Woody's POV

"I wish I had better news Woody." He clutched the phone in his grasp, leaning his head back against the wall.

"Oh Danny please don't tell me that." Hoyt moaned, rolling his eyes at the ceiling.

"I believe her Woody I really do but..."

"I know. I know." He breathed.

"Who ever did this Job did it amazingly well." Woody nodded to the empty room. He knew. He'd racked his brain trying to figure out who. "They knew Jordan. Well."

Woody had gone through the list of usual suspects, James, the Albanian Mob, past cases of hers gone horribly wrong, past cases of his gone terribly wrong...

"Woody she's safe where she is?" Danny pleaded. "Say the word and I'll help you move her."

"She's safe. Nigel has people keeping an eye on her."

"Hoyt if you need a job.." Woody couldn't help but smile.

"I will.. but..."

"Vegas is a big place. Lots of people." Danny paused. "They've already been here. Questioned all of us.. I don't think they'll be back."

"Danny I'm not sure that.. I'm not sure. I can't make any decisions.." He ran his hand over his face.

"I understand." Danny said honestly. "I just wanted you to know you had options."

"Thanks.. I'll.. I keep them under consideration. Thanks for everything." He listened to Danny mutter goodbye and hung up. He stretched his legs up onto the couch, letting his eyes fall on the large round window, to her desk, to the bookshelf. It smelled so much like her in here it hurt, but it hurt worse not to be here. He looked at her desk again. Lily had left him dinner while he was on the phone. He hadn't even heard her come in.

If it weren't for Lily and the others he'd have starved to death by now. Leaving this room had become a chore. Besides staggering across the hall to the locker room to shower and change he'd taken root.

He looked at the picture on her desk of them in LA, tracing his finger across the frame. He rubbed his palm across his eyes and tried to keep back the tears. This had to stop. He couldn't live in the Morgue forever. His career was over. His reasons for staying in Boston were over. Maybe he should take Danny up on the offer? Maybe it was time to throw in the towel and go home. He looked at the picture again.

Home.

Nigel's POV

He heard the door to her office fly open and then slam closed. He'd been waiting for this. Peter looked up at him with wide eyes and Nigel cocked his head towards the door. After Peter was out of the room he reached into his desk and pulled out the small envelope.

"Nige?" Woody dropped into the visiting chair, Nigel met the mans red eyes. "I.." He swallowed hard. "You'll keep trying to clear her?"

"I'll never stop trying, Woodrow."

"I can't keep doing this. Being here is too hard." Nigel knew that. It was etched into every line on Hoyt's face. "I want to go home." Dr. Townsend pushed the envelope towards him.

"Your flight to Wisconsin leaves tomorrow morning, Mate." He told him ignoring Woody's shocked expression. "I was going to sedate you and put a stamp on your head to get you there if you didn't go willingly."

"Thanks." He clutched the envelope in his hands for a minute. "If there was anything else to do-. I'd.."

"She knows that Woodrow." He told his friend.

"I miss her." He admitted. "I can't do this with out her. I tried.."

"For longer than most of us would have thought possible." Nigel told him nodding his head.

"I failed her." He never took his eyes off the envelope.

"No." Nigel shook his head. "Don't do that, Mate. Go. Get ready to go home." Woody nodded. "Call me when you get to Wisconsin."

Peter pushed the door back open as Hoyt made his way out the door.

"He's leaving the building?" Peter's eyebrows hit his hairline.

"He's leaving all together."

"He's giving up?"

"What the bloody hell did you expect him to do? Stop living?"

"Well... yeah." Peter said honestly. "I never thought he'd give up on happily ever after with Jordan."

"Like you've given up on it with Santana?" Nigel asked.

"It's complicated." Peter moaned in protest.

"Yeah. Because Woody and Jordan are bloody easy"

"I could hurt her career." He said softly.

"Woody and Jordan's careers are in ruin. Do you think they'd trade it?" Nigel waited for his point to sink in. "Do you think he'd trade his feelings for Jordan for his badge back?"

The Britt watched the wheels turn, smiling in satisfaction when Peter looked up in determined alarm.

"I need to go."

"Yeah." He smirked looking back down at the report in his hands.