A Token of Her Affection
(Disclaimer: Neither the show "Crossing Jordan" nor its characters belong to me. I just take them out and play with them, before carefully putting them back where I found them.)
A/N: My first little fan ficlet, kicked out of the nest! Jordan just wanted something to make life a little more bearable today, so I obliged her. (I can't figure out how to get spacers put in between the paragraphs, so I'll post this as a 4 chapter piece.) I'd love to hear what you think of it, and if I should keep writing or stick to reading everyone else's wonderful fics. ;-)
Jordan got out of the car, pushed the door shut with her hip, performed a balancing act with her coffee mug on top of the papers she was carrying, and pressed the lock button on her keychain with her free hand. She headed for the elevator in the parking garage, already thinking about the day's work ahead of her at the morgue. The hint of snow in the air did not bode well for a quiet day; Boston's first snow of the season usually resulted in a barrage of traffic accidents, and more than a few of them sent bodies to the morgue.
Running her fingers through her still-damp curls, Jordan impatiently waited for the elevator. She reached to push the call button a second time, and promptly dropped her car keys on the floor. "See?" She mumbled to herself. "This is why I don't like mornings." Awkwardly bending to retrieve the keys, she spied the glint of a coin next to them, and scooped it up as well. The elevator chose that moment to arrive, and she shoveled keys and coin into her jacket pocket without a second look.