Peter's POV

He closed his eyes in irritation before rubbing at them with the palms of his hands. He felt Christina's hand on his back, her thumb sliding towards his shoulder blade and back again. He held his breath until her hand fell away.

"Sorry. I was trying to help you calm down. Not stress you out more." She mumbled walking to the other side of the room. He watched her go, wishing he could tell her she was wrong.

"It's no big deal Chris." His voice sounded odd. Even to him. "I'm just trying to focus on the case."And not on your touch or how hot you look in those jeans. "I'm her last hope."

"Yeah." He watched her sink down into the chair. "No thanks to me."

"It wasn't your fault." He moaned slapping the file closed and shooting her an annoyed glance. How many times do we have to go through this!"

"If my testimony is what gets her-." She began.

"Christina, you told the truth." He interrupted. "You did what you were supposed to do."

"No one else spoke. They just all took the fifth."

"You couldn't plead the fifth. You didn't do anything illegal. You can only plead the fifth if you did something illegal. You can't refuse to answer on the grounds that you might incriminate yourself if you haven't done anything incriminating!"

"Everyone else put their names and careers on the line and I sung like a-."

"Stop."

"Seely and Woody have been suspended. Sydney and Nigel are being investigated. Bug's reputation is ruined and Macy's planning on resigning.. I'm in the clear. It's not fair." She huffed.

"So you want your life to be as ruined as everyone else's?" He grimaced at her, she rolled her eyes. "Christina you are the only one who believes in her left with any credibility."

"No. There's you."

"I haven't had credibility in this part of Boston for a long time." He said sadly.

"You have it with Macy. He was more than thankful you decided to come back. Even if it's only temporary." He nodded, flipping the file back open and starring at the results he'd all but memorized. "It's nice.. working with you."

He didn't say anything, just pressed his lips together and starred at the autopsy report. He heard her make her way towards the door.

What the hell are you doing Winslow? You have a wonderfully sweet and amazingly hot girl repeatedly dropping signals. Pick one up.

"Chris?" He flipped his eyes up to her. "It is." She turned back towards him with a confused expression. "Nice."

He watched the slow grin spread across her face as she turned slowly and walked back down the hall. He was still looking at the door way when Nigel rushed in.

"No no no no." Peter groaned. "We've been through this! You cannot be here."

"It's my morgue. Actually you're sitting at my desk." The Brit told him craning his neck to see the file. Peter closed it.

"It's not your morgue. It's the city of Boston's morgue and you are on a leave of absence. And if I let you anywhere near this case I will be on a leave of absence.."

"I want to know about my finger prints."

"...and no one will be here to process your .."

"They are all possible suspects Peter. . All..."

"Twenty six finger prints.." The two men said in unison.

"I'm on it." Peter sighed tiredly. "They didn't pop local. I'm running them through interpol.

"Why are you at my desk?" Nigel asked in annoyance.

"Because I don't have one and you're not using yours." He told him before adding the real reason. "Macy said I could use Jordan's but it creped me out. I kept thinking she was going to walk int and kick my ass for touching her stuff."

Nigel was quiet for a minute and Peter could almost read his thoughts by the look on his face. If only.

"So. You and Santana?"

"No.

"Why the bloody hell not?" He asked hotly.

"Eddie set us up. We went out twice. It did work out, but she's a very nice person."

"I've seen you look at her Mate. It worked out."

"It's complicated." I'd ruin her life, I'd expose her. Besides she knows you.. all of you. "I should have never let there be a second date."

"Too bad. She's fallen hard for you."

"She'll get over it." Peter growled pushing away from the desk and walking back to trace. "I'm going to check the results. You should leave before Walcott finds you here."

Sydney's POV.

They'd suspended his license, he'd stood up slowly and moved away from the comity like they were a bunch of rattle snakes ready to uncoil.

His lawyer shook her head sympathetically. He'd known. From the moment he'd began telling his story he'd known. He watched Woody testify on his behalf, talking about how they hadn't given him a choice. That they had been the ones that had done wrong. He reminded the board that Jordan had outranked him quiet a bit and that he couldn't rightly argue with her. He hadn't falsified any documents. (He'd left that job to them.) But he had pocketed evidence. It had come down to that. The moment he pulled Woody's bloody fingerprint from the file and put it in his lab coat as Jordan ran out the door, that moment was why he was suspended.

It was however one of the millions of reasons that Detective Woody Hoyt's suspension was removed from 'pending investigation' to 'indefinite'.

Sydney felt sorry for him. He didn't blame him like Bug had initially wanted him too. He knew he had a choice every time. He could have gone over there heads. He could have refused to remain silent. He could have simply done his job.

In the end it hadn't been Jordan that ruined him. It had been his actions since the shooting. Lu Simmons' had of course been the one that had spoken against him. She talked about Woody's temper in detail and how he would frequently drop everything and rush to Jordan's aide. Admitting to their affair and quickly earning a suspension of her own for ethical violations. That didn't stop her from being a detective though. It hadn't even gotten her removed from the case.

After much deliberation it had been AD Brandea that had made the final decision. Deciding that switching detectives in the middle of an investigation would look worse to the jury than there short affair. It had not gone over well with Lily who had barged out of the conference room and out of the station.

Sydney was walking back towards Nigel's apartment when Woody's car pulled up along side him.

"Hey. Wanna ride?"

"I'm not supposed to get in the car with shady criminals." He teased climbing into the car.

"Yeah well. I'm not supposed to pick up out of work ME's either." He looked at Woody who was starring at the road. "I'm really sorry about all of this."

"Woody come on, we've been through this."

"Yeah we have and I get that it was your choice, but you chose it for me and Jordan." He glanced at him and then back to the road. "Where are we going?"

"Nigel's. I'm getting my stuff and heading home."

"Cambridge?"

"Not until my sixty days are up." He sighed. "Until then I'm going to see my sister. She just had a baby. It'll keep me busy."

"Yeah." Sydney knew he was trying not to apologize again.

"It'll be like vacation. Hey, you guys did me a favor." Woody was smiling.

"I told Jordan that our little escape was probably the only vacation I'd ever get her to go on." Sydney watched the smile fade.

"What are you going to do now? I mean if you guys can't prove she didn't kill him?"

"Then I'm going home." He said softly the smile returning to his features.