A/N: Oh my gosh, so many people reviewed to the first chapter! You guys rock and this is just for you!


The Street Corner

Woody was walking from his car to his office when it happened. He saw her. She was on the street corner opposite him. Her hair was down, and as beautiful as ever. She was holding a man's hand, and talking and smiling at him. Woody's shock was mixed with his usual jealousy of seeing her with another man. And also confusion. If she were in Boston, why hadn't she tried to get a hold of one of them? Why hadn't she come around sooner? Who was that man she was with? When the light said they could walk, they both walked to the same corner.

"Jordan!" he called out when she was nearby. She stopped and looked at him. Everybody did. It was most defiantly Jordan, but why didn't she acknowledge that she knew him? He hadn't changed that much in two years, had he? Realizing it was hopeless, he blushed and walked away. "Never mind." He muttered in disgust.

Woody walked the rest of the way to work with his head down. He was confused. After he went to his office to find he didn't have any real work to do, he was still confused, so he decided to go to the one place where they could make sense of anything. The morgue. He found Bug and Nigel ogling over a new piece of equipment.

"What brings you here, Detective Hoyt?" Nigel asked when he noticed Woody.

"I saw Jordan today." He answered simply.

"Are you sure? Where was she? How was she?" Bug questioned.

" Yes, I swear it was her. Just down the street on my way to work. She looked fine, but I don't know."

"What do you mean , you don't know?" asked Bug impatiently.

"I don't think she recognized me." Woody plunged into the story, finishing with a very disheartened, "I just don't get it."

Lily walked by at that very moment, and seeing all of them gathered around, looking solemn, she went in. "What's up?"

"Woodrow's been hallucinating." Nigel informed her.

"I have not! I swear to God I saw her!" Woody exclaimed.

"Saw who?" asked Lily, grabbing a chair for herself.

"Jordan." Bug, Nigel, and Woody said simultaneously.

"What?" Lily practically screamed. Woody re-told his story. "You're not kidding, are you, Woody?" she said when he was done, tears shining in her eyes. Woody shook his head. "What are we going to do, guys?"

"The best we can do. If we see her, try to talk to her." Bug said, putting a comforting arm around Lily's shoulders. Just then, Woody's cell phone rang.

"Hoyt." He took a notepad out of his pocket and wrote down an address. "Ok. Yup. I'll be there soon." He flipped his phone shut. "Who wants a case?"

Nigel and Bug exchanged looks, then played 'Rock, Paper, Scissors'. Bug threw a rock, crushing Nigel's scissors. "Fine, I'll go." Said Nigel dejectedly.

Nigel and Woody drove the ME's van to the street dispatch had given Woody. There were already about six police officers, an ambulance, and a body sprawled across the sidewalk, covered in crimson. An officer came over to talk with Woody and Nigel as Nigel started checking body temperature and taking pictures. "Michael Demers, 41, vacationing from L.A. with his girlfriend. Shot by a masked man, who ran away before we could get to him."

"What about the girlfriend?" Woody asked.

"Ambulance, getting tended to. She got shot in the arm."

"Name?" Nigel asked, finishing up the last of the crime scene photos.

"Say's she's Tina Tracy."

"Says?" Woody questioned, confused.

"See for yourself." Woody shot Nigel a nervous glance before they walked to the rear open doors of the ambulance. There sat a woman with dark brown hair, getting her right arm bandaged.

Nigel let out a gasp. "Jordan?"

"Oh, I thought you said your name was Nick." She said sweetly to the paramedic. He shook his head quickly. He knew the story, and he had knew her. Everyone did and had.

"Umm," he said uncomfortably, "maybe you should just listen to these two."

"You are Jordan." Nigel said, pointing at her.

"Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh, from the Boston Medical Examiner's office." Woody added, in the same tone he always used when introducing her.

"I think you're mistaken. I'm not Jordan. Jordan is a guy's name, and my name is Tina. And I'm defiantly not an ME. Are you mocking me because I've just been through a traumatic ordeal, or is this how you treat all of your victims loved ones in Boston?" Jordan snapped, clearly under stress.

"It's the truth. Whether you want to believe all of Boston or not, you are our Jordan. Now, can you please tell us what happened?" Woody said forcefully.

"We were just walking along, and a man stepped out of the crowd, said 'die bitch', and shot. Mike pushed me out of the way. He got it right in the chest. When the man shot again, it went straight through my arm. Before I realized what had happened, Mike was dead and the man was gone." Jordan finished, starting to cry.

"I'm sorry for your lost, Ms. Tracy. Do you remember anything about he man, or what his gun looked like?" Woody questioned, trying to put out of his mind that he was talking to Jordan as if she were a stranger.

"The gun was a .22. The man was about 5'9", dark-skinned, judging by his hands. He had a bit of a Middle-Eastern accent. And he shot with his left hand." Jordan said, struggling to remember.

"Ok, thanks, but you'll have to come uptown later, to file a formal report." Woody continued.

"Can't I just get it over with now? I don't have anyone I know in Boston," Woody's heart ached at these words. "and I'm not really looking forward to calling Mike's family."

"That would be fine, but you'll have to wait until I'm finished the preliminary autopsy." Nigel said uncomfortably. Jordan gave a silent nod and Nigel went back to the body. After a while, she turned to Woody, who had been watching her uneasily.

"Detective Hoyt, right?"

"Call me Woody." He answered automatically.

"Alright Woody. Why do you think I'm this 'Jordan' one?"

Woody shifted weight, thinking of a way to put it. "Well… we used to work together a lot on cases. Jordan and I. But one time, she got in to deep. Got some kidnappers upset, and they took her from us."

"That's terrible. Hey, didn't I see you shouting earlier today?"

"That was me." He confirmed. "Now, if you just tell me you remember everything that ever happened before two ago, I can go back to praying that someday Jordan'll come back."

"I'm sorry. I suffered Amnesia nearly two years ago. It took me quite a while to recover."

"What happened?"

"Oh, I just got into a car accident. Blunt force trauma to the skull. They thought I wouldn't make it, but I did."

"So they took you all the way to L.A. when they got you, didn't they?" Woody said, almost to himself. "Does anyone actually remember your accident?" Jordan blushed when she shook her head 'no'. "I didn't think so." He said sadly.

"Woody, are we ready to take the lady uptown?" Nigel said after he loaded the body into the van.

"Sure. Nige, when was the morgue last remodeled?" Woody asked.

"I'd say about seven years ago. Are you up to something Woodrow?" Woody grabbed Nigel by the elbow and pulled him out of Jordan's earshot.

"I have a plan."


A/N: Yey! It's done. I would have kept it dark and mysterious, but then it would have been hard to have Bug and Nigel playing 'Rock, paper, scissors'.

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