SEPTEMBER 18TH, 6:24 A.M.
Williams: Once more, Jordan, it's almost done.
Jordan: Ahhhh…
Woody: …
Baby: waaahhhhh
Williams: Here we go. (holds baby up) It's a girl.
Jordan: (smiles)
Williams: (to Woody) Wanna cut the cord, daddy?
Woody: Huh? I'm not … I mean … (to Jordan) Can I?
Jordan: (nods, still out of breath)
Woody: (cuts the baby's cord according to Dr. Williams's instruction)
Jordan: Wood … a piece … for Nige …
Woody: Of the cord?
Jordan: Yeah.
Woody: (to Dr. Williams) Can we keep a piece of it? For a DNA test?
Williams: Sure. A paternity test? Only few new parents ask for that in the delivery room. They usually wait at least a few days. Do you need any information?
Woody: Ah, no. Just the sample.
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Meanwhile a nurse has cleaned up the baby girl a little and hands her to Jordan.
Jordan: (smiling) Hi, baby.
Baby: (squirms a little)
Woody: (smiling at the baby, stroking her head with one finger) She looks like an angel. Beautiful.
Jordan: Yeah.
Woody: Just like her mother. (places a soft kiss on her forehead)
LATER, ME'S OFFICE, TRACE
Woody: Nigel, I hope you got something for me in the Simons' case.
Nigel: Working on it, Woodrow, working on it.
Woody: Please hurry. My boss is chewing my butt already.
Nigel: That bad, huh?
Woody: I was on call last night and they couldn't reach me.
Nigel: Oh, I see.
HOSPITAL, JORDAN'S ROOM
Garret: Hi, how you doin'?
Jordan: Still tired. Didn't get much rest. Lots of names spookin' around in my head. You?
Garret: I'm ok. So, any sticking out?
Jordan: Got them narrowed down to a few, but …
Garret: Want help?
Jordan: No, but thanks. How far did Nige get?
Garret: It's done.
Jordan: Really? And?
Garret: (gives her a print out) Some mysterious Mr. "B".
Nurse: (comes in and hands Jordan the baby) You ready for another try?
Jordan: (to baby) Hi. (to Garret) We're still trying to figure out this nursing thing. Not very successful though.
Garret: (smiles) Something tells me you will be now. I'll leave you two alone now. (turns to leave)
Jordan: Garret?
Garret: Yeah?
Jordan: Can you … can you do me a favor?
Garret: What?
Jordan: Could … could you bring … my mom … some flowers? I'd go myself, but …
Garret: Sure.
Jordan: Thanks.
Garret: (smiles) (thinks) The way she looks at the little girl now. Seems like she finally accepts her motherhood
