I can't do this…come on Jordan this is necessary you know you want to solve this case once and for all…she was standing outside the police department for some time now. You need his help, this has nothing to do with us just the case, go in there, go! She finally convinced herself she could at least talk to him without getting too personal. If she wanted to get some answer she needed his contacts.
"Hey Woody…you got a minute?"
He was sitting at his desk going through some paperwork when he looked up and saw her standing with a somewhat worried look on her face.
"Jordan? Is everything ok?" he asked with what sounded genuine concern in his voice.
"Well yeah that depends on you actually…I mean I kinda need your help with my fathers case. I have a lead and I can't do anything with it…unless I get some help from you."
God how lame do I sound just now? Please Woody just agree don't make me stand here babbling like an idiot. So yeah what do you say?"
Woody couldn't help but think how much he had wanted to help her and now he actually had a chance, she wanted him to help her. "A lead! That's great…well I mean sorry not great because you know what… ok of course I'll help show me what you got."
He needed to get technical before he made an idiot of himself.
"We found a hair…we know it's not my dads. Nigel and Bug are working on getting a match but nothing yet and frankly I doubt they'll get a match."
Woody was somewhat puzzled now, "right so I hate to be blunt like this but what do you need me to do? You got the hair and now you just need to get a match…so."
I knew this was a mistake…you know what to do Woody! Just set your emotions aside and do what you do…find the bastard. "Listen it's hard for me to sit here and ask for your help, but I'm here because I'd do anything to catch the guy that killed my parents…I just need you to do something, you know the situation better than any cop here at the station. Trust me if there was a way to do this without you I would do it but there isn't! So just help or just tell me now you don't wanna do it…I understand."
"Fine…no need to get like this I'll see what I can do just get me what you have on the hair as soon as possible" he said while turning back to the pile of papers laid out in front of him.
She followed his lead and left…for the nearest bathroom, she felt sick and wondered if it was morning sickness or because she had to treat him like she did.
Back at the desk Woody also wondered about the conversation they just had, but he was specifically focusing on a thing she said to him, I'd do anything to catch the guy that killed my parents…what is going on here Jordan? What does your mothers murder have to do with all this? He then thought about her not wanting to ask him for help but he was too hurt to even think further about that.
Back at the morgue Nigel and Bug were working hard to find the origin of the hair that was found on Max's body.
"So what is your take on all this?" Bug asked Nigel.
"I have not a clue Buggles. I mean Max, a retired cop, who'd want to off him? See what everybody is forgetting, he put a lot of criminals behind bars so chances are this was just plain old revenge. Naturally I hate to put it like that but it is a possibility."
Bug nodded "yeah he must've had countless enemies, I just hate to see Jordan in so much pain. I can't imagine having both parents taken from you like this."
"Well we can help her Bug, this hair tells a story of its own…ah yes the results are in…oh would you look at this…I actually expected it to be male. I have to let Jordan know about this."
"Know what Nige?"
She walked in the room and heard the last part of the conversation.
"Ah there you are love, well the hair is female, and from the looks of it, it wasn't her natural color" he said with a smile on his face but seeing his usual additional trivial information wasn't really acknowledged he refrained himself from cracking a joke.
Jordan felt her emotions running high again but this time she managed to control herself, a woman…did she kill my dad?
"Anything else…did you match it to anybody yet?"
"Well the machine takes it from here love, it's actually still processing it but any minute now we'll find out…ah there we go, love we got a name."
This is it! She felt relieved but scared at the same time, what if it was someone she knew, a family friend. "Well who is it?"
"Let's see…A Samantha Barrington from…she's a local. Do you have a clue who she is?" he asked her.
"No…I don't know her" was all she managed to say about the name. "I have to let Woody know he's uhm helping me with the case."
She grabbed her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart,
"Woody…we got a name. Samantha Barrington, she seems to be a local…what!" she cried "but how? All right I'll be there in a moment bye." Oh my god she's there. "Guys I gotta go down to the station, that lady Samantha Barrington, she's at the station it seems" she looked at Nigel and Bug with a hopeful look in her eye and left.
Nigel sped out after her thinking he wouldn't let her face the potential killer alone. "Wait up love I'm right behind you." She looked at him and was too overcome with her emotions to say no.
"All right Ms Barrington start from the beginning, how do you know Max Cavanaugh?"
Woody was already questioning Ms. Barrington who was sitting opposite him well dressed, not your typical murderer he thought. She didn't seem fazed by him or the fact that she was held on suspicion of murder. Naturally no charges were filed as yet but that could change.
She finally spoke, "Max and I were in love. He was kind to me and I to him, this is all very appalling that you would even consider me as his murderer."
"So you admit you knew him then. Tell me were you with him the night he was killed?"
"I was with him yes, before you applaud yourself with anything, I left his place in the morning. See detective I didn't come here for this…I was hoping you would give some answers, not keep me here like an animal locked in a cage."
Woody didn't find her as menacing as she wanted him to believe.
"Ms Barrington, you have to understand, you come in here saying you knew Max Cavanaugh. Now I have reason to believe that you were with him on the day he was killed and you just corroborated that, so now I need to establish and verify your connection with him. No one is keeping you locked up like an animal, I'm sure if what you're saying is true you would want to find his killer. Answering these questions would help a great deal, seeing as so far you are the last person who's seen him alive. Now when did you two meet?"
Reluctantly she answered his question "we met over a year ago on a retreat. We've both lost a loved one, he was helping me through my hardship."
The questioning had gone on for some time when Jordan and Nigel finally reached the station and entered the room attached to the questioning room. Jordan was listing to the interrogation and analyzing the woman she thought killed her father.
"Nigel there she is, god do you really think she did it?"
He didn't want to give her false hope but at the same time didn't want to pull the rug from under her feet either.
"We'll just have to wait a bit longer, Woody will get it out of her surely just hold on all right." Don't let her down again Woody; I'm not sure she'll be able to take it. I can't believe I'm saying this but I hope you can do it.
The door opened and Walcott stepped in somewhat surprised to see Jordan there already.
"Dr. Cavanaugh already here?" She resisted the urge to bring up her relationship with Woody; even she realized it wasn't necessary at the moment.
"Yea Walcott I didn't really have anything else to do so I thought why not see who killed my father," she snapped back.
"Oh I'm sorry you don't know…she didn't do it. See she is claiming your father and she had a relationship. She came to find out if we'd made any progress yet."
Jordan wanted to hurt her so badly; she knew Walcott was enjoying this far too much. "What…and you believe her? We found her hair on…on my father and we know he was shot from close range, she did it!"
Normally Jordan didn't go for open and shut cases but her judgment was a bit clouded on this particular case. Nigel sensed he should step in before the two women would duke it out right there.
"Eh Jordan let's just see what Woody has so far. Nothing is set in stone love just take it easy." Walcott did the same; she also let her own personal feelings get the upper hand. It wasn't unknown to anyone that the two didn't see eye-to-eye most of the time.
Woody made little progress, as Ms. Barrington was tougher to crack than he had hoped. "Detective either charge me or let me go, I've told you all I know and I am most displeased with your treatment. This is no way to treat me, I have just lost someone dear and here I am being questioned as if I were the one who did this to him."
He knew he didn't have anything on her but wasn't about to let her know that "just sit tight ma'am, I'll be back to check on you" and he left the room in search of Walcott.
The first person he saw as he entered the door was Jordan, he wasn't surprised to see her just somewhat uneasy.
I got nothing for her.
He turned to Walcott "what do we do? She's though but I don't think she's lying. She admits being there so now what?"
"Cut her loose," the DA said "but keep an eye on her you never know" and left without even looking at Jordan. "
What…no you can't do this! She did it…you can't give up like that," Jordan was yelling at the door because Walcott already left and she felt so hopeless. "Woody look at me I know she did it, there's nobody else. I can't believe this."
He didn't know what to say to her but he tried anyways "Jor…we can't hold her, we got nothing. She admits being with him, she was seeing him Jor. There's no motive…you heard Walcott, we'll watch her I promise."
Not knowing if she was even listening to him he turned to Nigel "Nige take her home, there's nothing you can do here. I'll see what else I can find" and left the two alone.
She expected more from me…what could I have done though? God I can't stand seeing her like this. Woody felt more and more distant from her and was scared it would become permanent…if it hadn't already.
"Nigel I'm going to see her. I need you to cover for me all right, this Barrington lady is not getting off so easy…"
"Jordan! Love hold on you can't be serious; I think it's a bad idea. You're not ready to face her…Jordan…Jordan."
He called after her while she walked out towards Ms. Barrington who was just about to leave. "Hey…Hey I need to talk to you" her voice trembled but she tried to hide it.
Ms. Barrington turned around to see what all the commotion was and now stood face to face with Jordan. "Yes? Can I help you?"
" You damn right you can, start telling me why you killed my father" her face was overcome with anger and part of her wanted to hurt Ms. Barrington right then and there.
"I beg your pardon? Your father…oh…Max? Oh heavens Jordan?" her face seemed surprised. "Yes…Max Cavanaugh my father, well?" the tremble in her voice was now replaced with confidence.
"Jordan dear, I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances, you see your father…" Jordan jumped in, "just tell me why you did it! I don't need to listen to all this crap I just wanna know why!"
Ms. Barrington's cheeks turned red with anger "I say, I would have never guessed Max's daughter to behave in this manner, I am not responsible for his death young lady! I loved him…I …I" now even Ms. Barrington was overcome with her emotions and not able to speak anymore she just turned around and left Jordan behind with even more questions unanswered for than before.
She wanted to run after her but Nigel held her back "no…no love just let her go. You can talk to her later on, I think she's had enough for today."
Nigel also wasn't too sure Ms. Barrington was the murderer. Jordan who was now exhausted let go reluctantly, she remembered her baby all of a sudden and without realizing it she said it out loud.
Nigel nearly fainted "What…baby? Bloody hell what did you say!"
She felt too tired to come up with an excuse, frankly part of her was relieved she could share it with someone at last so she told Nigel the whole story, making him promise he would not tell a soul.
"Right we need to get you home now and eat, I haven't seen you eat all day. No this will not do…you need to eat.".
Seeing her fathers body in front of her again she refused to go home, "no Nigel lets just go to my office I promise I'll lay down there and eat…I promise please I can't go home" her pleading eyes convinced him not to take her home but to her office instead.
The morgue was getting ready to go into the night shift, Lily and Bug both left for the day. Garrett was sitting in his office when he received a phone call from the DA.
"Garrett I don't want Dr. Cavanaugh running around screwing up my case. She's taken on the role of the whole PD, I don't need to deal with her all right."
He felt angry at her insensitivity but also agreed with her on some level. He knew Jordan would not make Walcott's job easy and even he felt frustrated at times with her inability to listen and take orders.
"Renee she just lost her father, even you can't be insensitive about that" he knew of the possibility this could backfire on him but he decided in that split second Jordan needed him more than his need to patch things up with the DA.
"Garrett…keep her in line or I'll shut her out. I can't have her attack every suspect we bring in just because she has a hunch."
The next sound he heard was the dial tone.
Christ Jordan what did you do? What did I do?
Both Nigel and Jordan at that moment walked past his office. He saw worried Nigel's face and felt something was wrong.
"Jordan? Nigel? What happened at the station?"
"Dr. Macy she needs to lie down first, I'll tell you all about it in a bit." not knowing how he would take it, because this was the first time he actually in a way didn't listen to his superior, he continued to lead Jordan to her office.
"Ah Garrett don't fuss I'm ok, Nigel is just overprotective of me you know..."
Nigel wanted her to talk to Dr. Macy about his discovery so he left to gather up some food. "Jordan what's going on? Nigel is acting weirder than usual. What are you not telling me?"
She felt so exhausted and coming up with an excuse seemed like a huge mountain to cross so she just told him.
"You're sure about this?" was all he managed to say at first.
"Gee Gar, no I just thought I didn't have enough to deal with so…yeah I'm sure believe me." Sensing she was looked for comfort he reassured her it would be ok, "listen to me we'll get through this all right."
She was rather surprised by his answer "we Gar? Hate break it to you but it's not yours."
"Really doctor?" he said mockingly. "The kid needs some protection from his parents, I think he will need his uncle to come rescue him or her from time to time from you and…it is Woody's right?" He felt the stupidity of his question right away, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to…"
"Gar…Gar it's fine. No offense taken ok. But yeah it's his and no I haven't told him and no neither will you. In fact nobody needs to know right now all right."
He agreed to keep it under the table until she was ready to tell him.
"You need to do it soon though, he needs to know and be there for you now. I don't mean to go where I'm not wanted but I know you two are in some kind of weird place right now but there's someone else you need to think about right now."
"Yeah for once I agree Gar" she smiled at him "but I need to sleep now I'm so tired," she said right before she let out a yawn.
She fell asleep almost instantly with Garret by her side and when Nigel came back with some food he told him to leave it on the desk. Both men left with a heavy heart, neither knowing what to do exactly but both desperate to do something.