Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, also I have no forensic/health background.
It may be inaccurate, bare with me this is my first ever fanfic. Enjoy!
It's all in my head, literally
3 A.M. Monday
Restlessly, Jordan woke with the worst headache she had imagined.
It felt as though someone had just hit her in the head with something weighing 100 pounds.
God, what do I do? She thought. I can't say anything not one word, besides they would pity me.
They were her morgue family, a group of people who had no one. They had each other.
I especially can't tell Garret, he's been through enough, she thought.
Desperate to sleep, Jordan swallowed an aspirin and went back to bed.
9 A.M. Monday
"What'd do we got anything, Garret?" Jordan asked impatiently as she fidgeted at her desk.
"Surprisingly, nothing. New record 24 hours, no bodies." said Garret.
Relentless, her hand started shaking on her desk.
Gradually, it was gaining speed and starting to pick up in intensity.
"Jordan, what's going on? You're hiding something I can sense it." Garret said.
"Huh? Oh, it's really nothing I'm fidgeting just a bad habit, you know?" Jordan said.
"Really? Then stop." said Garret. Slowly, Jordan managed to stop the shaking
and answered the ringing cell phone.
"Cavanaugh." she answered punctually trying to sound professional.
"Jordan, I've got 2 db's down here. Apparent suicide both had clinical depression.
Husband and wife married 23 years, husband had affair. I'm on 12th and main,
see yea when you get here." Woody said as he hung up.