I THINK this is Andrea's – she posted it but you can never be sure. LOL.

Chapter 12: Broken Pieces

"Roses, roses under a dream, Roses, roses death can be
Two lion's trapped for life, in a garden of poison and mush
Death would come rush, when 7 little goodness
Found the way of the truth, with a hundred different dreams
When the night is full to change her clothes"

"Light created life, light created death
Only strong flowers can survive
The Irish Rose is not one of them"

"Rush, Rush you may be, losing the time you already have
Fast and slow like a shadow you may be, if some kind of life you want to see"

"Roses, roses in a bouquet, Roses, roses on top of a grave
Which one do I choose? Which one do you choose?
Waiting is suffocating, wet and sweet"

"Roses, roses under a gift, Roses, roses under a girl
With bright eyes she waits, for the one who makes her feel safe
Broken glass is all she sees, a romance smell is all what she breathes"

"Fast, fast you must be, the clock is ticking and you still are here
Light is coming, with pain and loss
Hurry! Hurry, if you don't want to see
Roses, roses on a grave"

"Stop repeating that!" Jess exploded, throwing the papers she was writing on. "I lose it every time you start!"
"Gee! Relax Jess." Caroline said, "but she is right Kade - no offence."
"Okay, I'm sorry" she replied miserably." It's just …I really want to help!"
"Does someone get anything?" Hannah asked.
"Well, so far my main discovery is that he likes roses," Jess said sarcastically.
"I think we need to organize this," Hannah said with a superior air. " I mean, Doctor Macy is there with Foxie," she pointed to the office door with a sad expression on her face. "God knows what the hell he is telling her."
"What do you suggest?" Bug asked.
"We haven't gotten anywhere so far, and we've wasted like," she looked at her watch, "almost an hour."
"Okay I get it," Bug said. He picked up a pen and walked over to the board. "Now, who wants to start?" All he got was a complete silence."Come on people, no one is going to laugh at your conclusions."
"Okay…I think that the roses are literal," Caroline pointed. "He talks about the flower, his natural attributes. So that means, we need to search for gardens, botanicals, conservatories, parks...not really "cut" the search, right?" she said with a gloomy grin.
"Roses are delicates plants" Jess said seriously. "I mean, people who have Vineyards use roses to detect plagues. Roses are the first to die if it appears a plague. So if the weather is not appropriate you must have some place to…"
"So then we can let out the parks and normal gardens" Caroline said "It is still too much."
"What kind of roses do we have to search for?" Hannah asked.
"We are still waiting for the confirmation from the balsamic," Caroline replied," we never found a rose"
"Actually, I have it, love," Nigel said, entering the room with Woody. "Ecuadorian Roses."
"Phew, those are expensive!" Jess stated.
"Sure they are, love. The Ecuadorian rose is one of the most beautiful in the entire world, and also the most expensive. It's only imported to a few places, unless you bring the seeds illegal, that is."
"So our killer either has a lot of money, or he has been to Ecuador." Kade said thoughtfully.
"Something like that. Great work, Nige, now we can cut the search to Botanic gardens and people who have private conservatories," Jess said. "Kade… read that damn message again."
Kade nodded and repeated the message for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Two lions trapped for life, in a garden of poison and mush…hmmm," Hannah said after meditating for a second. "I'm pretty sure that the two lions are Camerez and Jordan, but it's the second line that's interesting. 'Poison and mush'… that reminds me of Rose Red."
"The house possessed by spirits?" Nigel asked incredulously.
"Yeah, the garden of the house, actually. You see, houses like that often had botanic gardens, and as the time passed they became 'gardens of poison and mush'."
"That makes sense," Woody replied.
"7, little, light, night, rush…clothes, goodness, change," Jess started to repeat.
"What the hell are you doing?" Caroline asked her friend, looking at her like she was loosing her mind.
"Shh," Nigel made a movement with his hand, telling her to let Jess think.
"I think I get this one," she said with a grin of satisfaction, "'7' is seven."
"Oh, you think?" Caroline said sarcastically.
"Funny," Jess snapped. "I mean literally it represents the number, not a symbolism. 'Found the way of the truth… When the night is full to change her clothes' right?"
"I cannot believe you memorized that!" Kade said, astonished.
"So," Jess continued, "if the night has to find its way of the truth to change her clothes, what obvious thing has to pass?"
"Morning?" Woody said unsurely.
"Exactly! 7 in the morning. I think that is our deadline. After that…" She didn't have to say the rest.
"But it is 4 AM!" Woody yelled. "That gives us only three hours to find them!"
"We know that, Woody. Try to think, for Christ's sake!" Nigel replied.
"If that's true, the third paragraph talks about the… Irish Rose?" Kade said.
"Jordan…" Woody said. "The Irish Rose must be Jordan, because of the name and last name. I'm thinking!"
"Okay, we have..." Bug said, starting to connect the facts on the slate, "Botanic gardens, old houses, at least for the XIX, Ecuadorian roses…there's something missing."
"A conservatory!" Kade screamed.
"Come again?" Woody was the one who asked her, but they all gave her shocked looks.
"Yeah 'suffocating and wet'. You ever been in one of those?" She asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "When I was little I got trapped inside one. Believe me, the worst is the air…no air, actually."

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Breathe. Slowly, it was becoming in the worst thing she could do. With each air whiff, Jordan felt the pollen of the roses, unhurriedly beginning to fill her lungs, making breathing more painful every time. The atmosphere was heavier every time. The air, rarefied, non single by the roses, but also by the heat that is accumulated during the day in the conservatories, caused her to lose conscience continuously.

"How ironically." Jordan thought "Once I read a legend that somebody died inhaling pollen of the flowers, but I never thought that it truly can happen." A grin of bitterness appeared on her face "Well bye, bye to my flowers-don't-kill-you-theory"

Jordan began to lose herself in her thoughts, unconscious of which its body began to cool off quickly. She shivered a little, and tried to move her legs. "That definitely isn't good" she said when the legs didn't react. As a matter of fact, she couldn't even feel them. "Oh my God! I can't move it!"
The panic returned to seize her heart. If the situation continued, in a moment all the functions of her body would become paralyzed. There was no doubt that the pollen was turning lethal, slowly but indeed.
Jordan returned to fall into a state of semi- conscience, hovering somewhere between realm of consciousness and unconsciousness.
In her nightmares, the memories were mixed. Digger, the coffin, the roses, and the air that returned dense every time, until se completely lost the notion of what was true and what wasn't. How ever, in the recondite part of her head, she had a prudent thought that helped her as an anchor in her desperation. The strange certainty that, he would be looking for her, only his desire to that, it did not take much, because she didn't know how longer she could resist it. Hours, minutes..."He will find me." It was getting harder to breathe again. "I'll do my best here, just hurry, please." Then her conscience went to a black, deep hole of shadows.

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"26! 26 Places!" Nigel said miserably.
"Is 5:45 am!" Woody yelled. "Come on! We need to think fast."
"I don't think I have more brain for that, my neurons can't do synapses anymore," Caroline said stroking her head. "I'm having a headache!"
"Take a Prozac!" Woody snarled.
"Prozac are not for that," Jess whispered, giving Caroline some pills, the right ones.
"Oh, men!" Kade said. "Things were going pretty well, and now we are stuck."
"I'm guessing that was the point. This guy wants to drive us insane," Hannah said frustrated, walking back and forth. "It has to be something else here" She stopped by the slate.
"Got it!" Nigel exclaimed.
"What? What!" Woody asked.
"The results from the victim's shoes," Nigel replied.
"Which one?" Kade said.
"Does it matter?" Woody snapped at Kade. "Tell us Nigel!"
"Don't rush this, we can't afford to screw up," Bug said calmly, starting to read Nigel's report. "There are seeds, grass and soil on the victim shoes."
"And we're already tracing them," Nigel tried to give Woody some comfort.
"How long will it take?" Foxie said, entering the room with Dr. Macy.
"At least an hour, I think, be-because they are un-unusual things". Nigel stammered a little.
"Move." She took Nigel's place in front of the screen "No, no, no," Foxie was erasing most of the criteria from the search.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jess wanted to know.
"Making it easier. I know this guy. He will only want things that remind him of me".
"Like?" Caroline asked, still not 100 convinced
"These places belong to good families. We have to search for people with family troubles, because my aunt Leah, she…well" Foxie's voice faded.
"If you're going to help, start with the truth." Garret said immediately.
"I just…" Foxie said angrily, this wasn't easy for her. "My aunt was raped and got pregnant."
"What?" Woody was shocked.
"It's like an old, dirty secret in my family, Woody," she looked at him briefly before returning to the story. "My aunt Leah gave the kid up for adoption. After that, she never really knew what happened with him, until…until my father told us that…Alexander had good parents, who were killed by his biological father."
"What?" Everyone screamed, except for Hannah and Garret.
"And I thought that I'd already heard the worst part of this story" Hannah thought to herself.
"There. That should help". Foxie finally said, done with 'cutting' the list.
"Okay, keep your fingers crossed, people" Nigel said.

All drowned a sigh, hoping, wishing; praying that they would finally find something down the track that would lead directly to them, hopefully in time to save them from that crazy bastard.
As time that passed, it seemed to be eternal. And the time was precious. The dawn was close and with that light, it would only bring death. And then …

"Two places," Garret announced.
"Go!" Jess said with authority in her voice.
"What? We still don't know which one," Foxie argued.
"She is right," Garret replied, a bit surprised by his own statement. He was still furious with the detective. "The last thing I want is that Marcus and Jordan die!"
"We will guide you from here" Jess said, trying to convince them. "We talk over the radios. It's 6:00 am, now go!"
"Use channel four" Nigel yelled after them. "Go with them Doctor M, Jordan needs you."
"Okay".
Garret, Hannah, Woody, Kade and Foxie ran madly for the cars.
"I'll go with Kade," Hannah said,"keep the channel availed" They both got into the car and drove of.
"I'll drive," Foxie said.
"No way. I'll drive" Woody said. "And don't even think of arguing with me".
"Get in the car you two, NOW!" Garret commanded. "I'll drive. You two would probably have gotten us all killed".

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"Detective Cœurvay?"
"Right here." Kade took Jess' call.
"The place is right to the North," Jess said. "Down 5th Avenue. It's a botanic garden, built in XIX, was only made for roses, her owner gave to the city like 10 years ago, but it was too expensive to keep, so they sold it to some rich guy."
"Who is the guy?" Hannah wondered.
"I'll have the ID confirmation in 5 minute." Jess said. "Come on, Caroline!" Kade could hear her yell on the other side.
"I'm working as fast as I can" was the annoyed reply.
"Will you people stop to arguing!" Hannah commanded. "Now where?"
"There! Make a turn at the next corner" Kade said, pointing down the street.

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"Second place is in the East", Nigel said. "Old House, according to the records no one lives there anymore. A man is hired to maintain the property, but that's all."
"What else?" Foxie asked.
"Well," Nigel began, "the house was made in XIX. It took like 5 years finish it and it was made for a magnate of petroleum as a wedding gift to his wife."
"What was her name?" Woody said, shaking his head.
"Why?" Foxie said.
"Just tell us Nigel," Garret exclaimed.
"Bug! Read the file," Nigel said at the other side, before repeating what Bug was saying. "Sir Roberts Ridgeway, magnate of petroleum. In 1919 he gives the order to start the constructions of the house as a wedding gift for his fiancée, Miss L. Montgomery Reynolds".
"What does L stand for?" Woody asked.
"L? L is …Leah," Nigel answered. "Why?" Woody and Foxie shared a look.
"That is my auntie's name! That is the place!" Foxie screamed. "Tell the others!"
"Call an ambulance!" Woody yelled desperately.
"I need an ambulance, in…" Foxie made the request.
"Get out of the way!" Woody yelled to the car. "Hang on Jordan, just hang on there, I'm coming for you" he said through clenched teeth. He had to find her.

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"I can't hold anymore, I can't support it... I suppose that this. Is the end...I'm sorry for been weak now….when I shouldn't"…Jordan play softly. Tears began to furrow their face, before their eyes were closed slow…but definitively… Suddenly a rush of fresh air touches her face…but simply, it was just the air of the morning, entering by the little spaces that the conservatory have broken, likes frayed from a false hope, from a false illusion, a dream of which she never be part.

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"There!" Foxie pointed. The three of them literally jumped from the car to the house.
"Woody, we need to check if…" Foxie warned, but it was like talking to the air, he was already inside. "Oh damn it!"
"This pace is huge and we are wasting time!" Garret yelled. "I'll go left, you go right Woody. Agent Fox, check the rest of the house just in case. If anyone of you find anything, just scream, call, whatever. Now move!"

Immediately, the three separated, initiating a frenetic search in each place. They knew that the time was precious and that a false step could mean the difference between life and death. Their feelings were united in this only objective, obtaining what had challenged them, taking invaluable peoples, as if they were simple marionettes with which to play, despising the life like a simple rag that has been thrown to the forgetfulness.
Suddenly Foxie and Garret hear a scream coming from the back yard.

"I found it! Jordan! Jordan where are you? Doctor Macy, Foxie!" Woody yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Woody where are you?" Foxie asked, running for the stairs to get to garden of the house.
"Right here, behind the pines!" He responded. "I found the conservatory!"

It was a solid construction, which clearly showed how much time had passed, but in contrast of the outside part, which was very bad taken care of, the interior looked as if someone had been taking care of the plants recently. Roses, piles of roses. The three watched at the same time with horror and tried to enter quickly, but no such luck. The door was blocked.
"Step aside!" Woody took a step back.
"You're not going to kick in that door!" Foxie warned. "It must be 100 iron! The only thing you'll achieve with that is a broken leg!" Foxie pointed exasperated.
"Then what?" Woody said desperately. Without answering, Foxie reached for her gun and shot to the door.
"That," she said. "Let's get inside." She grabbed Woody as he reached for the door. "Be very careful."

The both entered the place, and immediately they felt the awful air. No one could breathe there, no one. Then a light caught their attention. In the middle of the place stood a small coffin, surrounded by candles and roses. It was almost completely closed, except for a small opening. A horrible panic was locked in Woody's heart and, without considering anything, he ran towards the place closely followed by Foxie. His hands forced the coffin open and then…
"Jordan!" He screamed, lifting her upper body out of the coffin. She didn't response. Her face was so pale and her body cold. Woody took her hand. They were cold as ice, and did not respond to his touch. He swallowed hard, she couldn't be …
Woody lifted her completely away from the coffin, running out as fast as he could without losing the gentle grip he had around her. The minute they were outside, feeling the fresh morning air, he laid her down on the ground.
Foxie sat down next to Jordan. The regret she felt was awful. The guilt she felt was unspeakable. Taking Jordan's hand, she reached to find…
"Come Jor! Please wake up" Woody pleaded. "She can't…" his voice faded.
"She is not dead, she is not dead...I got pulse!" Foxie started screaming.
"Jordan!" Garret said, being the last to get in the conservatory. He was breathing heavily after running from the other side of the garden "Let me"
"Where is that ambulance?" Foxie said desperately.
"Her lungs are contaminated!" Garret said with urgency. "She can crush. Hang on Jordan!"
"Come on sweetheart!" Woody whispered to Jordan "You can't go…don't even think it!"
"We need to get her warm" Garret said,"her temperature way too down, on 93, we can't let down more."
"Here" Foxie said "Take my coat," she gently put the clothes over Jordan with a complete worried expression on her face. "What the hell is happening with that damn ambulance? I'll go and look after them, maybe they got lost…" With that she ran to the front of the house.
"Woody!" Garret yelled. "Hold her" and placing to Jordan carefully in Woody's arms, he stood quickly up from the ground. " I need to find something to try and clean the lungs!"

Woody remained single by moments, maintaining strongly that woman into his arms, that petite brunette, who meant everything to him. His friend, his partner, his love. The enormous relief of knowing that she was alive had been replaced by the terrible fear of losing her for always. In his arms, see, it died there...
"Jordan," he said, almost in a whisper, "you are stronger than this, you cannot die, I" his voice broke. "I can't loose you Jordan, not like this. I'm not letting you out of my life this easily. Please don't leave me," He bent down and whispered something in her ear before wiping a tear away from his eyes, "please don't…"
The sound of the sirens distracted him as the aid finally arrived...but

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Foxie squeezed her own hands constantly, the anxiety was consumption her alive, if it is truth, they had managed to find her, but on time? That horrible incognito was in her heart; make it towards being hopeless more and more. What's an excuse could possible she give? To say something to him, to all those that were seated in the contiguous area, waiting, praying, wishing for everything came out well...
"Hey" a familiar voice said behind her "I think you need this"…It was Woody
"Oh!" she said taking the coffee the he was offering to her..."You shouldn't!" Foxie said embarrassing…."Woody…I…"
"Don't"
"No" she said firmly "I have to...I'm so sorry I never wanted for this happened"…..Foxie have some tears in her eyes "I swore the last thing I ever want was putting them in danger"…she looks into Woody's tired and worried eyes "I know that she is special to you…I"
"It's okay now….and the Doctor said the she would be okay…we bring her just in time. I'm sorry to be so tough with you"…
"I'll deserve it…I'm glad the she is okay but Marcus is still…"
Woody enveloped Foxie into his arms, maintaining it comforted it. It is certain that Jordan was on the edge of death due to her decisions, but in all certainty, he could understand its fears and somehow to help it. Foxie felt an infinite gratitude towards Woody, in spite of her bad decisions; at least she could count on his support.

"Detective Hoyt?"
"Yes?" He answers tuning back to see who was. Jordan's nurse.
"Doctor Martinson, said the she wants to see you"
"Me? Why me?" he give her a puzzle look
"You go…I'll stay with her" Hannah said walking to them
"Uh…okay" Woody said, he really doesn't want to let Foxie alone. Hannah winks an eye to him, he understood. "Where is the Doctor?"
"Fallow me" the nurse said, leaving Foxie with Hannah.
"How are you?" Hannah asks softly
"I feel awful"…Foxie said sincerely "Look what I did, you were right an all what you tell my….I just"
"Is done, put it in the past, move on" Hannah said putting a hand in Foxie's back
"I never thought the I would be taking to you like this" Foxie said with a incredulously look
"Well strange circumstances, make strange bows" Hannah smiling back
"Anything about Marcus?"
"Nothing yet" Hannah said in a whisper "I'm sorry…Jess, Caroline and Mahesh are there, they would tell us if they find something"
"Look what he did to Jordan, I'm scared Hannah"
"You don't have the fault your cousin evolved to passion and now to obsession, He is the one with troubles! Hannah said with a comic grin
"Funny!" Foxie replies, but she doesn't look piss.

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"Hey" a young woman shaking Woody's hand "I'm Doctor Martinson, Natalie, you must be Woody" she said with a smiling grin in her face. "Miss Cavanaugh is just doing fine, her pulse is still a down because her blood pressure is still low, but her temperature is backing to normal so is nothing to worried about it. Her lungs…well it seems they don't are really damages, but we really don't now that until…"
"Excuse me …but…Why are you saying this to me to my, Doctor?" Woody was complete surprised.
"Well…even the she was unconscious, she was calling you, several times…so I just assume you two were related, and when I ask for you no one seems to be shock so…" the doctor replies "Did I assume wrong?"
"No…well...yes…but" Woody stammered trying to say something "Can I see her?"
"She's asleep right now, but I don't see why not." Doctor Martinson responds "I'll talk with the others; the nurse would take to her"
The Doctor walks outside of her office and calls the nurse, which began to walk down the hall and motioned for Woody to follow. He was led to a small room …and Jordan was lying in a bed. There was a monitor on her controlling everything. Woody swallowed hard she looks so small in the bed…and still to pale…and it have a tube…he feels chills in his spine.
"Something is wrong?" the nurse asks when catch Woody's gaze.
"The doctor said it wasn't anything wrong with his lungs so…" he pointed to the tub.
"Oh!" the nurse seems to be a little shocking for the question..."well after pass surrounded by the pollen …it was necessary...but now her breathing is fine, Doctor Martinson, probably would be here soon to take her off" she smiling try to comfort him " She is fine boy, we have a strong little missy here"
"Yes, she is" Woody said with a sweetie's voice.
"Well better I let you with her" she wink an eye of him smiling mischievously "I'm going to bring the Doctor" and she leaves the room.
"Hey girl" he whispers softly "You just doing great…you are strong woman" he said stroking her head and touching her cheeks. He grabbed her hand, they still were cold, but the warming was returning to her. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, trying not to wake her.
"And you say, you two weren't related" Dr. Martinson said entering in Jordan's room. Woody just opens his mouth at the same time his face was going red. The doctor smile to him and said "I'm going to take the tube off on her now"
"Okay, I'll wait out side" He said walking to the door. He waits until the doctor said the he can return to Jordan's side.

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"Look" Foxie pointed to a men who was standing in the receptionist, with a bouquet of roses
"Is…" Hannah start
"No is not him, but sure is related" Foxie say stand up and walking to the men "Excuse me" She show her FBI badge…"for who those are?"
"Oh…well" the young men start to stammer…"for Miss Jordan Cavanaugh…"
"Who tell you to send these roses?" Foxie took the guy by the shirt.
"Foxie" Hannah warned
"I don't know" he starts to scream "I'm just the deliverer, Charles from "Charlotte's flowers dream" florist." Foxie let go the boy for the shocking.
"Give me that…." Hannah took the bouquet and extracted the note.
"Second message" Garret said, who get close to the woman's when he saw Foxie reaction.
"My God!" Kade scream
"Back to the morgue" Garret command ..."Now, Lily stays here and tells Woody what happened……stay with Jordan."
"Sure" Lily says….and watch how all they run for the elevators.

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"Come in"…Woody stand up and walk into the room again "She is doing fine, probably she would awake soon, we are going to let her here a lest for two days"
"That fine" Woody said relieve the Jordan could not leave the hospital and return to the case, although she didn't like the idea.
"Call the nurse if you need anything" Doctor said walking t the door.
"I'll do…thanks for everything". For any answer she doctor just smile him and leaving the room. Woody lay again by Jordan side and takes her hand.
"Woody?" she opened her eyes, trying to focus. His face swam before her eyes. "Woody?"
"Hey, I'm right here"
"My throat ..." she said putting her hand in his neck with a painful expression
"Shhh, don't talk, you were having a tub there like 10 minutes ago" he said trying to comfort her. She gives an "I don't remember" look
"Is okay, just rest" He said stroking her hair "You give to us a little scare time, everyone's are worried for you, I think the Foxie was yelled for all"
She smiling at the comment "Is not her fault, I shouldn't lie about Marcus to her" she thought "Marcus!" she remember "Ma…"
"I know"…Woody said desolately "We still have nothing on that Jo, I'm sorry, but Bug and the new girls are working on, those girls are fantastic's Jordan …I don't think the Garret would let them go" he says with a grin "And…"
"You are awake!"...Lily said entering in the room and running on Jordan bed to hug her "Oh Jordan you worried to us so much!"
"I'm fine…I just…" Jordan voice faded.
"You have to rest"…Lily said gently but her face change suddenly "Oh Woody! They have a second message!"
"What!" he yelled
"Yeah it comes with a Roses bouquet for Jordan, Garret and the others already back to the morgue. Well Garret just order to my stay with Jordan" Lily replies
"Yeah she can't..." Woody couldn't stand up from the chair…Jordan squeeze his hand. He gives a puzzle look to her.
"Don't…" she whispered giving to him a scared look
"I'm going to buy a coffee, you want one Woody? Lily said fastest, she knows the she have to get out there.
"Sure" Woody said. Lily nod and leave the room.
"What wrong?" he asks when they were alone again
"I…just don't…" she starts
"Lily is going to be here Jor" he said softly
"Is not the same…" she replies with a whisper
"But I have to…" he starts to argue
"Please"…she played and makes it an effort to finish the sentence…"Just…until I falls sleep, please"
"Sure…" he said surrender by her plays.
But she couldn't sleep, she tried, but all the memories were backing to her head, the air, the words, the fear mixed with her olds Diggers memories…suddenly it became in horrible nightmares. He was there closing her coffin, saying the she would die…the she never…
"No!..." Jordan tried to get up for the bed
"Hey, hey"…Woody said taking her and putting back on the pillows "It was just a dream, Jordan" …He said taking her hands. She hangs strongly to him, embracing it, putting her head against his chest, shaking at the memory of his nightmares. Woody felt as all her body shivered and attracted it towards to him as close he could, try to drive away her fears.
"Please …don't…" she said with wet eyes
"Okay you win" He said smiling.
"Stay here…" She pointed to her bed…he was sitting there now, but for all the evening he was in the chair next to her bed.
He smiled to her and placed in the bed, putting one arm over her head and the other in her waist. Jordan hand was clutching the front of his shirt as tightly as she could. He rests his head against her to plant a soft kiss, and suddenly he was losing in a deep sleep to.
Lily returns to Jordan's room with the coffees, thinking the may be Woody wasn't there anymore. She open the door just a little to see if…she smile at the picture of those two together "Well" she said cheery to herself…"I guess the Woody wouldn't return to the case…yet"

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"Roses, roses still I can see, roses, roses still below to me
Two lion's trapped for life, one is in the other is out
One you already have, the other is going to died"

"Roses, roses, they'll still be mine
The fatal kiss is the bite of the poison plant
Like a déjà vu, the lion shall fall, waiting for the fatal kiss
Of the one who was never meant to love him.
The one he was meant to hurt the head"

"The fatal kiss will seal my own; a rose still belongs to me,
Kisses, kisses, the passion will grow
Slowly the bewitched lion will stay forever
Waiting for the passion to find its way to his heart"

"Fast, fast you must be, they are hungry and one lethal is
Her lips are waiting to touch the desperate rose.
Hurry! Hurry!...if you don't want to see
Roses, roses on a grave"

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The place was dark; it seemed to be the deepest hole in the earth. Cold, wet and silence, an incredible silence, you can even swore, you can hear trees and plants growing.
"Stupid fools" he thought "They think we're in two places...I knew they would never check for the other one, when the found the Leah name...haha...see?" he looked at the men behind him...
"I'm smarter than them...And here we are Marcus...certainly you are going too die. It seems I underestimate the talent of those two girls that I decided to bring to the case. Some things are not what you thought...that French detective surprises me as well...she looks son tiny and sweet...exactly like a poisonous flower" He laugh " You don't understand?...well you see…most of the flowers there are poison are very beautiful and looks so innocents….but...they aren't. But now, it's just you and me...nobody else...Oh, I can give you one happiness...the Irish rose is safe...so a least that precious little missy is going to stay alive...after all, it's not like I care, she wasn't part of my plans..."
"Foxie"...Marcus said
"Yeah, always her...I could kill the young Detective from Wisconsin, you know...but I think" he said with an evil grin..."the Foxie would cry more over you than him"
"What the..." Marcus start to reply
"Don't be so modest men" he gives to Marcus a sarcastic expression..."You think…I don't know what is going on between you two?...please don't think you can fool me..."
"Foxie and I we don't have a" Marcus start but…Alex cut him off
"Relationship…I know, so then is just friend advantages?...casual sex…nothing more…" Alex said with an evil grin "But I still have something especial saved just for her...nothing will ever compare with the kind of death I want for her...Such shame that you are not going to be here to see it or try to save her" ...he laugh, enchanted with his own conclusion. "I don't know how long is going to take them…but since the I sent a second message...I'm very sure they're not going to think about the first again...for a while..."

Marcus heard Alex calling something...A strange sound in the floor make his skin shiver, something was moving there, slow, silence….
"Hey little missy...you have work to do...make my self proud of you and do exactly want I tell you to do...she is a very good student Marcus...she learn very well...how to kill her victim...isn't gorgeous?"

Marcus couldn't help wondering who was the one helping Alexander. "One of their own? Now that's betray!" Even when his mind raced trying to find someone to blame, he couldn't. He trusted those people and he knew he could trust them. So, who the hell was...
Something cold, very cold was in his legs, and that thing was moving….Marcus feel the panic rise in his heart. He has his eyes blinded with some black piece. But what he couldn't see, he could feel.

"So shame you can't see it. She is so beautiful, just like her partners here, but she is the only who is…Lethal. You know Marcus...Charlotte...hate snakes. So I don't think the she comes to rescue you"...he laughs…" Is very traumatic see how your best friend died, because a snake "bitten' her, at the eight years old."

Marcus froze. He was locked up in a room waiting for death with snakes. The detective couldn't tell how many were there, but he could tell the room was full of them. "Shit!" Marcus felt a snake moving. And another and another and another…Immediately he remembered a conversation with Foxie.

Flashback
They were still lying down for no good reason. Foxie adjusted the pillow under her head as Marcus put his arms around her waist. Even though none of them would admit, they enjoyed the closeness of their bodies.
"So..." he sighed.
"So." she said sarcastically.
"Since we've already talked about our favorite things, what are the least favorites?"
Marcus asked for the lack of a better subject.
"I absolutely hate snakes." Foxie answered. "When I was a kid, my friend was bitten by one and she passed away."
"I'm sorry." Marcus tried to smile.
"It was a long time ago." Foxie shook her head telling him it was ok "Your partner has been asking around." she changed the subject.
"About what?" Marcus raised an eyebrow curious.
"Detective Scott believes there's "something" going on between us."
"'Something' is a good definition." Marcus gave it some thought "Especially because it doesn't define much."
"Good point." Foxie agreed with a chuckle.

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Foxie was trapped in her own memories…How his feeling start to betray her own decision of not going for relationship…She tried to let her go that thinking's…looking for the window….The sun was arising, a new day was coming…..hundreds of lives were getting ready for a common day, get to work, pass the day and come back to home. She looks tired and worried, so worried, more then what she really want to be.

"But….that men….it was suffering, God knows what"….and if she knows Alex well, she can swore, it would be worst for Marcus, on what happened to Jordan. After all Alex knows, she can bet for that, the she and Marcus we're "more" than just two co-workers.
"Is my fault" Foxie thought miserably "I should never have had "something" with him. I just putting him in danger." A few tears started down her cheeks, a silence warning of what her heart was saying, but what her mind refuses to believe. "How long could it be?"….she thought…"How much we have to wait for….something". She needs fresh air, soon, be behind those walls make her fells so lost.

Foxie watch the city from the ceiling of the morgue's building . A city the she start to hate, it was like a sick nightmare that falls you over and over, and repeat the same patron all the time, to where ever you go. A single bird starts to sing, for what to her ears sound like a sad song, a goodbye hymn. The panic full's her heart; take away any hope the she can have in the deepest places of her soul.
The bird sings again…low and slow….and then suddenly….falls to the floor. Foxie walks to the bird and look to them…Her cold hands taken and slowly her fingers touching the bird's wings.
"Now you can't ever go to fly…again…like me" she whispers "A bird can have wings, but if nobody gives to you…when you can get it one's?" her tears start to falls more frequently over the bird body. "So this is a goodbye….a Goodbye forever" she hides his head between his legs. The fresh morning, was interrupted by her lakes and painful sobs.