Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Crossing Jordan.
A/N: Thanks again to WIWJ for helping me write this chapter.
Making Amends
Chapter 10 – With or Without You
"Let's start a profile," Woody suggested as he moved Seely back into the conference room.
"Good idea!" Seely muttered opening the file he was holding. "Let's see here, kills psychologists. Um hum, same dumping spot. Oh Hey! Wow! Look at this! End of profile."
He gave Woody a smug look and Woody rolled his eyes in response, as he slapped the file shut and stuck both pictures up on the board. "You don't perhaps see any other similarities Seely?" he huffed gesturing to the photos he'd just put up.
"Well they do kind of look alike."
"There you go. They have the same hair and eye color. They're also similar in age." He was getting excited now. Seely couldn't help but smirk at him.
"Can I ask what good is this really going to do?"
"Because if we figure out what the killer is looking for, we'll figure out why," Jordan told him making her way into the room and standing next to Woody by the board.
"Huh?" Seely looked at her.
"Serial murderers often use patterns. In this case we have victims that look almost identical, close in age and have the same job..." Woody coaxed. "Were you sick that day at detective school?"
"Detective school?" Seely grimaced.
"What we have leads us to conclude the victims are a replacement for someone else. Revenge killings maybe." Jordan looked at Woody who nodded seriously.
"What? Is she the damn profiler now or what? Hoyt we need to get out on the street and start collecting information on this guy…"
"Girl," Jordan added absently. "Your killer is a woman."
"How do you know?" Seely asked looking slightly perplexed.
"If you recall from victim #1, you found that lip gloss mark on his forehead. Well the same one is on victim #2. You also found that hair on #1. I found hair on #2. The DNA from the hair and from the saliva from the lip gloss all came from the same person. A female person. Now boys, just find me a match and we'll have our killer." She held out the report expectantly.
"So now we…" Seely began, feeling quite overwhelmed.
"Research? Network? Collect data? Sick a lot in Detective school?" Woody asked with a smile.
"You know what Hoyt? I change my mind. You can have the case."
"Funny Seely, funny. Too bad, we're stuck in this together, until the bitter end."
"Here you go, Woody," Nigel said carrying a box full of files into the room.
"What are those?" Seely asked, looking frightened.
"Unsolved cases that match the description of your victims," Jordan said giving Seely a mischievous glare. "This is only a small percentage."
As if on cue, Lily appeared and thumped another box down on the table.
"We have to sort through and eliminate a lot of these cases," Woody said gleefully as he patted the chair next to the boxes.
"Note to self," Seely grumbled, slipping into it and pulling the first file off of the pile. "Stab self with pencil."
"I just got off the phone with Dr. Keets' next of kin. They've agreed to let us exhume his body. They said they'll do anything to put his killer behind bars," Lily explained.
"Well I hope we can do it," Jordan said with a sigh. She looked at Woody. "We haven't done one of these in a while."
"Jordan you know how I always tell you, you're not a cop and to stop doing my job?" Seely asked.
"Yup."
"Today? Go right a head, do my job." He shook his head towards the box. "I'd rather cut up stiffs."
"You know what Matt, they say I'm not really the law enforcement type, something about a personality problem. I'm too unpredictable. Blah, blah, blah." She waved her hand in front of her face and Woody snickered. "I'd be more than happy to set you up in autopsy though."
"Matt I think there is a burn victim in trace if you're interested," Nigel offered with a grin.
"No need to make me vomit," he muttered as he opened the file in front of him.
"Oh come on, Detective," Lily said seductively, leaning over the table towards him. "How do you know your life's passion isn't cutting open the dead?"
"Yeah, probably not."
"You sure you don't want to give it a go?" Woody gestured to the door.
"Look who's talking!" Lily laughed. "You could barely walk into autopsy when you first got here!"
"I've grown," Woody said holding his hand to his chest like he was wounded.
"Got something!" Jordan shouted holding up the file she was thumbing through. "Lip gloss." She handed the file to Seely. "It was Roz's case. Wanna go get report from her?"
The grin on Seely's face at being released from box duty made Jordan smile.
"I could kiss you right now," he muttered.
"Hey, hey. Back off hot shot!" Woody's eyebrows met his hairline with a smirk. "New rule: I do all the kissing. I'll kiss her for you."
"In that case I could kiss Nigel right now too," Seely laughed.
"Oh yeah, amendment to the rule: It only applies to Jordan."
"You better stick to that too Farmboy or you'll find yourself on a slab in my morgue with Seely doing your autopsy."
"Is that a threat Cavanaugh?" He asked as he moved closer towards her, leaning inches away from her face.
"Excuse me, we're trying to work here," Seely said jokingly. "No making out in the conference room."
"Ever?" Lily asked innocently, distracting Seely from his teasing. Woody took this moment and planted a sweet kiss on Jordan's lips. She pulled her face to his and kissed him back.
"Oh Guys?" Garret said flatly. "When I said it wasn't the Bold and the Beautiful set? What I really meant was, IT'S NOT THE FREAKING SET OF THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL."
"Hey Gar, what's up?" Jordan said as she pulled her mouth away from a slightly stunned Woody. He frowned at her before tilting his head towards Garret.
"Jordan?" He motioned to Woody then back to her.
"You started it. What can I say? You locked us in here and now, you've created a monster." She grinned at him.
"Not on company time." He decided running his hands across his face.
"No sex while on the clock." Jordan nodded. "Got it."
Woody couldn't help but grin at her. This making amends was going even better than he'd hoped.
"So… does that means... we can have sex off the clock?" He whispered to her urgently. She shot him a deadly glance. Oops. Too far, this morning she wasn't even talking to him and now he expected her to...
"I'm leaving at six," she said absently picking up a small stack of files and moving out the door. She shot him a promising glance. "With or without you." Woody watched her go before shooting a look at his watch and then back at the other detective.
"We're burning daylight here Seely!" He quipped quickly. "Lets make a dent in these."
"I was going over to talk to…" he protested holding up Framus' case.
"Later." He pointed at the box. "Sooner we get through those? Sooner I go home." He raised his eyebrows with a smile.
"Son of … Let's pass the case onto the new girl. You know she's just itching for it."
"Let's just solve it before we have another dead psychologist on our hands."
"Hey what about Lu? You think she's at risk?"
"Nah," Woody said with a dismissive shrug.
"Isn't she a psychologist?" Matt asked pointedly, watching Woody focus on his file.
"Yeah but not a very good one."
