A/N Here's another chapter. I very well may start on the fourth multi-chap fic I've got in the works if the stupid plot bunny won't let go, but I need to outline that first, at the moment all I have is Devan+Woody and Garret+Jordan and a rough plot. That's what's in the wings after this, the only thing I know is this one has a deadline of August 4th cause I leave for a 10 day trip and I'm nice enough to wrap up the fic before then. Enjoy!

She all but ran into Garret as she walked off the elevator. "Hey." She said as he walked in.

"Hey. Lunch?" he questioned, and she nodded.

"Yep. Lemme guess, that's where you're heading?" He shook his head.

"No, pickup. Another stabbing." She raised her eyebrows.

"Fun." She gave him a little wave goodbye and headed towards her desk. "Give me a shout when you do the autopsy." She called to the closing elevator, unsure if he heard her.

She reached the crypt to find someone else in there, the infamous Dr. Cavanaugh. "Hey." She said, sitting behind her desk.

"Hey. So you hobnob with the DA too?" She shrugged.

"Renee and I go back a long way. Went to Columbia together." If the young doctor was impressed she didn't show it.

"I thought you came from a far and distant land." She laughed.

"Only for the last decade. Born and raised in the city."

"The city?" She questioned, wondering just which one the woman was referring to.

"The city. New York." The young woman gave a nod of her head, long dark hair falling into her face to be quickly brushed away.

"Not a Yankees fan, are you?" She laughed again.

"If I was, I wouldn't say. I stick to my Amazin's when it comes to baseball." The doctor looked confused at the local nickname for her team. "The Mets."

"So you're a big fancy lawyer huh?" She knew that the doctor was feeling her out, but she played along anyway, it didn't hurt.

"Yep. Sorta. Haven't practiced in ten years."

"So what did you do in far and distant land?"

"Meats. My cousin owned a butcher shop, I ran it until my nephew came of age. But I'm here now, and that's the vital thing, and what are you, the grand inquisitor?" The doctor blanched, as if she didn't expect her to figure it out. "That's my job, to put y'all through the auto de fe." The young ME grinned though.

"Just trying to get to know the new staff."

"When then, what about you, if we're exchanging pertinent information. Aside from the fact that I've met my match with someone who has trouble staying in one place. Out of all the staff files I had to read through yours rivals the encyclopedia britannica. I'm surprised Slokum didn't have you out the door the second he saw your file." She grinned though, belying what could have been seen as a mean comment. "Be glad I dont let the past influence what I'm writing, if only cause if we were focusing on each other's pasts I probably wouldn't be in Boston right now."

She thumbed through her stack of files. "Anything else you need Torquemada?" The doctor grinned.

"Nope nothing Ms-"

"Call me Vicky, please, Fejes gets slaughtered far far too easily."

"If that's the case, I'm Jordan." She gave the doctor's small hand a shake, and she felt as if she had just passed a major test with flying colors when she gained Jordan's trust.