The Wind Cries Mommy - Part 1
Note: This scene starts from the very end of Pandora's Trunk, Part 2 (the season finale of Crossing Jordan.) We'll all be pondering the many, many turns next season could take, and this is what has been playing through my head.
All characters belong to Tom Kring, NBC, and everybody in between. But you knew that. On with the show!
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She heard the shots ring out. She was home from school. What did school mean now? The shots from the darkness, and Jordan had only one thought. "Mom! Mommy!" she cried. "Daddy! Where are they taking you? Where's Mommy? Daddy!" She had broken away from the detective, be he had caught up with her. She felt his strong hand shaking her shoulder, and it was not gentle.
"Jordan! Jordan!" She heard his insistent voice with its thick Boston brogue.
"No, I want my daddy. I don't want you, give me back my daddy." she muttered adamantly.
"Your daddy's here, Jordan. It's okay. It'll all be okay."
Her eyes opened, hesitantly, and she found herself in the fetal position. The two men, her father, her significant other, knelt on either side of her. "Oh, god, what happened? Where's James?"
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Detective Hoyt dashed towards her apartment. As he heard the gun go off, not once but twice, his only thought was for Jordan. He had little idea what he would find behind that door, but he feared the worst.
Upon seeing Malden on the floor, it was a mix of shock and relief. It meant that, maybe, Jordan was still alive, but her father had just killed his boss. "Put the gun down, Max." He was looking down the barrel of it, and he made sure that Max had a similar view. How much has he had? Woody thought. "Put it the gun down."
His head was spinning. Here he was in a standoff with the father of the love of his life. This was so messed up. He wanted to go back to Wisconsin, to Jordan's "waving fields of Camembert."
The detective started to say something, but he was interrupted by a voice that could not be mistaken. "Mom! Mommy!" she called, her low, husky voice taking on a strange childlike quality. He could tell Max heard it, too. And, at the very same moment, they turned, and exclaimed, "Jordan."
Well, that sobered him up fast, thought Woody, as he gently took the gun from a distracted Max Cavanaugh. "Jordan? Jordan!"
They soon found her curled up in a darkened corner of the apartment.
~~~~~
"Where's James?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied Max. "Lie down, now. Everything's gonna be alright."
Meanwhile, Woody had started making phone calls. An ambulance, police, the medical examiner's office. All would be there in a short time.
~~~~~
He had crouched in silence in the shadows at the other side of the room. Any way out, Sis? he wondered, or am I trapped here? As if in answer, her voice called, and the two men went over to her almost immediately. Thanks for the distraction, Sis. He slipped out the door, and dashed off, looking for an escape route. The door clicked closed behind him, which he regretted, but there was nothing for it. No turning back now.
~~~~~
Woody had started at the sound of the door. "What is it?" asked Max.
"I don't know. Nothing. It was nothing."
"No, seriously, what was it?"
"My imagination. Jordan," he turned his attention back to her, "what happened?"
"Drugged. He put. drugs in my scotch."
"Who?"
"Malden."
"Damn, it, Jordan, I told you to stay away from him," Max cut in.
"Oh, so this is all my fault?" She was regaining some strength. Jordan clutched her head, "I'm going to have such a hangover."
Note: This scene starts from the very end of Pandora's Trunk, Part 2 (the season finale of Crossing Jordan.) We'll all be pondering the many, many turns next season could take, and this is what has been playing through my head.
All characters belong to Tom Kring, NBC, and everybody in between. But you knew that. On with the show!
~~~~~
She heard the shots ring out. She was home from school. What did school mean now? The shots from the darkness, and Jordan had only one thought. "Mom! Mommy!" she cried. "Daddy! Where are they taking you? Where's Mommy? Daddy!" She had broken away from the detective, be he had caught up with her. She felt his strong hand shaking her shoulder, and it was not gentle.
"Jordan! Jordan!" She heard his insistent voice with its thick Boston brogue.
"No, I want my daddy. I don't want you, give me back my daddy." she muttered adamantly.
"Your daddy's here, Jordan. It's okay. It'll all be okay."
Her eyes opened, hesitantly, and she found herself in the fetal position. The two men, her father, her significant other, knelt on either side of her. "Oh, god, what happened? Where's James?"
~~~~~~
Detective Hoyt dashed towards her apartment. As he heard the gun go off, not once but twice, his only thought was for Jordan. He had little idea what he would find behind that door, but he feared the worst.
Upon seeing Malden on the floor, it was a mix of shock and relief. It meant that, maybe, Jordan was still alive, but her father had just killed his boss. "Put the gun down, Max." He was looking down the barrel of it, and he made sure that Max had a similar view. How much has he had? Woody thought. "Put it the gun down."
His head was spinning. Here he was in a standoff with the father of the love of his life. This was so messed up. He wanted to go back to Wisconsin, to Jordan's "waving fields of Camembert."
The detective started to say something, but he was interrupted by a voice that could not be mistaken. "Mom! Mommy!" she called, her low, husky voice taking on a strange childlike quality. He could tell Max heard it, too. And, at the very same moment, they turned, and exclaimed, "Jordan."
Well, that sobered him up fast, thought Woody, as he gently took the gun from a distracted Max Cavanaugh. "Jordan? Jordan!"
They soon found her curled up in a darkened corner of the apartment.
~~~~~
"Where's James?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied Max. "Lie down, now. Everything's gonna be alright."
Meanwhile, Woody had started making phone calls. An ambulance, police, the medical examiner's office. All would be there in a short time.
~~~~~
He had crouched in silence in the shadows at the other side of the room. Any way out, Sis? he wondered, or am I trapped here? As if in answer, her voice called, and the two men went over to her almost immediately. Thanks for the distraction, Sis. He slipped out the door, and dashed off, looking for an escape route. The door clicked closed behind him, which he regretted, but there was nothing for it. No turning back now.
~~~~~
Woody had started at the sound of the door. "What is it?" asked Max.
"I don't know. Nothing. It was nothing."
"No, seriously, what was it?"
"My imagination. Jordan," he turned his attention back to her, "what happened?"
"Drugged. He put. drugs in my scotch."
"Who?"
"Malden."
"Damn, it, Jordan, I told you to stay away from him," Max cut in.
"Oh, so this is all my fault?" She was regaining some strength. Jordan clutched her head, "I'm going to have such a hangover."