Disclaimer: Just like everyone else, I am not fortunate enough to own any of the Crossing Jordan characters or episodes, and I have nothing to do with the show other then being a fan! I also do not own the Kinks or anything associated with them.

Tired of Waiting

Chapter 1

Jordan smiled to herself as she stepped off of the stage at the karaoke bar, and handed the microphone off to the next victim. She hadn't had that much fun in a long time, of course it would've been more fun if Woody had been able to stay with her.

She hadn't really gotten him the ticket to avoid him. She had gotten it to thank him. She would have never been able to prove Faye's innocence without him. Why she had told him that the ticket was to avoid him? Ok, that was a stupid question. She was afraid…just like she always was when it came to that issue with him. She wasn't going to run this time though; she just needed some time to think.

As she left the bar, she began to think about the song that she had just sung on that stage. "So tired, tired of waiting, tired of waiting for you." Was Woody trying to tell her something by choosing that song? Yet another stupid question…of course he was. But they were so close. If her cell phone had rung right at that moment, then he would be there with her instead of at his concert in Miami.

He told her not to answer it, but she had to. Time was running out and she had to find that evidence to help Faye. She would never have forgiven herself if Faye was executed for a crime that she didn't commit, because she was off with Woody. But then again, she would never forgive herself if nothing ever happened between her and Woody.

She thought of the look on his face when he asked her if she was avoiding him. It killed her to say yes, but she didn't have to confess her love for him in the middle of a karaoke bar. She would be waiting for him in Boston. Waiting. She didn't want to wait anymore. The reason that she was alone now was because she was waiting.

When she got back to her hotel she found herself booking a ticket on the next plane to Miami. As she hung of the phone and started to pack she said to herself,

"I'm tired of waiting. Tired of waiting on myself."