"So," Bug said to Woody. They were standing in autopsy 2. "What happened with the boyfriend?"

"He did it," Woody said.

"Then what are we doing here?" Bug asked, irritated.

"We gotta prove it."

"Ah. The glitch," Bug said. "You could have been more specific. Want to elaborate?"

"He has a rock solid alibi."

"But the blood was hers."

"Yeah," Woody said. "She got cut on the hand, apparently."

"Confirmed," Bug said, looking at her hand. "About a day old?"

"Thats the story," Woody said. "But I know he did it."

"Uh-huh," Bug said, disbelieving.

"Woody, my man!" Nigel called from across the room upon seeing the familiar detective. "I heard you were back!"

"Nigel!" Woody said, holding up his hand. Nigel slapped it amiably.

"Great to see you back on your feet," he said, seriously. Woody whole-heartedly agreed. "But I am the bearer of bad news."

"Joy," Bug said. "What?"

"She was pregnant," he told them.

They were silent. "How far?" Woody asked.

"Barely 6 weeks," Nigel said. "She probably didn't even know."

"Maybe I should tell the boyfriend."

"Ah..." Bug said. "Not a good idea. Why dont you go find a...vending machine or something and I'll talk to him?"

"An vending machine?" Woody said, bewildered. "Where on earth did that come from?"

Bug shrugged and walked out. "I don't think it came from earth, mate," Nigel said, laughing.

"So how's the new slave-driver?" Woody said by way of conversation.

Nigel's face darkened. "We don't like to talk about it," he said coldly. "But since you asked, the guy's a bloody maniac! He's got us all with knives to our throat, all day! And once," Nigel leaned forward "I saw him in the supermarket."

Woody burst out laughing. "Poor Nigel," he said through chuckles. "Boy its great to be back."

"You wont think like that for long," Nigel said, darkly, gesturing toward the door, where the topic of their conversation was striding toward them. "Look busy!"

Woody almost laughed, but leant over the body and began to write something. Looking busy... he wrote, amused.

"Hello," the man said. Woody looked up, as if only just seeing him, surprised at the man's cold tone.

"Morning," he said, in the same perfunctory manner. Slokum's eyes narrowed, as if suspecting he was being mocked. He was a very paranoid man.

"I don't believe I know you. Since there are no visitors currently signed in, and you aren't wearing a sticker, I'll have to assume that you are one of my workers. Am I paying you enough, oh loyal worker of mine?"

Woody was at a loss for words. Was this little man serious?

Lily saved him, in actuality. She came rushing in, face flushed, breathing heavily, with a flouro yellow sticker in her hand. Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, and abruptly closed when she spotted her boss.

"Dr. Slokum," she said, surprised. Woody looked from her, to the sticker in her hand, back to Slokum.

"Thanks for fetching that, Lily, I hope I didn't put you out."

She had obviously been coming to warn him, and even though he probably wouldn't have listened, he wanted to save her face anyway. "I'm so forgetful nowadays. You were saying, Dr. Slokum?"

His eyes were twitching, as if he was highly amused. He seemed to look down on Woody, even though the bigger man towered over him. He snorted softly, instructed Woody to sign the book, and turned on his heel. The morgue staff audibly breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Bug must have a radar, I swear! He always seems to miss the Boss-man. Its bloody not fair!" Nigel complained.

"Probably stole it from Slokum himself," Lily said, blackly, staring at the space Slokum had occupied, as if the very air was contaminated.

"Sorry for the welcome, Woody. Good to have you back."

She embraced him and he hugged her fiercley back.

"I don't envy you," he said with feeling, aiming it at both them.

"Hey don't think you're getting off lightly, Mister," Lily said, whacking him amiably with her file. "It pisses him off severely that you're here so start getting involved in a hell of a lot more murders!"

"I'm a homicide detective, I don't think that'll be too hard," he said, laughing. Lily thanked him, also grinning, and made her leave.

"Hey Dr. Cavanaugh!" Ryan cheerfully greeted her as he walked into autopsy 1. Jordan glanced up.

"Morning again, Detective. Got anything?"

"You got an ID?"

"Sorry," she said. "Nothing at all."

"Poor guy was homeless then?"

"Looks that way," she said. Then: "It was a fish hook."

"Excuse me?" he spluttered. "A fish hook? That is brutal!"

"Yeah?" Jordan said, more than mildly amused. The detective shook his head.

"Thats Boston for you," he said.

"Thats life for you," she corrected, in defense of her home.

"Morning chickens," Nigel's voice greeted them cheerfully. "Tox results on the breakfast menu this morning."

"Its almost lunch time," Jordan complained.

"Brunch then," Nigel corrected himself, huffily. "This guy was high. Deadly dose of heroin. If he wasn't dead, he'd be, well, dead!"

Jordan took the sheet from him, scanned it, then tossed it aside.

"Nothing we don't already know," Ryan said, frustrated. "Ok I'll see what I can do from the precinct. I'll drop by later."

"Ok, seeya," Jordan waved a hand at him and he grinned, walking out.

"New friend's a little fickle," Nigel remarked, with the air of one commenting on the weather. Jordan ignored him.

Nigel walked out, and Jordan followed him. "What I don't get, is why someone would gut him with a fish hook, then use expesive heroin and drug him up."

Nigel turned, not perviously aware that she had followed him. Bug was digging into a body with a scalpel, and looked up, greeting Jordan as she walked in. Returning the pleasantry, she continued her train of thought.

"I mean, the guy's gonna die anyway. Why bother?"

"I don't know, Jordan. Maybe he did it himself?"

Jordan stared. "Gross," she said, awed. "How could you gut yourself?"

"Hey fellas!" a familiar voice met Jordan's ears and she turned, staring at the figure of someone she had definatley not expected to see. Woody stopped dead when he saw who Nigel was talking to.

"I didn't know you were back," Jordan said in a strained voice. Woody felt a nasty coil rise up inside him and he said

"Surprise!" with a fair amount of venom. He guessed what seeing him was doing to her, but relished in it, feeling some small twinge of anger, and felt the need for revenge. She visibly recoiled, and stared at him. Suddenly aware that both Nigel and Bug were giving her strange looks, she rushed out of the room.

Woody stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something relating to the case, but Nigel cut him off.

"What was that?" he said in a hard voice.

"What?" Woody said unconvincingly.

"Have you spoken to her at all since you got out of hospital?" Nigel asked. Bug was sensibly keeping out of it.

"Why should I?" he asked, evasively. "Its none of your business, anyway."

"Like hell it isn't," Nigel countered, angry all of a sudden. They had all seen how distracted she was, she barely had time for cases these days. Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that she worked tirelessly on Garret's investigation. Nigel hadn't proved her involvement yet, but it was only a matter of time.

He pushed past the Detective and followed his friend, who had barricaded herself in her office. He rapped on the door.

"I'm on the phone," came her voice. She grappled with the reciever and just got it to her ear before Nigel came in.

"I'll wait," he said stubbornly. Jordan sighed and replaced the reciever on the cradle.

"What is it, Nigel?" she asked, irritated.

"What was that?" he asked gently.

"Nothing. All it ever was, all it ever can be," she said, cryptically.

"Have you spoken to him at all?"

"He has made it quite clear that that isn't necessary," Jordan said, and would not give anything more away.