He sat at his desk, running his fingers through his hair. Woody looked up from his feet and stared at her blue eyes that mimiked his own. She was tall for a fifteen year old, blonde hair and a figure like a models. Woody couldn't help but smile. She had soft features that gave her an innocent look, even though Woody knew she was far from it. In a way, she reminded him a lot of Jordan. Hard-headed and stubborn, one of the most impossible people you would ever meet. But he admired that about her. She was willing to fight for what she believed in. She never gave up. She was his cousins daughter and for the life of him, he couldn't get it out of her why she was here.

"Kaitlyn I'm gonna ask you this one last time. Why are you here?" Woodys eyes boored into hers, willing her to give up an answer.

"What uncle Woody? Can't a girl just come and visit her favourite uncle without the third degree?" she asked, cocking her head to one side and giving him a cute smile.

"If it was any other uncle or any other neice, then I would say yes. But this is you Kaitlyn and lets be honest, you are more manipulative than either you or I are willing to admit. And you never come for a visit unless there's something in it for you. So cut the crap. Why are you here?"

Kaitlyn sighed and the smile dropped from her face. Woody had won, this round at least.

"I can't take it any more. Mom and Dad are always fighting. There's never a moments piece in our house. So I snapped and told them I was coming to Boston for awhile, at least until things got sorted out. Neither one objected. Dad got on the phone and booked a flight for the next day. I hope you don't mind me staying with you for awhile."

The spark that lit up her ocean blue eyes was gone, this was something that was tearing this girl apart.

"No of course not," Woody said, trying to be supportive. "You can live with me as long as you want. But you might end up spending a lot of time alone. I have to work and I can't afford to take any more time off. Being in the hospital for two months will do that to you."

Kaitlyn laughed. "I also wanted to see how you were doing. I mean, I had only talked to you on the phone and, lets be honest, you hate having other people take care of you so you're gonna say that you're fine, even if you're not. You always have to be the knight in shining armour."

Woody gave her a guilty smile. "Listen, I have to go down to the morgue. I'm in the middle of a case and it really needs to be solved. I can drive you back to my apartment if you want."

"Actually can I come with you?" Kaitlyn asked. Woody knew something was up. She had one of those smiles on her face that said that she was up to a lot more then she was letting on.

"Now why would you want to do that? Be trapped in a room with rows of dead bodies?" he asked her, trying to get her to reveal exactly what it was that she was hiding. "I'm a cop. I know when people have alterior motives.

Kaitlyn sighed again. "Fine. In all honesty, I wanna meet Jordan. You used to talk a lot about her and I'm curious."

" Oh, no! Absolutly not! There's no way I'm letting you meet Jordan. Especially after what happened after I got shot. Sorry but no." Woody protested.

"Oh come on Woody. I promise no embarssing stories, no nothing. I just wanna meet her. Please!"

She had the most pleading smile plastered on her face that Woody had ever seen.

"And you can't just leave me alone in a strange, forein city," she continued. "I'm a California girl through and through and you wanna leave me alone in the middle of a frozen city?" she finished. She was good. There was no doubt about it.

"Ok fine! But no crap. And I mean it." Woody sighed, ashamed at the weakness he had for this girl.

Kaitlyn smiled, clearly happy that she had won. She stood up and grabbed her parka from the back of her chair. Woody got up and followed her out of the precnict. They walked into the parking lot where Woody attempted to push his key into the frozen lock.

"How can you live here?" she asked. "Everything's so...cold."

"You get used to it after awhile." Woody assured her.

"Ya...sure you do." Kaitlyn said scarcastically as she watched her uncle struggle to shove the key into the lock which had frozen shut. Eventually he got it and hopped into the car, reached over and unlocked the passenger door for Kaitlyn to get in. It was, if possible, even more cold in the car then it was outside. Kaitlyn pulled the zipper farther up and watched as she breathed out, a puff of white smoke come out, hover momentarily, and then disapear.

"Look Kaitlyn, if you're gonna be meeting Jordan, there's some things that you should know." Woody said.

"Ok. Shoot." Kaitlyn replied.

"It's just that, I've been trying to have a relationship with Jordan for almost four years now. And I really wanted her to tell me that she loved me." Woody's cheeks burned red as he said this and focused his eyes on the road ahead of him, knowing that, without a doubt, Kaitlyn was grinning from ear to ear. "And then I was shot and as they were wheeling me into surgery, Jordan whispered into my ear that she loved me."

"Aww...That's so cute!" Kaitlyn iterupted.

"Wait. You didn't let me finish." Woody said. "After I was out of surgery, she came by my room, not knowing that I had heard what she had said. I didn't want her pity. She had only said it because she felt sorry for me and I couldn't stand that. So I told her to leave. That I didn't wanna see her again."

"You told her what! Woody you're so dumb sometimes! You let your emotions get the better of you! Aggg!" Kaitlyn was clearly furious.

Woody laughed. "Why does it matter to you so much?"

"Because I wanna see you happy. I wanna see you with the person you love. Which is Jordan." Kaitlyn replied.

"Look Kaitlyn," Woody started. "I will always love Jordan. But right now, I think the best thing for us is to be apart. My ego can't take another stomping on. I can't take her running away every time she feels afraid."

"What is she afraid of?" Kaitlyn asked, wanting to know more.

"Being hurt. Or hurting someone she cares about. With Jordan, every person in her life that shes cared about has left her, and now she's afraid of rejection. I just can't take it anymore." Woody said. Kaitlyn could hear the disapointment laced in his voice. It was so clear that he longed to be with her. "Enough about Jordan though. I can't handle it. It's bad enough that I think about her every second of the day, I can at least stop talking about her."

"But..." Kaitlyn started.

"No buts. Enough is enough," Woody interupted. "Besides, we're here."

Woody pulled his car into the parking garage and guided it into an open space. He and Kaitlyn got out and Woody locked the car door after they had got out. He led her over to the elevator and the two of them took it to the floor of the morgue. The doors glided open and Woody placed his hand on the small of Kaitlyns back, gently guiding her into the lobby. Lily saw Woody and waved him over.

"Hey Woody who's your friend?" Lily asked, smiling at the pretty girl.

"Lily this is my cousin Dan's daughter Kaitlyn. She's gonna be living with me for awhile. Kaitlyn this is Lily. She's a grief councellor here." Woody said.

"Hi." Kaitlyn extended her hand and Lily shook it.

"So nice to meet you." Lily said.

"Well we'll catch up with you later Lil. I have to go find Garett." Woody said.

"He's in Trace 3 with Jordan and Nigel." Lily supplied.

"Thanks." Woody said. He took his hand and put it on the small of Kaitlyns back again and led her through the 'Staff Only' doors and into the hustle bustle of the morgue. Woody took her over to Trace 3 and opened the door. Garett, Nigel and Jordan were all bent over a body.

"Well there's something every fifteen year old needs to see at ten in the morning." Kaitlyn said, capturing the attention of the three adults examining the body. Garett, Nigel and Jordan all wheeled around to see Woody standing there with a tall girl with staright blonde hair.

"Hey guys," Woody prompted. "I want you to meet my cousins daughter Kaitlyn. She's gonna be staying with me for awhile." Everyone said hi.

"Wow Woody she looks like you," Jordan said, trying to make conversation.

"You really think so Jordan?" Woody asked. He leaned around her to look at her face. Jordan was right, she did look like him. "Wow. I guess she does."

Garett was about to say something when Woodys cellphone rang. "Hoyt here." The four other people in the room stood and listened to the conversation, all pretending as though they weren't. When he hung up the phone, he told them what had happened. "That was the chief. He has an assignment for me. Murder in a park. Jordan you wanna come with?"

"I'll come too," Kaitlyn said.

"No way Kait. Way to dangerous." Woody said. "Even for you. Jordan?"

"Ah I wish I could. I'm already wroking on something. Routine body pick up. Eighy year old man dies of natural causes in his bed. Sorry." Jordan said, truly sorry that she couldn't go with him.

"Well then can I go with Jordan? No harm in an old dead guy right? After all, he died of natural causes." Kaitlyn said, wanting in on some of the action.

Woody looked to Jordan. "No problems here." She said.

"Alright fine. But I swear to god Kaitlyn, if you so much as put a toenail out of line, Jordan will tell me and there will be hell to pay." Woody said. "Got that?"

"Yes sir." Kaitlyn said in mock sencerity.

"Ok good. I'll be back here later to pick you up." Woody said. He kissed her on the head and left Kaitlyn in the trace lab with Jordan, Nigel and Garett.

"So...Where do we begin?" Kaitlyn asked.