Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Crossing Jordan.
A/N: I'm so bad for this. I know I'm never going to get anything done. However, this idea was clawing its way out of my mind. I had to write it. It's not going to get as much attention as my other stories since they've been around forever but I will complete it. It's not a long story, just one I have to put effort into completing.
Wasted Time
Introduction
The moon hung in the night sky, settled between the stars, emitting a glow that seemed surreal. Garret Macy sat in his office staring out into the sky. His head ached from the last few days, the last few weeks. He had no idea where his daughter was, Jordan was on the lam, being framed for a murder she claimed she did not commit. His love life had been on a standstill since Renee had broken his heart, something he would never verbally admit. His heart had shattered when he'd learned of her affair. A void he had not been able to fill.
He no longer felt any control for his own life. He felt like he was watching his life through a glass window. He was unable to change anything. He could only watch his own demise. Frustrated with the stress that overwhelmed him, he pulled out his hidden bottle of scotch and secretly poured it into his mug. No one ever had to know. It was just for a little while, just until his life was back on track.
The amber liquid disappeared quickly, leaving him with a sensation of peace, one he hadn't felt in a long time. He tossed his head back and watched the stars dancing in the black sky. They twinkled so brightly surrounding the large, round, ominous moon. There was something about the moon that enticed him. It felt mystical to him, something else he would never verbally admit. His secrets and private thoughts were all he had left.
Finally succumbing to his sudden exhaustion, he made his way down to the car park and climbed into his car. He turned it on and started driving slowly out onto the Boston streets. He came upon a red light, but wasn't paying attention to the colour of the light as he drove through, remembering why he had become so fond of drinking. The next sound heard was metal on metal as a Dodge Caravan collided into Garrets car. His skull smashed against the window and blood splashed from the head wound. He slipped out of consciousness but not before hearing, "Somebody call 911."
