Woody caught up with Eddie the next day at the precinct. "Any news on this guy?" he asked. "Do we know if he's even still in Maine?"

"To be honest, Hoyt, we're not sure. The Maine police are working hard...but even they don't know. I'm getting a call from the chief there about one this afternoon. Wanna be in the office when I take it...unofficially, or course. Pretend you have to drop off some files or something."

Woody nodded. He'd be there. Meanwhile, he was on his way to see Nigel to ask about any GPS tracing on the guy.

"Morning Nige...any news?"

"Morning Woodrow...No. Unfortunately not. Either he is not using his cell phone, the cell phone is dead, or he's gotten rid of it. How's Jordan?"

"She's better. She did her exercises on her own yesterday for the first time. She's getting a little stir crazy staying in the house so long."

"She must be to let Lily teach her to knit...Jordan's not the domestic type."

Woody grinned. "Nope. She'll cook and clean, but anything beyond that is not her element."

"Morning, Woody," greeted Garrett, who was coming in to drop off some samples for Nigel to run DNA trace on.

"Hi, Dr. M. Jordan said you were going to have lunch with her today."

"Yeah. As a matter of fact, I was going to go pick her up now and see if she felt up to coming back here for the rest of the day and help me with some cold files...is she doing pretty good this morning?"

"Yeah...yeah she is. She'd probably welcome the chance to get out."

"Good. I'll give her a call and pick her up."

An hour later, Jordan found herself back at the morgue, in Garrett's office, pouring over case files with him. It felt good to be working at least on some level....good to be useful again. Her legs were not bothering her, but after several hours, she felt the need to stretch them after sitting for so long.

"Hey Gar, mind if I walk for a minute?"

"Do you feel like it?"

"I do, actually. Maybe all these treatments are finally kicking in now. I've felt pretty good for the last three days now. I think I'll try to walk over to Woody's office...surprise him."

"Let me walk with you..."

"No, that's okay. I think I can make it...besides, you're busy."

"I'll go with you," said a voice from the doorway.

Jordan looked up, surprised. Rene Walcott go with her? Rene hates my guts, she thought to herself.

Rene caught Jordan's expression of disbelief. "I'll be glad to walk with you, Jordan. It's really good to see you again...You're looking so much better." Rene hadn't seen Jordan since she had been in the hospital. She actually had thought about going to Jordan's house to visit her, but didn't know how the young ME would take it...there were still some hostilities between the two women... hostilities Rene hoped would die down. For as much as the two women disagreed, Rene realized that Jordan was a talented ME and was one she could depend on to help solve the most difficult of cases. "Just give me a minute to go over a few things with Garrett."

"Sure....I'll just wait outside."

A minute later, Rene emerged from Garrett's office. "Ready?"

Jordan nodded and the two women fell into step, with Rene carefully watching Jordan for any sign of her legs failing her or slowing down. "So how's therapy going?" she asked.

"Good." Jordan went on to tell her about how many times as week she was going and what she was doing. "But it may not do much good until this guy is caught...so Dr. Barker will know exactly how to treat me to speed up the healing process."

"I know. We're doing everything we can...It just seems as soon as he is spotted in one place, but the time we get there, he's moved on...and we can't determine where he'll be next. There's no pattern. He's just running, or so it seems. But he'll corner himself one day. And then we'll get him."

Jordan hoped it would be soon....and not too late for her. They had arrived at the police station and took the elevator up to his office. He wasn't there. "Hey," Rene called to one of the other detectives, "where's Hoyt?"

"Winslow's office. Conference call from Maine."

They walked the few short paces to Eddie's office. Neither Eddie or Woody looked up as the two women noiselessly came in. They were engrossed in the call.

"So he's what?" Jordan heard Eddie shout into the receiver. "Out of Maine? Well, where in the hell was he heading?"

Woody was on the other receiver. Jordan saw his face grow pale. "Shit!" he said into his receiver. "Why didn't someone alert us before now?" He sighed.

Jordan continued to hear Eddie rant into the other receiver about lack of communication, how unprofessional this was...her eyes continued to be on Woody. He was pinching the bridge of his nose...a sure sign he was upset. Suddenly he looked up and saw Jordan. If possible his face grew paler. He hung up his phone and let Eddie continued to rant and rage. Woody walked over to Jordan and Rene. Gently rubbing his hands down Jordan's arms, and looking at both women, he said, "He's not in Maine anymore...the state police there are sure he's gone. But he's been spotted."

"Where?" Rene asked.

"Back in Massachusetts."

"Call the patrol. Set up road blocks...all major roads in and out. Alert the airports. Send out APBs...do whatever we need to," Rene said to Eddie and Woody. Eddie nodded, getting back on the phone to authorities. Woody's concern was Jordan, who was looking at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"He's coming back...he's coming back to finish what he's started. He knows I didn't die," she began, clutching onto Woody. As much as they could, the police and hospital had worked to keep Jordan's attack out of the press. Still some of it had leaked out...enough for anyone to know she wasn't dead.

"Jordan, you'll be okay. One of us is going to be with you all the time. You'll be safe...you'll be safe." He pulled her to him and stroked her hair, trying to calm her down.

"Woody...I'm scared."

He could feel her shaking. Wordlessly, he looked over the top of Jordan's head at Rene. She nodded. "Take whatever time you need, Hoyt. Just keep her safe."

Woody gently led Jordan out of Eddie's office and back into his own. Sitting down with her on the couch, he held her until she stopped trembling. "Okay?" he asked. He knew she was trying to pull herself back together. Still holding her hands, he continued, "One of us will be with you all the time. But I'll be honest. I don't like you staying in the house by yourself unless you just don't feel like getting out. I'd rather you'd be here or at the morgue, where there's plenty of security and everyone is looking out for this guy. You could use the policemen's workout room for your therapy....what do you say? Want to come back here during the day and then I'll be with you at night?"

Jordan nodded. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel safe...even with Woody. This guy had taken away so much from her...her mobility, her job, her intimacy with Woody....and now it appeared he was serious about taking away her very life. He had to be stopped. "I'll do whatever you think I need to," she replied.