A/N I always thought it was weird peter and eddie had the same last name so here they're brothers. maybe that would explain why macy gave him a second chance. also.. if my czech is really bad.. sorry.. i think it's okay but it's been a looong time. Lori

Nigel's POV

He drummed his hands on the desk and looked at Santana again.

"It's nothing but circumstantial evidence and a mean motive." She told him in an irritated tone. "But it's enough."

He nodded looking away from her.

"You think she killed him don't you?" The woman asked quietly.

"That's ridiculous." Nigel said unconvincingly .

"No, you think she did it!" He shot a guilty look at Santana's whisper. "There is no physical evidence Nige."

"She's an ME!" He rolled his eyes and gave her an exasperated look.

"Yes she is." Matt Seely muttered wandering into the conference room. "And so are you, so lets figure this the hell out shall we?" Nigel rolled his eyes again. "Look, right now, over at the precinct? Winslow, Simmons and Walcott are all sitting around in a room just like this trying to prove she did it. He walked back to the door way. "Bug get in here! We have to figure out how to prove she didn't."

Bug begrudgingly made his way into the room. Nigel shot him a look. After Sydney's confession about the mob case he was worried.

"So." Matt looked at Santana who nodded. "We know we have to keep them away from Dr. Trumaine. What else?"

"I upped the security software on her computer to make it look like they have full access while hiding all her important files." Nigel told them.

"Nigel thinks she did it." Santana told Matt softly.

"She didn't." He shot him a look.

"How the hell do you know?" Bug quipped from behind him.

"I was at her interrogation." He snapped at him. "She didn't do it." He shook his head. "All they have is motive and proof she knew where he was and that she'd gone there."

"All?" Bug scoffed. "She was at the scene!"

"So were half a dozen other people!"

"How many of their boyfriends were shot by Riggs?" Nigel raised an eyebrow.

"Look Santana and I came here to help you guys clear her, but if you'd like to go across the street and make a statement, I think you'd be more helpful to Simmons." Matt yelled. "Does everyone here think she killed him?"

Nigel met Seely's gaze.

"I need proof. I need to go to the scene. I need to see the body." He told the detective.

"Metoo.Fine.And sorry, no way." Matt quipped. "They'll never let you near the body."

"What if we request someone?" Bug mumbled his question at Seely. "Someone Simmons wouldn't know, but we would. Someone Eddie Winslow trusts."

"Like?" Matt asked hopefully.

"His brother." Nigel finished, nodding slowly.

"Peter?" Santana surprised them.

"You know him?" She was nodding when Nigel asked the question.

"I.. um... dated him." She looked at the table.

"He's the only ME who both sides will go for." Bug told Matt.

"Peter's not an ME. He's a psychiatric intern." Santana shot him a quirky look. "He works in a rehabilitation facility."

"He was an ME." Nigel told her. "He was an ME here for a short time, before you both got here. It was too much for him. He left to work for Common Hope after about a year. He knows Jordan, and Woody. He'd be.. fair. Thorough."

Seely nodded, shooting another glance at Santana. She nodded too.

"Okay. Santana can call Peter Winslow."Matt blew air out from between his lips. "Nigel you and I can go to the scene. Bug?" He looked at his friend. "I need you and Lily to find me someone who had a better reason to kill Wayne Riggs than Jordan."

Nigel waited to see what his best friend would do, sighing in relief when he simply nodded.

Peter's POV

He never thought he'd be back here. Well, at least while he was still among the living. When Christina Santana had called he'd almost laughed her ear off right through the receiver. He might have if she wasn't so hot. But now, standing outside of the building he dreaded returning to, he was wondering if she was as hot as he remembered.

"Peter?" He turned around when he heard his name.

"Chris." Yup, she was as hot as he remembered. "How are you?"

"Good. You?" He nodded at her. "Common Hope still working out for you?"

"Yeah.. Yeah it is." Awkward much?

"Can I ride up with you?" She pointed towards the building. "I have a body."

Yes.. yes you do. Peter thought before she cocked her head towards the building.

"Oh.. um sure." He held the door open for the young detective. "I never thought I'd be back here."

"I never knew you worked here to begin with." Does she sound angry? Peter wondered.

"Yeah. For a while, while I was getting back on my feet." He muttered as they walked onto the elevator.

"About that?" She turned to him, he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "You changed meetings."

"Chris."

"I mean. You could have just not gone out with me again. You didn't need to change meetings"

"I know that."

"Someone said you're going to the 9:30 at Dillworth? It's working out okay? Cause I could have gone somewhere else if it was that awkward for you." She tumbled over her words and he felt like an ass. Why did she have to work for the 19th? Why couldn't she have worked someplace else? Not with his brother, not with the morgue gang... anywhere else.

"I'm fine Chris. It-. I'm really sorry." He mumbled out as she shrugged.

"Hey. It was just a couple of dates. No big deal, you don't have to like me, Pete." She looked away. He was going to say something profound about how he did like her. How it wasn't who she was that didn't work. It was who she knew. The doors opened to the elevator before he could. He froze as she got out. This was the last place Peter Winslow wanted to be. "You okay?"

His eyes clicked to her sweet face and he nodded. Willing his expressive eyes to return to there normal width.

"Yeah.. just a lot of history here." Allison dead. Elane dead. Almost dying. Relapsing.. History.

"Peter if you don't think you can do this.."

"Jordan and Woody need my help." He said firmly, walking out of the elevator. "I'm fine." He knew Santana knew about the 'stressful job' he'd had before Common Hope. He knew he'd talked about it at meetings. He'd just never known this was a part of her life too. "Where's the body?"

"Down here." He looked up to see his brother standing next to a stern faced Nigel.

"Eddie." Not who I expected. Peter groaned inwardly. All he needed to make this day perfect was for his big brother looking over his shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure we don't get involved." Nigel groaned. "Your brothers guarding your body."

"Oo. My body guard? Just like old times huh, Ed?" Maybe having him there wouldn't be horrible after all. It might even be comforting.

"Jak se máte, Kazimir?" (How are you, destructive one?) His brother mumbled to him in Czech. giving him a once over.

"Eddie stop it." Peter sighed. "Let me do my job." He followed Nigel to autopsy. Christina followed him.

"Meet Wayne Riggs cop killer." She said unceremoniously."Killed four cops. Shot Woody in the gut, with a high powered rifle. at point blank range."

"Sounds like a nice guy."

"Jít k jádru věci, Petr." (Let's get to the point, Pete) Eddie hissed at him.

"Nemluvím česky!" (I don't speak Czech!) Peter yelled at him, Eddie grinned at him.

"Sounds pretty good to me." He chuckled looking at Christina. Peter shot his brother an irritated glance and moved in front of the other detective, blocking Eddie's view.

"So. This was the job huh?" Christina said absently as Peter started trace on the body.

"Yeah." He said shooting her a quick smile. "Small world." There was an awkward silence.

"Polib mě" (Kiss me!) Eddie cried passionately before breaking into uncontrolled laugher. Peter shot him a deadly look. Santana grimaced between the two brothers.

"Do you mind?" Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm working." His brother smirked, he shot her an apologetic look.

"Does he always talk to you in Czech?" She asked warily.

"Only when he's trying to be annoying." He assured her.

"Chodíš s někým?" (Are you dating anyone?) Eddie batted his eye lashes at Santana.

"Můžete je policejní stanice počkat?"(Can you wait at the police station?) Peter moaned at Eddie.

"Stýská se mi po tobě." (I miss you) Eddie grinned.

"I've got it here detective. You can go." He looked at Nigel. "I won't let them touch anything."

"Jordan Chodit po tenkém ledě." (Jordan is on thin ice.) Eddie said grimly. "Mít někoho omotaného kolem prstu." (They are wrapped around her finger) He gestured from Nigel to Santana to the hall. "Everyone. I trust you Pete." He wandered away before making kissy faces at his brother behind Santana's back.

Peter waited, before sighing reluctantly and looking at Nigel then back to Christine.

"How can I help?" He said sheepishly, motioning Nige to the body.