Jordan's phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her attention back into the present.
Flicking it open she answered all business.
"Cavanaugh." She took at deep breath and listen to Garret's voice.
"Tell Nige I'll meet him there," she said before closing her phone.
Jordan stooped over the dead woman's body as Nigel took photos of the scene. He lay with one arm out stretched covered by the bed cloths. Jordan carefully lifted the sheet to find a smaller hand clasped within the woman's. Frantically, Jordan searched for a pulse. Sensing a faint one, she tugged on the arm, pulling into view the body of an unconscious girl no older than ten.
Fretfully Jordan yelled, "Some one call an ambulance!" as she held the girl in her arms.
Jordan had just finished the woman's autopsy when Woody walking through the morgue doors. She had managed to avoid him at the crime scene but that was impossible now.
"What have you got for me ?" Woody asked as Jordan covered over the body.
"She was killed by blunt force to the skull. Hit repeatedly with a blunt object," she said picking up the x-rays and lifting them to the light to show him.
"There were no signs of a fight and it would have taken a few hits to knock her out totally. You'll have full reports tomorrow," Jordan continued mater of factly.
"What? No paper work to catch up on? " Woody asked, his farm boyish charm shining through.
"Ahh no," Jordan said, simply.
"Anything in her system?" he asked, now mirroring Jordan's business like manner.
"Nigel's running it now."
"Okay thanks," he said, walking towards the door's to trace.
Jordan clear the sudden lump in her throat.
"What about the girl?" Jordans empathy was clear in her voice.
Woody paused his hand on the door.
"Still in a coma, I'm about to go talk to the father. "
His voice was solemn and cop like.
"She in boston general?" Jordan asked quietly.
"Yep." he said as he pushed the door open and left.
Jordan was to wrapped up in her own melody of memory and empathy to notice the supream look of longing as woody looked at her through the swinging door.
Jordan got off work about an hour later, and without even thinking, she drove over to the hospital. Some where deep down she knew that this trip was more about her own dark shadows than the little girl but she wasn't listening to that part now. Jordan knew the pain, the absolute loss of losing a mother. She knew that when this girl woke up she would need to know who killed her mother. Or was it her that needed to know.
She walked down the deserted gray corridor to the dreay service desk filled with tired nurses, ready to go home. After pretending she was some relative, Jordan located the girl.
Jordan walked through the intensive care unit, the faces of fearful loved ones haunted her as she walked.
She turned into the small white room, Woody and the girl's father talked in the cornor. She hovered just inside the door listening to the men's conversation.
"Thank you Mr Solice, we'll do our best to find out who did this," Woody turned and nodded at Jordan then turned back to Mr Solice.
"They say people can hear you talking when their in a coma, " he gave the man a short smile paused again and looked staight at Jordan .
"Just like they were asleep."
Jordan froze and stared at Woody. He mearly gave his usual farm boy smile and walked from the room.