Title: As The Years Go By
Author: Lori (soap_queen@hotmail.com)
Classification: Future Fic
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But if the writers are out there and they want to give me Woody I won't say no.
Author's Notes: This is my very first Crossing Jordan fic. I hope you like it. ============================================================
Lily Lebowski-Vijayaraghavensatyanaryanamurthy closed her filing cabinet and gave the key a twist, locking it up for the night. She yawned. Three months pregnant and she was already starting to feel the strain.
"Night Lily," Nigel Townsend said poking his head in and waving.
"Night Nige. Going home?"
"Thought I'd stop and see Jordan at the bar. Max's anniversary was yesterday."
"Yeah I know. Bug and I stopped there for dinner yesterday. The kids ate with us while Jordan talked to some of the retirees that had stopped by."
"How'd she seem?" Nigel asked.
"Okay. I mean it was only a year ago that Max had that heart attack. But I think she's handling things better now and have you seen Jesse and Max? I swear Jesse looks just like Jordan."
"That she does," Nigel agreed. "But young Max looks like-"
"Don't tell Jordan that."
"I'm sure she notices."
"Oh, I know she does but no one wants to come right out and say it. Jordan's dad was the only one who could get away with it and even then Jordan hated hearing it."
"I think I'd hate hearing it too."
"Yeah me too. You seen Bug?"
"He's in trace helping Garrett."
Lily nodded, "Okay. I hope he's done soon. I want to go home and put my feet up."
Nigel smiled. "See you in the morning Lily."
"Night."
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Jordan Cavanaugh was not at the bar she'd inherited from her father.
The dark-haired bar owner and part-time M.E. was instead at the home she'd inherited and now occupied making brownies for her daughter, Jesse's, Valentine's Day party at school the next day.
Jesse Emily Cavanaugh was sitting on a stool watching her mother bake while her brother Max was sitting at the table drawing.
"Okay who wants the bowl and who wants the spoon?"
"I got the spoon last time," Max signed to his mother.
"So that means it's Jesse's turn?" Jordan signed back
The brown-haired little girl nodded, "Yes it is."
"Okay then. Here you go," she handed the spoon to her daughter and gave the bowl to her son. Then she put the brownies into the oven and set the timer. "After you two are down with those put them in the sink and go get ready for bed."
"Okay Mom," Max agreed. He was the one that listened. Jesse was more like Jordan; stubborn and pigheaded. She was the one who always ran headlong into trouble.
Max Sr. said that Jesse and Jordan proved the saying 'Like mother, like daughter.'
Jordan frowned at the clock when her doorbell rang. "Don't move Jesse," she said to her daughter when the little girl showed signs of moving for the door to see who it was. "You two stay here. I'm gonna go see who it is."
Jordan made her way to the door and flipped on the porch light. She looked through the window and smiled. It was Nigel.
She pulled open the door, "Hi Nige. What's up?"
"I wanted to see you. So I went by the bar but you weren't there. The lovely Tess told me you'd gone home to bake."
"C'mon in. I had to make brownies for Jesse's class at school tomorrow. The kids are still up," she moved aside and let Nigel enter. Then she called, "Jesse, come in here and bring your brother. Uncle Nige is here."
The two five year olds ran in a few seconds later. "Unca Nige!" Jesse shrieked throwing herself at him. Jesse worshipped Nigel. He knew all the best games and where to find the best computer games.
Max was just as crazy about Nigel but he was more cautious. He waited till Jesse had finished squeezing Nigel before he poked her as a reminder that he wanted a turn to hug Nigel as well. Jesse frowned a little but she moved aside to let her brother in on the hug.
Jordan smiled as she went in the kitchen and let Nigel and the kids play a little. He was good for them. They loved him and he loved them. He'd been around more the last year since her dad had died. So had Garrett and Bug for that matter. She put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and wiped down the counter. She was about to turn off the light and go into the living room when Nigel entered.
"I sent the little nippers off to bed," he said sitting at the kitchen table.
"Thanks," Jordan smiled.
"You work tomorrow right?"
"Yep," the brown-haired woman nodded. Then there was silence. It grew till Jordan couldn't take it anymore. "I'm okay, you know."
"I know."
"Right. That's why you're here checking up on me," Jordan poured them both a glass of wine.
"I am not checking up on you," Nigel protested.
"Liar," Jordan teased.
"Alright maybe I'm checking up on you a little," Nigel admitted.
"Uh-huh," Jordan murmured as they went into the living room and sat on the couch, making themselves comfy. "Garret called me yesterday to ask if I wanted to have dinner. When I said no, he showed up for lunch."
Nigel smiled. "Our fearless leader worries for you."
"I know," Jordan smiled. "But I'm okay, really. It's a bad day yeah but I'm getting through it. The kids help. So do you guys," She smiled.
Nigel smiled too. It'd been a rough year but he was beginning to see some of that Cavanaugh spark return to Jordan's eyes and for that he was glad.
Author: Lori (soap_queen@hotmail.com)
Classification: Future Fic
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But if the writers are out there and they want to give me Woody I won't say no.
Author's Notes: This is my very first Crossing Jordan fic. I hope you like it. ============================================================
Lily Lebowski-Vijayaraghavensatyanaryanamurthy closed her filing cabinet and gave the key a twist, locking it up for the night. She yawned. Three months pregnant and she was already starting to feel the strain.
"Night Lily," Nigel Townsend said poking his head in and waving.
"Night Nige. Going home?"
"Thought I'd stop and see Jordan at the bar. Max's anniversary was yesterday."
"Yeah I know. Bug and I stopped there for dinner yesterday. The kids ate with us while Jordan talked to some of the retirees that had stopped by."
"How'd she seem?" Nigel asked.
"Okay. I mean it was only a year ago that Max had that heart attack. But I think she's handling things better now and have you seen Jesse and Max? I swear Jesse looks just like Jordan."
"That she does," Nigel agreed. "But young Max looks like-"
"Don't tell Jordan that."
"I'm sure she notices."
"Oh, I know she does but no one wants to come right out and say it. Jordan's dad was the only one who could get away with it and even then Jordan hated hearing it."
"I think I'd hate hearing it too."
"Yeah me too. You seen Bug?"
"He's in trace helping Garrett."
Lily nodded, "Okay. I hope he's done soon. I want to go home and put my feet up."
Nigel smiled. "See you in the morning Lily."
"Night."
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Jordan Cavanaugh was not at the bar she'd inherited from her father.
The dark-haired bar owner and part-time M.E. was instead at the home she'd inherited and now occupied making brownies for her daughter, Jesse's, Valentine's Day party at school the next day.
Jesse Emily Cavanaugh was sitting on a stool watching her mother bake while her brother Max was sitting at the table drawing.
"Okay who wants the bowl and who wants the spoon?"
"I got the spoon last time," Max signed to his mother.
"So that means it's Jesse's turn?" Jordan signed back
The brown-haired little girl nodded, "Yes it is."
"Okay then. Here you go," she handed the spoon to her daughter and gave the bowl to her son. Then she put the brownies into the oven and set the timer. "After you two are down with those put them in the sink and go get ready for bed."
"Okay Mom," Max agreed. He was the one that listened. Jesse was more like Jordan; stubborn and pigheaded. She was the one who always ran headlong into trouble.
Max Sr. said that Jesse and Jordan proved the saying 'Like mother, like daughter.'
Jordan frowned at the clock when her doorbell rang. "Don't move Jesse," she said to her daughter when the little girl showed signs of moving for the door to see who it was. "You two stay here. I'm gonna go see who it is."
Jordan made her way to the door and flipped on the porch light. She looked through the window and smiled. It was Nigel.
She pulled open the door, "Hi Nige. What's up?"
"I wanted to see you. So I went by the bar but you weren't there. The lovely Tess told me you'd gone home to bake."
"C'mon in. I had to make brownies for Jesse's class at school tomorrow. The kids are still up," she moved aside and let Nigel enter. Then she called, "Jesse, come in here and bring your brother. Uncle Nige is here."
The two five year olds ran in a few seconds later. "Unca Nige!" Jesse shrieked throwing herself at him. Jesse worshipped Nigel. He knew all the best games and where to find the best computer games.
Max was just as crazy about Nigel but he was more cautious. He waited till Jesse had finished squeezing Nigel before he poked her as a reminder that he wanted a turn to hug Nigel as well. Jesse frowned a little but she moved aside to let her brother in on the hug.
Jordan smiled as she went in the kitchen and let Nigel and the kids play a little. He was good for them. They loved him and he loved them. He'd been around more the last year since her dad had died. So had Garrett and Bug for that matter. She put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and wiped down the counter. She was about to turn off the light and go into the living room when Nigel entered.
"I sent the little nippers off to bed," he said sitting at the kitchen table.
"Thanks," Jordan smiled.
"You work tomorrow right?"
"Yep," the brown-haired woman nodded. Then there was silence. It grew till Jordan couldn't take it anymore. "I'm okay, you know."
"I know."
"Right. That's why you're here checking up on me," Jordan poured them both a glass of wine.
"I am not checking up on you," Nigel protested.
"Liar," Jordan teased.
"Alright maybe I'm checking up on you a little," Nigel admitted.
"Uh-huh," Jordan murmured as they went into the living room and sat on the couch, making themselves comfy. "Garret called me yesterday to ask if I wanted to have dinner. When I said no, he showed up for lunch."
Nigel smiled. "Our fearless leader worries for you."
"I know," Jordan smiled. "But I'm okay, really. It's a bad day yeah but I'm getting through it. The kids help. So do you guys," She smiled.
Nigel smiled too. It'd been a rough year but he was beginning to see some of that Cavanaugh spark return to Jordan's eyes and for that he was glad.