A/N: This is Carol's chapter, who is more commonly known here on FF as anacharlie! Enjoy! And let US enjoy by reviewing:P

Chapter 4: The Past Always Finds You

Garret explained Jess and Caroline what was expected from them and some paperwork procedure as quick as humanly possible. There was a big case waiting for him. Damn serial killer! Not only he was murdering innocent people, but he also did it when the morgue was full of bodies. After that thought, Garret was actually grateful Renee had hired the two young woman.
"I'd love to give you the grand tour, but…"
"Hey, Garret!" Jordan popped her head into his office interrupting the chief ME. "Oh, sorry. Is this gonna take long? 'Cause I kinda need some extra hands."
"Dr. Caroline Maher, Dr. Jess Standford, Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh." He introduced them by pointing each woman at a time.
"Hi." Jordan smiled quickly at the 'new girls' and turned her attention back to Garret.
"You said something about extra hands…" the chief ME pointed the new doctors with his eyes.
"Ok." Jordan nodded "Ladies?"
Jess and Caroline smiled politely and excused themselves.

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Woody moved his hand allowing Foxie to enter the room first. He closed the door and turned to her knowing he would need some painkillers in a few minutes.
The second Woody was standing in front of her, Foxie didn't give it anymore thought and just punched him on the face.
"What the hell!" Woody asked irritated covering the bruise-to-be with his hand.
"You bastard!" Foxie yelled "Has it ever occurred to you that if I was home I would have returned your messages?"
"What?" Woody wasn't following her.
"Hum… Let me see." She said sarcastically " 'I'm sorry, Charlotte, I can't do this anymore.' ?"
"Oh, that." The detective swallowed hard. "Look, I…"
"Don't even get started. Don't waste your time because I don't give a rat's ass." She interrupted him. "Just for curiosity's sake, how did things work out with Annie after you dumped me?" Foxie asked coolly. "Oh, let me guess. The sheriff said his daughter could do better than a cop."
"First of all, I did not want to break up with you like that." Woody started
"My ass." Foxie said.
"Then why didn't I break up with you instead of trying to talk to you for a whole month?" he crossed his arms over his chest.
"If you were so interested on talking to me, why didn't you track me down?" Foxie crossed her arms as well "How long did you hook up with that little bitch before the call?"
"She's not a bitch and I didn't lay a finger on her while we were together."
"Oh, bullshit!" the agent didn't believe him "You were not the first or the last to hear the 'my daughter can do better than a cop' speech and Annie knows. She was all over you when I was Kewaunee."
"She was worried. I was hurt."
"Yeah! That five-foot tall guy bet the crap outa you."
"Excuse me? What about when I was threatened with desk duty for eternity because of you?"
"Now it's my fault I was attacked?"
"Actually, yes!" Woody nodded angrily "You had just gotten out of hospital after gas inhalation and an almost rape. We were at the coffee shop and I turn around for half a second and you're missing. You went after that psycho and there's a scar to prove it."
"I cannot…"
"I'm not finished." He interrupted "Because the 'daughter of the General' couldn't call for back up. She had to take care of it with her own hands. And when I say hands, I mean just hands because your gun was back in my place. Little Miss Fox took off to take care of Mr. Six-Foot-Seven and got beaten up and almost bled to death."
"He had a butcher's knife! Of course I almost bled to death."
"Big guy, big knife." Woody remarked ironically.
"So… Little guy, a pipe the size of a sword?" (A/N: a sword has around 80 cm. 1 foot 30 cm)
"Whatever. Back to the point: what are you doing in Boston?"
"Serial Killer."
"Camerez and Cœurvay's serial killer?"
"Is there another one in town?" Foxie asked sarcastically.
Woody didn't say a word.
"No." She stared at him when the realization hit her "No! I'm not working with you."
"It's not like we have a choice."
"Yes, we do. You back out of this case or tomorrow you'll be signing speed tickets." She threatened.
"You wouldn't do that." He doubted.
"Try me." Foxie walked by him and left.
Woody sighed and rolled his eyes. "This is a nightmare."

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Jordan filled Jess and Caroline in the case while heading for Autopsy 1.
"… and since he only kills three people in each state" Jordan pushed the door "I'd say we're running out of time."
The women put on latex gloves and started examining the body.
"Any ID?" Jess asked.
"Not yet." Jordan shook her head.
"I'll check it for prints." Caroline picked up the bagged knife. "Do you think it's a copycat?" she wondered.
"Hard to tell." Jordan sighed while collecting material from under the victim's fingernails "Random person, big knife on the neck…"
Jess raised her eyebrows in agreement as she took a blood sample for analysis.
"What can you tell me so far?" Foxie entered the room.
"We just got started." Jordan said.
"He put up quite a fight, so we have a lot to analyze." Caroline added.
"There's no record of the killer in any database." Foxie told them.
"What!" the three doctors felt as lost as a blind in a shooting.
"I've tried every database on Earth. No fingerprints, no DNA match, no nothing." Foxie repeated.
"Are you saying this guy had his prints removed?" Jess asked. "Because if he did so there has to be some medical record."
"No, it's as if this guy had no prints at all. I've seen it before. Back in San Diego, there was this second lieutenant that no one could get his prints." Foxie explained.
"I'm gonna process his clothes and his blood." Jess found it just weird and headed for the door.
"I'd like a copy of your report later." Foxie requested in a neutral to nice tone.
"No problem." Jess nodded surprised and walked out of the room.
"What else we should now about this guy?" Caroline asked.
"Random person, random place… It's a game for him. He enjoys the thrill of getting away with it right under our noses."
"That's about to change." Jordan stated "Did he ever leave a murder weapon behind?"
"I don't think so." Foxie shook her head. "Either it's a copycat or he's playing with us."
"I think it's too soon for copycats. It's only been two days since the first vic." Jordan assumed.
"But it didn't go unnoticed by the press." Foxie pointed out.

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"Woody?" Lily asked surprised as she pushed the break room door "Are you ok?" she noticed the pack of ice the detective was holding against his eye.
"Yeah." He answered without paying much attention.
"Hey, Lily!" Nigel popped his head into the room "Melissa Henderson is here. She's Amy Henderson's, the girl killed two days ago, sister."
"Thanks, Nige. I'll be right there." Lily poured some coffee on a mug "Are you sure you're ok?" she looked at Woody.
Woody just nodded.
"Trouble with ladies?" Nigel raised an eyebrow curious.
"No." Woody tried to lie.
"Right. It was just one lady yelling at you." Nigel agreed sarcastically "It's not the first time you get beaten up by a girl, is it?"
Woody shot him a look that could kill and Nigel tried as hard as possible to hold his laugh.
"Don't you have work to do?" Woody suggested not so gently.
"Actually, yes." Nigel answered leaving "I guess the black will bring your eye out." He ginned and left before Woody could respond.
The detective ran his free hand through his hair. Yep. There were a lot of jokes to come about the incident and Woody was 100 sure Nigel wouldn't keep his mouth shut.