Disclaimer: I don't own Crossing Jordan or the characters used.

A/N: First, I'm terribly sorry that I haven't updated in such a long while. You've heard it all before but life really got in the way. Second, I wasn't planning on going this direction (it'll be slightly AU at some points) but writers block made me do it. Apologies in advance if it sucks……enjoy.

The DA stepped into the interrogation room, confident, sure that James was withholding information. She studied him for a moment trying to find some resemblance with a certain dark-haired ME. She couldn't find any than their ability to be extremely stubborn. It had been several hours and James was still sticking to his original story.

"Mr. Horton, why don't you start from the beginning and tell me what happened."

He was looking at her trying to figure out her angle.

"Listen I've already told them all I know more than enough times. So why don't you go do your job and leave me alone!" he yelled.

"Well Mr. Horton there's no need to raise your voice."

"It's James," he snapped back, Horton is the guy who took me in…its James you hear!"

"Oh you don't like to be called by your parents' last name," she asked knowing full well he didn't.

"He is not my father!" he yelled as he slammed his fists on the table. He was getting more and more agitated. "What are you angling at with all these questions?"

"You don't like questions?" she asked as innocent as a wolf in sheep's clothes.

"The questions," he went on to say, "they have nothing to do with the murder investigation. Wasn't that the reason why I was brought in or are you just enjoying going down memory lane here?" He was really getting heated up now, "why can't you people just do your job and leave me alone?"

"Ok James if I am not doing my job then what am I doing here?"

"It seems to me you're the DA, not the department shrink."

She went for the prize, "And your parents were just supposed to take of you right?"

"Damn right they were," he said before noticing his slip-up, "all they had to do was take care of me…that's all," he whispered that last thought almost sounding defeated.

"Must've been though then when you found out they weren't even your real parents, at least not your biological parents."

"What do you know?"

She wasn't backing down now, "would you say then that they owed you something, for all those years they kept you in the dark?"

"In the dark," he scoffed, "they lied to me for 16 years lady. Do you know how that feels…knowing your whole life has been a lie?" Losing his self-control made him tell her things he hadn't told anybody ever, excluding the Cavanaugh's.

"They needed to redeem themselves right?" she went on unphased of his anger.

"Redemption," he chuckled, "you don't know how far some people would go for redemption."

"Oh I have a sneaking suspicion I do," she gave him her final blow.

He noticed, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that we know who the killed Max Cavanaugh, James." He remained quiet so she went on. "the detectives are questioning him as we speak. What's the matter James? You're awfully quiet all of a sudden. Could it be you know whom I'm talking about?" Game over, she thought.

An eerie smile crept over his face, "why would you say that?"

"You're still not through playing games James? I'll leave you with this thought then as I go see our suspect."

As she left she glanced over her shoulder to see him just staring in front of him. She knew it would be over soon.

She met Woody and Seely out in the hallway, "detectives what have you got for me?"

They simultaneously began," he confessed!"

"What gave it away? I mean they hadn't been in touch for nearly twenty years." Seely began.

She told him when her suspicions began. Woody who was also listening could only think of Jordan. She had been right all along, it was up to him now to tell her.

"Excuse me," he said as he made past the other two, "I think I'll head over to the hospital now."

They both paused for a moment, "you did well detective Hoyt, she'll understand." She said.

He merely nodded and took off.

His plan was to go straight to the hospital but he found himself outside the morgue. He was pretending he didn't know how he ended up here but he finally sighed and went in…he needed to see Garret.

He reluctantly walked through the morgue hallway , careful not to be spotted by any one. He was in no shape to tell them what had happened. He found his way to Garret's office, he was inside luckily.

He knocked and stuck his head inside, "mind if I come in?"

"Detective?" he said surprised, "what can I do for you?" Normally he wouldn't have been the least bit surprised to see him, but he was aware that the only case Woody was working on was the Cavanaugh one. His heart skipped a beat, the look on Woody's face didn't assure him in the least bit.

"It's the case," he said knowing Garret would understand which one he was referring to, "we got the killer."

"But that's great," garret exclaimed as he rose out of his chair. "Hm why do I get the feeling that there's bad side to all of this?"

"Cause there is, first of Jordan was right…James was involved."

"Involved? Why don't I like the sound of that?"

"He was involved but didn't do the actual killing. He had an accessory…"

"What! Well who is it?"

"Mr. Horton…his adoptive father."

"Does Jordan know?"

"I was on my way there just now but I…I ended up here."

"She should hear it from you Woody, go you need to be with her right now. She's going to need all the support she can get."

"I know, which is why I'm here I suppose…just in case she shuts me out again…just be there for her…and the baby."

"Woody…she'll understand. It might take her some time to realize that but she'll understand. Now go."

"Thanks Dr. Macy," he said as he left.

Back at the PD…

"Mr. Horton, is that all?" the DA asked as he signed his statement.

"That's all," he said as tears were streaming down his face, "he was my son…my wife never forgave me for what happened. He trusted us and we betrayed him."

"You might have betrayed him but murdering another man wouldn't have solved that."

"He was responsible you know…I just did what he told me to do. He said he'd forgive us if I did this one thing for him…just one thing."

"So James planned the whole thing and you…you just executed it."

"Yeah the poison, the gun, everything…it was a small thing to do to get our family back."

She shook her head, this was too awful even for her. "I'll have one of the detectives escort you to your cell…you get one phone call…I suppose you think of a way to explain all this to your wife," she said as she left.

A/N: I feel I could have gone a different direction but I'm really not a serious writer or anything so this is the best…well maybe not…I could do.

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