Note: I wanted to run something by you guys, I was thinking after this story is complete I would revise and add to my story 'East of Eden.' what do you guys think? Jenna.

Mackenzie, such a fitting name for the little girl, she was so frail and delicate, yet strong. The white linens seemed to swallow her tiny body up, tubes ran down her nose and IV's were stuck in her like she was a pin cushion. Her hair was brushed away from her feverish face, her blue eyes closed gently. Woody sat in the hard, sterile hospital chair and just watched her breathe, watched her chest rise and fall gently as the tubes that fed threw her nose rasped with each gust of air that it sent to her lungs. She looked so peaceful and angelic, he almost wished that she would stay that way forever, after all he didn't want to tell her what had happened to her.

She had almost died, a little girl isn't suppose to loose that much blood, he was surprised she had any left. As he watched her collapse into Angela's arms, a sick feeling fell cold to the bottom of his stomach. She was so little, a hot feeling of anger seeped into his veins, he couldn't wait to catch the man who did this to her. Dark, livid bruises saturated her arms and shoulders, her face had sickly, green bruises that seemed stale and older, a sign of abuse.

He almost didn't notice the little girls eyes open, he was too deep in thought, but soon saw them, clear and icy blue. He could see the alarm in her eyes, yet she was calm, and somewhat curious as to who the strange man was in her hospital room.

"Hi Mackenzie, I'm Detective Hoyt, I'm a police officer that's going to help find out who did this to you." He said softly, not making any sudden movements. She looked at him with trepidation for a long moment she whispered something indefinable.

"What?" he asked, leaning closer.

"Call me Mac." She whispered weakly. He chuckled, for someone so small she seemed so strong.

"Okay Mac, nice to meet you." He murmured, extending his hand and flashing a broad Woody Hoyt smile. She smiled, and took his hand in her hand unexpectedly strong.

"Nice to meet you detective." She said sounding years older than she was.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Nigel Townsend." Angela asked the small woman at the front desk, the woman peered over her glasses and smiled as Angela flashed her badge, pointing her in the direction of his office. A stout looking Indian man was sitting at his desk, looking down at what appeared to be a beetle. While a tall, lanky Englishman whom she assumed to be the infamous Nigel Townsend typed away on his keyboard.

She cleared her throat loudly, the Englishman's head bobbed up, his lackluster face soon brightened.

"Hello Love, may I help you?" he asked helpfully, directing her to a chair.

"Yes actually, I'm looking for Nigel Townsend, he wouldn't happen to be you would he?" she asked smiling disarmingly.

"I answer to that name, now, what could I have done that was so bad that they had to send a pretty lass like you to come and arrest me." He asked pointing to the badge on her clipped to her belt. She laughed self consciously.

"Oh. I was sent over here by Detective Hoyt, I was told you could find anyone."

"That I can love, now who do you need found?" he replied cockily.

"Her." She said, holding out the picture of the dead child and her mother. Nigel flinched.

"This is Jordan's case isn't it... sad." He whispered, softly. "Well love, I can have the name to you by the end of the day."

"thank you doctor Townsend."

"Don't you dare, its Nigel."

"Okay... Nigel, I'll be back."

"Counting the seconds love." He joked playfully.

"Very funny, and thank you again." She said, sauntering from the room. Nigel looked down at the floor, he felt heat rising to his cheeks, she was pretty, very pretty and smart, she seemed to like him... or could he be getting his signals crossed, when he looked up Bug was staring at him doggedly.

"What?!" Nigel said defensively.

"You dog you." Bug joked.

"So Mac, how old are you?" Woody asked, watching the little girl as she sat up in bed, her massively thick, jet black hair pulled back into a high ponytail, her fingers moving fast as she colored in the coloring book that Woody had bought for her not a few moments ago at the hospital gift shop. She smiled, still weak, but for the most part getting better, she still watched everyone who came in with alarm; looking to Woody or the doctor for affirmation they weren't going to hurt her. Her small head swathed with bandages and her cheek stitched up.

"Seven and a half." She stated proudly.

"that half is important huh?" Woody asked playfully as she nodded feebly.

"Yep." She confirmed

"Woody, uh, Detective," a voice said meekly from the doorway. Woody immediately recognized it as Jordan, but the little girls already wide, indigo eyes grew wider as she looked to Woody.

"Its okay Mac, this is Jordan... my friend." He said friend with a hint of distain, no one missed the tension in that room, including Mackenzie.

"Woody, I need to talk with you a moment." She looked at the girl and smiled, she smiled back.

"Yes Doctor Cavanaugh." He stated formally once they were out of the room.

"Okay, what's wrong?" she asked in a flat tone.

"What do you mean, why would anything be wrong." He snorted.

"You only call me 'Doctor Cavanaugh' when your pissed... so what gives?"

"Nothing." He said dejectedly.

"Well when you feel like talking about it you know where to find me." She scolded angrily. Looking at him darkly.

"Why are you here Jordan?" he almost shouted.

"I'm here not only to see how the girl is, but to tell you that Nigel hit something with that photo." She informed, not meeting his eyes.

"Alright." He bit out. "Lets go."