A/N Ahhh.. I swear this story is haunting me! Anyway.. it's gonna get angsty again. Sorry.
(Five minutes before she ran)
"So what you're saying is, you don't remember if you had spoken to him the morning of your 'accident'." Lu Simmon's leaned in towards her in a way that made her nervous.
"No, that's not what I said." She looked at Santana's wide eyes. "I.. I'm just saying there are pieces missing. I haven't spoken to Pollak in-."
"Dr. Cavanaugh?" She interrupted. "What are the odds that someone without your expertise would know what they needed to do not to leave physical evidence at a crime scene?"
"Any one who watches CSI Miami?" Jordan said, her usual sarcasm returning.
"She's not answering any more questions with out her attorney." Woody walked purposefully into the room.
"Woods." She didn't know why he was insisting that.
"Jordan." He held her gaze letting her know he meant business.
"I don't have anything else right now anyway." Simmons' looked up at the woman standing in the door way behind Woody. Jordan knew her. She was a private ME, with a very familiar and smug look of discovery on her face. "CSI Boston finished detailing you're apartment. The new ME must have finished her autopsy. Look's like they might have found something." The blonde walked out the door. Santana reached across the table and touched Jordan's arm before doing the same. Jordan glanced up at the window to where she knew her friends must be clustered.
"Hey." His voice was soft as he slipped into the chair beside her. "Brandau was getting nervous. He thinks you said too much."
"Brandau? Who's all in there?" She asked, her eyes not moving from the window. He breathed out a quick laugh.
"Everyone we know."
"Great." Her hands were shaking. He put his over them.
"It's going to be all right."
"Did Garret find anything on the body?" Woody looked down, pulling her hand off the table and into his. "They took him off the case."
"It's going to be-." She kissed him then, hard, not caring who was watching through the window. He pushed his hands back through her hair and pulled away gently. "Jordan."
"I'm going to go see Garret." She thumbed her hand towards the hall. He nodded watching her cross the room, she looked back at him and he closed his eyes. She knew he had figured out what was about to happen.
(Half an hour before she ran)
"We just have some questions Jordan." Santana said softly in a stark contrast to Lu's stony expression.
"She gave already gave you a statement." He told Santana feeling Jordan's grip on his hand tighten.
"This has nothing to do with you Hoyt." Tallulah said quickly.
"The hell it doesn't." He growled at her.
"Woody." Santana's soft voice made him nervous. "We just need to ask you some questions Jordan."
"She's not saying anything without a lawyer." Woody said quickly.
"No. I'll.. I'll talk to Santana. She can ask me what ever she wants." The woman's eyes looked down.
"She won't be asking the questions Doctor." Woody looked at Lu again like she was a total stranger.
"I think you should listen to Woody, Jordan." Santana looked conflicted.
"Look. If she waved, she waved. Do you want to talk or not?" The blonde detective quipped.
Jordan looked at Woody.
"I'm calling Kim." He said pulling away from her and walking down the hall. He'd met her friend Kim when they had made out their living wills. Kim's number was in his rolodex. "Don't say anything." He knew she wouldn't listen.
He was half way through his conversation with her when Brandau rushed over to him.
"You better get in there and tell her to lawyer up right now." The ADA told him urgently. Woody got to his feet and rushed back down the hall.
(Two hours before she ran.)
Lu Simmons walked into the morgue with a purpose. Lily watched through the window as she handed a piece of paper in her hand to Nigel before busting into trace.
"I'm going to have to ask you to stop." She said coolly, Lily didn't move from the corner where she'd been watching Garret work on Pollak's body. "I have a court order for the body to be transferred to a private coroner."
"I thought this was Detective Santana's case?" Garret asked warily.
"She's been removed. Conflict of interest. She's too involved with Dr. Cavanaugh."
"And you're not?" Lily said standing up and marching over to her. "You slept with her boyfriend." If Lu was surprised, she didn't show it.
"I may be the only one in the entire BPD that doesn't have a soft spot for the ME."
"I'll bet you don't." Lily mumbled.
"Are you saying Jordan's a suspect?" Garret asked still clinging to the bag of trace evidence he'd pulled off Pollak.
"I'm saying she is a person of interest."
"That's ridiculous." Nigel said handing Garret the paperwork and nonchalantly taking the bag from him.
"The body of her ex-boyfriend, who had just written a scathing story about her, her boss and her on again off again lover, was found by her in her bed room." Lu turned to face Nigel. "Hardly ridiculous."
She walked out of the room. Lily made a face.
"Guys, Woody hasn't told me everything, but he told me enough. Lu Simmons has it for Jordan." Garret studied her. "This is bad."
"How much did you get from the scene?" Garret asked Nigel.
"Not as much as I wanted.. but some." His face was grim. "What did you get off the body?" He asked holding up the bag.
"Fabric fibers." He said and Nigel's face fell, Lily sighed.
"Not exactly a smoking gun."
(Three hours before she ran)
Woody sat with her on the steps in the hall. She hadn't said anything since he had drug her out of the apartment. She still sat right where he had set her. She hadn't seemed to notice Garret or Nigel rush by. She had nodded at Santana.
"Hey, I'll be right back." She looked at him for a minute after he spoke before nodding. He made his way back through the door.
"Woody." Nigel called to him. "You said you touched the thermostat." He nodded. "Than this set has to be yours." The Brit shook his head. "This doesn't make sense."
"What?"
"It's a thermostat. People touch it everyday. Someone had to turn it off."
"So?"
"So yours is the only set of prints on it." He shook his head. "It's been wiped clean." Nigel looked around nervously. "Someone cleared the crime scene."
Woody closed his eyes. This was bad.
(When she ran)
Jordan walked out of the interrogation room and into the stairwell. She tried not to cry as she ran down the steps to her car. She fumbled with the keys and pulled away from the station.
In the car she cried, panic seeping into her. They thought she killed him. They were going to try and nail her to the wall like they had with her Dad and Malden. She had to get out of there. She had to go somewhere and collect her thoughts. She had to figure out the best way to deal with this.
She found herself at her Dad's house. Convincing herself it was just a stop. She would regroup, call Woody and have him come get her and take her home. Or she would jump on a plane to anywhere but here.
She hadn't been there longer than an hour when she heard a knock at the back door. She looked in the kitchen trying carefully not to be seen, only to see a pair of blue eyes starring back at her.
