A/N: This weather is driving me nuts! COME ON, SPRING! no more snow

some closure is on the horizon...

SK, put a rush on this one hoping it'll help you feel better!

Tori was turning into the medical building to drop off Jade.

This morning, they tried to start her Jeep and it didn't do anything. Not knowing a starter from an alternator, Jade had her beauty towed to Tim's Garage. Tori hugged her pouting girlfriend and offered to give her a lift in the Panda.

Jade asked Tori how she was getting along as far as driving in the area. The tan woman shrugged that she had been using the GPS less and less for her usual haunts, like the precinct and the motel. Jade's abode was fairly knew, and more of a commute, so she still implemented the GPS.

They pulled up to the grey structure which harbored the morgue, the lab, everything the cops need when a scientist is called for.

"You alright?" Tori asked with a soft chuckle while putting her rental in park.

"Worried about my wheels but I can deal with this..."

Jade didn't finish the sentence and instead leaned in and kissed Tori.

"Guess until further notice, I'm bunking with you."

"Good!" sighed the medical examiner. "My insurance wouldn't cough up money for a loaner, or a hot chick to drive it!"

A tan hand slid methodically down a certain doctor's thigh.

"I'm okay driving you here as long as you're the one who drives in the bedroom."

The pale one shook her head. Had that line come from some guy, she would roll her eyes but because Tori said it, those words were way sexier.

"When's lunch for you?" Jade asked.

"Not sure," Tori scrunched up her face. "Depends."

Jade smirked and opened the door.

"Well, call me hot stuff."

"You're nuts!" Tori grinned, leaning in for one more kiss.

They waved as the blonde bounded into the building. As she drove away, Tori found herself humming a little tune she remembered that often played on the oldies station:

"Doctor, doctor give me the news...I've got a...bad case of lovin' you..."

Tori would end up tapping the steering wheel to the beat all the way to the station.

Jade rushed down to the morgue when her path was impeded by the presence of Dr. Reynolds.

"OH!" she yelped.

"Morning!" he nodded with a grin. "Someone's in a rush."

She sighed and set her bag down on an empty chair nearby.

"You seem...dare I say, chipper?" he observed.

Jade pressed her lips together, suppressing a blush as if she could do that.

"This past week's been..." a smile sneaked its way up. "Good."

"Just good?"

Her eyes were drawn to an envelope in his hands.

"What's that?"

"Oh this?" Greg smirked, waving the object in question. "Might want to sit down because it comes attached to some good news and bad news."

The medical examiner didn't like the sound of that and planted herself on a different chair.

"Uh..." she huffed. "How about...bad news first, so the good can make up for it?"

Reynolds gestured for the wall of cadaver drawers.

"I'm sorry, Jade, but Donna will no longer be in our care."

She studied his even features, not sure where he was going with this. But since she asked for bad news first, it fit. Jade swallowed heavily as she dared to ask the obvious question.

"What's the good news?"

Greg sniffed and opened the tan envelope with a flourish and unsheathed a thin stack of papers.

"What's that?" the blonde shrugged.

"I reached out to Donna's mother, and we had a lengthy chat. Maybe she had a glimmer of some feeling toward her daughter because she had this faxed back to me the other day!"

He handed the form to her and indeed, Mrs. Blakely filled the thing out. Underneath was Dr. Reynold's signature. She'd know it anywhere.

"Is this..." Jade blinked with a lick of her lips. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Donna was legally an adult, making the rights to her remains revert to her next of kin. This form says her mother rescinds obligation for Donna's body and I agreed to take full responsibility for her proper disposal...or internment."

Jade was reading and re-reading the form, it's reality refusing to set in. Her smile only grew with each passing second.

"YOU MEAN IT?!" she exclaimed.

"She's safe from the incinerator," the doc nodded. "Donna can have the funeral she deserves."

The blonde was shaking like a leaf.

"I think I'm gonna cry!" she swallowed.

(Can you have happy tears when discussing a funeral? Yes. Apparently, yes.)

Jade ran her hand through her long hair, blinking back the water works.

"There's so much to do!" she sighed. "We need to make arrangements and... and..."

He put his arm around her in that fatherly way.

"I might have something."

Traylor was sitting at the kitchen table, studying the postings on Indeed.

She worked with her resume off and on during the weekend and had Andre give it a once over. He said it was good and should upload it to begin job hunting.

The dark-haired woman had a big yellow legal pad with a couple of pens beside her phone. She wrote down each and every place she applied to. Traylor knew that Indeed kept track of such things in real time, but she liked the feeling of making a physical list.

She even developed a little system.

To the left of the name of the business, Traylor would mark it with a circle to indicate that she uploaded her resume there. An "X" inside the circle indicated if she had to fill out an online application beforehand. She was used to places insisting on a paper application at the interview as a formality, despite having a hard copy of your experience, references and skills. A check mark on the right meant that she got a call back. A check in a box represented a voicemail, but she only got one of those as she was in the shower at the time.

Finally, a smiley face next to the check mark indicated that she got someone who was interested. There was enough space beside the smile to jot down the date and time of the interview. And if it was a bust, she would cross out the whole name.

So far, Traylor only got one call back. But when she reached out to them, she was quickly shot down as it was apparent she didn't have five years of experience driving commercially. About half of the others on her list were crossed out as they were a no-go.

Traylor rubbed her face, beginning to feel discouraged.

Her phone then buzzed with a text from Andre: How you doing?

She texted him back: not gr8. called 10 places and 6 said no

He retorted with a sad emoji, which made her sigh with a small grin.

don't beat yourself up, babe. take a break and try again later

Traylor thought about it and she was on the cusp of a headache. Taking a few aspirin and laying on the couch so they can do their thing sounded good right about now.

She texted Andre back: ok, I will

After getting up and rubbing her butt as it was feeling sore from sitting at that table for an hour straight, Traylor went to the fridge. She felt the phone vibrate in her pocket while she juggled a bottled water and the Tylenol, taking two horse pills out of it. Traylor downed the aspirin with about a third of the water in her hand before going to check on the message.

Luckily she was already swallowing, or she would have spit it out.

love you

Her hand shook, barely holding onto the open bottle. She set it on the counter both for risk of dropping it and she needed both her thumbs to reply.

love you too

"TORI!"

The three detectives looked up, the female standing to receive the enthusiastic doctor. Jade hugged Tori tightly, her smile daring to split her face horizontally.

"What's got you in a great mood?" the Latina asked.

"Other than the obvious..." muttered Beck. That was met with a glower from Jade, warning him to quit while he was ahead.

"Remember Donna?"

Tori nodded.

"The Jane Doe, right?" asked Andre.

"Yes, Dr. Reynolds got her family to release her remains so she's getting a burial."

Tori shook her head incredulously.

"Where?"

Jade showed on her phone through Google Maps. It was the town cemetery overlooking the water.

"Doc found a lone spot that nobody claimed..." the blonde elaborated. "Everybody's preoccupied with family plots, creating single graves like these."

She zoomed in to show the area better to Tori who was understandably unfamiliar with the place. The grave in question would be at the edge of the northeastern section where it got plenty of shade from a nearby tree. It was simple. It was beautiful. It was perfect.

"When is the service?" Tori asked.

"We could show up," Beck added. "Give that kid a real turnout." Andre nodded in agreement.

The medical examiner smiled appreciatively at her friends. They barely knew this girl, compared to what little Jade was able to gather, but they knew in their hearts that she deserved better than what life gave her.

"This Sunday, so it'll be a few days. Everything's taken care of."

Tori hugged her girlfriend, knowing how much this meant to her.

"Other than a bunch of cops and doctors, is there anybody she would want there?"

Andre's query was a fair one. Jade scratched her cheek. Then, she snapped her fingers.

"That guy...Alex, no that's not...Adam!"

"Who's he?" asked Tori.

"Donna's friend," Jade sighed while looking into her phone. "He was really torn up about what happened and... fuck!"

"What's up?" Beck asked with an arched brow.

The blonde blew her hair from her lips.

"I thought I had the boy's number, but I didn't...must've deleted it...damn it!"

"Where does he live?" offered Tori. "Do you have that?"

"I think so...I know it's in Everett."

Andre shrugged.

"You know...that's only a forty-minute drive from here."

"If the traffic's good," Beck pointed.

The blonde turned to the brunette.

"What do you say to a little road trip this afternoon?" smirked Jade.

Tori's eyes lit up.

"Sounds like a plan!"

A/N: Sorry this chapter's a bit short but it's been a taxing week. I assure you the next one will be bigger. The big 40 is coming next week!