Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Crossing Jordan.
A/N: This is an AU story; I did not see any of season five and only know what I have read about. This story is written as though it never happened. This is my very first fanfic ever please read and review. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1
…His blue eyes gazed upon her lovingly. She began to shiver a little and she wasn't sure if it was simply because of the early spring weather or because of the fact that she was standing so close to him. He put his arms around her and pulled her into him. He leaned down to kiss her and their lips brush….
The ringing of a cell phone jolted her awake. She grumbles into the air "just as it was getting good the damn phone has to start ringing," slightly irritated at having been woken from one the best dreams she had had in a while. The phone lets out another shrill ring. "Ok, Ok, I coming keep your pants on," she thought to herself. She picks the phone up off of her bedside table and flips it open. "Cavanaugh," she yawned sleepily into the receiver as she stretched.
"There's been a murder and we need to get down there," Macy said.
"But it's my night off can't one of the others take it." Jordan complained, already knowing the answer but hoping her boss will find it in his heart to give her a break.
"The responding detective requested you specifically. Here's the address," Garret told her.
Jordan scribbled the address on a piece of scratch paper that she had found lying near her bed. Reluctantly, she stood up out of bed and stretched. She walks over to her closet to find some clothes. She quickly chooses an outfit, gets dressed and searches her room for something to tie her hair back with. After a few minutes of searching she finds a ponytail holder and pulls her back into a sloppy bun and heads into the living room. She grabs her car keys off the bar in the kitchen and heads out to her car.
Everything quickly passes by her as she speeds to the scene of the murder. She arrives at a beautiful two story house in a seemingly nice residential area. She pulls up in front of a two story dark brick house with a small covered porch and Greek columns. Obviously the house belonged to someone who had a decent career and more than likely a large family considering the size of the house, or at least plans to have one.
Jordan stepped out of her car and headed for the front door. A uniformed officer stood in the doorway making sure that no one was allowed to cross the yellow tape. She didn't recognize the officer at the door, he must be new she noted and flashed her badge for him to see. He grabbed the tape and lifted just enough for Jordan to slip through.
Once inside she glanced around the enormous house and noticed that was immaculately decorated, most likely a professional job. Considering the neighborhood she was probably correct. Most of the people that lived in this subdivision were doctors, lawyers, or otherwise successful people.
"The victim is in the den," one of the uniformed officers told Jordan and pointed her in the right direction.
She walked down the three or four steps that led from the kitchen into the den. Papers littered the room, furniture was turned over, and drawers were emptied and thrown on the floor. It looked as though the killer must have been looking for something in particular. She saw the victim lying on the floor in front of the sofa with a book lying at his side. Jordan knelt down beside of the body and began her initial exam.
