Seely's POV

They lead him back in handcuffed, like he was a perp off of the street. Seely had actually gasped when he saw it.

"Simmons protested loudly for everyone to hear, but Renee had insisted." Santana announced leaning towards him.

"Get the Chief, then call Nigel." She ran off as Matt dialed internal affairs. Someone was already on their was over. He hadn't even set the phone back on his hip yet when it rang. He picked it up, moving towards the door and wandering out of his office.

"Seely?" It was Nigel.

"Are we okay?"

"Yeah, all is well. Tell Woodrow that Bug and I will be there to bail him out as soon as we can."

He nodded against the phone like Nigel could see it. Woody turned his head towards him, meeting the other detectives eyes with an expectant look.

Did he get her out?

Seely smiled slowly, continuing to nodding his head. Woody's eyes closed, his shoulders sagging in utter relief.

He watched the chief barge in with Santana on his heels. He snapped at Walcott that Woody was a good detective. Renee snapped back that he'd stopped being a good detective a year ago, holding up Woody's personnel file over her head like a torch.

Woody and Jordan's lawyer Kim was already there, getting in on the yelling when internal affairs showed up and ushered them all into a conference room.

"What the hell is he going to do?" Santana whispered slipping to his side.

"Nige is processing what he and Peter found on the body." Matt whispered. "It's his best chance."

"Is she okay?" The brunette lowered her voice to a low whisper as she asked. Matt looked at her surprised. "Come on I know you know.. is she okay?"

"She's fine. They got her out in time."

"Simmons' said Woody was unconscious at the scene and he demanded they take physical evidence from the wound on his face. To prove it was Jordan who hit him?"

"It'll create reasonable doubt. He can say he tried to bring her back, she lashed out. It's down right brilliant." Seely chuckled. "Nice bruise though, that girl's got a hell of a hook." Matt looked down at his feet bitting his lip in an overly nostalgic way.

"She's never coming back is she?"

"Stop, Luv." Nigel said gently coming up behind her. "She'd want us to focus on Woody." He held up the small envelope and nodded towards the conference room. "Kim said to bring ten thousand dollars in cash."

"Where in the hell did you get-?" Matt laughed, catching Nigel's bizarre expression. "You know what? Never mind."

"It's better that way, Mate." Nigel grinned.

"Come on let's get this taken care of." He put his hand on the Britt's shoulder and guided him down to the appropriate office.

Bug's POV

They'd gotten ten thousand dollars from Jordan's bank account. Well, Nigel had. Bug had simply watched sullenly from a chair. He watched Woody now through the glass now.

"Tell us again what happened Detective." Renee said icily. "Tell us what you told Detective Simmons." Woody looked at Kim who nodded.

"She called me." Bug watched how easily he lied. "I thought I could go to her. Use our relationship.." He shot a look at Simmons. "Our past relationship, to convince her to come back with me. We talked. I thought she was coming around. We started packing her bag.. I bent down to get something.. and she.. She knocked me out cold." He looked at the table Bug watched the look of guilt wash over him. He'd seen it before.

A year ago a year ago a year ago a year ago.

They hadn't come with the rest of the group, even in his semi-dazed state he'd noticed that.

Jordan and Woody had crept in after the crowd had cleared out. He'd also noticed her hand wrapped securely around his and how Hoyt looked like he'd shot someone's dog.

"Hey." Jordan had leaned in and touched her lips to the only non-inflamed part of his face. "How you doing?"

"Been better." He'd said honestly. "Heard you caught him." He looked at Woody, who smiled sheepishly and looked at Jordan.

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

"You don't have to thank me." Woody breathed looking at Bug with remorseful eyes. "It shouldn't ever have happened. I should have know better."

"Woody." Jordan said sweetly running her hand up his arm with her free one.

"Woody, we didn't know. We're not used to dump sites becoming active crime scenes. There were tons of people around.. we just weren't being as cautious as we should have been given the specifics of the case..."

"Hey. It's done. You're going to be fine." Jordan had pipped up moving between Woody and the bed. "It's done. No one meant for it to happen." She looked back at Hoyt. "It's done. He's going to be fine."

now now now now now now now now now

At the time he had noticed the look of fear, maybe even guilt. But now he realized that there had also been a look of responsibility on his face that he hadn't noticed until just now. Because he was seeing it again.

"My client had DNA evidence collected at the scene. It's a positive match for Dr. Cavanaugh. Se was the one who struck him. Detective Hoyt had no belongings with him suggesting that he was planning on staying longer than it took to convince Dr. Cavanaugh to return with him." He saw Woody smile at the table when she said that. Bug knew he'd taken belongings. He'd watched Nigel toss them into the bus. "It's my understanding bail has been set and it's being paid as we speak. My client is done here, Renee."

Walcott gave him a long once over.

"You're suspended of course, with out pay, pending an investigation. The officers from the scene of your arrest will be turning in your badge and firearm." He broke his gaze from the DA's face and looked at the table again, nodding.

Bug walked out of observation and met him at the door.

"Woody. Let me take you home with me." Lu Simmons was almost begging and Bug knew why.

"No I just want to go back to my apartment and be alone for a while." He said softly.

"But you should stay with someone.. You may have a concussion. You shouldn't be alone."

"What she means to say is she searched your apartment and it's a disaster area." Bug said dryly. Lu gave him a nasty look. "He's going home with Nigel."

"You searched my-?" He looked convinvcingly betrayed. Bug was starting to think he should have been an actor instead of a cop. "Why would you-?"

"I was worried. I had to find you I-."

"You had no right to-."

"She searched your desk too." Bug turned and looked at Seely. Matt shook his head. "Went on and on about how you were emotionally vulnerable."

"You searched my desk? My place?" She sputtered something towards him, but he cut her off. "Did you find anything Detective? Anything you needed to know about?"

"That's one way to put it." Santana said as she joined the group, pulling a small black box from her pocket."She found this, I had to pry it from her hands."

Woody took the box from her like it was the most precious thing in the world. Bug watched real emotion flash across his face for the first time tonight. He ran his fingers over the box before looking at Simmons.

"You had no right to-." He looked at the box and swallowed hard. "But I guess you know that now." He met her eyes.

"Woody she's a fugitive, she's going to cause you to loose your badge. She doesn't care about anything but saving her own ass. She knocked you unconscious for Christ's Sake!"

Woody's mouth twitched and he leaned in close to her.

"Did she?" He whispered breathlessly, watching the look of horror cross her features. "Are you sure?"

"I'm getting Walcott." She threatened after she had gathered her self together.

"Why?" Seely shrugged. "I didn't here anything." He looked at Santana. "Did you?"

"Nope." She smiled slyly and shook her head. "And I have excellent hearing."

"Bug?" Matt looked at him.

"Forensic evidence says it all for me.." He looked at Simmons slowly , slipping his eyes back to Woody. He watched Hoyt's eyes narrow as he caught something in Bug's gaze. Dr. Vijay dropped his eyes away. "Come on. You're staying at Nigel's." He turned his back on the group hearing Woody mumble thank yous and squelch one last desperate protest from Lu Simmons before following him away from the area.