Disclaimer: I don't own Crossing Jordan. I wrote this after a sleepness night, I have no forensic/health background. However, I do have the conditions metioned in the story. Might post more tonight, enjoy!
Click. Click. Click.
That was the sound of Jordan Cavanaugh on her way to work.
Garret stopped Jordan in the hallway, "Hey Jordan, got a case . Apparent suicide. Young girl, 19 has some sorta physical impairment. Mom's here to ID the body. Need you for the notification." And with that she headed to the conference room.
"Ms. Johnson, is it?" Jordan inquired.
"Yes, I'm Susan. I'm here to identify my daughter's body." she said shakily, wiping tears.
Jordan had Ms. Johnson identify the girl and started inquiring about Hannah, the girl.
"So they tell me they think her death is a suicide. I don't think so, sure she'd been depressed lately. Just doesn't add up, you know?" said Hannah's mother.
"What she depressed about?"
"Losing control of her movements, mostly. She never even got the chance for college. She wanted to become an occupational therapist or special Ed. teacher. Wanted to help younger people like herself."
"What was her condition?"
"She had muscular dystrophy and early onset osteoarthritis. It was hard on her.. these last few years, the only movement she had was her facial muscles and one finger. She never gave up." Ms. Johnson said.
"It sounds like you had an incredible daughter, Ms. Johnson. I promise I'm going to find out what happened." Jordan said.
"Thank you."
"You bet." Jordan said making her way out of the room.
In Autopsy...
Jordan was running the fingerprints on the knife found half-way in Hannah's limp body.
The computer beeped just as Woody entered the room.
"Hmm...that's strange." Jordan mumbled.
"What is it?" He asked curiously.
"The prints from the knife found inside her...not all hers. To a Leon Smith, quite the rap sheet too. Rape, kidnapping, attempted murder...DNA found I'll run it, I'll call you when I get it." She answered. She went back to office, staring into space deep in thought.
Garret came in through the open door. "Hey wanna grab some...what's wrong?" he said.
"It's just the case is getting to me, I envy Hannah's courage. She never gave up, she kept going and smiling. Stared death right in the face, everyday. Why couldn't I have been like that with the meningioma?" She muttered near tears.
A/N Sorry for the cliffhanger but I thought it was a good way to end chapter.