Disclaimer: I know this may come as a surprise to you all but I don't own any part of Crossing Jordan, in fact, I don't own anything.

Chapter 1: Phone Calls

Note: this story is just for fun, I'm writing as I go along; stop me if it's boring.

I pulled up in the morgue's white ford explorer; the pavement was soaked from the recent rain that had fallen two nights before. Sky was indigo, not a cloud in the sky, a light sea breeze floated threw the air mutedly, leaving the scent of salt and fish from the harbor.

"Morning Jordan" Detective Hoyt was already standing behind the school-bus yellow police tape, a clipboard lodged in the crook of his arm. He held up the tape so it would be easier for me to duck under.

"What do we have?" I asked looking at the body that was lying face down on the pavement. She was still a baby, seventeen maybe, her hair was toffee colored, skin, like milk, eyes, open and rolled up inside, they were grey, like the ocean on a stormy day, she was a normal punked out kid, in her plaid miniskirt, studded belt and plain white tanktop.

"Elisabeth O'Malley, sixteen, reported missing last night by her parents." There was something in his voice, something indefinable that I couldn't put my finger on, something approaching sadness. His phone rang, interrupting his filling me in.

"Hoyt" his face contorted into a look of annoyance, then to surprise "What? No, Mom, I'm not her babysitter, I have a job! Mom, yes Ma'am." With that he shut his cell phone, and looked at me with an angered look, I was startled.

"I'm guessing that was mommy?" I asked sarcastically, giving him a lopsided grin.

"You up for a trip to Logan?" he looked around irritated, I was suppressing all of the sarcastic retorts about his mother calling him, and I held the laughter that tickled my throat.

"I can get Peter to take her to the morgue, why?" he gave me a sideways look.

"I get to go pick up my juvenile delinquent sister from the sister from the airport, apparently she ran away last night, said she was coming here." I sighed and walked to his black escalade that he called his car, without another word I fallowed him, all I could think was 'I didn't know he had a sister.'

When we pulled up to the gate Woody looked around either frantically or crossly. He parked, and got out, I fallowed, watching his muscular frame as he searched the inside of the terminal, it was packed with people of every color shape and size, it would be a miracle if he found her.

"So Woodrow, you never told me you had a sister." I asked, out of breath and struggling to keep up, before he could answer his cell phone rang again, sharp and metallic sounding.

"Hoyt!" he announced, I leaned in, hoping to hear the voice on the other end.

"Hey, Wood, guess mom told you about the plane ride." His face turned livid.

"Wear on god's green earth are you?" he shouted, a few bystanders shot him a look, he was totally consumed with yelling at his cell phone, I stood back now, afraid of what Angry Woody might do, I had always known the Sweet Woody.

"Okay, meet me out front." He slammed his cell phone shut and looked at me. In the white Florissant light, his eyes looked bluer than ever, he ran a nervous hand threw his hair and turned his attention to me.

"Okay, sorry Jo, just, this was a little unexpected, she's always pulling stunts like this." I smiled, and crossed my arms in front of my flat tummy.

"So?" I asked as he began to walk away, he stopped a few feet in front to allow me to catch up. "So what?" he asked as if he hadn't of blown up.

"So, are you going to fill me in on this mysterious sister?" he smiled, I was happy about that. "Sabrina Hoyt, seventeen, sarcastic and mean as hell, although you can't blame her, she's been through a lot. She was diagnosed with cancer three years ago. it went into remission last year, and it appears that she is going to be staying with me for a few days, which by the way was not my idea. Apparently, she and my lovely mother had a fight that started world war three and she took off, left mom a note that she was coming to stay with me... no matter how much she dislikes our mom, every time she runs away, she tells her that she's going somewhere, doesn't like ma to worry."

"That's different, if I ran away, I wouldn't tell my father wear I went..." he laughed, a raspy, full throated laugh.

"Brina's different," he stated matter-of-factly "that's what you're about to find out." Standing by the car was a thin girl, wearing black converses, jeans with a studded belt and chain, and a black AC/DC shirt that was fading to grey, her eyeliner was dark, and framed her icy blue eyes, plain lip gloss made her lips glisten, her hair fell to the small of her back, light brown, yet the tips were dyed blood red she reminded me of are Vic, something in her eyes, something stormy.

"Hey Woodrow this you're new girlfriend?" she asked sarcastically, smacking her gum.

"Jordan Cavanaugh, this is my sister, Sabrina Hoyt, Sabrina, this is Jordan Cavanaugh, My CO-WORKER." He emphasized, she let out a indelicate, unladylike snort and hopped into the back seat, wear her faded blue backpack and a black guitar case covered in stickers was already placed.

"This is going to be fun," he whispered to me sarcastically before sliding into the drivers side, I stifled a chuckle and slid into my seat preparing for the long ride home.

Footnote: I know this wasn't much, but the whole Sabrina thing will tie into a case I promise; I hope my grammar is a little better in this story, Thanx Luv, Jenna