Disclaimer #2 I also don't own Law and Order. That belongs to Dick Wolfe. And I'm sorry…for me it hasn't been the same since Jerry died. L&O to me will always be linked to Lenny Briscoe.

Chapter Two

You Look Familiar

For a month Jordan worked closely with Dr. Rogers, learning the procedures that the NYC morgue had…slightly different from Boston, but not entirely unknown territory for Jordan. She rarely had a one-on-one encounter with detectives during this time, but did find it odd that several people told her she looked "familiar."

"Are you sure you've never worked in New York before?" Betty asked her.

"Nope…Atlanta, Denver, LA, Boston…never New York"

"And you've always been an ME?"

"Yeah…"

"Never a lawyer?"

Jordan chuckled, thinking about her past opinions of lawyers. "No… never went to law school…Why?"

"You just bear a striking resemblance to a former ADA we had in here several years ago….her name was Claire. You two could have passed for sisters."

"Is she still here?"

Betty was silent for a moment and a far away look suddenly took over her expression. "No…unfortunately Claire was killed by a drunk driver … about fiveyears ago."

"Oh…I'm sorry."

Betty smiled at her. "Claire was special…we all miss her. I've been told that everyone has a twin somewhere…and you are hers."

Jordan let this go in passing, as the most she had gotten from anyone else was that "Gee-you-look-familiar-don't-I-know-you?" line. Until the day Dr. Rogers gave her permission to take a field call with a Detective Briscoe. "He's a nice guy…an older detective….just don't let him or his partner intimidate you," Betty warned. "They'll try…you're young and new."

Nodding, Jordan made her way out the door to meet the detective in Central Park. She quietly asked one of the uniform officers to point out the detective in charge. She was pushed toward a tall man in a trench coat. "Detective Briscoe?" she asked.

The man turned toward her and his face paled. "Claire?" he replied faintly.

Jordan shook her head. "No…although I've been told I look just like her. My name is Jordan…Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh. I'm the answering ME."

"Ah. I've heard about you. You're on loan from Boston, right?"

"On professional rotation. What do we have?" She turned her attention to the body that was partially hidden under some bushes – and hopefully away from anymore personal comparisons.

"Looks like a mugging…"

Jordan knelt to examine the body and take the liver temperature, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Briscoe was calling his partner over. She saw Briscoe motion toward her and then saw the other man glance at her and watched his face pale slightly also. "Damn…she does," the other man swore softly.

Sighing inwardly, Jordan stood and dusted her hands off. "If I can get some help loading him, I'll get him back to the morgue and do a work up. There's no ID on the body, so hopefully dentals will have a match. I'll call you as soon as I know something."

"Sure, sure…." Briscoe said. He spoke to two uniformed officers who began to help move the body. "Say, Dr. Cavanaugh…"

"Jordan…please…it's just Jordan, Detective Briscoe."

"And it's just Lenny…" he smiled at her, a warm expression that touched Jordan's heart. It had been longer than she cared to remember since she saw a smile that genuine. Not since the last time Woody had smiled at her and meant it. "Jordan…this is my partner Ray."

The other man, apparently Hispanic, extended his hand for her shake. "Nice to meet you. I hope we'll be working together often….I've heard you're one of the best in your field and that we were lucky to snag you away from Boston."

Jordan returned both of their smiles with one she hoped was just as sincere. "You have me for a year…I'm sure our paths will cross several times. I'll be in touch this afternoon about what I find out about our John Doe." She turned and climbed in the ME van with the driver.

Lenny's and Ray's gazes followed her. "You know who's going to have conniptions," Lenny warned.

"Yeah…but do you think it will be that bad? I mean, Claire's been gone five years," Ray replied.

"And he still has a picture on his desk of her. Plus, he really hasn't dated any since she died….if you ask me…the guy's gonna have conniptions. And that's putting it mildly," Lenny continued. "McCoy's never really gotten over losing her. Hell, none of us have."

McCoy scowled at his assistant. "Are you sure, Serena?"

"That's what Lenny said. And that's what the ME told him."

"Betty?"

"Yeah."

Jack McCoy sighed and closed his eyes. He hoped it was going to be quiet week. For once his court calendar was fairly light. Given those circumstances and the fact that Adam was on vacation, he had held the thought that he might actually get out of the office by Thursday at lunch at ride his bike through upper New York state, taking advantage of the opportunity to get out of the city for a while.

It wasn't going to happen.

"And she's sure all signs point to a mob hit?" he asked his assistant.

Serena nodded. "And not just any mob… the Albanian mob."

"Great….badder guys taking over from really bad guys." Jack opened his eyes and looked back down at the file in front of him.

"There is a bright spot in all of this," Serena said, propping on the side of his desk. Jack looked up at her expectantly. "The new ME…the one on rotation from Boston…she cracked a case with the Albanian mob in Massachusetts last year. She was instrumental in putting them away for a long time. Well…her and the detective she worked with."

Jack sat up straight then. "What's her name?"

"Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh."

"How long is she here for?"

"A year."

Jack grunted. "Good. Call her office. Tell Dr. Cavanaugh I'd like a word with her tomorrow morning."

Serena picked up the phone and called the morgue. Jack only vaguely listened to the woman's conversation until his assistant hung up. "She said she couldn't come first thing, she had an autopsy scheduled at nine. She'd be in after lunch." Serena's mouth quirked up at the corners. This Dr. Cavanaugh was the first person in a long time she had ever seen put off her boss. The only other person who could do that and get away with it was Adam Schiff, their boss.

"Really?" Jack asked in a tone that let Serena know he wasn't used to being put off. "So when should I expect her?"

"She said if it's a 'normal' autopsy, she'd be here around one. But she promised Briscoe she'd have all the reports done on his Central Park John Doe first thing tomorrow."

"Ah…a public official that actually keeps a promise….that's a first."

"She's from Boston….she doesn't know how things work here yet, Jack." How things worked was that Jack McCoy not only usually got his way, he was more than used to getting his way…and could be particularly irritable if that didn't happen.

"Maybe not…but she's about to learn."