BPD Captain's Office…
"You had an issue with how we process evidence, Detective Benson" The Captain asked slightly annoyed.
"Yes. I've already spoken with AUSA Carmichael; I will only be staying one month. The Feds with pay for your lab to test every single rape kit in storage. Any new rape kits that are taken form tomorrow on, BPD is required to have them tested. That should help with your closure percentage. After that your stats will be re-evaluated to see what course of action should be taken." Benson told him.
"I see. How many rape kits does Manhattan have in storage?" The Captain bristled.
"The 5 boroughs of New York test the kits as they are collected. We took care of that problem a few years back." Olivia explained.
"Ah, well thank you for pointing out an oversight of ours." The Captain recovered stiffly.
Back at the Morgue…
"Hey Jordan you have some time?" Woody asked as they walked into her office.
"Yeah, what's up Woody?" Jordan answered.
"You've said that you and Detective Benson have history. Can you tell me what that means?" Hoyt questioned unsure if he would get an answer.
"I was in Manhattan for a few years. I met Olivia while I was there. I fell in love with her. We were good together. We dated for 2 ½ years. Then one day it dawned on me, that I loved her. It scared the shit out of me.
Then one day I just packed up and left. She called me at noon to make sure that we were still on for diner. I told her that we were, but I was already gone. I hadn't seen her since, and then you waltzed her into my autopsy room." Jordan told her story.
"I know that you have issues, Jordan. But what you did to her was just cruel." Hoyt said as he left.