A/N-Right, I said I 3 my psychos. I will give a cookie to whoever guesses who the psycho is. Because I'm trying really really hard not to give him away. But I want everyone to go "WHAT THE?" And then a minute later "Why didn't I think of that?" very much like Saw...Someone that you didn't think would be the killer, and then you suddenly realise that you missed them...only well, I don't really introduce them...not like they did with Saw, I don't do a whole scene with the killer where you know that he's going to play a major plot point...

Jordan Cavanaugh looked at the body in front of her. Whoever did it had done a very good job of killing and disposing of the body. "White male, age twenty to thirty, large stab wound in the base of the skull, estimated time of death eighteen to twenty hours ago." She just clicked off the tape recorder as another form appeared in front of her.

"Any glaring evidence?" She looked up at the other man, shaking her head.

"Nope, you didn't luck out farmboy, we're going to have to take him back and see what we dig up." The detective frowned and looked around. "Only thing I can tell you is that he didn't die here." She called two CSU guys to give her a hand hoisting the body up onto the stretcher and load it into the van.

Woody stopped them as they were about to roll it in. "Hey, I know that guy!" She looked up at him with one eyebrow quirked.

"Dean Dimemmo, He was just on trial for a couple of mob hits-"

"Got off on a technicality." She frowned. She had heard about the trial. "Looks like someone else wasn't too happy that he got off scot free." Woody shook his head.

"It looks like a hit?" She shrugged. She wasn't sure yet. It was certainly a very professional job, whatever it was. The only way she'd be able to know for sure was once she cut the body open, searched for anything that could be a hint, a clue.

But right now, she was more concerned with getting into the van and driving back to the morgue. Things were still rocky at best between the detective and her, she didn't want to spend time around him if she didn't have to, she didn't want to be close to him and remember the friendship that they had had. She didn't want to think of the way that he had sent her away.

She was saved by the man's cell phone ringing. "Right, I'll get right on it." He looked at her as he hung up. "What do you think caused that wound?"

"Something large and sharp."

"Like an ice pick?" She looked at the body again and nodded.

"Couple of black and whites just found a bloody ice pick out behind a bar in Southie. Could be our weapon." She nodded and climbed into the van.

"Bring it back to the morgue, we'll compare it." The detective nodded, and she drove away, glad to be away from him.

Something about this case was nagging at her, and she didn't know why. She had just gotten it; it shouldn't be under her skin already. Not a mob boss. It was someone that very few people were going to care about. Just one more dead mobster. No big deal.

She looked down at the body again as she wheeled it into trace. "This is the infamous Deano Dimemmo?" She looked up to find Garret standing in the doorway, looking over the body. "Woody called to say he was coming in. Someone took an ice pick to him?" She nodded.

"Looks that way."

"Ouch. Tell me what you find." With that, he walked away, leaving her alone to start on the body.