Jordan

A CSI: Miami / Dr. Vegas crossover.

Drama / Romance (?)

PG (For now—may change later.)

This is a story that stems from my love of the West Wing. I am a fan of both Rob Lowe and Emily Procter and have followed them from the days of Sam and Ainsley to the streets of Miami and the Strip in Vegas. This is what I cam up with. Hope you like it.

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"What have we got?"

Horatio Caine looked up, as CSI's Duquesne and Wolfe ducked under the yellow crime tape surrounding the beachside condo.

"Thirty year old female. Stabbing victim, it's pretty bad. Five-year-old daughter was inside at the time of the murder. She...hasn't really given us any information and she needs to be processed for evidence. Calleigh, take the little girl. Ryan come with me."

The female CSI was about to protest, and Horatio knew that and silenced her with a look.

"Calleigh, she isn't responding to any men, just the female EMT. I don't know why, but you need to do this...for her."

The blonde southern belle looked over toward where the child was sedately sitting in the lap of a paramedic. Her she nodded slowly and turned back to Horatio.

"Does she have a name?"

"Jordan."

She focused on the girl with dark curls and chocolate eyes, took a deep breath, and walked toward the ambulance.

"Hi Jordan. I'm Calleigh. Can I talk to you?"

The girl made eye contact, but said nothing. Calleigh looked at Karen, the paramedic, who then spoke quietly in the child's ear.

"It's okay."

Calleigh tried again.

"Jordan is a pretty name. What is your last name?"

The quiet and scared voice finally spoke up.

"Grant."

"Jordan Grant. That is beautiful. Do you and your mother live here together?"

"No, we live in Hawaii."

"Are you here on vacation?"

"We're visiting Mr. Bobby."

"Mr. Bobby? Who is he?

"Mommy's Boyfriend."

"Have you seen him today?"

"No. He was gone when the man came in..." Jordan's voice trailed off, obviously upset by the memories that came back. Tears quickly came back to her eyes.

"It's all right, honey. You don't have to say anything else about that right now. Are you hungry?"

The five-year-old nodded.

"Ms. Karen is going to get you some food, okay?"

"Miss Calleigh?"

The way the child said her name made the usually detached officer's heart melt.

"Yes?"

"I want my Daddy."

"Your Daddy? Does he live in Hawaii, too?"

"No, he lives in Nevada. In a hotel."

"What is his name?"

"Billy Grant."

"Okay. You go with Karen, and I'll talk to you more in a little while, okay?"

Jordan nodded silently.

Calleigh turned on her heel and walked into the room where Jordan's mother lay cold and stiff.

"What did you find out?" her boss asked.

"There are two men in the picture, a boyfriend named Bobby and Jordan's father. She didn't seem to know much about Bobby, except that they were visiting him here from Hawaii. Billy Grant, Jordan's father, lives in a hotel in Nevada."

"Okay, where is she now?"

"The paramedic is taking care of her right now."

"Okay, Delko is talking to the real estate rental company, so hopefully he'll come up with something on this Bobby guy. Calleigh, why don't you work up the father? Some guy living in a Nevada hotel sounds suspect, and I want to find out more about...Mr. Billy Grant."

"Like there won't be sixty Billy Grants in Nevada."

"Did you say Billy?"

Calleigh turned to see Ryan coming toward her with a cell phone in his gloved hands.

"Yes."

"There are several numbers saved under 'Billy' in her phone. It's a start."

"That's great. Thanks. I'll take the phone with me back to the lab."

"I'll have the social worker take Jordan there as well, so you can finish processing and questioning her."

"Okay. I'll keep you in on what I'm doing, Horatio."


"Billy, you can't keep this up. No freebie medical care. I'm paying out my ass to take care of our top guests. I promise them first-rate medical care, and when I do bring them to you, you're stitching up a paper cut on a hooker's head."

"She was a showgirl, who you hired, she fell during the dance number on your stage, and it was a three inch laceration that went clear down to the skull."

"Hookers, showgirls—same difference,"

"Tommy..."

"Excuse me, Dr. Grant, there's a phone call for you."

Billy turned to look at his receptionist, who was standing in the exam room doorway.

"Who is it? Jordan?"

"No, no. It's an Officer Duquesne with the Miami Dade Police Department."

"Miami?"

"That's what she said."

The doctor walked quickly to the nearest telephone and picked up the correct line, his boss following the whole way.

"This is Dr. William Grant."

"Dr. Grant, I'm Calleigh Duquesne with Miami-Dade CSI," the voice on the other end drawled. "Do you have a daughter named Jordan?"

"What's wrong with my daughter? Where is she? What happened," he demanded, as panic set it.

"Dr. Grant, I assure you, Jordan is fine. But her mother was found dead in a condo this morning..."

"Oh, God. Was Jordan there when it happened?"

"Yes, and she has been asking for you."

"I'll be on the next plane. Thank you for call--"

"Dr. Grant," Calleigh interrupted. "I want you to know that I will have to ask you some questions when you get here. A formality, really, but all the same..."

"You think I had something to do with this?"

"No, we have no reason to--"

"I don't understand."

"You have a past relationship and current interests with a woman who was found dead this morning. That puts you on a list. I apologize for the inconvenience, but you have to understand that I am just doing my job. You need to come here to get Jordan. I'll see you soon Doctor."

With that, the conversation ended.

Billy put down the phone and tore down the hallway toward his apartment.

"Hey, where're you going? I'm not finished."

"I've got to get a plane to Miami."

"What? Why? What happened?"

"Jordan's mother was murdered last night. Jordan was there. Apparently I am a suspect, and my daughter is asking for me."

"Oh..."

There was an awkward moment of silence as Billy threw clothes in a bag and Tommy searched for something to say.

"Call me a cab and get me on the first plane, Tommy."

"Yeah, yeah, you got it buddy. Look if you need anything else..."

"I'll call you." Billy zipped up the bag and headed down the corridor to the elevator.

"Hey," Tommy called before the doors closed. "Give Jordan a hug from her Uncle Tommy, alright."

The doors closed before he had time to respond...