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Woody lagged behind as Mac skipped excitedly threw the morgue, looking this way and that, awing at the busyness of the entire building. He could see Angela and Nigel talking in the doorway to Trace Evidence. Angela gave him a nod, he noticed she was wearing; a hiked up plain black skirt, knee high boots and black tank top.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he asked, raising his eyebrow suggestively. She sighed, and rolled her eyes, handing him the autopsy report on Katrina Norman.

"What you act like you've never seen me out of my bulletproof vest Wood."

"You're wearing boots." He commented with a chuckle. She smacked him on the arm playfully. Mac was making her introductions, she certainly wasn't shy.

"Hi." She stated proudly to Bug, holding out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Mac."

"Nice to meet you Mac, I'm Bug." He said back, shaking her hand firmly and stifling a giggle.

"Bug?" she asked quizzically.

He gave a small laugh, "Yeah." He pointed to the wall with the wide array of Bugs and beetles. "I like bugs."

"Hey Kid, why don't you have Lily take you into her office for a moment, she has butterscotch candy and some pretty cool old records I bet you'd like to see." Woody suggested, Mac almost ran into Lily's office. Lily looked irritated for a moment, then realized his game and smiled. As she turned to walk out, he gently grabbed her wrist.

"Lil, she had a nightmare the other night... and I was wondering if you could kind of talk to her for me... just, see if she's okay, I'm not really good at that sort of thing." He begged. She smiled a classic Lily Lebowski smile and nodded cheerfully.

Once both girl and woman were out of the room, and the door tightly shut, Woody turned to Jordan, Nigel and Angela, who sat with grim looks, set in their faces. Woody looked once more at the autopsy report, when he looked up he wiped his face with his hand angrily.

"What the hell is this?" he demanded huffily, waving the file in the air for emphasis.

Jordan opened her mouth to speak, but Woody finished her sentence for her.

"I want you to get back into that autopsy room and find out what happened to this little girl!" he was almost shouting now, Jordan looked wide eyed at her feet. Suddenly took a deep breath, as if calming himself. Nigel glanced at Angela, who turned white as a ghost and took a wary step back. "I'm sorry," he apologized, rubbing the bridge of his nose methodically. Like he did when Gracie died, Angela thought to herself. Funny how a small mannerism can bring back such a flood of memories so deep all Angela could do was blink.

"I know you wanna catch this guy Wood." Jordan started in a flat tone. Something in Woody stiffened. Who was she to talk to me like that Woody thought to himself bitterly. She can go to the ends of the earth for a case and drag anyone down with her. But I'm not allowed to get emotional on a case?

He turned and walked out.

Jordan and Nigel looked stunned, Nigel stared at Angela with a innocent expression. She held up her finger once and mouthed 'one minute.' She began to chase after Woody.

"What in the hell is your problem?!" She demanded, quickening her pace with the detective. His strides remained even, he didn't glance behind him once and he didn't answer. "Damn it Woody I asked you a question." She announced. He suddenly froze, and whirled around. His blue eyes darkened like a storm over the sea.

He just remained silent, looking at Angela standing in her knee high boots, her black tank top that rested right above her hips and her low riding skirt. She looked lovely, with her red hair pulled up into a simple twist, her red lipstick a bright contrast to her fair skin. He just looked at her with something approaching distaste.

"Come on Mac, lets go!" The little girl scrambled out from Lily's office, her pockets filled with candy. Angela stared at him doggedly awaiting her answer.

"Have a nice time tonight Angie, you look terrific." He smiled brightly and winked knowingly. He could see Nigel standing in the doorway, he smiled at him.

"Hey Nige, she has handcuffs." Mac pulled on his arm impatiently, completely unaware of what was going on.

"Gee Woodrow, I often wonder if this was how you left Annie in Kewaunee." She snapped spitefully, "Now I know." He turned to bark some come back at her, but she was walking away, her leather boots making soft swishing noises in time with her movement.

"What was that all about Uncle Woody?" Mac asked softly. "Why was Aunt Angie yelling at you?" She had taken to calling Woody, 'uncle' and took to calling Angela, Jordan and Lily her 'aunts'.

"Because I am an idiot." He said as the elevator doors shut.

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Nigel opened the door graciously for Angela as they entered The Pouge.

"Classy." She said, whisling low in admiration as she took a wide sweeping look of the well lit bar. "We didn't have anything like this in Kewaunee... the only bar for miles was Joe's and that consisted of a keg and a pool table." Nigel chuckled.

"Well love, The Pouge is the finest pub in Boston, ask anybody." Angela glanced around the room, spotting Bug throwing darts and Jordan behind the bar, then Lily over by the jukebox. She turned to Nigel in confusion.

"Do you people ever leave each others side's." He chuckled and helped her off with her coat.

"Love, in the end friends may come and go, but family endures." Angela pondered that as Nigel came up to her with two shots.

"Well Cheers." He stated as they each downed their shots.

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"So tell me about your little girl." Nigel demanded as they ate. She chewed thoughtfully for a few moments before reaching into her purse and pulling out her wallet. A small eight by ten was in the front. A small girl sitting on Angela's lap. He whisled wolfishly when he saw that Angela's hair was longer. Then he smiled to let her know he was joking. Then he noticed That Woody was sitting next to her, with a graceful young lady sitting on his lap, there heads bowed together, she looked gaunt and lean compared to Woody's muscular frame. There was another man, standing in the back, his eyes boring into the camara.

"Who is that pretty bird?" he asked pointing to the woman perched on Woody's lap.

"Annie, Woody's ex fiancée" she said casually. Nigel nodded carelessly, but inside he was thinking of all the ways he could get Woody back for what he had said to Jordan that day. "It hit him hard when they broke up, that's the main reason he's in Boston."

"And this Bloke?" she flinched.

"Thom, My Ex-husband." With that she downed the rest of her champagne.