My Heart
A/N: Someone emailed me asking to write a CJ story.. I'm gonna start the third piece of the "this love" story line. It' s gonna be slow, I don't have a lot of time to write and I have a bunch of West Wing stuff to do and my X files fic is all but abandoned .- Lori
My heart can't take this cover up.. you left me..
Ten years after The Reason.
Woody pressed his thumb against the right side of the bio-identification pad of the elevator, stepping back as it kicked into motion and moved to the top floor of the Monticito. He leaned back against the wall, absently rubbing his back and going through the list of things in his head.
The elevator beeped at him. He glanced down at the screen on the security device catching the flashing message 'Continue with authorization, Mate?' He pressed his thumb to the opposite side of the pad , grinning a little as he did. He rarely noticed it anymore, the way Nigel had programed it as if it was him standing there flipping the controls himself. He guessed it was his own way of feeling as if he had done everything he could to insure their safety.
The elevator door slid open and he made his way down the hallway passed Danny's and to his door, thumbing another pad and typing in the code as the door clicked open. The red light blinking in ten second warning as he slipped through.
"Hi Dad." Ellie yelled over the noise of her I-pod. Woody gave her a look and the twelve year old obediently turned it down.
"You're going to go deaf." He said simply tossing his bag on the table and peaking under the lid of the pot on the stove. He made a face. "This can't be good."
"Yeah." Ellie muttered following her father's gaze towards the back bedroom. "You're public enemy number one."
Woody winced.
The alarm system beeped diligently and Woody glanced at the screen.
"Drew's home early." He whispered watching the image of his son in the elevator.
"He didn't have soccer." Ellie told her father.
"Still. It's Friday." Woody took the lid off of the pot and scrapped the edges of the.. what ever it was.. off of the sides before moving it off of the burner. "Is she sleeping?"
"I don't know." Ellie shook her head slowly. "There was yelling." Hoyt rolled his eyes picking up the phone and dialing.
"Mike?" He sighed leaning against the wall. "I'm sending the kids down for dinner."
Ellie raised her eyebrows and got to her feet, the door beeped again. She opened it before her brother had a chance.
"Come on." She muttered.
"What?" He muttered looking at his sister.
"We're going down to dinner."
"What did he do now?" Andrew looked over his head at his father.
"Go." Woody shook his head at him in mild amusement. "Don't leave the house!" He shouted after them, tapping the security screen as a reminder as his son glanced back.
"You're in no position to make threats Dad." His fourteen year old son called back in jest as the door slammed shut.
Woody looked at the door to his bedroom, running his hands through his hair before moving towards it.
"Hey." He called slowly, pushing the door open.
"Don't talk to me." She moaned.
"That bad?"
"I'm going to kill you."
"Did you eat?"
"Ug."
"Jordan.."
"I hate you."
"I know. You still need to eat." He sat down on the edge of the bed smoothing his hand up her arm, over her shoulder and into her hair.
"This is all your fault."
"Technically no."
"How many times did I ask?"
"You weren't exactly persistent." He smirked.
"Woody I offered to do it myself." She moaned.
"Can't imagine why that turned me off to the idea.." He mumbled to himself.
"I'm dying." She whined. He smoothed his hand over her cheek.
"You're not dying. You're pregnant. I'm pretty sure that's the opposite of dying."
"I'm forty five. Have you ever been pregnant and forty five?"
"No." He whispered leaning down and kissing her cheek.
"Then shut up." She mumbled pressing her forehead against him for a second.
"Okay." He pressed a kiss to her lips. "How about I make spaghetti?"
He watched her consider it, stroking the hair away from her face..
"No garlic. No onions.." Woody whispered as she closed her eyes.
"Okay." She whispered. "Don't think that I forgive you."
"Never." He grinned.
Truthfully the topic of him having a vasectomy had come up twice. During both Drew and Ellie's labor. Jordan's offer to preform the service herself had come two months ago while they were waiting for the pregnancy test results.
"Matt called." She whispered as he got to the door.
"Yeah?"
"Something about an old case.."
"I'll call him back."
"Kay."
Back in Boston Matt Seely was waiting for him to.
He sat at his desk, rubbing his hand over his face in disbelief. Not now.
Not after all this time.
You didn't find something out like this after all this time..
He swallowed hard and looked at the finger prints again.
They matched, he told himself. It was a match.
He was sure now. He was sure who killed Emily Cavanaugh.