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Woody's Plan

The three of them squished into the front seat of the van. Jordan kept up a steady stream of tears all the way there. And as long as Jordan was crying, Woody was there, with a shoulder and Kleenex. The first phase of his plan was to get Jordan comfortable with everyone again. And that meant taking her to the morgue.

The three of them walked into the morgue one after the other, Nigel pushing the body. Lily was first to notice.

"Jordan!" she screamed really high pitched. "Sorry, gotta go!" she said into the phone she was holding, slamming it down. She rushed forward to give Jordan a hug.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" Jordan said, confused. The tense moment was broken by Bug's chair crashing into the hall wall across from his office door. He had scooted it backwards quickly, banging it into the wall.

"Oh, that bad?" Lily said sadly, looking at Woody. He nodded sadly. Lily sighed and went back to her office. Woody steered Jordan into the conference room.

"Need anything?" he asked.

"Just to know what's going on here." Jordan said quietly.

"I know it's tough, but you're tough too, Jo. We can help you make it through." Woody said sympathetically. "I'm going to go get the grief counselor. It's standard." She nodded as he went to hunt down Lily, maybe she knew how to handle a case like this, 'cause he sure didn't.

"Guys, I don't think I can do this." Lily complained in Trace with Nigel and Bug.

"Lils, we have faith in you. You can and you will. You're the best person for the job." Bug said, starting to snap pictures.

"It's our Jordan, and she doesn't even know it."

"Yes, but her boyfriend just died, and she knows that." Woody said, startling them. Lily sullenly followed him into the conference room.

"Lily Lebowski, resident grief counselor. Tina Tracy, deceased's girlfriend." Woody introduced the two.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Popular words in Lily's line of work.

Jordan nodded. "You know me, don't you?"

"That…" Lily's voice cracked. "That doesn't matter right now."

Jordan looked out the window. Tears were visible in her eyes.

"So, you were dating Michael Demers?" Jordan nodded. "For how long?"

"About a year and a half."

"And you lived in L.A.?" Again Jordan nodded. "Do you have any family there?" Lily continued asking, even though she knew most of the answers.

"No, I don't. I haven't had any contact with any of my family in almost three years."

"It says here that you suffered amnesia. Is that true?"

"Ya, two years ago. Before you ask, I don't remember anything before that."

"Alright. Do you mind telling me what happened today?" Lily questioned in her soft voice.

"Mike and I were in Boston on vacation. It was my idea to come. This morning, we were walking along, and this detective here, mistook me for someone else. A missing friend of his. Who everyone seems to think I am." Jordan's voice was emotionless. She continued. "Later in the day, we had just decided on a spot for lunch. A man, about 5'9" and wearing a mask, stepped in front of us. He said something, directed to me. 'Die bitch'. And he shot. Mike pushed me out of the way, but was hit square in the chest. Before the shooter ran away, he took another shot at me. It went straight threw my arm. Not long after, some cops and medics showed up, and then the detective and his also delusional ME arrived at the scene."

"Do you know why anyone would want to hurt you?" Lily calmly said.

"No." Jordan said firmly. "Unless… no. I am who I think I am. No hidden past." She said to herself.

"Is there anything else you want to get off of your chest, before I contact Michael's parents?"

"Can you find out why everyone thinks I'm Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh?"

"You look like her, and you act like her." Lily could feel tears fighting in her own eyes. But she was not allowed to cry in her line of work. She had a job to do. "Are you going to hang around the morgue for a bit longer, or are you going to head back to your hotel?"

"Actually, I'd like to stay here. I'll be informed quicker here. And it's really calming here." Lily told her where to find her if she needed her, and where to get a drink if she wanted one. Lily went to her office and called up Demers' parents. It was a routine 'I'm sorry to inform you that your son has been killed' phone call. Nothing out of the ordinary. When she was done, she saw Nigel doing the autopsy and Bug checking tox screens.

"Hey Bug." She said as she flopped down into a chair. "That was hard. She wants to know why everyone thinks she's her."

"We could convince her if we did fingerprints or DNA." Bug suggested with a shrug.

"But it's Jordan. It would take more than that to convince Jordan, wouldn't it?"

"Well, it would be a start. Nothing at all unusual in Mr. Demers. Why was someone after Jordan?" he asked, changing the subject multiple times in one breath.

"You want me to go get prints." Lily guessed.

"Ya, and bring her by for a visit." Lily went back to the conference room. Jordan had gotten herself a soda and was staring out the window onto Boston.

"Ms. Tracy?" Lily asked softly. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind us running a fingerprint analyses on you."

"That would be fine." Jordan said as she turned around.

"Follow me please." Lily led her to Bug.

"Hi, I'm Dr. MaheshVijayaraghavensatyanaryanamurthy." He greeted, shaking her hand.

"Tina Tracy." She said, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into.

Bug took her prints and ran them through the system. Of course, it was 'Jordan Cavanaugh' that came up.

"That's you." He said, pointing to the screen.

"I think there was a mistake. How many points of commonality did you check for?" Jordan asked forcefully.

"Eighteen, as always. That is most defiantly you." Bug replied in the same voice.

"I believe you are mistaken, Dr. Vijayaraghavensatyanaryanamurthy." She said getting louder with each word, and articulating every syllable in Bug's last name.

"My computer does not lie. And, if you didn't know any of us, how could you possibly have just pronounced my last name perfectly? " he rose his voice to the same level as hers.

"I worked at a call centre."

"How did you know about points of commonality in a fingerprint?"

"I can't explain that." Jordan said, her voice suddenly dropping to just above a whisper. As she hastily wiped away a tear that was falling down her cheek. "If you don't need me for anything else, I'm going back to my hotel." She grabbed a paper and pen out of her bag, clumsily trying to tear off a piece of her notepad with her un-slung arm. When she did, she wrote down the name and address of her hotel and gave it to Bug before making a grand exit.

Nigel walked into the room, looking between Lily and Bug and the storming-away Jordan. He let out a long, slow whistle.

"I'm assuming that was a fiasco."


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