Disclaimer: Ok, I own none of these characters, I just borrowed them for my
enjoyment, I am making no money off this or any of my writings.
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Author's Note: Hi, I'm me, I've never written a Crossing Jordan fic before, but I'm going to try now, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review, it means a lot to me, thanks, now, on with the story
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Lonely Times
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Friday night had finally come!! It had been a long week and Jordan was glad it was finally over with. She was both angry and happy. Angry because she let her mother's killer get away, the ONE person she so desperately wanted to get, and he was gone. She was happy because A.) She was still alive and B.) She finally knew who her mother's killer was, for later finding.
She grabbed her jacket and walked out of her office, said goodbye to a few people, she wasn't sure who, and left. She got to her Expedition *I'm not sure what kind of vehicle she drives, but it kind of looked like a Ford Expedition, so that's what I'm going with* and got in.
She was driving around Boston, not sure where to go, when a name just sort of popped into her head. Woody. Man, would he be a sight for sore eyes. She hadn't seen him for somewhere near three weeks. The only thing she had to do was run home and get her gas coupon, he lived on the other side of Boston and she was almost on empty, so she had to fill up, because, hey, gas isn't cheap these days. While she was home, she figured she might as well change clothes, and while she was at it, she thought she might as well take a shower. It had been a long day and she really wasn't in the mood to stink.
Once she'd done everything she went back out to her Ford and got in. She ran to the Mini Mart on the corner and filled up, and headed over to Woody's. She got out her cell phone and called first, she'd shown up there before without calling and wished she had. She wasn't going to let that happen again. The phone rang twice before he picked up:
Woody: Hello
Jordan: Hey, it's me, I was just driving around and happened around your neighborhood and was wondering what you were doing.
Woody: Umm, nothing really, why do you ask?
Jordan, Actually, I called to see if I could come up, I've had a really bad week and I just need someone to talk to
Woody: Sure, the place is a little messy, but you shouldn't mind.
Jordan: Great, I'm almost there so I'll be right up.
Woody: Alright, see ya Jordan
Jordan: Bye now Hoyt.
She turned the corner and pulled up in front of Woody's building and got out. She walked into the apartment complex and wondered why someone would build a nine story apartment building, and if you lived in one, why would you live on the top floor. She finally got up all nine flights of stairs and walked into Woody's apartment.
Jordan: Hey Wood, what would you've done if I was some sort of top floor apartment serial killer?
Woody: Well, since you just called and told me you were on your way, I'd just hold him off for a few minutes until you got here, and then I'd give you to him.
Jordan: Ah, such a kind wise man you are.
Woody: Well, you gotta be wise to be a police officer ya know.
Jordan. Oh I know, but its just sometimes I have to stop and think about you
Woody: Oh, now you're gonna get it, get over here
Woody grabs a pillow and chases Jordan around the apartment and corners her in the spare bedroom. After a few hits she starts to give in.
Jordan: Ok, Ok, I give, I give. I'm sorry, just let me go now.
Woody: Ok, but this isn't over.
Jordan: Oh, don't worry, I know
She walks by him and he hits her again with the pillow
Jordan: Ok fine, you asked for it, now you're gonna get it.
She grabs a pillow off the bed and begins to chase him around. After their wonderful childlike game, one in which nobody won, they both end up sitting on the sofa all worn out.
Woody: Well, that's a game I haven't played in quite a long time.
Jordan: Hey, you're the one who started it.
Woody: Well, you did nothing to stop it, anyways, when you got here I was just about to order a pizza, you want to put something on half?
Jordan: Where From?
Woody: Little Anthony's on the corner of White and James *A.N. I don't know anywhere in Boston and this place is totally and completely MADE UP!*
Jordan: One of my favorites, get me half Italian sausage.
Woody: Yeah sure, *on the phone* Ya, can I get a large half Italian sausage half cheese pizza? 3795 South Broadway, apartment 902, cash. Ok, thanks, * to Jordan* pizza's on its way.
Jordan: Great, now what to do in the meantime.
Woody: Well, we could watch TV?
Jordan: OK, sounds like a plan, but I call we get to watch FRIENDS, ok?
Woody: Fine by me, I like that show anyways.
Jordan: Cool.
They end up watching the show and pizza comes. When they're done with that they talk for a few hours and then Jordan decides its time to leave and goes home. She gets home and takes another shower, then goes to bed. All is well until she gets a call at 2:30 in the morning with an emergency.
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Ok, bad place to leave off, BUT I PROMISE I'll continue if I get reviews here ok. What is the emergency, who does it involve. All will be answered if I get reviews. You can also email me at mountain_dew_4u@msn.com Thanx Randi
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Author's Note: Hi, I'm me, I've never written a Crossing Jordan fic before, but I'm going to try now, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review, it means a lot to me, thanks, now, on with the story
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Lonely Times
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Friday night had finally come!! It had been a long week and Jordan was glad it was finally over with. She was both angry and happy. Angry because she let her mother's killer get away, the ONE person she so desperately wanted to get, and he was gone. She was happy because A.) She was still alive and B.) She finally knew who her mother's killer was, for later finding.
She grabbed her jacket and walked out of her office, said goodbye to a few people, she wasn't sure who, and left. She got to her Expedition *I'm not sure what kind of vehicle she drives, but it kind of looked like a Ford Expedition, so that's what I'm going with* and got in.
She was driving around Boston, not sure where to go, when a name just sort of popped into her head. Woody. Man, would he be a sight for sore eyes. She hadn't seen him for somewhere near three weeks. The only thing she had to do was run home and get her gas coupon, he lived on the other side of Boston and she was almost on empty, so she had to fill up, because, hey, gas isn't cheap these days. While she was home, she figured she might as well change clothes, and while she was at it, she thought she might as well take a shower. It had been a long day and she really wasn't in the mood to stink.
Once she'd done everything she went back out to her Ford and got in. She ran to the Mini Mart on the corner and filled up, and headed over to Woody's. She got out her cell phone and called first, she'd shown up there before without calling and wished she had. She wasn't going to let that happen again. The phone rang twice before he picked up:
Woody: Hello
Jordan: Hey, it's me, I was just driving around and happened around your neighborhood and was wondering what you were doing.
Woody: Umm, nothing really, why do you ask?
Jordan, Actually, I called to see if I could come up, I've had a really bad week and I just need someone to talk to
Woody: Sure, the place is a little messy, but you shouldn't mind.
Jordan: Great, I'm almost there so I'll be right up.
Woody: Alright, see ya Jordan
Jordan: Bye now Hoyt.
She turned the corner and pulled up in front of Woody's building and got out. She walked into the apartment complex and wondered why someone would build a nine story apartment building, and if you lived in one, why would you live on the top floor. She finally got up all nine flights of stairs and walked into Woody's apartment.
Jordan: Hey Wood, what would you've done if I was some sort of top floor apartment serial killer?
Woody: Well, since you just called and told me you were on your way, I'd just hold him off for a few minutes until you got here, and then I'd give you to him.
Jordan: Ah, such a kind wise man you are.
Woody: Well, you gotta be wise to be a police officer ya know.
Jordan. Oh I know, but its just sometimes I have to stop and think about you
Woody: Oh, now you're gonna get it, get over here
Woody grabs a pillow and chases Jordan around the apartment and corners her in the spare bedroom. After a few hits she starts to give in.
Jordan: Ok, Ok, I give, I give. I'm sorry, just let me go now.
Woody: Ok, but this isn't over.
Jordan: Oh, don't worry, I know
She walks by him and he hits her again with the pillow
Jordan: Ok fine, you asked for it, now you're gonna get it.
She grabs a pillow off the bed and begins to chase him around. After their wonderful childlike game, one in which nobody won, they both end up sitting on the sofa all worn out.
Woody: Well, that's a game I haven't played in quite a long time.
Jordan: Hey, you're the one who started it.
Woody: Well, you did nothing to stop it, anyways, when you got here I was just about to order a pizza, you want to put something on half?
Jordan: Where From?
Woody: Little Anthony's on the corner of White and James *A.N. I don't know anywhere in Boston and this place is totally and completely MADE UP!*
Jordan: One of my favorites, get me half Italian sausage.
Woody: Yeah sure, *on the phone* Ya, can I get a large half Italian sausage half cheese pizza? 3795 South Broadway, apartment 902, cash. Ok, thanks, * to Jordan* pizza's on its way.
Jordan: Great, now what to do in the meantime.
Woody: Well, we could watch TV?
Jordan: OK, sounds like a plan, but I call we get to watch FRIENDS, ok?
Woody: Fine by me, I like that show anyways.
Jordan: Cool.
They end up watching the show and pizza comes. When they're done with that they talk for a few hours and then Jordan decides its time to leave and goes home. She gets home and takes another shower, then goes to bed. All is well until she gets a call at 2:30 in the morning with an emergency.
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Ok, bad place to leave off, BUT I PROMISE I'll continue if I get reviews here ok. What is the emergency, who does it involve. All will be answered if I get reviews. You can also email me at mountain_dew_4u@msn.com Thanx Randi