AN: Thank you for taking an interest in my story! This is based on an idea that was swimming around after listening to my favorite song (Helena, MyChemicalRomance). It's NOT a songfic, but the title of the story and chapters are lyrics from the song. This is the first chapter; if I don't get any reviews I won't continue it.
Disclaimer: If I owned Crossing Jordan and MCR I would be a very happy little girl. :dreams about swimming in cash and meeting Jerry and Gerard… growl:
When Both Our Cars Collide
"Jordan, I'm swamped. I know you've already pulled a double, but I have to take off to Memorial Drive. I need you to go to Fens for an apparent suicide." The glaring look on her face told Garret that the answer was no, but he pleaded, "It's your last I promise, then you can go home and get some sleep. I really need this Jordan!" He stopped before telling her that every other employee was up to their neck in evidence and guts.
She sighed, rolling her, pained eyes. Pulling a double with an oncoming migraine was not pleasant. She had not done it before, she just preferred not to. Five in the morning was not her time of day. She reluctantly agreed. She owed him; he had done a lot for her recently, pulling strings, ignoring her whereabouts and what not. Taking her jacket and heading for the elevator, she bumped into Lily.
"Oh, Jordan, you look horrible! I'm sorry," she said with a slight laugh, "How long have you been here?"
"About twenty hours. Going on twenty two, at least," Jordan said. The bags under her eyes must be obvious, or perhaps the way she swayed as she walked gave away her fatigue.
Lily gave her a look of frustrated sympathy. "Garret is going to be the death of you!"
"Or I'm going to be the death of Garret," Jordan flashed her characteristic grin. "Well I should take off; the sooner I leave the sooner I can go home."
"Alright, drive safely!" Lily exclaimed, concerned as always. Jordan was glad she was there. Even on the worst days, her smile cast a ray of sunshine.
She fumbled for the keys to the morgue van as she let the elevator carry her to the bottom level parkade. Normally there would be another coroner with her but the morgue was so severely understaffed and overworked that Garret could not spare even a single body. I'm personally going to kill Bug and perform his autopsy for taking vacation right now.
She started the van and began her journey.
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Woody had just arrived at the precinct. He had a bad feeling about the day already; it looked full of work. His fellow officers bustled about, solving crimes and handling others that came in one after the other. He half considered turning around and going home.
"Woody!" called a voice from outside his office, "My favorite detective of all time!"
"What, police work too difficult for you, reverted to secretary?" Woody asked.
He forced a grin, ignoring the jibe. It was difficult trying to rid of his rookie status. He shuffled with the papers in his arms. "There's a suicide the chief wants you to investigate down in the Fens area. Here you go," he handed him the information they had on the case.
Woody sighed, "Great." Putting his jacket back on, he took the paper and headed back out the door. He took a black four-door sedan.
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Jordan yawned; bending to the cup holder to reach her fresh, hot, caffeine special she knew that in her condition would not help. She had a hard time paying attention because her mind drifted in and out of thought.
What's the speed limit here? I wonder what yahoo cop I'll have to deal with, she thought, last time they stuck me with that rookie Seely. He is such a disrespectful little son of a—"Holy shit!"
The car came out of nowhere. She tried to avoid collision by slamming on the brake and wrenching the steering wheel to the right. However, the car slammed into the left side of the van. All she could see was red.