleeping, Jordan was somewhere, cold and alone, for all her annoying qualities she was the glue that kept us together.
Woody's POV
"Hello Agent Thomas" I said dispiritedly "Hoight, I got Miss Greene in interview," I sighed, outside the wind beginning to howl, screaming it's challenge to the sky, that was turned a dusty pink, I took my coat off and walked into the interrogation room. Tamara was thin, tidy; her hair was up, blonde, curly, she wore a blue sweatshirt with the letters UCLA scrawled across it in white. "Hello Miss Greene" I said she smiled "Call me Tammy, everyone else does." "Okay Tammy, could you tell us what you saw just once more." "I told you everything, I was walking Eddie, my golden retriever when I saw this guy pull up in a red Mazda, I moved out of the way so he could pass, he was going pretty fast, he stopped about a hundred yards away and got out, I slunk behind a bush, and I saw him take something out of his trunk, then he tossed it aside, got back in, made a yewy and took off the way he came from."
She looked genuinely saddened that she didn't have more. "I did get the first three numbers of his license plate though, 76T." My head shot up, "Why didn't you tell us this before?" I demanded a little harsher than I meant "I was sitting up last night trying to remember anything that might help you guys get this freak, and It kinda came into view, like a picture." "Okay, Agent Thomas why don't you check around with the people who live near the dump sites, see if they've seen a Red Mazda with those numbers in the license plate, if they've seen a Mazda acting suspicious, I'm going to Nige, if there's a red Mazda with those three letters in it within a yard of this place he'll be the one to find it." "On it," she said respectfully.
Jordan's POV
Where the hell am I, I feel groggy and wasted, it's dark, so dark, and icy cold, my hands are strapped behind me, I'm laying on the ground, my chestnut hair falling over my face like a water fall. "Morning sunshine," I jerked up, a searing pain went up my arm "Sorry about that Miss Cavanaugh, but I couldn't get the needle in, you put up a hell of a fight." "It's Doctor Cavanaugh" I told him coolly, even though inside I was so frightened. "Now DOCTOR Cavanaugh, Your boyfriend has three days, well three and a quarter, to find you, and me, if not, well you know, but I don't want you to take it personal okay." With that he got up and walked through the door. "My god, hurry Woody, please?" I looked up as the steel metal door clashed behind him. Tears began to fall down my face. I tried to memorize the room, it was so dark, cement walls, and a hole near the corner by the floor, a thin stream of bright light glistened through the hole, I sat up, ignoring the thin layer of blood that soaked through my arm, and the burning pain. Everything was spinning and dark, why was it so dark? I got to my feet, disregarding the headache and wooziness. Then it all came on like a freight train, I ran into a corner and threw up, when I was finished I looked up "Help! Help!!!!" "It's no use Doctor C, no one can hear you!" I threw my entire weight against the wall; all I did was make the vertigo worse.
I hear him on the phone, he said detective Hoight, Woody! I leaned against the door, "You have three days," then steps. Echoing footsteps, "Hear Doctor Cavanaugh, you're boyfriend would like a word with you." The door knocked me to the ground and helped me up, he thrust the phone to my ear, I could hear Woody's breath on the other end. "Wood? Woody help me, please." "Don't worry babe, we got everyone at the morgue and the Boston PD on it , were going to find you," it sounded like he wanted to cry, I felt bad, for all the crap I put him through he was still fighting for me. He yanked the phone away before I could answer. And tossed a mini muffin into the cement room, and again the door thumped loudly shut, and the light threw the door went away.
Nigel's POV
I can hardly breathe, sure Jordan can be a royal pain in the ass at times, but she's family, I'd go to the ends of the earth for her. Peter and Bug are working over Violet Turner; the poor girl was tortured for days it seemed, although I have to say one doesn't look their best when their dead. I looked at the fiber in the microscope. It was red, from upholstery of a couch or chair. "Hey Peter, better get Woodrow on the phone." I announced, in the last week, we had all been through hell in a hand basket.