Chapter 5

"What?! Garret snapped, he was still not in a good mood.

"I found Fred," Bug reported.

"You what?!" Nigel demanded as everyone hurried over to where Bug was bent over.

"Didn't your psychic say he'd be covered in white? Why didn't we think she could have meant the snow?!" Bug asked.

"Psychic? What psychic?!" Garret wanted to know.

"Clara Rose," Jordan filled her boss in.

When all the bodies including the newly found one of Little Fred were back in the freezer where they belonged everyone was free to go back to their regular duties. Bug and Nigel were in the lab, Garret and Lily each in their own offices and Jordan in autopsy with a new body that had just come in.

Finished with the very uninteresting Mr. Watterson case, Jordan headed to the break room for a caffeine reward. She found Lily sitting there with her head in her hands looking very depressed and upset. "Hey what has you so down? Did you and Garret have a fight?!" she asked her friend.

"No, nothing like that," Lily replied sadly. Looking up as Jordan sat down across the table from her she continued, "I just identified Little Fred."

"I would think that should make you happy, not upset like this. Who is he?"

"You're not going to believe this. I'm not sure I have fully taken it in. He's a war hero!"

"Huh?!" Jordan grunted in surprise.

"I know! How did a Navy Lieutenant who won both a Purple Heart and the Medal of Honor end up homeless on the streets of Boston?! Can you explain that to me?!" Lily wanted to know.

Jordan shook her head saying, "Everyone had their own story Lily. Who can say how something like that comes about? Were you able to find any family? Maybe they could shed some light on his life."

"All I could find was a great granddaughter who is in college in Los Angeles. She was an only child of parents that died in a house fire last year. She's in the middle of a semester so can't leave school even if she wanted. Her name is Lori Douglas and she had never even heard of her great grandfather, Lieutenant Fredrick Douglas. She's going to school on scholarships so there isn't even money to bury Little Fred. How sad is that?" Lily asked, putting her head back in her hands.

"Wow that is too bad. Lily, have you thought about calling the local veteran's administration? They might be able and willing to help for a war hero."

"Jordan, that's a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?!" her friend asked as she jumped to her feet and raced from the room.

The funeral was a quiet yet distinguished affair. It was attended by the gang from the morgue at Lily's insistence. They stood there shivering in the snow saying good-bye to someone the world had forgotten. Even the minister performing the eulogy could only list his military accomplishments because there were no personal details know. The twenty one gun salute and the playing of taps was even sadder for that fact.

There was a lot of talk between her and Woody on what to name the baby. Because the ultrasound had revealed that she was going to have a boy, all she knew for sure was that she didn't want any reference to Palmer or Harm in the baby's name. She also didn't feel right naming him after Woody since it really wasn't his child, even though he had been amazing about being willing to raise him with her. The other two men she admired in her life both hated their names, so they were out as choices. Her father, Max, was really, Maximilian and threatened that if she ever named a baby after him he would disown her. AJ Chegwidden, who was going to be her uncle as soon as he married her Aunt Meredith, also despised his name. She sighed; it was becoming impossible to make any family related choice.

To be continued…