A/N – I'm Jewish so if this Christmas stuff seems forced or confused, I apologize now
Be Still My Love
It was winter, approaching Christmas time and it seemed like everyone in the city of Boston was getting into the spirit of the holiday. Even Jordan had gotten dressed up for the holiday. Walking into the break room with a dull green sweatshirt with a Christmas tree on it she received plenty of chuckles from her coworkers. Nigel wasn't about to let that go by without a joke.
"Jordan Cavanaugh getting into Christmas, has hell finally gone frosty?" he asked in his thick British accent.
"Oh come on Nige, it's not like I've never gotten into the holiday spirit…" she pushed him away from the coffee as she yawned. Pulling a double shift made her head spin when she thought about the fact that her car was in the shop and she'd probably be catching a ride home with one of her equally exhausted coworkers. The coffee pot came up empty and she frowned, peering into the cabinets, searching for more grounds. "Coffee?"
"Yes, it would be nice if we had some, thank you for volunteering Jordan," Garrets voice pierced the air. The chief M.E. was not in a good mood and Jordan was supposed to have bought more coffee to cover her recent binges of the stuff of late. "Take someone with you… I don't want you freezing to death."
"Garret it's across the street, I'm not going to get hypothermia in the two minutes it's going to take to walk from building to building." Jordan protested. Pushing a button on the interior of her sweatshirt, the Christmas tree lit up, glowing brightly and forcing her colleagues to look away, "Besides, I've got to try out my new flashlight."
"Alright, fine, but be back in 10 minutes." He commanded.
"Aye, aye, captain," she saluted as she exited. Moments later a horn blared and a crash could be heard out the closed windows. Lying still on a now quiet street was the M.E., her sweatshirt casting an eerie glow over her washed out features.