Crossing Jordan doesn't belong to me, but I wish it did…
A little J/G Friendship/UST here folks…If I get anything wrong I ask to be corrected…Also, most of this story was written before last night's eps., so it assumes that Jordan was found unconscious after being buried alive and that she doesn't yet know of Garrett's promotion. The song 'Iowa' once again belongs to SlipKnot. Words in Bold is what Jordan's thinking, words in Italics are song lyrics.
Untitled/Thanksgiving
4 PM
Medical Examiner's Office
"Garrett, what are you still doing here? Everyone else left hours ago," Jordan said with an exasperated sigh, leaning against his doorframe.
"I could say the same for you, Jordan," Garrett Macy glanced up at his sarcastic medical examiner with tired eyes.
"Just finished up on the Morgan autopsy," She replied, "and now I'm going home. You should head home too, Garrett. Nor' Easter coming right for us. Besides it's Thanksgiving…shouldn't you be spending it with your daughter or…with Lily?"
"My daughter is with her boyfriend's family and Lily and I are going through some tough times at the moment."
"I see…sorry about that, Garrett," Jordan replied before she sat down at his desk, propping her feet on top of it. "So we're in the same boat."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Evelyn doesn't want me over there for Thanksgiving. Says that if I bring one more case file over there for my father to help me out with she'll kick me out." Jordan rolled her eyes, her voice laced with bitterness. "Me, kicked out of my own house by my father's girlfriend. How terribly sad and ironic."
"Well Jordan, in case you haven't noticed by now, you do seem to have that effect on people," Garrett replied, flashing a rare smile. Jordan's eyebrows shot up.
"You'd be the one to know, Garrett," She shot back, finally taking her feet off his desk. Her eyes spotted the new plaque and her eyes widened.
"Sonuvabitch, Garrett…you're the new Chief Medical Examiner?"
"We all thought you knew."
"No, of course I didn't know! Don't tell me you kissed Yokura's ass to get it…"
"No…actually I told her that she couldn't find anyone else more qualified to run this place than me."
Jordan's eyes widened.
"And she didn't fire you for saying that? Damn Garrett, you got a pair of brass ones on you don't you?"
"Actually she said that the job was mine all along and that all I had to do was ask for it."
"Wow…so she isn't a total bitch after all."
"Guess not." Garrett gave her a considering look before continuing. "Listen Jordan…with me as Chief Medical Examiner, I am going to need someone to take my former position. I'd like you to at least consider it."
"I'm…I'm flattered Garrett. Honestly I am…how much is the pay raise?" She replied hopefully, wagging her eyebrows up and down.
"Substantial," Garrett replied dryly, and was rewarded by one of Jordan's wide smiles that she only used for special occasions.
"All right then, I'll do it."
Later That Night
She'd been surprised when Garrett had suddenly offered to take her out to Thanksgiving dinner, and she'd been even more surprised to hear herself accept the offer.
Everything had gone well until they had been about ready to leave the restaurant, when someone had walked up to her and asked her if she was 'That woman that they'd found buried alive.'
Things had gone steadily downhill from there, and he'd driven her back to the office, where she had left her vehicle. Turning off the engine, he glanced at her.
"Jordan, you don't look okay." He frowned at her, his eyes mirroring his concern. "Talk to me." She stayed silent for awhile before she replied.
"…It was very cold, Garrett, in that coffin. I don't know if you know this, but I also happen to be more than slightly claustrophobic. Needless to say, it wasn't easy for me to breathe…I begged for him, for anyone, to help me, to get me out of there-" She halted suddenly when her voice began to quiver slightly.
Garrett realized then that no matter how close he would ever get to her, she wouldn't allow herself to show him any weakness.
"…After that, I don't remember a hell of a lot," She finished, her eyes staring searchingly into his own. "How…How long was I in the coffin for?"
"Six hours." She nodded and turned away, gazing into the darkness.
"Who found me?"
"Haley and I did. You were in pretty bad shape, Jordan. We didn't know if you were gonna pull through or not." She nodded and sighed, not saying anything further on the matter.
"Listen Jordan, why don't you take tomorrow off? Ever since you've been out of the hospital, you've been working on burning yourself out, and you know as well as I do that's not healthy." Jordan glared at him, her eyes accusing. "Don't argue with me Jordan. You haven't gotten nearly enough sleep considering you've been sleeping here in your office."
Rolling her eyes, she nodded again.
"Thanks for dinner Garrett…and for the day off," she replied quietly, leaving his vehicle. "I'll see you Saturday."
"See you."
1:12 A.M.
Jordan's Apartment
The storm was beginning to start as Jordan tossed and turned in her bed under the covers. She was in the middle of a nightmare she couldn't seem to wake herself up from…
"Stupid bitch," Daniel snarled from the driver's seat of the coroner's van, "You damn near ruined everything for me. I'm gonna make you pay for that." Jordan couldn't say anything in her defense and she heard a song come through the speakers.
"Relax…It's over
You belong to me
I fill your mouth with dirt
Relax…it's over
You can never leave
I take your second digit with me…
Love…"
"I like this song," Daniel murmured softly to her. "I heard this song blaring out of another car as I was driving to take my first one to the cemetery."
"You are…my first
I can barely breathe
I find you fascinating
You are…my favorite
Lay you down to sleep
It's all that I can do to stop…
Love…"
"I did love her, you know…I really did love my mother. And how did she repay me? By locking me in a box," Daniel hissed, his eyes going to slits, his fist slamming down on the steering wheel. "She fucking locked me in a box as she was screwing those horny pricks for money when she could have been working at a real job, a job that didn't require her to be such a fucking whore…"
"So blue, so broken
Paper doll decays
I haven't left you yet
So cold, subversive
Your eyes are full of bleach
Tomorrow I will go away again…
Love…"
"No one's going to come between us…you realize that, don't you? I will sit there in this van and listen to you beg for your life as I begged when I was younger to be let out of that cramped hellhole she shoved me in whenever she felt the need to fuck…"
("Tears us apart…It tears us apart…")
-Jesus…Garrett, someone help me-
("It cuts…it cuts…you can't leave…")
-Anyone…please God I know I haven't been goin' to church recently (been busy you know) but PLEASE don't let him do this to me PLEASE-
"YOU ARE MINE!
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE!
I CAN TEAR YOU APART
I CAN RECOMBINE YOU!
ALL I WANT
IS TO COVET YOU ALL!
YOU BELONG TO ME;
I WILL KILL YOU TO LOVE YOU!!!
LOVE…"
"We're here," Daniel said, his voice betraying his glee as he stopped the van. "I wonder how long you'll last…"
("I can smell you on me…I can smell you on me…
I told you…you'll live forever…hahahahaha…you'll live forever…")
A scream was ripped out of her throat as she managed to jerk herself awake. Jordan picked up the cordless phone and without hesitation speed-dialed a number. A tired voice answered the phone on the third ring.
"Macy here…"
"Garrett, it's me…I need to talk…"
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