Friday arrived....finally, much to Jordan's relief. It had been a tremendously long week. First the autopsy reports and then getting Stevie settled and waiting on Katie to arrive. Despite the fact that Woody was back at her apartment, they had little time together. He was busy busting his butt trying to tie up the arsenic cases. On his first night back, he had made passionate love to her, as if he was trying to make up for a week of lost time at once. It was all Jordan could do to keep up with him. Afterwards, trying to catch her breath, she had asked him, "Just how much did you miss me?"

He had chuckled and replied, "More than I could tell you. I could show you again, if you're up to it." He kissed her and snaked his arms around her to hold her snugly against him.

"Hang on a minute, Farm Boy....I haven't recovered from the last time."

Still chuckling, he rolled over and took her with him, as he said "You're welcome."
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Opening her office door, Jordan noticed a thick manila envelope on her desk. Setting her pocketbook and keys on the desk, she flipped on the light, sat down, and curiously checked the envelope out. It was from her private investigator. Swallowing hard, and glancing around to make sure no one was looking, she opened the envelope. Slowly she pulled out a letter. "Enclosed you will find some additional phone records and receipts that you may find beneficial in the search for your mother's murder," the note said. Jordan stopped. Tentatively she put her hand in the envelope, and then remembered her promise to Garrett, Dr. Stiles, and most of all, Woody. Just as quickly, she pulled her hand out and resealed the envelope. Picking up her cell phone, she hit one on speed dial.

"Hoyt," said a voice from the other end.

"W—W--Woody, are you in your office right now?"

"Yeah, are you okay Jordan? You don't sound right."

"Ummm....I got a package from my private investigator today. It has some stuff about Mom in it."

"What do you have?"

"I don't know. I didn't look at it."

Woody sighed in relief. His worst nightmare was that Jordan would pursue her mother's murderer again -- alone. Not that he didn't want the mystery solved. He felt that the only way Jordan would achieve true peace in her life would be when the murderer was found and justice reclaimed. He was afraid that she would get information and take off running, even though she had vowed not to leave anymore. And if anything happened to her, well, he wouldn't even let his mind got there.

"I thought, if you weren't busy," Jordan continued, "I'd walk it over to your office."

"Sure, sweetie. I'm here. Come on over."

A few minutes later, Jordan arrived, with the package in hand. She handed it over to Woody, along with the note the investigator had enclosed.

"Are you sure you haven't looked at what is inside?" Woody asked, not looking her in the eyes, yet.

"No. I did open it and read the note. I don't want to know what's in there until you look at it." Jordan knew he was trying to gauge if she knew more than she was letting on and if there was any chance she was going to go off and pursue the lead.

Woody looked at her this time and smiled. He pulled her into a hug and gently kissed her forehead. "Good girl. You know I worry about you and this stuff."

"I know," Jordan said nodding. Looking down at her hands, she asked, "When do you think you'll have time to look at it?"

"I don't know Jor. Soon. But I have to get this arsenic case solved first."

"How close are you to solving it?"

"Very. We have a suspect and should be questioning her today. Wouldn't be too surprised if we have an arrest in 24 hours."

Jordan sighed, and snuggled closer. "Just let me know what you find out when you look at it."

Woody gently stroked her hair and rested his chin on her head. He was more relieved than he could say. And glad. For Jordan to bring him the information and not go through it herself told him that she valued their relationship more than anything. And that she was committed to it and her promise not run. He would need to let Dr. Stiles and Garret know. They would be equally as glad. God, he could hold her all afternoon. She smelled so good and felt even better. "Jordan, sweetie, I've got to go," he finally said.

Jordan pulled away, reluctantly. "Okay, what time will you be home?"

"Actually, I plan to be at the morgue later this afternoon. Katie is being brought there, and I told Stevie I wanted to meet this four year-old that talks like a thirty-two year-old."

Jordan grinned. She was looking forward to meeting the child, too. "I'll see you then," she said, gently squeezing his hand and backing out the door.

When Woody was certain she was gone, he opened the bottom drawer of his file cabinet, placed the envelop in it, and closed and locked it with a key on his key ring. Pocketing the keys, he sat back down at his desk, he ran his hand through his hair and picked up the phone. He needed to call Garrett and Dr. Stiles to give them the heads up on the new information.

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Stevie paced the morgue nervously. Katie was flying in with Chad and they should be here shortly after three o'clock. She had offered to meet them at the airport, but Chad said, no, they'd take a cab and get there. He knew first-hand how hard it could be to get away from morgue work. Around 3:15, the elevator door opened. Stevie turned around at the sound and was greeted by a child's voice that yelled "MOM!" at the top of her little lungs. Instantly she was bombarded by a bundle of energy that launched herself into her arms and a six-foot something blonde man with green eyes.

"Katie....I have missed you so much," Steve said, hugging her daughter tightly. Suddenly the halls of the morgue was filled with soft Southern drawls with everyone talking at once.

"Did you have a nice flight?"

"It was good," said Chad.

"Mom, they gave me this pin.." Katie said, showing a pair of flight wings.

"How are you doin' Steve?" asked Chad, gently hugging her.

"Fine, how's things back in good, ol' NC?"

"Not the same without you. When are you comin' home?"

"Before fall, that's all I know."

"Mom...."

Stevie looked around and noticed that Jordan, Woody, Garrett, Bug, Nigel, Lily, and Peter had gathered in the hall.

"Hey, ya'll, I need to introduce you folks. That way I won't be the only one they say talks funny. Chad and Katie, this is Jordan and Woody. The man with the beard is Dr. Macy. The tall man is Dr. Townsend and the man beside him is Dr.....I'm sorry, I still can't pronounce your last name....we call him Bug. And this is Lily and Peter. Everyone, this is Chad, he helps me in trace in NC. And this little moppet is my daughter, Katie."

Chad shook hands with everyone, lingering a little longer with Jordan until he noticed Woody place his hand on the small of her back and pull Jordan a little closer to him. Katie eyed the group curiously, her big blue eyes taking in the group. Finally, she turned to Bug and asked "Why do they call you Bug, Bug?"

Just a little taken aback, Bug replied, "Well, because my last name is very long and hard to pronounce. And I work a lot with bugs and worms and things like that."

"Oh, you mean the ones on the bodies?"

Bug looked at Katie, just a bit amazed. "Well, yeah."

"Do you have any butterflies?"

"Yeah."

"Could I see them? I like butterflies." Katie asked, slipping her hand into Bug's and looking up at him with her big blue eyes.

Bug was hooked. With a glance at Stevie, who nodded, Bug led the child away to his office.

Steve laughed. "Well, she's caught another one."

"Yep, they're going love her just as much as we do at our morgue before it's all over," said Chad.

Garrett shook his head. "You cloned yourself Stevie."

"Well, sort of." She glanced at Bug's office. He was holding Katie up, allowing her to look at the butterflies and bugs encased in the Lucite blocks hanging on the walls. She pointed to the computers and Bug shook his head. Bug set her down, and she popped her head out the door and yelled to Nigel, "Dr. Townsend, can I play on your computer?"

Nigel looked at Stevie, who grinned. "You don't have to let her...but she's pretty familiar with them."

Nigel went to his office and took Katie by the hand. Hoisting her onto his lap, Steve noticed he was putting her through the basics, when Katie took the mouse out of his hand and proceeded to open up the computer games all by herself. Nigel just shook his head and let her.

"See what I mean about she's four going on thirty-two?" Stevie said.

"Yeah," said Jordan. "Is she always like this?"

Chad laughed. "Just take her shopping. She's worse."