For the most part Jordan looked like an open book: A happy-go-lucky kind of guy. A guy that loved fast cars, pretty women, a beer and friends. Chase tossed the ball up in the air and thought about Jordan for a minute, ever since he'd started therapy with Emma he'd been noticing things. Like how Jordan never talked much about his dad, why he still lived with him mum, and why didn't Heidi mind him living with his mum? Christ on a stick! He hated living at home with the old man.
"What?" Jordan asked looking up from where he was typing his report from an ambo accident. Yeah, an ambulance had been plowed into by a drunk. Another exciting day, at least the pregnant woman inside had been fine; and Heidi had caught the baby. You couldn't make this shite up! The driver had careened off the ambulance and into an electric pole. So they'd had the joy of dealing with live power lines, the car, the ambulance, and reporters trying to get video for the nightly news; at least Michelle had kept the photogs interested if not corralled. And luckily no one had died. It really sounded like one of those "Florida-man" things that Heidi loved to read to them. Fack, Americans were weird.
"Nuthin' just thinkin'."
"You finish your report?" Jordan asked triumphantly hitting save and send. "DONE!"
"Uhh… I got distracted." Which was true. Huh, maybe Heidi liked Jordan's car more than she let on. And she did have her own place, so they could go there. And his car was really fast, and Chase was really pretty sure that there were at least a few semi-legal mods installed. He'd seen Jordan come into work a few too many times with grease and weird cuts on his hands.
Lara came walking in "Why did they call us for that accident?" she looked exhausted.
"Six car pile up on the other side of the city." Vince said staring at his computer screen.
"Huh." Lara added, while drinking more coffee "Your mom okay?"
Jordan nodded, kicking back in his chair. "Yeah. Same old, same old."
"Eh?" Chase perked up, and paused from tossing the ball.. "What's up with your mom?"
"A Fib." Jordan replied waving his hand around his heart. "She's doing okay now."
Chase understood, atrial fibrillation patients could have "attacks," and need to have their heart rhythm reset, medications adjusted, or just need to be monitored in a hospital for a bit. Scary as fuck when your heart went wonky. If it was bad, he guess it made sense for Jordan to still live at home.
"Oooh! Look! We got pictures!" Heidi excitedly waved her phone around "My friend sent them."
"The nurse?" Chase asked pecking out a few more words. Fuck typing sucked.
"Yeah." Heidi cooed at her phone. "Isn't baby Noah James Thomas adorable?"
"Looks like a potato gone bad." Dean grumbled as he ambled in, fresh from the showers. Lara and Heidi both leapt to the defense of the newborn. "You two are clucking like a pair of mad hens."
"Phbbt." Both Heidi and Lara stuck their tongues out at the team lead.
"Done! We're outta here!" Jordan yelled looking at the clock and leaping to his feet pumping his arms in the air and spinning Heidi around. "Chicken parma?"
"Nope." Heidi smiled at her boyfriend, the world shrinking down to just the two of them for a second.
"What then?"
"Your mom's going to teach me to make barszcz and uscha." Heidi's tongue got all twisted around the Polish.
"Uszka." Jordan corrected smiling. His mom's beetroot soup with dumplings was one of his favorite meals. One of his many favorite meals.
"Get a room, you two!" Vince pretend glowered at the two lovebirds. Sickening, they were; even if he could remember being that way with his ex-wives. And more recently Renae.
"Dibs on leftovers!" Chase just barely beat out Dean and Lara. Mrs Zwitkowski's cooking was well known in the squad room.
"There won't be any." Jordan smirked at the team as he followed Heidi out to grab their stuff.
"Pizza anyone?" Chase asked hitting send on the stupid report and looking around; he really didn't feel like cooking or dealing with the old man's cooking. Fiona's cooking was good; but, it was Friday. They were probably doing something, better to stay away. He could probably crash on Dean's couch.
"Nah, Zoe's coming over tonight."
And that shot Chase's plan to hell. Maybe he could pull a double shift and sleep here. It would be quieter than anywhere else. He glanced up at the board to see if anyone had called in sick, and no dice. He sighed and scrubbed his face with his hand. "Have fun."
"We will." Dean smirked. "Alone."
"Yeah, I get it." Chase grumbled. He glanced at Lara who was looking moon-eyed at her phone. Guess that Lara was done getting over Hamish. Looked like he'd see if he could crash at Ryne's place; if he brought beer and pizza Ryne wouldn't mind. And they could play MarioCart. It would be a better meal than the leftover soggy croissant bits still sitting on his desk.