(When the pieces started to fall into place)
"Woody?" He leaned his head back towards the door. Matt Seely looked at him just as intensely as he had in the interrogation room four hours ago. "How's she doing?" He nodded towards Jordan, curled up against him on the couch in her office. Woody just smiled sadly. Matt held up a file. "It's true."
Woody looked down at Jordan before stretching his arm out to Seely, who quickly fumbled forward putting his hand up. "Here. Here. Don't get up."
Woody opened the manila folder. Looking up at him was Lu Simmons' daughter. The same picture he'd seen in her office that day. He read the caption out loud.
"Six year old found dead in home. Father wanted for questioning." He looked at the photo next to the girls. It was James. "This is unbelievable."
The body of six year old Emily Simmons was found Tuesday in her Northern Connecticut home. The corner reports the child was beaten to death. The child's mother Dr. Tallulah Simmons has been questioned and has been ruled out as a suspect. Her father James Simmons, is wanted for questioning. Neighbors describe the family as quiet but friendly. Dr. Simmons is psychologist with Harper Rehabilitation. James Simmons works for Miller Technologies. Emily had been a student at Westhaven Elementary School, she was in the first grade.
Emily. Woody thought.
"She told me what I wanted to hear." Woody thought ironically. "She used me to get to Jordan."Matt looked down at the floor and then back up at him nodding before he walked away.
"And I let her."
She walked down the hallway of the station with a purpose. They would sentence her today, she'd be transferred. It was her last chance to know the truth once and for all. She gave Santana a smile as she slipped into the conference room. Matt stood up, gesturing for Jordan to sit before he stood protectively at the door.
"Tallulah." She said calmly. "I'm.. I'm sorry about your daughter." Simmons just starred at her. "I want to know the story."
"Woody said you didn't." She turned her head slightly. Her eyebrows pinched together forming three vertical creases on the bridge of her nose.
"Woody feels guilty. He wants to protect me." She told her. " I want to know."
"He was my patient at first." Lu began slowly. "That's when I learned about you, your mother.. your father.. the man you thought was your father. Then we fell in love." She smiled in a way that made Jordan want to run for the door.
"He was.. troubled. He'd had a hard life. Emily was difficult, always demanding, curious, she didn't have a single fear. The clashed like you wouldn't believe. One night he says he's leaving. He's going to find his sister. He's going to tell her the truth, about her, about who her parents really were." She looked at Jordan shaking her head slightly. "He was never the same after that. After meeting you."
"He killed her then. After he met me. Then he came back for Malden." Jordan whispered as if it had just dawned on him. "My dad, he'd said-."
"He's not your father." Simmons said firmly. "You know that Jordan. Don't pretend you didn't." She couldn't answer. She couldn't think that, not even for a second.
"Our mother was ill. She had Schizophrenia." She looked at Lu Simmons she was a doctor, she had to understand. "She tried to hurt him when he was a baby." Jordan looked at her hands before she spoke again. "I.. I tried to talk him off of the roof. He.. wasn't thinking clearly. He wasn't.. well." She shook her head. "I tried to help him."
"Are you trying to clear your conscious Dr. Cavanaugh?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"No." Jordan decided looking down at her hands. "You used Woody to get to me?"
"I got lucky. I heard of an opening in the BPD for a therapist to help out after a string of cop shootings. Lucky me it was the right cop. It was really easy once I got through the tough guy mask. He was more than willing to tell me everything about you. He was so hard up for a little attention I think he would have done anything I asked."
"I think that's enough." His voice startled them both. Jordan looked towards the door where Woody stood with Matt. "Don't you Jordan?" He looked at her intently until she nodded. She stood up and cast one last look towards Lu Simmons.
"What were you thinking?" He asked her once they had made it back to his office.
"I needed to know." She said simply.
"What Jordan, what good could possibly come of it?" He ran his hand back through his hair.
"I needed to know, Woody. My whole family-. My mother, my actual biological father, my niece, our baby… all lost for what? Pollak is dead just because he dated me! I needed to know." She shook her head.
"So what do you know now that you didn't know before?" He watched her contemplate that.
"Nothing. Nothing except that I'm the only one who made it out alive." She looked at him for a minute. He smiled at her, slowly reaching his arms out and bringing her in. "I'm…. Who the hell am I?"
"You know who you are Jordan." She looked up at him. "I know who you are. You're the fearless AME can solve a case better than most detectives. You're a good friend. You care about people, about doing what's right." He pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed it, feeling the ring she wore on her finger. "Oh yeah," He heald it up for her to see. "And you're the wife of a former Wisconsin farm boy."
She had to smile at that. He winked at her.
" I have a feeling that's going to be a job all on it's own." She teased. "You can take the boy from the farm...but you can't take the farm from the-."
He pressed his lips to his.
"Shh." He told her shaking his head and kissing her again.
A/N one more chapter.. loose ends.. if you see any let me know! So far I think I covered all the spoliers.. murder, marriage, jordan the fugitive.. the funeral will come next.. but I don't like JD so don't expect much...
anything else before I wrap it up?
