Nearly a full week had passed since Paula Andreas and Lorna O'Neil had been murdered. Jordan and Nigel had gone over the bodies with painstaking care. The blood samples from both victims matched, but Nigel couldn't find any matches in any databases. Both women were strangled and both were arranged in the same manner. Both were found within hours of the deaths. But they could not find anything that connected the two beyond their deaths.

And now, a day later Jordan lay on the lounger in her office, pouring over autopsy reports and looking for any detail that they could have missed. Her eyes read the text for what seemed like the fiftieth time. She was sure that the missing piece, the one thing that linked them had to do with the bizarre notes. But off course the Boston P.D. had those. And Woody had said that they hadn't found anything. Frustrated, she laid the reports on her lap and closed her eyes trying to think.

She thought about everything that she and Nigel had gone over. Nigel had figured out the brand of rope used to kill the two women, but it was sold in nearly 200 local hardware or gardening stores in the greater Boston area. They had tried contacting all of them, but it turned up nothing so far. Woody still couldn't find any next of kin for Paula Andreas and that was putting a major kink in the investigation. Jordan was actually feeling bad for Woody. She felt as though she was doing more damage than good. She had tried every angle that she could think of and couldn't find much in the way of evidence for him to work with.

Jordan was so deep in thought that she almost didn't realize that someone had appeared in her office. Not just someone, but Woody. She could smell the cologne that he liked to wear.

The stuff that he had once said wore off on her. Though she would never admit it to him, she had become fond of it on him. She could sense him bend down next to the lounger, watching her. She debated for a moment if she should let him think that she was asleep, but he answered for her. He leaned into her ear, his warm breath grazing her skin. She caught herself holding her breath.

"Jordan, time to get of bed and get dressed." He whispered playfully. Jordan suddenly remembered waking him up in a similar way once in his office while working on one of their first cases together. She decided to beat him at his own game. With her eyes still closed she smiled slyly.

"Mmm, do we have to Woody?" She heard him stand up so suddenly that he nearly fell over her desk. Jordan opened her eyes laughing at him. "You should know better than to trying playing with me like that, detective."

"Jordan. I...I uh, thought you were asleep." He said trying to clear his throat. He righted himself up as Jordan sat up and walked over to him.

"So you thought that you would wake me up, huh? How good of you." Woody just responded with a grin. She like seeing him like this, playful and relaxed. But as much as she hated to admit it, she missed had missed the light banter that they once shared regularly.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. You just looked like . . . well, I thought you could use a wake up call." Flustered, Woody could feel the room starting to get a little warm.

"That's not a wake up call, Farm Boy." Jordan said with her warm eyes shining. "One of these days I'll show you a real wake up call." Woody tilted his head down toward, their faces only inches apart.

"Is that a promise?" He asked holding her gaze. For a moment neither of them moved. It quickly became almost too close for Jordan's comfort, but she wasn't about to let him win this little game. This was the time to fight fie with fire.

"What do you think?" Her voice was so low that it was almost a whisper. Woody inhaled sharply and held his breath. Jordan instantly wished that they were somewhere else other than her office, some place with less windows and more pillows. For a split second she actually thought about what that promise could mean.

"Tell me how much you love me!" Nigel exclaimed making his entrance to the office in his usual grand style. Jordan and Woody jumped. Nigel looked between the two. Both looked flushed like two kids who had just been caught doing something naughty.

"Exactly why do I love you Nigel?" Jordan asked feeling grateful for the distraction.

"I found some information on the first victim." He came a little further into the office and held out his hand filled with paper. "I found out why we couldn't locate and next of kin on our Miss Andreas. She was a ward of the state until about 3years ago. Before then she was Paula Michaels, daughter of Kathy and James Michaels. She had been placed up for adoption when she was three and she was then taken in by Gloria and Thomas Andreas. They probably changed her name when they adopted her. It seems that she they died in a car accident when she was 16 and she was a ward of the state since then." Nigel beamed. "So tell me how much you love me."

"That still doesn't tell us why she was staying in Boston." Woody said looking up from the papers that Jordan held in her hands.

"Have you no faith in me, detective?" Nigel asked. Jordan grinned. This was always where Nigel filled in the good stuff. "I was able to contact an old room mate of hers and . . . "

"A roommate?" Woody interrupted. "How did you find a room mate?"

"Old address directory, my good man. Anyway," he continued, "this old room mate told me that about two years ago Paula had found out the names of her biological parents and that she had been placed for adoption. She wanted to know why they let her go since they were very much alive at the time. She said that about three weeks ago Paula asked her to watch her apartment for a bit as she was coming to Boston to look for them."

"So Paula was looking in Boston for her family." Jordan said slowly. "Maybe she found something that wasn't meant to be found and this guy killed her to keep it buried."

"That still doesn't explain the note or the other victim." Woody's brow furrowed. "She could have been in the wrong place as the saying goes."

"No, I don't think so." Jordan set the papers down, thinking carefully. "The note seemed to be specifically about Paula. I don't think it was random. Lorna had a similar note. Besides, she hardly put up a struggle so she had to have known who her killer was."

"I may have found something that will help make a connection." Nigel pulled out a piece of paper from the bottom of the pile and held it up. "Do you know what this is? This is a pedigree chart. There were charts similar to this all over Lorna O'Neil's home. There are used to record or trace and track family lineage. Lorna had just started tracing her family tree"

"So are you saying that they were related in some way?" Woody asked looking closely at yet another paper over Jordans shoulders.

"No, but Paula was getting help to find her family. Her room mate said that she was using the services of a genealogist in Boston." Nigel Clarified. "I thought you could talk to Lorna's husband and find out if she was using one as well."

"What's a genealogist?" Woody asked.

"Someone who tracing family trees and history for a living. Not a lot of them around. I didn't know that there was any in Boston." Jordan looked over to Nigel. "I don't suppose you have the name of this genealogy service Paula was using?"

"Sorry, no. But I do have a list of the different family search services in the Boston area" Nigel handed her a list of names. "I thought that you could check with Lorna's husband to see if she has used a service as well. Maybe that was how they were connected."

Jordan looked at the list for a moment, smiling. "Nigel, I love you this much."