"The mother claims not to have seen Jessica, right?" Bug asked of Woody as they sat, going over the case, in the conference room.
"Thats right," Woody confirms.
"Then why is her hair on Jessica?" Bug says, staring at a piece of paper.
"What?" Woody asked incredulously, grabbing at the paper. "Damn!"
He stood, of a mind to hunt her down, when Lily came in, flushed and staring around wildly.
"Bug!" she said. "That woman you sent me..."
"Lily, what is it?" Bug said, standing and making a move towards his friend, who he could see was upset.
"I have a severe confidentiality breach happening here..."
Bug was suddenly reminded of the probably one and only fight between Lily and Jordan - over this very issue. He knew Lily's mind on this subject.
"What is it?" he asked, concerned foremost for her safety. Lily's eyes flickered from Bug to Woody, and back to Bug. She deliberated, much to Woody's frustration. He was about to shoot a sharp word Lily's way when she suddenly blurted out:
"She told me she killed her."
Woody started, not expecting that.
"And you're telling us, this time?" Bug asked.
Lily shook her head, remembering to what he was reffering. "Its different. I think she's suicidal."
"Where is she?" Woody could contain himself no more.
"I think she went to the carpark. I told her to stay, but she left."
She was about to apologise but Woody had already left. Lily ran out after him, leaving Bug shaking his head, and cleaning up the files.
Woody ran. He should have seen this one. A squeamish husband? Ha. Probably ashamed to be with a murderer. Woody was in too much of a hurry to notice Lily struggling to keep up with him. He jogged down to the carpark, painfully aware of the pace he would formerly have been able to keep. It felt like a dream, his legs felt thick and heavy.
He saw the car, and a chill ran down his spine. He had the feeling this would not end well. Spotting the glint of metal, he came closer carefully, and saw the cold steel of the gun barrel pointed up through Mrs. Fallon's chin. She had tears coursing down her face. Woody saw this as a good sign, that she was still lucid enough to be crying.
"Put the gun down Mrs. Fallon," he said, pulling his own gun, and proceeding carefully.
"I killed her," she argued hoarsely.
"No reason to top yourself," he said in a perfunctory manner. Out of the corner of hi eye, he spotted Lily.
"Back inside," he said, knowing full well she wouldn't comply. She sidled up next to him, eyes fixed on Mrs. Fallon, who was muttering to herself.
"Top yourself?" she hissed. "You're kidding, right?"
Woody concededm if only because they didn't have all day to stand around arguing, and he knew Lily came from the same stubborn stock as Jordan...he stopped abruptly.
"Put it down!" he barked at the woman, making Lily jump. She shot him a look, frustration wasn't going to help in a situation like that.
"Mrs. Fallon," she said, in what she hoped was a kind-soundign voice. "You don't need to do this."
"My daughter..."
"Wouldn't want you to kill herself."
"Damn it," the woman cursed. "I didn't mean to kill her. It was supposed to be him who walked through the door."
She spat the word 'him' with such venom, and Lily was sure she was talking about her husband.
"She died for him. Now I die for her."
"She wouldn't sanction this," Lily argued persistantly.
"She wouldn't sanction being murdered, either," Mrs. Fallon said, quietly, purposefully. There was a blast, and Lily nearly jumped out of her skin, her cry drowned out by the echo of the gunshot. Both Woody and Lily were close enough to the car for them to be splattered with the woman's blood. Lily stared at the corpse, horrified. Woody darted forward, checking the woman's vitals. Upon finding nothing, he cursed loudly, and pulled out his phone.
A hand dropped on Lily's shoulder, and she whipped around, groggily, still shocked from the woman's death.
"Garret!" she said, surprise at seeing her old boss pushing everything else aside. "What..."
"Came by to grab my coffee cup," he said, and Lily didn't question this feeble excuse, in light of the circumstances. Garret was aware that she would have seen through it, but he didn't much care.
"Actually, I came to see you guys, and hopefully piss Slokum off. Looks like I came just in time," he said, surveying the scene. Woody had hung up, and was staring at the body, look of resignation on his face.
"Great first day," Garret said, and put an arm around Lily, who turned into him gratefully.
Woody acknowledged the man with a dry twist of his lips and a casual wave.
"Maybe if I'd left it to Woody..." Lily said uncertainly.
"Hey," Garret said, cutting her off. "If you couldn't talk her out of it...no-one could. She had nothing to lose. You know those are the worst."
"How do you know so much about the case?" Lily asked, interest aroused.
"I came from the office, I was talking to Bug. He told me you were out here, so I thought I'd take a walk."
Lily nodded, and disentangled herself from Garret's welcome embrace. "I'll go clean up," she mumbled, and turned away before Garret saw her tears. Walking briskly away, she dashed the offending drops from her eyes, and quickened her pace.
"Heard lots of other juicy gossip in there, as well," Garret said to Woody. Woody raised an eyebrow, cautious.
"Yeah. I heard that Bug was pulled out of bed this morning, even though he wasn't on call."
"Oh?" Woody said, distracting himself with inspecting the gun the woman had.
"Yeah. Apparently Jordan was on call."
"Hm."
"Wanna tell me what's going on?"
"Not really," Woody said, Garret sighed, but was prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Anyway, I'm glad you're back, even if I'm not around to...enjoy your prescence."
"Hey," Woody said. "You'll be back in no time. Its not like they're all not fighting for you."
"They have no details of the case," Garret said. "Its better that way."
"You think Jordan has no details?" Woody said, before he could stop himself. He was saved further explanation when a police car pulled up.
"I'll go get Bug," Garret offered. Woody nodded, and waved. Garret shook his head, and went back into the building.