AN: My first crossing jordan fic....love the show, thanks to whoever started the category. I've been waiting for this one to get started!
Jordan sighed and hit her snooze button. It was too early...too damn early. She'd been up all night after work...well, after going to her dad's place. Evelyn almost refused to tell him she'd arrived, but luckily he was a light sleeper. Evelyn wasn't giving in. She stood and glared at them, glared at Jordan. Max finally told her to go to bed, he finally yelled at her. But they solved the case. Like they always did. Her father liked helping her, otherwise he wouldn't do it.
The alarm sounded again...crap, had it been 10 minutes already? She was really going to be late for work if she didn't get in the shower. She dragged herself out of bed, cursing whoever decided that work should start at 7:30am.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Jordan, I need you to take this case for me, I have a meeting."
"Sure Garret, just let me throw my jacket down."
"And could you at least *pretend* you're sorry for being late?"
"I'll do my best."
"That's my girl."
"Very funny, Garret." She smiled at him and took the file from his outstretched hand. "Go, go, I've got it."
"See ya later, Jordan. Try not to have too much fun without me." He smiled back at her and turned to go, pulling his coat on and walking to the door. Lily stopped him on the way out.
"Dr. Macy, you have a phone call."
"Lily, you can call me Garret. And I'm running a little late for my meeting, is it important?"
"It's Abby's principal."
He groaned and headed into the office to take the call. Lily, use...one of the other phones and call this number.." He handed her a business card. "Tell them I can't make the meeting."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Lily." He grabbed the phone and barked a quick less-than-thrilled hello. "Yes, this is Abby's father. What has she done this time?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Linda Margaret Hansen, 35. Found at 3:45 PM on dining room floor. Dead approx. 5 hours.
It went on like that...ten year old daughter, husband was at work...she was just cleaning up. They found a mop lying next to her. She'd been stabbed in the chest, hadn't been found until the daughter's bus dropped her off from school.
Jordan sighed and snapped on her rubber gloves, reminding herself to take a trip to the crime scene, just to check things out. Now for the angle on the wound....
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jordan had been over the body for forensic evidence at least five times already. Nothing. Not a trace of skin under the nails, no good fingerprints. Whoever had done this was plotting carefully. The murder weapon was long gone..and so was the bastard who'd done this.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Abigail, what the *hell* were you thinking?"
"Goddamit, it's not like I had some heroin or something. Chill out. I didn't even smoke the shit."
"Watch your damn mouth! And it was enough to get you suspended...and mandatory drug counseling too."
"Dad, it's just pot! Everyone has it."
"Yeah, you'll see what your mother says about that one. I don't know how you could be so stupid."
"It's not my fault! It fell out of my stupid bag, it's not like I was blazing in school or anything."
"Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first place, Abby..." Garret's tirade was interrupted by a sharp knock. "That's probably your mother now," he said icily as he opened the door.
"Not even close," Jordan smiled as she entered the office. "Abby, Garret, hello. Garret, they need you in the conference room. Victim's family wants to see the supervisor."
"Oh, lovely...Abby, sit here and don't you dare move. Your mother will be here in 10 minutes."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So, which family is it? Homeless woman with heart failure, or decapitated businessman?"
"Oh, there is no family, Garret. You know me better than that by now." Jordan winked at him, a sly smile gracing her face.
"Of course, Dr. Cavanaugh can handle *any* family member." He chuckled a little. "So, why'd you drag me out here?"
"To prevent a homocide, maybe? Seriously, seemed pretty heated in there."
"I always thought you should become a detective...now you seem to be into keeping the peace. Am I going to have to call you Officer Cavanaugh?"
"Don't be silly. It's Officer Jordan to you."
"Yes me'am."
"She's only 17, Garret."
"17 and caught with pot. I can just imagine what she'll be on in a few years."
"OK, OK. But Maggie will be here in a few minutes, and you could use a break. Want to grab some lunch?"
"And leave her with Abby?"
"What, *you* want to deal with her?"
"Good point. Let's eat."
"Sounds like a plan...Lily!"
"Yes Jordan?"
"When Garret's ex wife arrives, tell her he's out at lunch and that Abby's in his office...he'll be back by 1:30."
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Nope...we're going out, want anything?"
"No, I'm good. Thanks." Lily retreated back into her office, obviously still uncomfortable around Garret.
"Someone looked a bit pissed."
"Oh come on, Jordan..."
"Never would have thought of you as a heartbreaker," she joked as they pushed open the doors and walked out onto the busy sidewalk.
He rolled his eyes dissmissively. "I'm not a heartbreaker, Jordan."
Sure Garret, that's what you think She sighed quietly and said nothing, looking downward to hide the blush of pink that was creeping across her cheeks.
Jordan sighed and hit her snooze button. It was too early...too damn early. She'd been up all night after work...well, after going to her dad's place. Evelyn almost refused to tell him she'd arrived, but luckily he was a light sleeper. Evelyn wasn't giving in. She stood and glared at them, glared at Jordan. Max finally told her to go to bed, he finally yelled at her. But they solved the case. Like they always did. Her father liked helping her, otherwise he wouldn't do it.
The alarm sounded again...crap, had it been 10 minutes already? She was really going to be late for work if she didn't get in the shower. She dragged herself out of bed, cursing whoever decided that work should start at 7:30am.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Jordan, I need you to take this case for me, I have a meeting."
"Sure Garret, just let me throw my jacket down."
"And could you at least *pretend* you're sorry for being late?"
"I'll do my best."
"That's my girl."
"Very funny, Garret." She smiled at him and took the file from his outstretched hand. "Go, go, I've got it."
"See ya later, Jordan. Try not to have too much fun without me." He smiled back at her and turned to go, pulling his coat on and walking to the door. Lily stopped him on the way out.
"Dr. Macy, you have a phone call."
"Lily, you can call me Garret. And I'm running a little late for my meeting, is it important?"
"It's Abby's principal."
He groaned and headed into the office to take the call. Lily, use...one of the other phones and call this number.." He handed her a business card. "Tell them I can't make the meeting."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Lily." He grabbed the phone and barked a quick less-than-thrilled hello. "Yes, this is Abby's father. What has she done this time?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Linda Margaret Hansen, 35. Found at 3:45 PM on dining room floor. Dead approx. 5 hours.
It went on like that...ten year old daughter, husband was at work...she was just cleaning up. They found a mop lying next to her. She'd been stabbed in the chest, hadn't been found until the daughter's bus dropped her off from school.
Jordan sighed and snapped on her rubber gloves, reminding herself to take a trip to the crime scene, just to check things out. Now for the angle on the wound....
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jordan had been over the body for forensic evidence at least five times already. Nothing. Not a trace of skin under the nails, no good fingerprints. Whoever had done this was plotting carefully. The murder weapon was long gone..and so was the bastard who'd done this.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Abigail, what the *hell* were you thinking?"
"Goddamit, it's not like I had some heroin or something. Chill out. I didn't even smoke the shit."
"Watch your damn mouth! And it was enough to get you suspended...and mandatory drug counseling too."
"Dad, it's just pot! Everyone has it."
"Yeah, you'll see what your mother says about that one. I don't know how you could be so stupid."
"It's not my fault! It fell out of my stupid bag, it's not like I was blazing in school or anything."
"Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first place, Abby..." Garret's tirade was interrupted by a sharp knock. "That's probably your mother now," he said icily as he opened the door.
"Not even close," Jordan smiled as she entered the office. "Abby, Garret, hello. Garret, they need you in the conference room. Victim's family wants to see the supervisor."
"Oh, lovely...Abby, sit here and don't you dare move. Your mother will be here in 10 minutes."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So, which family is it? Homeless woman with heart failure, or decapitated businessman?"
"Oh, there is no family, Garret. You know me better than that by now." Jordan winked at him, a sly smile gracing her face.
"Of course, Dr. Cavanaugh can handle *any* family member." He chuckled a little. "So, why'd you drag me out here?"
"To prevent a homocide, maybe? Seriously, seemed pretty heated in there."
"I always thought you should become a detective...now you seem to be into keeping the peace. Am I going to have to call you Officer Cavanaugh?"
"Don't be silly. It's Officer Jordan to you."
"Yes me'am."
"She's only 17, Garret."
"17 and caught with pot. I can just imagine what she'll be on in a few years."
"OK, OK. But Maggie will be here in a few minutes, and you could use a break. Want to grab some lunch?"
"And leave her with Abby?"
"What, *you* want to deal with her?"
"Good point. Let's eat."
"Sounds like a plan...Lily!"
"Yes Jordan?"
"When Garret's ex wife arrives, tell her he's out at lunch and that Abby's in his office...he'll be back by 1:30."
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Nope...we're going out, want anything?"
"No, I'm good. Thanks." Lily retreated back into her office, obviously still uncomfortable around Garret.
"Someone looked a bit pissed."
"Oh come on, Jordan..."
"Never would have thought of you as a heartbreaker," she joked as they pushed open the doors and walked out onto the busy sidewalk.
He rolled his eyes dissmissively. "I'm not a heartbreaker, Jordan."
Sure Garret, that's what you think She sighed quietly and said nothing, looking downward to hide the blush of pink that was creeping across her cheeks.