(Five minutes before they got it)

"Woody I don't know what else to tell you, Mate."

"Come on Nigel. Please." Woody felt his hands start to shake again. "Please."

"They have the soap, the prints, a well cleared scene…"

"But she was with me Nigel!" He yelled. "I swear to you I never left her side!" Woody ran his fingers through his hair.

"I believe you, Woody. You know I do. I just can't prove it." Nigel looked at him remorsefully looking back at the screen. Woody started for the doors, picturing a life hiding out in a Kawanee farm house growing their own food in the back pasture. "Wait."


(An hour before they got it)

Nigel looked back at his friend. He was leaning forward with his head in his hands. Tapping his feet frantically.

"You could call her from the untraceable cell, Woody." He offered.

"I…" He shook his head. "I wiped the prints and left it in Ohio."

"There was no way to.."

"I didn't want them to find it on me if I was arrested." He told him, Nigel nodded. "What if we can't-?"

"Just stop it there, Woody." Bug said softly walking into the room. "We'll figure it out." Woody nodded. "Matt and Garret went back to her apartment. They're going to play the game. See if they can figure out something we've missed. Lily's trying to track down anywhere else that the soap could have come from."

Bug moved his hands over his face before shooting a glance at Nigel.

"Woody, why don't you go back to her office, rest for a while?" Bug asked quietly. The detective shook his head. This was getting worse and worse.


(Two hours before they got it)

"Woody?" Bug called into Jordan's dark office. He sat there not missing the irony of how he had found her like this the day of the bombing.

"Yeah?" He ran his hands across his face.

"Nigel and I have been trying to decide if this is any of our business. But," Woody looked up at him. "If I were you I would want to know."

"What?" Woody was surprised at the amount of fear in his voice.

"Pollak's autopsy results?" Bug handed him the file. "He was sterile."

Woody's lips parted, he hated himself for being both traumatized and relieved in that moment. He had told himself on the way to the hospital that he could love Jordan's baby no mater what, but he hadn't realized how deeply it would have effected him, until now that he knew.

"I'm sorry Woody. You don't know how sorry I am."

"Thanks." He breathed trying to sound calm. "I-I'm glad you told me. I'm glad I know." He nodded his head at Bug before the other man scooted out the door.

He looked down at his shaking hands for a second. Even if they fixed this, they'd never be able to undo the damage that had been done. How could they?


(Four hours before they got it.)

"Okay, so what do we have that links this to Jordan?" Matt Seely said writing her name and circling it in red. "The apartment, the victim, a motive, the murder weapon.."

"Her prints alone and unsmudged on the murder weapon, the knowledge of how to clean up a crime scene…" Garret added.

"The hospital soap." Lily reminded them.

"The what?" Woody looked at them.

"The scene was wiped down with a specific type of soap used by Boston General, Woody." Matt watched his eyes close as Garret told him the news.

"Okay? Is that all?" Nigel asked quickly. All?

Matt wrote 'contradictions' in blue and circled it.

"If she's going to wipe a scene clean, she'd wipe the gun." Woody mumbled. "Not to mention the fact that she went right from the hospital to my apartment. She was never away from me."

"Woody all that does it put suspicion on you." Kim said quietly. "If we used that, a jury would dig up every time you bent the truth to protect her. They'd nail you to the floor with the Malden case alone."

"She didn't tell anyone else that she was going home with you. We were all looking for her. It looks bad. It's a shoddy alibi, Woody." Garret reminded him.

"Hey!" Matt yelled from the white board. "Contradictions?"

"She couldn't have lifted the body, but it was moved. He wasn't shot in the bedroom. He may not have even been shot in the apartment." Woody perked up a little when Garret said this.

"What about blood? You can't clean up blood." He asked hopefully.

"There was hardly any blood from the body, Woodrow." Nigel told him shaking his head slowly. "He had reversed marks on his body. He'd laid at least in a different position for a while after he was dead. He was laying parallel with the floor boards. The marks were perpendicular."

"She couldn't have lifted him. She was still too weak to even drag him." Woody told them quickly.

"No, but you could have." Kim pointed out again.

"If she was going to kill him, she could have made it look like self defense. Like she came home and found him in her bedroom and shot him without knowing who he was." Nigel informed them. "He had a key right?"

"He gave it back." Woody supplied.

"But you and Jordan were the only ones who knew that then." Matt told him scribbling out a blue line and writing 'key'/self defense.

"She didn't know about the article. She was surprised when I called her." Garret mumbled. Matt wrote it down.

"She's an ME, I'm a homicide detective!" Woody yelled in frustration. "If we were going to commit a murder don't you think we would have done a better job protecting are selves? I mean come on! The cleared crime scene with a few mistakes screams set up." Lily walked forward and put her hand on his back. "I.. I can't even call her. I can't even see how she's.." He stood up and walked out of the room.


(When they got it)

"Wait" Nigel repeated again softly. Woody spun around to face him, his face pleading. "There's something here, a powder."

"What's that mean?" He asked moving closer.

"Nothing except that it's in a perfect half circle around the trigger." The grin started to spread across Nigel's pointed features.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning.. something may have been used to rig the gun.." He turned back towards Woody. "With out disturbing Jordan's prints."

"Something with a powder?" Woody made a face.

"Something with a latex powder." He said clicking at the computer screen.

"What has a latex powder?" Woody said walking over closer to Nigel.

"Gloves." Nigel said stiffly, putting on his own pair before he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a small mock pistol they sometimes used in recreations. Rummaging around, until he found a small key, he walked over to the locking cabinets and grabbed a box of latex gloves. He stood over the sink and cut the glove off of the band at the bottom. He looped it around the trigger and pulled hard. "Bam." He pulled it off and walked back to his magnified glass and smiled. "And there it is."

Woody tried not to look too optimistic.

"She has unlimited access to latex gloves Nige."

"Accept… Sydney is allergic to latex. We switched to non-latex last year. So did the precinct." He twirled around his gloved hand. "She would have had to get the key and open the cabinet. Why would she do all that instead of just taking the latex free?"

"But it's used at the hospital." Woody told him. Nigel's face fell.

"It all goes back there." Lily said as she came through the door. "The soap and what else?"

"Latex gloves." Nigel said loudly.

"How do we prove that we didn't take those things from the hospital?' Woody said in irritation.

"We figure out who did." Nigel looked from Woody to Lily.

"It was just Santana, Lily, Jordan and I at the hospital. Just us." He said angrily.

"Woody?" Lily said softly her eyes snapping up to his. "And Lu Simmons."

"What?" Nigel said quickly.

"Woody said Lu Simmons had come to the hospital to see Jordan."