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Author: Jenna Nelson (a.k.a sweet-rush37 or jordancavanaugh37)
Title: Sweet scars of paradise
Chapter 1: Scars of Sweet Paradise
Summary: Jordan and are dear Woodrow are forced to spend a little quality time together when they get locked in a cellar together
Rated: PG13 for language
Woody's POV
"Jordan!" I screamed at the disconnected cell phone, are third fight in a week. Over crap as stupid as where we were going for dinner that night. "Let me guess, Hurricane Jordan?" a British voice said behind me, startling me back to reality. "How'd you guess?" He gave me a ghost of a smile, "Not to worry mate, she does it to all of us, she gets you right where she wants you and WHAM, you're her supper." "Thanks for the details," he and I ducked under the yellow crime scene tape. "Alright back to work, what have we here Woodrow?" "Dead Woman, Twenties, strangled," Nigel examined the body carefully "Woodrow, have a look at this, Lavitity marks on her back suggests her body was dumped here, her hyoid bone is broke, as time of death goes I'll have to do a liver temp, but if you look at the discoloration on her eyes suggests somewhere in between Twelve thirty to two yesterday morn." "okay," I dutifully noted in my trusty pad of paper. "I'm here temping for Peter, he should be by in five to ten, he was caught in traffic, so he says. I have some trace to run... Cheer mate," before I knew it he was off, in his car and gone.
That night I made my way to the pouge mahone, if she wasn't at work or at home she was here. The cheery doorbell announced my arrival as I looked around for Jordan, as I always did when we had an argument, I ended up crawling back, begging for forgiveness. "Hey Woodrow what can I get for you?" Joe the part time bartender asked, his happy face was for the first time actually annoying. "just, a, ah, a Sam Adams Logger." He looked at me with sympathetic watery eyes. "Jordan isn't it?" I shrugged "that obvious?" he chuckled "when is it not Jordan with you." It was my turn to laugh "how true is that, better make it a scotch... neat." He handed me a glass half full with the brown liquid. "Here's to love!" I announced sucking down the stinging drink without cringing. I leaned against the bar as Joe wandered off to take someone's order, the countertop felt cool against my skin. "Hey Woody, how's it hanging." Jordan sauntered over sitting down on the barstool next to me like it was her throne, I tried to ignore her, she was wearing a wine colored camisole with a gauzy white blouse over it and tight in all the right places leather pants, her hair was straight, pulled back in a taut ponytail. "Come on let's dance," she grabbed my hand and tried to lug me off of my barstool, to no avail. "Jordan, I have to tell you something..." she smiled "apology accepted" she announced with that my eyes fell. "Jordan could you leave me alone for a little while? Please." She looked a little hurt but nodded and went to join Lily and Devan at a table near the jukebox. I finished off my drink and stood, if she was my friend she'd have to sweat a little.
Jordan's POV
I wasn't entirely sure of why he was angry with me, I mean yeah we had, had a small disagreement over something he was trying to tell me and when I got uncomfortable I cut him off and we got into a shouting match over the phone. It wasn't over that? We had a lot of fights, he always came back to apologize. "Jordan, earth to Jordan!" Devan was waving her hand in front of my face "sorry, yeah um, what?" "What do you want to drink?" "Uh, just a rum and coke thanks." Lily interjected softly before I could return to my thoughts. "Jordan what's wrong?" I managed a smile "nothing just distracted." I hoped that would be the end of the conversation, I shouldn't be so lucky. "This distraction wouldn't happen to answer to 'Woodrow Hoyt would it?" Devan asked handing me a drink. "Maybe," I muttered, "What is it?" Lily asked concern thick in her voice.
"nothing, we just have been fighting a lot lately and today he started to tell me something that made me a little uncomfortable so I cut him off, and now he's pissed of me I'm not even sure why." Lily and Devan shared a look, "what was he trying to tell you?" Devan asked with a hint of curiosity "Nothing, he just said that he'd like us to be a little more than friends and I got nervous... that's all.." their was that look again, "Jordan you didn't" Lily exclaimed, "what?" "He's only been in love with you since that S&M murder case you guys worked on together." Lily cut in "I saw from my first day here, he totally loves you and you cut him off!" Devan interrupted "I'd be mad at you too," Devan muttered under her breath. "Oh, well. I'll see him tomorrow right?" I questioned my authority on this point, was it wise to let this thing simmer over night.
Author: Jenna Nelson (a.k.a sweet-rush37 or jordancavanaugh37)
Title: Sweet scars of paradise
Chapter 1: Scars of Sweet Paradise
Summary: Jordan and are dear Woodrow are forced to spend a little quality time together when they get locked in a cellar together
Rated: PG13 for language
Woody's POV
"Jordan!" I screamed at the disconnected cell phone, are third fight in a week. Over crap as stupid as where we were going for dinner that night. "Let me guess, Hurricane Jordan?" a British voice said behind me, startling me back to reality. "How'd you guess?" He gave me a ghost of a smile, "Not to worry mate, she does it to all of us, she gets you right where she wants you and WHAM, you're her supper." "Thanks for the details," he and I ducked under the yellow crime scene tape. "Alright back to work, what have we here Woodrow?" "Dead Woman, Twenties, strangled," Nigel examined the body carefully "Woodrow, have a look at this, Lavitity marks on her back suggests her body was dumped here, her hyoid bone is broke, as time of death goes I'll have to do a liver temp, but if you look at the discoloration on her eyes suggests somewhere in between Twelve thirty to two yesterday morn." "okay," I dutifully noted in my trusty pad of paper. "I'm here temping for Peter, he should be by in five to ten, he was caught in traffic, so he says. I have some trace to run... Cheer mate," before I knew it he was off, in his car and gone.
That night I made my way to the pouge mahone, if she wasn't at work or at home she was here. The cheery doorbell announced my arrival as I looked around for Jordan, as I always did when we had an argument, I ended up crawling back, begging for forgiveness. "Hey Woodrow what can I get for you?" Joe the part time bartender asked, his happy face was for the first time actually annoying. "just, a, ah, a Sam Adams Logger." He looked at me with sympathetic watery eyes. "Jordan isn't it?" I shrugged "that obvious?" he chuckled "when is it not Jordan with you." It was my turn to laugh "how true is that, better make it a scotch... neat." He handed me a glass half full with the brown liquid. "Here's to love!" I announced sucking down the stinging drink without cringing. I leaned against the bar as Joe wandered off to take someone's order, the countertop felt cool against my skin. "Hey Woody, how's it hanging." Jordan sauntered over sitting down on the barstool next to me like it was her throne, I tried to ignore her, she was wearing a wine colored camisole with a gauzy white blouse over it and tight in all the right places leather pants, her hair was straight, pulled back in a taut ponytail. "Come on let's dance," she grabbed my hand and tried to lug me off of my barstool, to no avail. "Jordan, I have to tell you something..." she smiled "apology accepted" she announced with that my eyes fell. "Jordan could you leave me alone for a little while? Please." She looked a little hurt but nodded and went to join Lily and Devan at a table near the jukebox. I finished off my drink and stood, if she was my friend she'd have to sweat a little.
Jordan's POV
I wasn't entirely sure of why he was angry with me, I mean yeah we had, had a small disagreement over something he was trying to tell me and when I got uncomfortable I cut him off and we got into a shouting match over the phone. It wasn't over that? We had a lot of fights, he always came back to apologize. "Jordan, earth to Jordan!" Devan was waving her hand in front of my face "sorry, yeah um, what?" "What do you want to drink?" "Uh, just a rum and coke thanks." Lily interjected softly before I could return to my thoughts. "Jordan what's wrong?" I managed a smile "nothing just distracted." I hoped that would be the end of the conversation, I shouldn't be so lucky. "This distraction wouldn't happen to answer to 'Woodrow Hoyt would it?" Devan asked handing me a drink. "Maybe," I muttered, "What is it?" Lily asked concern thick in her voice.
"nothing, we just have been fighting a lot lately and today he started to tell me something that made me a little uncomfortable so I cut him off, and now he's pissed of me I'm not even sure why." Lily and Devan shared a look, "what was he trying to tell you?" Devan asked with a hint of curiosity "Nothing, he just said that he'd like us to be a little more than friends and I got nervous... that's all.." their was that look again, "Jordan you didn't" Lily exclaimed, "what?" "He's only been in love with you since that S&M murder case you guys worked on together." Lily cut in "I saw from my first day here, he totally loves you and you cut him off!" Devan interrupted "I'd be mad at you too," Devan muttered under her breath. "Oh, well. I'll see him tomorrow right?" I questioned my authority on this point, was it wise to let this thing simmer over night.