"This is a nice place you got here," said Hannah as she entered Woody's apartment.
"Thanks," said Woody. " Listen, I know it's late and you're probably tired, because to tell you the truth, I'm tired myself. But, I don't have a guest room so will the couch do?"
"Yeah, the couch is fine," she replied. "And thanks again for letting me stay here."
"It's not a problem," Woody told her kindly. "The bathroom is over there, and the kitchen is through here," he said as he pointed to the places. " I am just going to go to bed."
"Okay," Hannah replied as she sat on the couch. Woody went into his room and closed the door behind him.
"This has been a strange day," he thought to himself. He was not really that tired, but he couldn't think about her right now. All he was worried about if she was really his kid. He told himself that Laura put his name down because he was responsible and maybe the real father was a looser. It was about 10:30 and though he really didn't want to sleep, he thought it wouldn't hurt.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Hannah had settled in on the couch, and was trying to sort out her thoughts.She knew that Woody hadn't totally believed her, but she was positive he was her father. Her mother had not been a liar and she knew that. She just hopes Woody would eventually see the light. Within five minutes, Hannah had fallen into a sleepy haze and drifted off to sleep.
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Woody had been tossing and turning all night. He looked over at his alarm clock that read 2:15. He was thirsty and decided to get a drink. He walked out into the living room and saw that Hannah was fast asleep. He walked over to her side and swept the hair off her face. She did have his blue eyes and brown hair, but that could just have been a coincidence. Then he had an idea.
"I don't think you'll miss this," he whispered to himself as he gently pulled at a stray hair on her head. He knew he could have it analyzed at the ME's and decided it couldn't hurt just to see. He owed it to himself and Hannah to see if they were father and daughter. He tiptoed into the kitchen and put the hair into a plastic bag. Woody dismissed the drink and then went back to his room. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was at ease.
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Hannah awoke the next morning to the sound of Woody's alarm clock. "That's rather loud," she told herself.
"Sorry," he said as he peaked his head out of his door.
"That's okay," she said as she stood up to stretch.
"I have to go to work, but you can feel free to go out and enjoy the city," he said in a happy sounding voice.
"Thanks, I think I will," Hannah replied. Woody smiled at her and went into the bathroom. She heard the shower start and the curtain close. She left the couch and went into the kitchen in search of a cereal. She finally found some and dug through cupboards and drawers to find a bowl and spoon. She sat at the table and ate quietly.
"I hope he won't mind," she pondered to herself. Last night he had told her where the kitchen was and she didn't think he would mind her eating a little breakfast.
Woody emerged from the bathroom and saw Hannah at the table. "Glad you found the cereal alright," he said.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind, but I was a little hungry," she told him.
"No, that's fine. Actually, I was just going to tell you to help yourself. I also took the liberty of laying out some towels for you in the bathroom in case you wanted to take a shower," said Woody.
"Thanks," she replied.
"Yep," he said as he entered his room. Once inside, he looked vainly for some clean clothes. He finally found some, got dressed, and was preparing to leave. Hannah was already in the shower, so he left his apartment and set off to go to work.
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Woody arrived at the Boston Police Precinct fifteen minutes later. He went inside and sat at his desk, looking for the report Bug should have sent over.
"Detective Hoyt!" said a voice behind Woody.
"Yeah," he replied turning around. It was the captain.
"Where are those reports? I needed them at 8:00 this morning and it's now 8:45," said the captain.
"I know sir. The ME's office was supposed to send them over as soon as they finished the autopsy. I guess they haven't finished yet," said Woody.
"Hoyt, I need those reports. Go get them. NOW!"
"Yes sir," said Woody grabbing his jacket and leaving the precinct.
Woody was actually glad that the captain had sent him to the morgue. He needed desperately to talk with Dr. Macy. He arrived at the there with the hair in tow, and entered the building. Dr. Macy was in the hallway.
"Dr. Macy, Dr. Macy!" said Woody as he walked toward him. Garrett turned around.
"Yeah, Woody," he said as Woody came nearer.
"I need you to do a DNA test for me to see if these samples are related," Woody replied.
"Who are these samples from?" Garrett asked while he was looking at the long and short brown hairs in the baggy.
"It's confidential, Dr. Macy. I'm sorry I can't tell you more. But, can you tell me when you'll have the results?" asked Woody
"It depends on how soon you need them," Dr. Macy replied.
" Right away. It's very important I have them by the end of the day," he said.
"Okay. Come by later this afternoon," replied Garrett.
"Thanks Dr. Macy. You never let me down." With that, Woody went to find Bug and Jordan to get the reports.