"What's that you say? He's dead? How did that happen…when…oh my god Jordan! Is she all right? I'm on my way."

He couldn't believe the call he just received. He couldn't be dead. Impossible, he was missing for a year now. How did he pop up all of a sudden, or why was an even bigger question. What would he say to her? Should he say something to her? I mean he hadn't been himself lately to say the least and he treated her like yesterdays news every time they saw each other. Now this had to change, this was big. Her father dying, murdered to be clear was huge. He needed to be there for her, but something in him stopped him from becoming close to her again. He needed to deal with his own demons before he could help her with hers.

At the scene of the crime he found her sitting next to the body of her father. She seemed so helpless. It scared him to think that she was helpless; it's not the Jordan he knew or once so deeply loved. He slowly walked in her direction making as little noise as possible. It seemed as if she didn't know he was there, and even when he was right beside her she still didn't look up at him. She had a blank stare in her face, and looking paler than ever he was quite sure he had never seen her this way. He felt the strong urge to hug her and take her from this place of heartache, hug her and tell her everything will be all right. But the days where he could have gotten away with that were now gone.

"Jordan…Jordan? It's me Woody."

She kept her eyes fixed on something that wasn't there it seemed, just a blank stare. "

Hey…listen why don't we go sit on the couch and let these men do their work?"

As he slowly bent over to touch her, she seemed to snap back to reality and looked up at him. The blank look on her face however was still there and it pained him more than he led on and allowed himself to show her. Carrying her to the couch wasn't hard at all; she was light as a feather and a couple a months ago he would have been thrilled to hold her close to him. Now it was merely part of the job. He wasn't sure about her state of mind. Sure she must be hurting but you never knew what to expect from her and now more than ever he was completely clueless as how to talk to her. She seemed to have tears in her eyes but they never came down, it was as if she wouldn't let herself cry. That was the Jordan he knew, always trying to be strong. Out of the blue he put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. Her head now resting on his shoulder and then it came. Tears were rolling down her cheek onto his shirt and she was softly sobbing. Hearing this broke his heart and before he knew it he said the words, it'll be ok, I'm here for you…Hearing himself say this scared him, but he was more relieved than scared, relieved that he still loved her. Thankful he could be here for her now. She finally spoke but he wished she hadn't. The words pained him. "

I'm sorry…sorry I didn't mean to break down like that. God that's the last thing you'd want to hear right now. God I didn't know what to do and…and…"

She pulled away from him and sobbed again but this time she put her face in her hands and clearly didn't want him to comfort her he thought.

Not knowing what to do he got up and went to help his colleagues with the investigation. Sensing he was gone she slowly looked up. At least he's here. On some level she believed he still cared for her, or maybe it was hope? It didn't matter now…now she had bigger issues to work through. It was difficult to believe her father was lying there motionless; his body so cold she felt chills when she touched him. Why did it have to happen now? He had just surfaced again after almost a year. They had spoken about a truce finally and the good news was they both agreed it was time…time to accept each other as they were. Now she would never have that again, she would never speak to her father again. He would never know how much she loved him despite her stubbornness, but she dearly hoped he did.

She watched as they did their work and slowly they were packing up and leaving her apartment. When they got ready to wrap up the body she shot up from the couch and sped to her father. She wanted to see him one last time…the last time she would see him like this. She knew she had to work on his case, no matter how hard it would be she knew she had to be the medical examiner examining him. There was no one else she could trust with a case as sensitive as this one. Her colleagues at the morgue all became her friends but this was one she needed to do herself. Garrett would never let her come near him but somehow she needed to find a way for him to agree with her…the case had to be dealt with by her. The answers would be found if she was there to see them. She had to find the killer of her father…he had to pay for what he had done to him…what he had done to her! Once again she found herself restless…restless until she finds the killer of her father.

It had been 24 hours and the frustration of not finding any clues was killing Jordan. She had barely slept or even eaten a full meal. Her friends at the morgue were growing more and more concerned with her behavior but they knew they couldn't stop her. Garrett being the only one thus far to knock some sense in her at times was powerless in this case as well. He knew this case could end up costing more people their lives and wasn't about to let Jordan be one of them. He found no other way than to contact Woody, reason with him or even force him to help Jordan. Not just on a professional level but on any other level she needed. It was no secret to anybody anymore of the mutual attachment between the two. Still it was difficult for him to request something like this from anybody but especially Woody. Woody's breakdown had been evident to all that dealt with him. The fact that he was receiving help for that did alarm him but considering his own past he was not going to judge him for that, moreover it wasn't his business.

Jordan's health was also deteriorating, but she held back some other truth from everybody else including Woody. They had decided to keep a secret from everyone that a few months ago before their worlds were turned upside down, they did manage by some miracle of God spend some time together romantically. They had found a way to set aside all the problems and focus on them for a change. The ironic part of it all was that they really made it work for at least two weeks. They were two weeks filled with laughter, love, and lovemaking. There were no quarrels, to the extent they are having presently, and life seemed to be at the high point. The highest it can get before it all comes tumbling down. Jordan's health was deteriorating because she was pregnant, and everybody knows you need to take care of yourself when expecting. Unfortunately for Jordan she has multiple reasons not to enjoy this miracle called pregnancy. Being at odds with the father of the baby being one and her own fathers murder being another. She needed to focus now however, her father and her baby came first now, and she would have to deal with everything else later quietly hoping that it wouldn't be too late.

Finally after 28 hours of going insane there was a clue but not the one she was waiting for. The mystery was only about to unfold with the autopsy report of her father.

She looked over the results of the autopsy report and grew pale. Impossible. She read it multiple times before she looked up to Nigel with questions marks all over her face. Nigel, who had grown closer to Jordan over the past few years, got the look on her face.

"What's the matter love?" he said.

For a moment Jordan couldn't say anything, but she managed to utter some words.

"Nige, this is wrong, it can't be…"

Nigel didn't seem to understand because in all these years he had been wrong only on a couple occasions and this one was an open and shut case.

"The blood type is wrong," she told him.

He needed a minute to process what she had just told him but he understood now. He was left without words, what could he possible say to her now? Jordan's world had turned upside down twice over the course of 2 days. She didn't wait for him to get his thoughts on track; she turned around and walked away. She didn't know where she was off to but then again she never did.