"Good morning Caroline." Woody stammered taking a drag off of his cigarette, "Gotta cup of coffee round here?" the waitress smiled, at Woody, stuffing her pad of paper and pencil into her apron.

"For you Woody, anything." She said with a hoarse voice. "Well, this is late even for you." She muttered a moment later, setting a flat cup of coffee in front of Woody.

"Yeah well I needed to think…" he whispered, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"In twenty minutes you need to think somewhere else." She wandered into the back, throwing her apron on a rack near the double swinging doors. Leaving Woody alone to think, in the last seven years he had come here to think, be alone, or just to rest. The waitresses were nice, and the owner would let him smoke inside, depending on if anyone else was in there or not. He tapped the flimsy cardboard pack that was only half full against the counter as he thought. He started smoking about five years earlier, found that he thought of her less with a cigarette in his hand.

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Jordan stared down at the body of Andrea O'Malley, a woman who was slaughtered, her daughter kidnapped and for all they knew was probably dead. She felt tears sting her eyes to her horror she allowed them to flood her face, old wounds were being resurrected with the return of Woody. She remembered how they would talk for hours, about anything or nothing at all. But she didn't trust him all the way, not yet anyways, still holding him at arms length, knowing he would always be there.

"Jordan?" she snapped her head up to be met by Sydney's worried pair of brown eyes.

"Yeah?" she asked, wiping her tears away from her face quickly, sniffling.

"Uh, Woody's here." He said hesitantly.

"Great" she groaned, snapping her latex gloves off.

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"Woody!?" a voice called behind him in surprise, he turned to meet Lily's warm green eyes, she seemed to glow. He smiled at seeing his old friend.

"Hey Lil! I haven't seen you in… God, five years!" he yelled in astonishment. She hugged him enthusiastically

"Has it been that long? Oh, my god, Woody, you look great!!" she wrapped her arms around her tummy self-consciously. He pointed knowingly.

"Someone has a bun in the oven?" he asked with a smirk, she shoved him lightly.

"Maybe." She rubbed her small pouch and smiled. "What about you Hoyt, last I heard you were dating that cop from Gloucester, what was her name, Sherri? She snag you yet, come on, you've got to have a couple of kids by now… at least a wife." He shook his head.

"None of the above," her jaw dropped in astonishment.

"What about you?" he teased, "Who's the lucky guy?" her grin grew.

"Bug…" she held out her left hand for him to inspect. "Going on four years… we invited you, but the invitation came back."

"Oh," he smiled "I moved, towards Cambridge, closer to the seventh."

"Hey! Hoyt, Get in here!" Jordan called from the doorway. He shook his head at her.

"Bye Lily, it was good talking to you, we'll have to get together sometime, tell Bug I said hi." He quickly ran towards Jordan.

"Was that Woody?" Bug asked, coming up behind Lily.

"Yeah… you know, it amazes me, in seven years, nothings really changed, he's still chasing after her." She said, bringing a balled up hand to her mouth and pressing a smile into her knuckles.

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"Morning Doctor Cavanaugh" Woody said mockingly, coming inside autopsy one, looking down at the body with a disgusted look. "Yuck, you know, after seven years of being gone… I forgot how gross bodies are." He said, she smiled knowingly.

"Wanna hold the spleen?" she asked holding it out. He backed up.

"I don't think so…" he said defensively, holding out his hands, she chuckled, looking up at him, for a moment she was lost, she caught herself though.

"Time of death appears to be somewhere between 12:30 and 3:00 am three days ago." She mumbled as professionally as she could. He nodded.

"O-Okay." He looked at her as thought he wanted to say more, but his lips only tightened and he nodded once. Then with a hesitant look back at her. "Jordan… um, can we talk somewhere?"

"We can talk here." She said flatly, not looking him in the eyes.

"Okay." He snapped, "About the night I left…"

"Woody!" she warned, "I could care less about what has happened to you since then, the fact is you left, not me so, you made your bed-"

"Damn it Jordan, save the guilt trip on your next victim, alright, sure I have regrets about the way I left." He started loudly, lowering his voice an octave. "Forget it." He snorted, turning to leave.

"No Woody, I'm curious, what it is!" she shouted her voice hoarse, threatening to reveal her real emotions by cracking.

They both began to scream at each other in the same instant, not bothering to breath between curses. Nigel ran in, dropping what ever it was that he was doing.

"Alright, Alright, break it up you two!" he pushed his way in-between them. "God, just like old times." He snapped knowingly, Woody seemed to brush him off, while Jordan's eyes seemed to blaze, Woody ignored her, sitting in the nearest chair. "Dear God, you two are adults right, how long has it been, seven years? Can't you two at least be civil to each other?" Woody nodded reluctantly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket.

Nigel breathed out and stepped backwards, with that Woody grasped the file that Jordan held from her hand. "I'm not done with that!" she yelled after him. "Woody!"

"I'll give it back when I'm done." He said dully, walking out of the room. Jordan and Nigel shared a look, he saw the look of pure obstanance fill her eyes.

"Jordan don't." he warned.

She moved quickly towards the other side of the room, sidling over an unoccupied autopsy table as she watched Woody turn the corner. She stood at the door a moment, until the exact right time, and flung open the door.

Thud.

"Thank you Jordan… Thank you very much." Woody snapped sarcastically from the floor.

"Anytime buddy…"

"So she had muddy water in her lungs and a hair on her body, I think we should go check out the sanitation department, because it turns out, the hair is a rat hair, she was in some type of sewer system." Nigel supplied, walking off his head bobbing in amusement.

"Looks like we have some legwork to do G-man, lets get out of here." She stepped over the grimacing Woody, who silently kicked himself for crossing Jordan.