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