Jordan walked into the morgue several hours later. Woody walked right behind her. Since Jordan had discovered Maggie had been rapped, something wasn't settling right with Jordan. It wasn't something emotional, it was something physical. Jordan felt weak, dizzy. She was breathing differently. Jordan stopped and tried clear her head.
Woody placed a hand on Jordan's back, "You okay Jordan?"
Jordan closed her eyes. She placed a hand on her head, "I don't know. Maybe I'm just a little tired."
"Alright, let's get you to your office. I'll talk to Macy." Woody said.
Jordan nodded and opened her eyes. The room was spinning around her. She grabbed the wall for support, had Woody not been standing near her, Jordan would've been on the floor.
"Jordan!" Woody called. He was looking down at her, face full of concern.
"I'm alright. I'm alright, just really dizzy." Jordan replied.
"Jordan what's happening?" Woody asked.
Jordan shook her head, "I don't know. I think…whatever was on Maggie is affecting me too."
"Alright. I'm going to get you to your office. Maybe Nigel can find what was on Maggie. You ready?" Woody explained.
Jordan nodded. She felt Woody's arms around her back. Woody helped her to her feet. Jordan could hardly feel her legs as she walked down the wall. Several times, she lost her balance and was caught by Woody. Jordan fell for the third time, hardly any further, when Woody lifted her into his arms. He walked the rest of the way to her office carrying Jordan.
"Woody what's wrong with Jordan?" Nigel asked. He spotted them down the hall and met them at Jordan's office door. Nigel opened the door and watched Woody place Jordan on the couch in her office.
"We don't know." Woody answered.
"Nigel, there's a six year old girl coming in. Run a tox screen on the lubricant on her. I think whoever rapped Maggie, might've drugged her too." Jordan explained. She closed her eyes and leaned in her hands.
Woody was kneeling next to Jordan, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and "Do you need anything?"
Jordan smirked, "Probably the garbage can, just so I don't have o clean my office floor later."
Woody nodded, "I'll talk to Macy and check back in on you. Think you'll be alright for a few minutes?"
"I don't have much of a choice." Jordan replied. "But the sooner you two get to work, the sooner we can put this freak away."
"Jordan's right, the time we waste now might be an advantage to our killer. Don't worry Jordan, I'll find what's in that lubricant. You'll be back on your feet in no time." Nigel said. He left the office in a hurry.
"I'm fine Woody. Just leave the can next to me and find Garrett." Jordan said. She looked up from her hands.
Woody stared at Jordan, still worried. "It's not safe for you to be alone."
"Woody, this is probably the safest place for me in this state right now. If it makes you feel any better, you can take my keys with you and lock the door. Then no one can get in here." Jordan explained.
"This isn't a joke Jordan. Something is affecting your body and we don't know why. You ran thirty feet from the body so you could throw up at the crime scene. What makes you think-"
"Woody, I'm not going anywhere, just find Garrett and let him know what's going on. If we don't hurry, there's going to be another Maggie Luk. In here." Jordan interrupted.
Woody reluctantly nodded. "Fine. Don't move from the couch. I'll be back as soon as I can."
"I'm not going anywhere. You can be sure of that." Jordan said. She leaned back and lay on the couch.
Woody stood and walked towards the door. He pushed the garbage can near the couch and shut the door.
Jordan heard his footsteps walked from her office and blend with everyone else's. Jordan closed her eyes and tried to focus. Something was in that lubricant that affected her. Most likely Maggie too. Nigel could find out, but it could take some time. Meanwhile she would be lying in her office, not knowing what to expect.
Jordan sighed. Her body was aching all over. Now her chest seemed heavier, her breathing grew worse. Jordan felt her mind grow cloudy, hardly being able to remember where she was. Her hands began to shake dramatically. Jordan's forehead was covered in sweat.
Amidst her outbreak, Jordan inhaled a deep scent. Her stomach lurched at the smell, nearly causing her to vomit again. However, Jordan managed to restrain herself from the urge.
A hand touched her cheek lightly. A familiar laugh brought her back from her outbreak, "I knew you couldn't resist the call."
That voice.
"You always did put up a fight."
Where have I heard it before?
"Just like our first time."
Jordan's eyes snapped open. In front of her, knelt a tall black haired man. He wore a black leather jacket. His hair barely covered his eyes, but Jordan could recognize him from anywhere.
He leaned forwards, "Hey Jordan." He kissed her forcefully.
Jordan tried to fight back, only to realize that her strength had vanished. She grabbed his shoulders with her trembling hands and tried to push him away. He grabbed her hands and held them against the couch.
Finally, he released her, "Miss me?"
"In your dreams Dale." Jordan spat.
Dale smiled wickedly, "Yeah. You've never left my mind since college Jojo."
"Don't ever call me that." Jordan hissed. She freed one hand.
"Jojo? You used to like it." He leaned closer to Jordan's ears. "You begged me to call you it."
Jordan swung her knee up at hit Dale in the head. He fell back. Jordan sat up quickly, trying to ignore the wavy of dizziness. "Get out!"
Dale recovered and stood in front of Jordan, "Or what?"
Jordan stood. Dale was tall, but Jordan wasn't much shorter than he was. "Get out or I'll have the cops escort you out."
Dale took a step closer, "And just how do you intend on alerting them…if you can hardly stand?"
Jordan realized Dale was right. Jordan's vision blurred for a moment due to her dizziness, but she couldn't let it show.
"Watch me." Jordan concentrated on her legs. She took a few steps around Dale, moving for the door.
Dale grabbed her arm and threw her to the opposite wall. He pinned her shoulders against the wall, "You're not going anywhere jojo."
"What are you doing here?" Jordan asked.
"I came here for you. I realized that, no matter how many women I met, not matter how many hearts I broke, I couldn't get you out of my head. You captivated me Jojo. That last night we spent together; it's all I can think about." Dale explained.
"The perfume you were wearing, that color dress that hung to your slender curves. The way you withered beneath me." Dale whispered.
Jordan shoved Dale, "Get out!"
"No. Not until I've felt you wither again." Dale replied. He kissed Jordan forcefully, keeping her against the wall.
Jordan tried to push Dale off her. Dale's grip held her firm. She could feel his hands trailing down her back, sending shivers down her spine. Jordan felt her symptoms return. Her head became cloudy, her legs began weakening.
Dale laughed in her ear, "Amazing what you can lace a lubricant, isn't it?"
Jordan's attention was caught.
"Those tips you gave me in chemistry really helped. I owe you Jojo." Dale said.
"You rapped Maggie Luk." Jordan whispered.
Dale kissed her, "Only to get to you Jojo."
Jordan pushed against Dale's shoulders. Woody where are you?
Dale's hands reached Jordan's pants. They quickly unbuttoned her pants. His hands then pulled Jordan's shirt apart, scattering the buttons on the floor. He pushed the shirt down Jordan's shoulders.
Jordan mustered up her strength and kicked Dale in the stomach. She pushed him to her floor and made a break for the door. She swayed as she ran, but she ran nonetheless.
Dale tripped Jordan ten feet from the door. He pinned her against the floor and straddled her. He kissed her repeatedly. Holding her hands above her head with one hand, and trying to pull down her pants with the other.
Jordan couldn't stop the tears streaming down her face. She couldn't fight back. She couldn't call for help. Jordan was forced to endure.
"Jordan?" Dale stopped kissing her. He looked up at the locked door.
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