Mac was resting restlessly, her small body tossing and turning. Woody hated seeing her like that, to see a little girl that young so broken. In a way, he loved that little girl, even if he only knew her for a half a week. Jordan sat with him in the whitewash hallway of Boston General, listening to the rasping of the oxygen. She saw a unmistakable pain in his eyes, a few times she opened her mouth to talk to him, but no words would come out. She could only watch when he stood and paced the length of the hallway, pausing in front of her door, to look at her sleeping frame.

"You've gotten attached to her." Jordan mused, smiling softly.

"Yeah... I guess." He whispered softly, watching as her chest rose and fell softly in time with the beeps of the monitors. "They sedated her, she was trying to pull out her IV's." he explained, hugging his arms close to him and leaning against the doorframe.

"I know." She replied absentmindedly, "Hey Wood, I'm going to head back to the morgue, see if Nigel has had any success on finding 'The Voice." He nodded, not really paying attention.

As she turned to leave, he looked up at her departing figure, she looked small, like Mac, just this fragile person, pretending to be so much more stronger than they are actually.

"Hi Mac." He whispered, coming in to sit by her, she didn't stir, just kept sleeping peacefully. "Listen, I don't know if you could hear me, but I have something to tell you. I promise you I will find who did this to you, they will pay...you deserve to find out who did this to you."

"Ah, Beav.?" A voice asked from the door, it was Angela, her eyes glittering, a smile on her face.

"Yeah, this better be good Angie." He stated, standing.

"That Nigel guy, he's good, got a hit from this database that list street names for convicted criminals. She held out a file for him to inspect. "Meet Benny "The Voice" Perez. Biggest Pimp from New York to Philly, apparently Christine Taylor was one of his girls, Lily found Mackenzie's paperwork, her mother is Laura Logan, gave birth to Mac in 1998, she was also a prostitute in the greater New York area." Her voice turned grave as she pulled Woody farther down the hall. "I got a call from the Fed's. Apparently, Benny has been under surveillance for kidnapping his hooker's kids, smuggling them to his hometown of Mexico City, and selling them." Woody stood stunned, he wiped a hand across his face, in a sudden outburst he slammed his fist into the wall, forcing Angie to jump back, she had never seen Woody get this emotional, he had always kept his personal life and his professional life separate. Until now, she noticed the way he looked at Jordan, he was becoming to evolved, to deep, his eyes we're growing cold. He turned on his heels and strode towards the elevator.

"Woody where the hell are you going?!" she demanded indignantly, he didn't glance behind him, but she could almost see his face set determinedly.

"I'm going to see if Jordan can tell us anything about where these little girls have been in the last twenty four hours." His cell phone simultaneously started to scream.

"This is Hoyt." He practically screamed into the mouthpiece. His face turned pallid, "Yes sir, I'll be right there."

"What?!" Angela commanded, chasing after him as he punched hard on the elevator button. "Damn it Woody what the hell is it?!"

"There was another girl found murdered, fits the M.O... call the precinct tell them to get twenty four hour surveillance on Mac." Angie stood stunned for a moment, until the elevator chimed, and then she turned and fallowed Woody into the elevator.

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Note: Sorry its so short, thought I should update.