Chapter Two

Who Called the FBI?

Damn that copier, Jordan thought as she struggled to get it unjammed. It never fails…it always jams up at the most inconvenient times. And Emmy was off…and no one knew exactly how to placate the copier gods and get the machine up and running again but her. Swearing under her breath, Jordan reached in and finally found the culprit…a stray piece of paper wadded up behind the main roller. Sighing with relief, she pulled it out and pressed the reset button, rejoicing to hear the machine turn on and begin to warm back up.

The autopsy wasn't quite through, but she had enough information to get Woody started. She was going to make a copy of her reports and her dictation so far and have it curried over to Woody. She really didn't want to go through the stress of seeing him again today.

The warning light flashed on the copier again. Out of paper….damn…..The paper was stored in a cabinet over the copier. Jordan stood on her tiptoes, reaching for a ream…barely able to touch it with her fingertips….when suddenly a pair of masculine hands came into view….one reaching for the paper and the other settling around her waist to gently tug her out of his way.

"You're short, Cavanaugh. Not your fault, I know. But you can get into serious trouble doing stuff like this. Haven't you ever heard of a step ladder?" came a faintly familiar voice from behind her. She turned quickly, her heart thudding.

"Agent Haley?"

"Jordan," he returned her greeting, handing her the paper and watching her load the machine.

"What brings you back to Boston?" The last case they had worked on together had been the Digger case, nearly five years ago.

"No 'It's nice to see you again' or 'How have you been'?" he countered.

Standing up from her bent position over the paper drawer, she decided to humor him. "Okay, how have you been and why are you back in Boston?"

"It's not nice to see me again? I'm hurt."

Jordan pushed the start button on the machine and copied her reports for Woody. "I found in the past that whenever I see you, the Feebees are involved in one of my cases, causing havoc and chaos in my morgue. And the last time I worked with you, I found myself buried alive….not something I look back on as a pleasant event." She held back the shiver that always ran through her body whenever she thought about that night and the time she spent in that coffin. "Besides, I thought I told you to make your next visit a social call."

Drew chuckled. He had heard she had changed…matured…and God knows she was even more beautiful than he remembered….even dressed in those nondescript blue scrubs. "Sorry…I'm afraid this isn't a social call."

"Okay…what is it?"

"The senator…the one you're doing the autopsy on…"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"He's the third United States senator to be murdered in as many months."

Jordan drew in a deep breath. "So that means?"

"It's a federal case, sweetheart. I need to know what you've found out…and I need you to work with me on this. How much are the Boston PD involved?"

"The chief of detectives is handling it personally."

Drew frowned. Massachusetts had called out their biggest guns to cover this case. "And that would be Detective Hoyt? Right?"

Jordan nodded. "These reports are for him…along with the preliminary dictation. I'm not through with the autopsy yet."

"Make me a copy of each, and then we're paying Detective Hoyt a visit."

"It's my understanding from the chief of police that the case belongs to the Boston PD," Woody nearly shouted at Haley.

Jordan had watched the two men stand off to one another with near amusement. Anytime you get two alpha-males in the room, there's always fireworks, she thought as she observed them playing off each other like a tennis match.

"But this involves a US senator….the third US senator to be murdered in as many months. The FBI has jurisdiction now," Haley retorted in a firm voice, handing Woody the papers that bore the FBI director's signature. "Sorry. It's time for your boys to take their playthings and go to some other sandbox."

Woody slammed his fist down on his desk and let out a string of swear words. Jordan nearly jumped at his temper. So this was what Santana was talking about. She never would have really believed it unless she saw and heard it. Then Woody turned his anger on her.

"Did you call the FBI?" he barked.

Jordan shook her head. "I don't like them in my morgue, either," she returned firmly.

Haley looked them both over. "A flag goes up anytime a United States official dies or is killed. No one had to call me. I knew."

Woody sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay…okay…but the Boston PD is working in tangent with the FBI. Is that clear?"

Drew shook his head. "I'll have to get clearance."

"I don't give a damn who clears or doesn't clear what. We're working together, you don't get squat from my files or my men." He extended his had.

Reluctantly Drew shook his hand. "Deal. I'll be in touch shortly, Detective."

Woody nodded and turned back to his desk.

"And I'm looking forward to working with you again, Dr. Cavanaugh," Drew said, extending his hand to Jordan. Jordan let his large hand nearly swallow her smaller one.

"Again?" Woody asked, whirling back around, his eyes narrowing at Jordan.

"Yes. Dr. Cavanaugh was instrumental in assisting me with solving the Digger case several years ago…you may remember….the one where the killer buried his victims alive?"

Woody nodded. He had heard of it…but didn't know many details. So Haley and Jordan had worked together before…suddenly he felt surrounded by enemies.

And he never figured she'd be one of them.

"Your boyfriend doesn't seem too happy to see me," Drew said to Jordan as he walked her back over to her office.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Oh really?' Drew rejoined, raising an eyebrow. "Don't forget…I'm a profiler, Jordan."

"He's not my boyfriend," she repeated.

"But you'd like him to be?"

She swallowed hard. That possibility was now nil. "No."

"No, you don't want him to be your boyfriend, or no, he can't be your boyfriend?"

"Both."

Drew paused and looked at her. "But he was at one time."

She nodded, lowering her eyes from his view. Drew was far too good at his job.

"Cavanaugh, is this past relationship going to interfere with my case?"

She shook her head. "No…it's long over with…nearly a year." She was grateful they were back at her office. This line of questioning was making her uncomfortable. Jordan guarded her personal life more closely than ever now.

"Good. Glad to hear it." Drew had turned to go, but looked back over his shoulder. "But I'm sorry he hurt you, Jordan. And for what it's worth, I think he's a fool." He began to walk away, still talking, "I'll be in touch soon."

Jordan sat down at her desk and put her head in her hands. That man was far, far too perceptive and good at his job….