Jordan nodded. "Sure, I mean ironies of ironies the last time I was here I was hugging your brother 'hello', not that I think that's going to be happening again anytime soon." She mumbled and took the stool next to Cal.

Cal regarded her for a long moment. She looked tired. The first time he met Jordan she'd looked the same way but she'd looked tired and content, this new Jordan was tired…and something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"What the hell happened between you two? Last time I was here Woody was defending you like his high school steady and now you're not speaking?" he asked shaking his head amazed.

Jordan sighed and rolled the bottle she'd just received between her palms. "I…I don't really know how to explain it except to say that everything's just fallen apart since Woody was shot." She admitted and Cal lowered his head.

"Of course I didn't do anything to help…" Cal said quietly and sipped his soda. "I should have come back...he was always there for me, ALWAYS and I didn't even come back when he got shot." He said shaking his head.

"I don't know that he would have accepted you Cal…" Jordan said trying to help. "Woody was in a really bad place after he was shot, with no small amount of help from me…we both….we said things…" she started.

Woody left the morgue feeling like he couldn't breathe. He pulled off his tie with shaky hands and climbed into his car trying to settle himself. He stopped and took a deep breath when he couldn't even put the key in the ignition.

Cal was there that night. Woody thought he almost shouldn't be surprised but he was. For all of the bad things his brother had done in life Woody never thought…

He revved the engine once his hands finally worked to get the key in and bolted off down the road towards his apartment, still thinking about where it all went so terribly wrong. As he neared his building the answer wasn't any more clear but when he saw the neon lights of a bar he and Jordan had often gone to after work some nights he had an idea that he might be able to forget the question and pulled into the parking lot around back.

"So wow….I mean….wow…" Cal said when Jordan had finished her tale of the past several months events. "How'd it ever get this bad Jordan? I mean…I know but I just…I never thought you and Woody wouldn't be talking…you are probably the only person left in the world he legitimately cares about.." he said softly and shook his head.

"CARED about…past tense." Jordan corrected with another swig of her beer.

"Jordan you can't…" Cal started but a surprised look and one word from Jordan cut him short.

"Woody…" she started but he was already stalking towards them. Cal sprung to his feet like a child whose name was being called at the principal's office.

Woody couldn't believe his eyes. Calvin, in Boston, in a bar, with Jordan. His nightmare couldn't get much worse.

"H…hey Woody, I got on the first bus I could out here and I…" he started but was suddenly stopped when Woody's fist connected with his cheek bone and nose. The bar was scarcely populated and a few people turned to see the commotion as Jordan told Woody to stop and helped Cal to his feet.

"You son of a bitch…you…you son of a bitch.." Woody stammered and looked menacingly between his brother and Jordan. "I don't EVER wanna see you again you hear me? You hear me?" Woody screamed in his face and turned on his heels stalking back out the door to his car. He may not have gotten his drink but he still felt a hell of a lot better than when he went in.

"Woody!...My God….Cal are you okay? Put your head up..there…like that.." Jordan said tilting back the man's head and pinching his bleeding nose. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up and maybe you can tell me what the hell that was all about. Where are you staying?" she asked.

Cal hissed and groaned at the throbbing in his face as she helped him walk out the door. "The Remington." He murmured in a nasally voice.

"The REMINGTON?" Jordan asked in shock and rolled her eyes. "Oh for God's sake Cal, we pull a body a month at the least outta that place..come on, we're going to get your things and I'm taking you to my place.." she said guiding him to her car and helping him into the front seat.

Jordan didn't bother Cal with questions on the way to the motel. She figured that with whatever had just happened between he and Woody, Cal had enough on his mind for the time being to deal with. She told him to stay in the car while she went in and got his things, giving the grouchy manager back the key and high tailing it out of there as fast as she could.

It wasn't until she had Cal inside her apartment and sitting on the couch while she cleaned up his face that she finally asked him about Woody.

"Sooo…" She asked blowing on the cut on his cheek after patting it with a cotton ball of peroxide. "Any idea what that was about or has Woody finally just completely lost it?" she asked dabbing the cut gently again and getting a band-aid for him putting it on gently.

Cal just shrugged and looked away.

"Well, if you don't wanna tell me, that's fine too.." Jordan said blowing lightly on the cut again before she placed a few butterfly strips gently over it. "But don't expect me to just sit back and accept what he just did.." She mumbled angrily and shook her head. "I cannot believe he did this to you, you're his brother…I just don't know what to do, how to help him anymore and I.." She was cut off by a long, resigned sigh leaving Cal's lips.

"I…I think he knows…" he whispered so softly that Jordan would have thought it was a child who said it if not for the man sitting before her.

"Knows WHAT Cal? I only want to help.." she whispered taking both of his hands in her lap gently.

Woody was tossing back his third beer, still sitting in front of the newly digitized video of that night. He'd begged his old friend to send it out to him, hoping to put to rest the demons that had haunted him for so long.

He tossed his empty bottle towards the trashcan and shook his head with a mirthless laugh. What he'd gotten with that tape was a boatload of more demons. Ones that had seemingly severed the last ties he held to his family and former life.

Cal had been there that night. Was he involved somehow? Would there father still be alive if he hadn't turned his head to make sure his youngest child was out of range of the unfolding drama?

Woody opened another bottle, still hoping to numb away the pain that was now searing so deeply into his heart.

He'd raised Cal, feeling it was his duty to take care of his innocent, immature brother thereby finishing the job for their father. Little had he known that that innocent little brother was present at their father's death and had been maybe only 1 or 200 feet from the store when the shots rang out.

He hadn't returned, he hadn't looked back to see if his father was okay, instead he ran home, a scared child seeing the last parent he had, the only one he knew being ripped out of his life as well.

"He was MY father too you son of a bitch!" Woody screamed at the body-less shoe on the screen. "He was my father too." He said through his voice cracking slightly. Woody was so tired of being strong for everyone and so tired of holding everything in but he couldn't dig deep enough to let the tears come. Instead he opened another bottle but passed out on the floor before he could drink it.

"I…I'm the reason he's dead." Cal whispered in the space between he and Jordan's faces. He was surprised when she seemed to have no idea what he was talking about.

"Jesus…" he said standing quickly from the couch and running his fingers through his hair. "You weren't kidding when you said you two aren't talking.." he said shaking his head and tried to think of a place to start.

"Okay…okay…" Cal whispered nervously as he paced the room holding a small baggie of ice to his cheek. "There was a video, from the night my…our…dad was shot. Neither of us ever saw it, I mean, no one ever thought we should or would want to but Woody always kind of…has.." he nodded and went back to sit beside Jordan to continue.

"Has he ever seen it?" Jordan asked softly, unable to keep herself from thinking of the image of her own mother lying dead on the living room floor when she was a child. An image that she was sure would never ever leave her.

Cal sighed and rubbed his forehead. His only answer was a slow nod.

Some things were suddenly more clear to Jordan. His missing work, being less personable than was usual with everyone, being purposefully hurtful to her.

"Oh my God, I should have known…I should have known something more was wrong he's been missing work, he's been treating me like crap worse than usual, his co-workers say he's more withdrawn…" she stammered and Cal remained silent.

"Wait…but so why did he hit YOU? Why did you show up here in Boston all of a su…" She stopped when she saw Cal's face.

"What was on that tape Cal?" she asked softly and put a hand on his arm.

Cal thought of everything he could say to her right then. He thought of every lie, every half truth he could tell her but for one of the first times in his life all he wanted was to tell the truth after bearing this cross for so long.

He lifted his eyes, finally, shakily to Jordan's and breathed one word; "…..I can only assume... me.." he said shaking his head.

"What do you mean you Cal? Were…are you saying you were there the night your father died?" she asked rubbing his hand gently.

Cal nodded slowly again as the tears began to form in his eyes. "Yeah…yeah umm…the only two people who knew were me and Pop though…but Woody must know now…he must have found out somehow…he told…he told me on the phone that Nigel had digitized it and found a shadow…I can only guess that I was that shadow…" he rambled and Jordan touched his shoulder.

"Woa, Cal..slow down man," Jordan said calmly. "I don't really know what you're talking about so let's start over.." she said nodding slowly.

Cal nodded with her and took a breath. "I….well you…" he said and stopped with a nervous laugh. "I mean I'm sure Woody's told you how I was into like drugs and stuff…alcohol...all that fun stuff you know.." he said with a dry laugh. "Well, it…it was kinda starting up when I was a kid, before my dad died…" he said quietly, never failing to feel that remorse every time he thought of how much heart ache he'd caused his father in his last years.

"I was drinking a little at 14…smoking with the older kids…he wasn't happy about me hanging around with them. He wasn't stupid, he was a sheriff, he…he knew exactly what I was hanging around them for you know?" he said softly and Jordan nodded with the sympathetic smile of a cop's child.

He paused for a long moment, setting the bag of ice aside before he went on. "Well…I was…there…at the gas station that night when he was shot." He admitted for the first time ever aloud.

"What do you mean you were there?" Jordan asked. "Are you trying to tell me you were involved in your dad's shooting?" she asked exasperated.

Cal quickly shook his head. "No..no well, not directly anyways…" he sighed and felt his eyes stinging with tears. "He saw me I guess on his way home from work…I was hanging out front with some ...people... and my dad's cruiser went by." He started. "I knew it was no use taking off, he'd hide me then or hide me later it was just a matter of time." He said with a short laugh.

Jordan nodded for him to continue.

"He pulled around the corner just as the older kids were going in the store…I don't know, maybe if they'd seen him they would have just run off or something but umm…but they didn't. " Cal whispered, reliving the night like he did so often. "They went in, Pop pulled up and told me to get my ass home, he'd deal with me…he could have just taken me home but he had to stop and get his six pack and his pack of smokes before so he just pointed down the street and told me to go." Cal sat back and took a breath before he went on.

"I wasn't at the corner yet when I heard the loud voices and turned to see my old man trying to talk the boys to their senses. I saw one of their arms go up…I saw the black of the gun…" he said shakily. "I….he didn't even think to go for his gun first but he looked back….he looked out the door and right into my eyes where I stood on the corner and I started across the street just as I heard the pop of the gun.." he said rubbing the tears out of his eyes. "I…I didn't know what to do…I just ran…I ran like hell until I got home. Woody was working at the supermarket…I had enough time to just…calm down and forget that I'd seen my father shot in cold blood…" he said and let the tears come finally.

"I'm the reason….I'm the reason he's dead Jordan.." he said covering his eyes and shaking his head.