Might start off a little confusing but stick with me...it'll make more sense soon.

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It is commonly known by most, especially residences of the city itself, that Boston winters are cold. The bitter wind whips at any part of uncovered skin, biting with its teeth of ice, making it raw and numb with cold. It sucks your skin of moisture and cracks your lips, a constant annoyance when you find yourself with your tongue upon them, wetting them in a subconscious way of making them less sore; only to do the opposite and finding them even more chapped than they were before. Those who have lived there for some time or vacationers who have done their research know to wear warm clothes, scarves and mittens. But there will always be those select few who either are too dumb, even after living in a certain city for their whole lives, to pay attention to the weather, or simply don't care.

Jordan Cavanaugh preferred to think that she fit into the second category. She was fully aware of the blue tinge that had been slowly creeping its way up her bare skin for the past hour but really didn't seem to mind. There was something comforting about the way it numbed you, rather in the same way alcohol did, of all your pain; except without the hangover the next morning.

She could feel the cold wood bench under her, the iciness seeping through her jeans. Her chest where her red v-neck sweater wasn't covering was like frozen silk, smooth but numb to the touch. Her curly hair blew gently around her face, stray pieces flying occasionally into her hazel eyes; she brushed them away stubbornly. The park she was sitting in was practically empty, only one or two people lingered on the wooded paths, and even they were bundled up in winter gear. They glanced at her curiously as they passed, some smiling, others just looking at her like she was crazy. One even stopped to ask if she was ok. But she had insisted that she was, she had just stopped for the scenery. And with a last, unconvinced smile, she left her alone.

Jordan's cell phone rang from inside her jeans pocket, the vibrations sending shivers up her already numb spine. She snapped out of her reverie and pulled it out, inwardly cursing the small black electronic that prevented her from her thinking.

"Cavanaugh," she asked, her voice brisk with cold. Garret's voice returned.

"Jordan where the hell are you? You told me you were going to your office to do paperwork, a call comes in and I come to find you and your not there!" he said, his voice agitated with her absence.

"Sorry Garret. I took a walk," she said quietly. Garret hesitated. He could hear the meekness of her voice and knew something was wrong.

"Are you ok?" he asked fatherly.

"Ya I'm fine. I just needed some time to think. I'll be right there." She hung up the phone and got up from her bench, walking the block back to the morgue. When she arrived, she called the elevator and waited. Behind her, she could hear the heavy echo of what she assumed to be men's shoes as it reverberated off the concrete walls. She didn't turn around.

"Jordan," a voice said curtly from behind her. She wheeled around, startled by the sound. Woody was walking swiftly towards her, his hands stuffed into the pocket of his dress jacket that was covering his simple long sleeve black shirt, his light wash jeans tight in all the right places.

"Woody, hey," she hesitated, "How's it going?"

"It's going. Where's your jacket? It's minus two degrees out. Aren't you cold?" he asked, his voice full to the brim with concern.

"No I'm fine," she lied. But her arms deceived her. She folded them across her chest but Woody could still see the goose bumps that littered them. He raised an eyebrow at her in one of his signature looks. "I'm fine. Really," she continued to insist.

The elevator dinged in front of them and its doors slid smoothly open. Jordan stepped in, closely followed by a hesitant Woody.

"So how have you been lately?" he asked conversationally as Jordan hit the third floor button and the doors closed automatically.

"Ummm ..." Jordan didn't know whether or not to lie. In truth, she had been a miserable wreck. Plagued by a cold and a seemingly impossible case, strain had come inevitably on her relationship with JD. His constant searching raids on Jordan's past relationship with Woody had gotten tiresome and eventually, things ended. Badly. "I'm good," Jordan said, putting on her facade.

Woody gave her another look that stated all the disbelief he felt. She grinned. "How have you been?" she asked, trying to sound interested. Her heart hammered and her pulse raced. She was terrified that he would say going on a rant about the new woman he was seeing, how great she was, in the bed and out, and how much he liked her, just to piss her off. But he didn't.

"Not so hot actually," he said truthfully, taking Jordan back in surprise.

"Really?" she asked, her voice filled curiosity. "How come?"

Woody hesitated, wondering just how much to tell her. He decided on the details that were less personal. The last thing he needed was for Jordan to have reasons to bug him. "Had a really bad cold. Boss is on my ass. Just a really bad week," he answered honestly, leaving out everything about the nights he spent alone in his dark apartment, reminiscing on old photos and when him and Jordan would tell each other everything, those two people that were so close they were the only two that knew everything about the other.

"Ah I feel for you man," she said with a hearty laugh. Woody let a smile play across his lips. He turned to look at her and watched as she stared straight ahead, hugging herself for warmth. Woody took off his jacket and hung it on his fingers, holding it out to her.

"Here," he said. She turned and looked at him, her eyes falling from his face to the warm jacket in his hands. She was cold and would be stupid to deny warmth. Reaching out, she pulled the coat from him, their fingers meeting momentarily, a shock running through both their bodies. She attempted to drape the jacket over her shoulders but her numb hands seemed to be preventing her from doing so.

"Let me help," Woody said with a slight chuckle as she struggled to put it on. He took his coat from her and placed it gently on her shoulders, his hands coming into brief contact with them.

"Thanks," she said quietly. The elevator lurched to a halt as it landed on the third floor. The doors rolled open and Jordan stepped out, Woody on her heels. "I'm going to Garret's office. Where you headed?" she asked, not bothering to turn around and look at him.

"Same. New case. He's supposed to be sending an ME with me," he said as he followed Jordan around a corner and into Garrets office.

"Jordan. Woody. Together," he said, looking back and both between the two of them. "Huh," he said with a sigh. Deciding not to ask, he turned professional. "Woody you obviously know about the case already. Jordan, thirty five year old female found dead under a tree in a park, gunshot wound to the head. I need you there right away with Woody," he said, his eyes darting between the two of them. Jordan nodded.

"Just gimme a sec to grab my kit Woods," she said with a smile as she rendezvoused out of the office, handing Woody his jacket before she walked out. Grabbing her jacket and kit from her office and heading back down, Jordan found Woody waiting for her by the elevator.

"Ready to go?" he asked with a smile.

"Of course," she said in return.

They took the elevator to the parking garage down in silence, neither making eye contact. When they hit the floor they were looking for, they walked out and found the cars they were looking for.

"Follow me there?" Woody asked, not voicing his concern about Jordan and her reckless driving on the icy roads.

"Right behind you all the way," she said before walking off to her car a couple spaces down and climbing in.

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Woody and Jordan got out of their cars at the same time and walked through the darkening park. The arrived at the body where a woman lay crumpled in a heap at the roots of the tree, her blood spattered all over the bark.

"This is our crime scene," she said, walking over to the tree and examining it. "Arterial spatter. She was probably around 5'7, close range shot." She bent down and lent over the body, Woody observing over her shoulder just like old times. "Libitity is set. Rigor too." She removed a thermometer from her kit and inserted it into the woman's abdomen. "93.6. She was killed about three hours ago," Jordan said, standing back up and facing Woody, pulling her gloves off with a snap. "I'm gonna do a walk around. I'll be right back," she said, throwing her gloves in the nearest trash.

She walked around the tree first, sifting through the leaves with her feet. She continued walking around the trees stopping a couple feet away where she could see what looked like a heap of rags or a blanket. She knelt beside it, pulling on a pair of gloves and fingering back a piece of the dirty pink blanket. She looked inside and fell backwards in shock. Getting over her stupor and getting back onto her knees so she could look into it again, she pulled back a bit more of the blanket, revealing exactly what it was she had initially thought it was.

A tiny baby was looking back into her face; it's eyes blinking up at her in curiosity. She gasped and lifted the baby up from the ground so she was cradling it in her arms.

"Woody!" she yelled. They baby started to fuss at the loud noise. "Shh shh. It's gonna be ok. It's alright," she cooed, running her mittened finger over the baby's face. Woody came running to where Jordan was standing, worried about her.

"Jordan what's wrong?" he asked, huffing from his run in the cold.

"Look," she said quietly, looking down into her arms. Woody stepped close to Jordan and stared into the bundle in her arms.

"Ohmigod," Woody said in sudden realization. "That ... that ..." he stuttered. "That's a baby," Woody said, shocked.

Jordan gave him a 'you think' look.

"Where did you find it?" he asked.

"Right there," Jordan said, pointing down to the ground where the baby had been laying. "We need to get her over to the ambulance. She looks pretty beat up," she said. She looked as though she was about to cry.

"How do you know it's a girl?" Woody asked.

"I can just tell," Jordan said.

With Woody at her side running his fingers gently over the top of the baby's head, Jordan walked over to an ambulance and handed the baby reluctantly over to the ME. She had already become attached to her and didn't want to let her go.

"She'll be fine Jordan," Woody said reassuringly as she handed over the baby, placing a hand gingerly on her shoulder. She leaned her weight onto him for support and they waited for the paramedic's word.

"She seems to be ok," the EMT said. "Just a couple scratches on her body. "You have no idea where her parents are?"

"No. I just found her under a tree," Jordan replied.

The ET nodded. "Well here's the baby back," he said, handing over the baby in a new clean blanket. Jordan reached out and took the baby, pulling her into her chest protectively. "She's about six months by the way," he added.

A smile spread across Jordan's face and Woody couldn't help but notice how good she was with her and what a great mother she would make.

"She's gonna end up in child services isn't she?" Jordan asked as her and Woody walked away.

"Ya unfortunately. But they're closed for the night. We'll have to find someone to take her until they open in the morning," he said with a sad smile.

"I'll do it," Jordan said immediately.

"Huh?" Woody asked back.

"I'll take her for the night. You said that we needed someone for her to stay with until Child Services opens in the morning. Who better than me?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh ummm ... I dunno," he began. "Garret, Lily, umm ... Bug or Nigel maybe!" he asked with a sarcastic smile.

"Come on Woody I can do it!" she said.

Woody just smiled. "Alright Jo. I'll let you take her," he said. "I'll come to your apartment tomorrow and pick you guys up. Take care of her," he said. He placed a kiss on the crown on the baby's head and walked away, leaving Jordan to turn her attention the baby.

"Hey sweetie. Where's your mommy? Someone out there must be missing you terribly,"

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ok Emma is gonna be introduced next chapter and yes, she fits into all this! sorry if it seems a little rushed ad remember, all suggestions are welcome! and if anything doesnt make sense, just lemme know!