It wasn't until Jordan had her hand on the door to her office that she realized that Garret had followed her;

"Look Garret, I know I'm late, I didn't mean to be, I got distracted…"

Garret gave her a look; she knew exactly what he was thinking,

"Not that distracted!"

"Look, I'm too busy to get into that with you" replied Garret sharply, "I've got Walcott waiting…"

"Walcott?" Jordan interrupted, "What happened to Renee?"

Garret ignored her and continued on,

"Did you finish writing the autopsy report on Mr. Peru, Walcott wants to put the case to rest and I can't until you give me the report, so I can sign off on it."

"I finished it" replied Jordan, deciding it was best not to aggravate him any further, she rummaged through the files she had just placed on her desk looking for the file on the renowned jewel thief Ortega Peru, he had been shot by a cop mid robbery the day before, and Jordan knew that Walcott just wanted to confirm that there hadn't been any foul play on the cops part.

"Jordan…" Garret said impatiently, as she continued to search.

"It's not here Garret, I must have left it at home"

"Jordan, I have Walcott on my ass about this, plus another twelve bodies to sign out, Sydney has called in sick, again, and right now you are giving me a headache!" Jordan knew Garret's temper was rising.

"Gee, Garret, and I thought I had issues with caffeine! Look, I'll call Pollack and get him to drop the file in on his way to the paper."

"Fine… and you have a body in trace, some idiot swam into the goal posts during a water polo game last night." responded Garret as he turned and walked out of her office. Jordan picked up her cell and called JD; she didn't feel like talking to him but knew that she had to get the file before Garret really got mad.

"Pollack" a sleepy voice answered,

"Morning"

"Morning babe, I missed you this morning" he replied in his smooth Australian accent,

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, I had to get to work" Jordan responded, maybe a little too quickly, "listen, I need you to do me a favor…"

"Sure, anything for you Cavanaugh"

"I think I left a file on the table. Garret is on my ass about it, can you bring it down here on your way to the paper?"

"I'll be there quicker than a Holden Ute!"

"A what?"

"Never mind" replied Pollack, chuckling to himself knowing full well that his American girlfriend wouldn't no what a Ute was, never mind a Holden Ute, "I'll be there soon"

"See you then" answered Jordan, she snapped her cell phone shut, stood up and went to change into her scrubs so she could head to trace as soon as Pollack arrived with the file. That is a good excuse; she thought to herself, if she had to get into trace it mean that she didn't have to talk with him.

By the time Jordan had changed, tied up her long hair and grabbed a long overdue caffeine fix from the break room, JD was heading toward her office,

"Hey, Pollack" said Jordan, almost having to force herself to be pleased to see him,

"Cavanaugh" replied JD, turning and smiling at her, as Jordan approached him, he lowered his head and kissed her. Jordan received his kiss, and pulled back,

"Did you get the file?" she asked

"Yeah, it's right here," he replied, holding up the manila folder "Are you 'right?"

"I'm fine, why?" she responded maybe slight too curtly.

"No reason," JD answered, holding his hands up in defense, "You seem agitated"

"There's nothing wrong, I'm just busy and Garret's been chewing my ass over this file."

"Something important is it?" inquired JD. Jordan realized he was fishing,

"Just a sign out, there's no story in it for you" said Jordan, attempting to sound casual, she knew that the file she now held in her hand was front page gold, the DA's office and the Boston Police department were keeping the true nature of Ortega Peru's death quiet, and JD would love to get his hands on the story. "Look, I have work to do, I have a body in trace… actually you might want to do a story on it… the stupid things people do" attempting to deflect JD's mind away from the file, she gave him a quick kiss and turned on her heel and walked into trace, with the door swinging behind her she heard JD call out,

"Oh yeah, what did they do?"

Jordan laughed quietly to herself. She walked past the body lying on the slap waiting for her, wincing as she saw the 3inch dent in the man's head, obviously from the corner of the goal post; she pushed through the opposite doors and headed towards Garret's office with the file.

"Dr. Cavanaugh" the distinct voice of the District Attorney greeted her as she walked into her boss's office "Nice to see you finally have what I came for."

"Renee, nice to see you this morning" Jordan responded sarcastically. It was no secret that there was no love lost between the DA and Jordan, Jordan wasn't quite sure when animosity began, or why, but it had always been there "Here's the file you requested, shot square in the heart from 10feet, does that clear up any questions?"

"Anything else I should know before I write this off as justifiable?"

"Only that the splatter patterns and angle of the entry wound suggests that Mr. Peru was moving forward at the time he was shot" Jordan replied to the DA's question.

"Thank you Jordan"

"You're welcome Renee"

Jordan then turned and walked back to trace, she looked at the crushed skull of the water polo player and sighed, the thoughts she had had in the shower came flowing back, she picked up the digital camera and began to work on the body.

The rest of Jordan's shift passed without incident, by mid afternoon she changed out of her scrubs, went to her office grabbed her things and headed home, to JD, she groaned slightly, and decided that she needed to be alone that evening, she hoped JD would understand.