This is my version of resolving the cliffhanger…though I know that there is no way this will actually happen. But hey, that's why they created fanfiction;-) There probably won't be any romance in this one, but you never know…maybe at the end. Oh, and just so you know—I don't hate Woody, I just think he had some 'splaining to do. And I don't hate Lu either, she just makes a good bad guy.
Disclaimer: If I owned Crossing Jordan, then my life wouldn't be nearly as uneventful as it is now.
Summary: After Jordan is forced to turn herself in, the crew works to clear her name and help her heal.
Chapter One: Just Business
On a lonely corner deep in the heart of Washington D.C., a small pinprick of red light was visible. Standing in the shadows, a man raised his cigarette to his lips and pulled on it heavily. The smoke he blew out was barely discernible on the starless night.
He watched carefully as the object of his undertaking walked up the street and into a seedy hotel. As he took another drag on his smoke, he noted that she was good-looking…pretty, even. It seemed a shame to waste that beauty. Maybe he should take her before he killed her.
The man sighed. No, that wasn't an option. The boss wanted her out of the way—she was digging around too much. Doing anything more than shooting her would be too complicated. If he had learned anything during his time as a criminal, it was to keep things simple. If you didn't get involved with your target, you have a better chance at not getting caught. No physical contact. This was just business, don't make it personal.
Through the door window, he saw the brunette leave the counter. He waited a bit until a light brightened on the ground floor. Perfect. He wouldn't have to bother going through the lobby and risk being identified. All he'd have to do is wait for the light to go out, give her a chance to fall asleep, and move in through the window. A quick, single shot to the head and it would be over. Jordan Cavanaugh would be dead, and the "business" would be safe again.
Jordan sighed as she flopped down onto the bed. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, trying to make the pressure go away. Another day, another dead end. For all she had found out, nothing seemed to help clear her. She'd been gone for a week, and every moment was tense. Jordan was constantly looking over her shoulder, fearful that either the police or one of the Judge's henchmen would find her.
She had been careful…never using her name, wearing ball caps and staying in low-traveled areas. Finally, she had found out where JD had stayed while working on his story. Tomorrow she would go there and tear the place apart. Surely he had left notes…or something behind. At least something that would point her in the right direction.
Groaning, Jordan picked herself up off the bed. Her hair stuck to her sweaty face and she pushed it aside. The hotel was too cheap to have air conditioning, and DC was sweltering in the summer heat. She walked over to the window and opened it. A soft breeze blew through…not enough to be considered cool, but it took the stuffiness of the room away.
She managed to drag herself to the bathroom and wash her face before falling back onto the bed. In her tiredness, she hadn't bothered to change or move her bag from its spot next to the door. All she'd remembered to do was lock the entrance. As she slept, the breeze from the open window fluttered gently across her face.
Outside, the man smiled. He dropped his cigarette, smothered it with his foot, and took out a gun from inside his jacket. Silently, he slipped toward the open window.