Sydney's POV

Some mornings he thought that leaving the Boston Morgue was a bad idea, today was not one of those mornings.

He was standing in his new office in Cambridge when the call came in. When his secretary popped into his office he had looked up, expecting a field call.

A field call here was a car accident, or a little old lady who died at the beauty solon. It wasn't a bloody burnt corps, or dead cops, or a body found in the back of a UPS truck. This was not Boston.

"Doctor?"

"Hillary call me Sydney please." They went through this everyday.

"Sure. Doctor?" He rolled his eyes. "There's a Boston homicide detective on the phone and he wants to speak with you. He says it's an emergency."

Sydney's complexion must have yellowed, because Hillary's face screwed into a puzzled expression.

"Okay." He nodded walking towards her and closing the door.

It couldn't be? He watched the news, he knew about Riggs. He knew Woody and Jordan were on the run.

He also knew that he had a lot more information about the aftermath of Woody's shooting than any of the others.

He knew something wasn't right.

Maybe that's why Woody was calling to make sure he kept the collection of evidence he and Jordan had buried.. buried.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Trumaine?" Very defiantly not Woody.

"Seely?" Not who he expected. He was suddenly holding his breath. They know thatI know.

"How much do you know?" Matt said in an almost psychic way.

"About Woody and Jordan?" Play dumb. Lay low.

"Yeah." The tone of Seely's voice added 'you idiot.'

"I'm not sure what you mean." Dumb, dumb, dumb.

"There's a detective here, some girl Hoyt got mixed up with. She wants to call you back for questioning." Oh shit.

"Questioning?" I'm going to loose my license. "I don't understand."

"Sydney. I'm going to tell you this, but I'm hoping you don't believe me. I'm on there side." He whispered. "Whatever you know, it's bad isn't it?"

"I don't believe you." If anyone was going to 'play good' cop to trap him, it was Seely.

"Good. Then you are on there side." Seely chuckled. "And it is bad, huh?" Sydney didn't answer, just let out a heavy sigh. This was why most mornings he didn't miss Boston. "Don't say anything. I'm going to try to cut this off at the source. I'm going to go to Walcott myself."

"Seely?" Sydney shook his head in confusion.

"Doc?" He sounded tired.

"When did you become one of the good guys?"

"Hey! Don't let it get around. I have a bad ass reputation to protect." He chuckled, hanging up the phone.

"Hillary?" The girl stuck her head back into the office. "Call Dr. Martian, I'm going to need to take him up on his offer to fill in. I need to go to Boston."

Bug's POV

"Bug." Sydney caught up with him outside of trace. To say he was surprised to see him would be an understatement.

"What are you doing here?" Bug sneered. "Don't tell me you're Jordan's replacement!"

"I need your help." The man's face was blank.

"What?" Bug's tone dropped to it's usual annoyed tone.

"It's about Woody and Jordan. I know things" Bug was about to question him on that statement until he realized what he meant. He'd helped Jordan on the case that lead them to Riggs. "I need your help."

Bug pulled him into Lily's office and shut the door.

"You know things?"

"I know things." He said again, nodding slowly.

"About Riggs?" Sydney nodded. "I have to get Nigel." Sydney nodded again, sitting down in Lily's chair. Bug threw the office door open and bellowed down the hall towards trace. "Nigel!"

The Brit's annoyed face poked out of the room.

"Would it have bloody killed you to walk back in and-?" Bug pulled him into the room and pointed at Sydney.

"He knows things." Bug told him letting his head bob back towards the ceiling.

"You have evidence against them?" Nigel's face paled even more as Sydney nodded.

"Jordan found a print on the body that we thought at first was Riggs."

"It was Woody's?" Nigel guessed, exhaling loudly into the room. Sydney nodded.

"Woody went after Riggs. Jordan went after Woody." He said softly. "I put the fingerprint in my pocket. No one asked, I never told."

"It doesn't prove anything." Bug said quickly, looking at Nigel.

"Except that they'll cover for each other. It says they'll go above the law, it's as good as a wrap sheet." Nigel sighed. "It's a pattern of vengeance."

"There's more." Sydney put his face in his hands and took a deep breath. "I've covered for them before."

"Bloody hell." Nigel muttered. Bug sat on the edge of Lily's desk.

"Woody's brother was involved somehow in the mob thing." Sydney looked at them, his eyes slipping to Bug. A faint look of betrayal flickered across his always stoic face.

"What?" His voice slipped out from his lips as he stood back up. Nigel looked horrified.

"I'm not sure what went down, or how Jordan got involved. I just know that Woody found out and he never turned him in. Jordan never said a word. I pocketed the phone records. No one ever asked so-."

"Holy Hell." Bug mumbled sitting down on Lily's couch.

"Then there's Cahill case. Woody lied in his reports. The-."

"Stop! Just-." Bug watched Nigel put up his hands before pressing one into his eye. "Sweet Jesus! How in the hell are we going to get them out of-."

"We're not." Bug said firmly. "They can't come back. They can't ever come back. There's no way to clear them."