Captive

"That's it! I've had enough!"

BANG!!

My shoulder was aching like crazy. I couldn't really see what had happened because he was the only one with a light and I could tell that he wasn't exactly going to shine it on my shoulder for me to see what had happened. Painfully I reached my right hand up and gently touched my left shoulder. Awww!! Bad idea. Pain shot through my arm, down my back and down to my toes. I was pretty sure that I was bleeding because there was this feeling about the texture I had on my hands, that reminded me a lot of the kind of feeling I had when I helped Woody after he had been shot. I'll never forget that feeling.

"Well, that worked." He laughed crudely. "Note to self: To make a woman shut up, shoot her shoulder." Again I heard a laugh.

I had the mind to yell out a lot of things then but I decided against it, thinking that I didn't want to have the same pain in the other arm as well. So I kept quiet.

Taking my mind off my shoulder, I tried to remember where I was and what I was doing here. Ok, I remember going to Woody's to check up on him. I left there and then… Oh I don't remember. The harder I try to think about it the more I forget.

"You trying to plan a way out of here, Jordan" There was another laugh. "Not going to work sorry and no one can save you because, my dear, no one knows that you're here." He walked up to me and wiped his hand down the side of my face.

I used all my might to restrain myself from pulling away or even biting him. I was about to shout something at him as he once again tried to stroke my face, when I heard shouting coming from outside.

"Police, open up!"

He looked shocked for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

"Ha ha. Yeah right. 'You have 10 secs to come out with your hands up or' blah blah blah." He mocked.

I could only stare at him. 'This guy has some serious problems. Well so do I but still…' I thought. A muffled laugh came out of my mouth as I thought about how much like this guy I was. But as soon as it came out, I regretted it.

"What's so funny, Cavanaugh?" He walked over to me. "Did you contact them?" He poked my arm and then once again laughed. "Nah you couldn't have could you? Because you're here with me with no phone or contact advise…"

He walked over to me and checked me over. "You're wired?" he said with a smile.

I couldn't understand why this guy was smiling. He had just found out that I had wires on me, which were somehow connected to the police, and they were now standing outside the building (wherever and whatever building it was), and yet this guy wasn't scared? Weird.

"So you did contact the police? Smart girl, no wonder the police use you all the time." He sighed and then laughed.

'The police use me all the time?' I thought to myself. 'Why? What for?'

"Rick Stevens, come out with your hands up or we'll have to come in there!" The police demanded again.

"How do they know my name? Your friend mustn't be as dumb as he looks. Oh well… Looks like we are going to have to go outside for a walk together, dear Jordan."

What does he mean 'my friend mustn't be as dumb as he looks'? Suddenly it snapped. Woody! Woody's a cop and my best friend! I help him with cases sometimes but actually I'm only a Medical Examiner, well I was a Medical Examiner…

"Come on Jordan. Let's go." He walked up to me, untied my feet and pulled my back against his chest. He held something, which I assume was the gun, to my temple and instructed me to walk.

The light was blinding as we finally got outside.

"Guns down or I'll shoot Jordan here, right in the temple." Rick said, showing me a sickenly-sweet smile.

"Shoot her and your dead!" I heard a familiar voice shout back.

Rick just laughed.

"I'll make you a deal, you let her go and in return you can have me." The voice was again Woody's but this time I could see him clearly.

"No Woody!" I shouted back. I sure wasn't going to let this mad man take Woody.

"Shut up or you're dead!" Rick shouted at me, pressing the gun harder against my head. He turned his attention back to Woody.

"Hmm," He started, thinking out loud. "Well… I would have more of a chance of getting what I want, holding a Detective captive." He paused, as though he was seriously thinking about it. "But… holding this certain young lady captive is also getting me what I want because there is this certain detective who would do anything to have Jordan safe," He laughed, "Including even offering himself in exchange for her." Again he laughed and took his freehand and ran it down my good arm. I got goose bumps but not for a good reason.

I looked at Woody and saw pure hatred in his eyes. If the guy next to him hadn't have been holding his arm, I know that he would've lunged at Rick and tried to kill him. Whether or not he would have succeeded, I don't know.

"Aahh, someone's protective. Sorry mate but she's all mine." Rick laughed again and looked generally pleased with himself.

"What do you want? I mean in exchange for Jordan?" Woody asked him angrily.

Rick just laughed. "You think I'm going to give up this gorgeous brunette quite yet! Ha. I'll call you in 30 minutes with demands. For now, Jordan and I are going to go back inside."

'Maybe, just maybe, he's stupid enough to turn around and make me walk in first.' I thought hopefully, trying to take my mind off of the fact that his hand was touching my shoulder, which I might add, was still bleeding but a lot slower.

With one last look at Woody, I was turned around.

Rick glanced over his shoulder and shouted, "Any movement behind us and she's…"

BANG!!

"Nooooo!!" I screamed, "Woody!!" The grip on me was released as I heard another shot.

I wasn't worried about me at that moment, all I could think about was Woody. I ran over to him, only to be pushed away by awaiting paramedics, who were meant to be there for me.

One of the other cops held me back as I still tried to make my way to Woody. They put a mask on him and lifted him onto a bed. They then put him into the ambulance.

"I'm going with him." I said determinedly, as I pulled away from the guy holding me. They didn't object but I think that was only because they wanted to check on my condition as well.

The drive to the hospital seemed to take forever. I sat beside Woody and rubbed his hand. The medics were constantly checking him and talking in there own lingo.

I talked quietly to Woody and told him comforting things. He wasn't conscious but I still felt like he could hear me.

The monitors started beeping fiercely and the doctors pushed me back out of the road. I was frozen in fear. I didn't want to lose him. No, I couldn't lose Woody. I loved him and I knew, but I had to let him know that I loved him and needed him. We'd danced this dance too many times already. It had to stop.

"No Woody, don't do this to me, Please don't do this to me, I love you Woody, I need you to be okay and to stay with me. Please Woody, please." I yelled over the beeping noise. Some of the medics looked at me for a second, but then instantly went back to working on Woody.

We arrived at the hospital and they ran Woody's bed inside. Doctors were buzzing everywhere as a nurse escorted me into the hospital ward.

I stood outside the door to his room and watched all these strangers rush around Woody and put strange things on him. A doctor saw me at the window and signalled one of the nurses to close the blind. Tears were forming in my eyes as I stared at the closed blind.

A nurse came and took me to another room and then a doctor came and checked me all over. I wasn't worried about what he was doing, all I could think of is Woody. He was in that room all by himself and I could do nothing to help him.

I felt the doctor doing something with my shoulder. It hurt like anything but I told myself that I need to think about Woody right now. He was in more pain then me.

"There, it's out." I heard the doctor say. I had to think a while as to what he was talking about, but then I remember the bullet.

He wrapped my shoulder and then put my arm into a sling. He handed me a box of tablets, all the while explaining the dosage to me. I tried to listen but I just couldn't comprehend exactly what he was saying, my mind and heart was in the next room.

"Miss Cavanaugh?" he started, realising that I wasn't really listening.

"Umm… Could you just write it down please Doctor?"

"Sure." He said, nodding understandably.

"Excuse me Doctor Cart, Umm Doctor Lock sent me here to get Miss Cavanaugh, when you're finished with her of course. Mr Hoyt is awake and he's asking for Miss Cavanaugh." A nurse explained to my doctor.

I didn't hear anything until the nurse mentioned Woody and as soon as that was said, I was up off of the bed and heading towards Woody's room. I didn't even knock, just walked straight in and rushed over to Woody.

"Jordan, Jordan." He was repeatedly calling.

"Woody, I'm here." I told him, rubbing his hand softly.

"Jordan. Are you okay?" Woody asked anxiously.

"Wood, I'm fine."

"Jo, I need to tell you something…" he started. He was quickly losing his strength.

"Shhh Woods, shhh. It's okay but don't talk. Okay?"

He nodded, his eyes drooping.

"Get some sleep, Wood, I'll be here when you wake up." I ran my hair through his hair and kissed his forehead. "I love you Woody." I said standing to make my way over to the chair that wasn't far from his bed.

"I love you too Jordan." I heard his hoarsely reply, before dozing off.

Hearing those words, I was scared. My first thought was to run. I looked to the door and then back to the bed. Woody loved me!