Here's to catch you up....
Woody gives Jordan an ultimatum. She tells him 'sorry Charlie'; before she tells him to take his clothes off. In the morning she has a change of heart but it's Woody's turn to play hard to get. With some sage advice from a truly sympathetic source (Nigel) and a very unlikely one (Rene); by lunch time, true love prevails and they embark on a new, very shaky, level in their relationship. Life was so much easier before the world was on to them......
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Woody wakes Jordan by softly drawing little figure eights on her belly with his index finger. They'd been together for almost three weeks now. He had a pinch himself every once in awhile. A sleepy "Good Morning" stops him from his musings.
"Good Morning" he smiles over to her. God she was beautiful in the morning; all rumpled and soft. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. Sunday mornings were made for sleeping in.
"I bet the paper's here." she mumbles.
"Probably."
"Are you going to get it?" she says pulling away slightly.
"Your paper, you go get it." Woody replies pulling her arm closer over his chest.
"My bones turned to mush hours ago" she smiles against his neck.
"Why thank you ma'am"
She tugs the hair on his chest. "You go get it."
"I'd rather stay right here with you...Besides I have it on good authority that the Sunday paper is just recopied every week." Woody says as he kisses her palm.
"Is that so..."
"...mmmm, the economy is bad, and the road work will never get finished." he lifts her arm to kiss the inside of her elbow.
"Oh and I bet there is nothing on TV next week..."Jordan replies.
"Nope," he says as he pulls her on top of him, "the Celtics lost and the Sox's won."
"I hear the Boston Pop's are gearing up for the season at Tanglewood..." she said breathlessly as his hand strokes over her hip.
"There's a good coupon for Wheaties and Tide's on sale...somewhere" he says nibbling a path down her neck.
"I see your point...." she whispers as she runs a hand up his thigh.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Startled, they sit up and look at each other.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"Expecting any one?" Woody says looking out the bedroom door as if expecting someone to walk in.
"No" Jordan says staring at the door herself.
"Do you want me to get it?" Woody says he half steps out of the bed fishing around the floor for his pants.
Jordan rises out of the bed and wraps a robe around herself. " No, I'll get it." She leaves the room to answer the door.
After a quick trip through the apartment, Jordan opens the door a crack and looks out....
"Dad!?"
Max pushes passed her into the apartment carrying a bakery bag and her paper.
"Good Morning Sweetheart. Sleeping in? I found your paper out front."
Jordan spares a quick glance at the open bedroom door. "Ah, hi Dad...um, what are you doing here?'
"I've haven't heard from you in awhile and thought I could convince you to come help me with a little inventory this morning. We could spend some time together and..."
There is a loud thump from Jordan's bedroom.
Max looks at her and Jordan looks at the ground. Woody comes out of the room trying to put his shoes on as he walked. His shirt was buttoned all wrong and the blush on his face made Jordan bit her lip so as not to laugh out loud.
"Good...Good Morning, ah Max... Mr. Cavanaugh." Woody says with his voice cracking.
"Hoyt" Max returns not looking at Woody but just raising an eyebrow to Jordan.
Making and then breaking eye contact with her father Jordan turns to Woody. "Ah, Woody would you mind..." Jordan grabs his arm and walks him to the door way.
"Of course, yes, ah, you sure, I can stay..." he glances at an austere Max.
"No, I think I'd better handle this alone. I'll call you later." She kisses him lightly on the lips and he escapes with no further acknowledgment from Max.
As Jordan closes the door Max says, "Jordan, you a big girl now and havin' over night guests does not shock me anymore, but are you sure about this."
"He's not taking advantage of me if that's what you're thinking."
"It's not you that I'm worried about... it's him."
"Dad!?" Jordan says with a laugh walking back into the apartment.
"I'm serious Jordan; the kid was positively green when he left here."
"That look on your face makes me cringe too."
Max just gives her the evil eye. "He's a little naive...and boy carries his heart on his sleeve...not to mention he's a cop. Jordan, I want stand by while you..."
"Dad, I'm taking one day at a time and enjoying the ride. An as for being a cop; it's not like we going to elope to Vegas."
"I hope so darling."
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Woody was halfway back to his apartment when his heart settled back into his chest. Mr. Cavanaugh was not he kind of guy you could mess with, especially when it came to his daughter. Now what? He sure as hell couldn't face him again. Not like this. There was only one thing to do. First he needed to get home and changed and then he needed to find out if there were any jewelry stores open on Sunday mornings in this town.
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Later on that morning at Pogue; Jordan and her father had the order ready for the distributors.
"Business has been good these last few weeks Dad." Jordan comments as she put another bottle of whiskey under the bar.
"Yeah, I've been in business for little more than a year and I'm finally in the black this month." He chuckles proudly.
"Good, you can start paying me then." Jordan laughs
"Don't push it girl."
Jordan laughs again and throws a bar rag at her father. Noticing a good song was coming on the radio Jordan turns it up and begins to sway around the end of the bar. She grabs the broom that is sitting there and begins to sweep humming with the music. It felt good to see her happy Max thinks to himself. Detective Hoyt. He wasn't his first pick for her but if he can put that smile on her face he'd do; for now. Why couldn't she find a nice safe doctor or lawyer? Anyone but a cop. Especially a cop who is so wet behind the ears. The Boston PD could eat a man up and spit him out. He should know. The kid was to native and gung ho for his own good. He has seen the type; the one's who want to save the world. Damn it that was him 30 years ago.
"Dad?"
"What honey, were you talking to me?"
"Day dreaming again?" Jordan says with a smile.
"Yes darling, in fact come over here I want to talk to you." Max points over to a table against the wall.
Jordan knew this time was coming from the moment he walked in to her apartment this morning and saw Woody there. She had hoped he would be happy. Woody is the kind of guy fathers wished their daughters would meet and fall in love. She takes a seat at the table as Max sits down with a couple cups of coffee.
"Jordan, we need to talk about this morning..."
"Dad there's not much to talk about. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about us earlier but..."
"Because you knew what I'd say."
Jordan looked in her coffee cup wishing the answers on how to get her father's approval where in there.
"You know how I feel about you getting involved with police officers Jordan."
"Come on Dad I'm not 19 anymore. I think I can pick my own men."
"Oh, Hoyt's a good kid and a fine cop. But he's the kind of police officer that burns out quickly and ends up either out the street working as a security guard or he brings his job home."
"Dad you seem to forget I work in that field also." Jordan gets up and walks to the pool table and begins to rack the balls.
"That's right Jordan and the job eats you alive. You need to be able to have a life outside those walls." Max kicks back his cold coffee in one gulp and stands to walk over to Jordan. He didn't what to fight. Softly he takes the cue stick from her hands. "Honey, are you sure about this?"
"Yes Dad." Jordan looks up at her father. He looked so old at this moment. She reaches up to touch his cheek. "I promise I'm gonna take it slow and easy."
Max pulls her into an embrace. He could feel that this was going to end with both kids hearts shattered. He hoped they took it slow and easy.
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Woody sat in his car looking at the diamond flashing up from the little blue box. He had to sign away his first born and next five years of his life to finance it, but the ring was beautiful. A simple solitaire set in platinum. With a snap of the box top he secreted the little box into his pocket. He knows his next move should be to go to talk to Max. But he needs to see Jordan first. They could talk to him together. Max wouldn't kill him in front of his daughter, would he? Yes, he definably needed to have Jordan with him. Maybe Mr. Cavanaugh would forgive him by the christening of his first grandson? Probably not... if he didn't go talk to him first. He'd try Pogue first, public execution didn't seem Mr. Cavanaugh's style. Starting the car Woody pulls out of the jewelry store parking lot, he had a lot of stops to make before he got home. He had a very special evening to plan.
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Jordan tried to call Woody three times at home and just got the answering machine. His cell phone was busy. Instead of waiting around for her phone to ring she decided to get out. Making sure her cell worked she heads out the door. She really should grab something to eat. Breakfast was a little awkward and lunch was nonexistent. Her truck must have autopilot because after a few minutes of driving she ends up in her parking space at the morgue. She looks around and notices Nigel's bike was there. So much for take out; with a smile she lets herself out of the vehicle and heads in to the building.
Nigel had just spent the last few hours working on the stack of cold case files he had in his desk. He felt the thrill of trying to discover the truths that have eluded the best criminalists through the years. One of these days he was going to actually solve one of these cases. The chime of the lift caught his attention. "Company; I hope this one can hold their end of a lively conversation." A Cheshire cat smile split his face when he saw Jordan round the corner.
"Good Afternoon love; are we getting new tenants or is this a social call?"
Jordan smiles as she walks into the room and pulls out a chair to sit next to Nigel. "Social. Is it been busy today? You know you don't have to stay here when you're on call, that's what the beepers are for."
"I don't have a life darling; unlike other people I know. In fact why are you here when you have a little toe warmer at home?"
Jordan laughs "Last time I saw him he was running for the hills. Dad stopped by this morning."
"Oh no, I hope he doesn't have a key."
"No, he's doesn't have a key...at least I don't think so....but he did catch Woody coming out of my bedroom."
"And I'm guessing he had no idea you two are an item now."
Jordan looks at her shoes.
"Jordan you should have told him."
"I know, but I didn't want him to start in on me"
"Well, he does have issues with you dating police officers"
"I guess I was hoping I could break him gently into the idea."
"Catching your daughter doing the wild thing with a badge is not gently, dear."
"You know what the kicker is Nig? He thinks that I'm taking advantage of Woody."
"Darling, there are benefits to that..."
Jordan rolls her eyes "Well, he's got nothing to worry about I'm going to use my head this time."
"So our fearless Detective Hoyt was green, huh? If I haven't missed my guess I'd say he's waiting with baited breath for Max to hunt him down with a shotgun demanding he make an honest woman out of you."
"Nigel, even Woody's not that old fashioned! Trust me."
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Max stood at the empty bar putting the finishing touches on the books for the accountant. Yeah, this was going to be a very good month indeed. A knock on the door made him look up from the columns of numbers. He looks through the wavy glass to see the familiar figure of Woody Hoyt standing on the stoop. Well the kid had moxie to show up on his doorstep, he had to give him that. To bad he really liked the boy. With a chuckle he walked to the door. Jordan could do lots worse, he could be Eddie Winslow.
As the door opened Woody looks in at Max, "Mr. Cavanaugh, Max, ah, may I come in?"
"Sure Hoyt" Max says in his best father of the daughter voice.
"Ah, Mr. Cavanaugh, sir, I think, well, we need to talk." Woody stammers as he walks into the bar. 'This was ridiculous' Woody thinks to himself. 'I need to relax' Woody rolls his shoulders.
"You alright Hoyt?" Max says as he walks around to the other side of the bar.
Good, a solid piece of oak between us. Woody relaxes slightly and ignoring the question he says, "I need to talk to you about my intentions with Jordan."
Max stood silently as Woody continues "I want you to now I love your daughter very much, and I'm sure she feels the same way and even though we've only been a couple for a short time; we've been friends and co- workers for well over a year." So far so good, Woody was proud of himself. "Because of the.... ramifications of our relationship I'd like to ask you for Jordan's hand." That sounded good.
As Woody's phone rings Max could not get That Word out of his mind. Ramifications. What the hell did that mean?
"I'm sorry that was the department I have to go. Can we talk again later? I know you need time to make your decision, but I'm going to talk to Jordan about this later today. I really think it would be best if Jordan and I set a date soon."
Woody didn't wait for an answer he was out the door in a flash.
Max leans on his palms against the bar. "Ramifications?....My God is she pregnant?!"
To be continued...
Woody gives Jordan an ultimatum. She tells him 'sorry Charlie'; before she tells him to take his clothes off. In the morning she has a change of heart but it's Woody's turn to play hard to get. With some sage advice from a truly sympathetic source (Nigel) and a very unlikely one (Rene); by lunch time, true love prevails and they embark on a new, very shaky, level in their relationship. Life was so much easier before the world was on to them......
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Woody wakes Jordan by softly drawing little figure eights on her belly with his index finger. They'd been together for almost three weeks now. He had a pinch himself every once in awhile. A sleepy "Good Morning" stops him from his musings.
"Good Morning" he smiles over to her. God she was beautiful in the morning; all rumpled and soft. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. Sunday mornings were made for sleeping in.
"I bet the paper's here." she mumbles.
"Probably."
"Are you going to get it?" she says pulling away slightly.
"Your paper, you go get it." Woody replies pulling her arm closer over his chest.
"My bones turned to mush hours ago" she smiles against his neck.
"Why thank you ma'am"
She tugs the hair on his chest. "You go get it."
"I'd rather stay right here with you...Besides I have it on good authority that the Sunday paper is just recopied every week." Woody says as he kisses her palm.
"Is that so..."
"...mmmm, the economy is bad, and the road work will never get finished." he lifts her arm to kiss the inside of her elbow.
"Oh and I bet there is nothing on TV next week..."Jordan replies.
"Nope," he says as he pulls her on top of him, "the Celtics lost and the Sox's won."
"I hear the Boston Pop's are gearing up for the season at Tanglewood..." she said breathlessly as his hand strokes over her hip.
"There's a good coupon for Wheaties and Tide's on sale...somewhere" he says nibbling a path down her neck.
"I see your point...." she whispers as she runs a hand up his thigh.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Startled, they sit up and look at each other.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"Expecting any one?" Woody says looking out the bedroom door as if expecting someone to walk in.
"No" Jordan says staring at the door herself.
"Do you want me to get it?" Woody says he half steps out of the bed fishing around the floor for his pants.
Jordan rises out of the bed and wraps a robe around herself. " No, I'll get it." She leaves the room to answer the door.
After a quick trip through the apartment, Jordan opens the door a crack and looks out....
"Dad!?"
Max pushes passed her into the apartment carrying a bakery bag and her paper.
"Good Morning Sweetheart. Sleeping in? I found your paper out front."
Jordan spares a quick glance at the open bedroom door. "Ah, hi Dad...um, what are you doing here?'
"I've haven't heard from you in awhile and thought I could convince you to come help me with a little inventory this morning. We could spend some time together and..."
There is a loud thump from Jordan's bedroom.
Max looks at her and Jordan looks at the ground. Woody comes out of the room trying to put his shoes on as he walked. His shirt was buttoned all wrong and the blush on his face made Jordan bit her lip so as not to laugh out loud.
"Good...Good Morning, ah Max... Mr. Cavanaugh." Woody says with his voice cracking.
"Hoyt" Max returns not looking at Woody but just raising an eyebrow to Jordan.
Making and then breaking eye contact with her father Jordan turns to Woody. "Ah, Woody would you mind..." Jordan grabs his arm and walks him to the door way.
"Of course, yes, ah, you sure, I can stay..." he glances at an austere Max.
"No, I think I'd better handle this alone. I'll call you later." She kisses him lightly on the lips and he escapes with no further acknowledgment from Max.
As Jordan closes the door Max says, "Jordan, you a big girl now and havin' over night guests does not shock me anymore, but are you sure about this."
"He's not taking advantage of me if that's what you're thinking."
"It's not you that I'm worried about... it's him."
"Dad!?" Jordan says with a laugh walking back into the apartment.
"I'm serious Jordan; the kid was positively green when he left here."
"That look on your face makes me cringe too."
Max just gives her the evil eye. "He's a little naive...and boy carries his heart on his sleeve...not to mention he's a cop. Jordan, I want stand by while you..."
"Dad, I'm taking one day at a time and enjoying the ride. An as for being a cop; it's not like we going to elope to Vegas."
"I hope so darling."
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Woody was halfway back to his apartment when his heart settled back into his chest. Mr. Cavanaugh was not he kind of guy you could mess with, especially when it came to his daughter. Now what? He sure as hell couldn't face him again. Not like this. There was only one thing to do. First he needed to get home and changed and then he needed to find out if there were any jewelry stores open on Sunday mornings in this town.
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Later on that morning at Pogue; Jordan and her father had the order ready for the distributors.
"Business has been good these last few weeks Dad." Jordan comments as she put another bottle of whiskey under the bar.
"Yeah, I've been in business for little more than a year and I'm finally in the black this month." He chuckles proudly.
"Good, you can start paying me then." Jordan laughs
"Don't push it girl."
Jordan laughs again and throws a bar rag at her father. Noticing a good song was coming on the radio Jordan turns it up and begins to sway around the end of the bar. She grabs the broom that is sitting there and begins to sweep humming with the music. It felt good to see her happy Max thinks to himself. Detective Hoyt. He wasn't his first pick for her but if he can put that smile on her face he'd do; for now. Why couldn't she find a nice safe doctor or lawyer? Anyone but a cop. Especially a cop who is so wet behind the ears. The Boston PD could eat a man up and spit him out. He should know. The kid was to native and gung ho for his own good. He has seen the type; the one's who want to save the world. Damn it that was him 30 years ago.
"Dad?"
"What honey, were you talking to me?"
"Day dreaming again?" Jordan says with a smile.
"Yes darling, in fact come over here I want to talk to you." Max points over to a table against the wall.
Jordan knew this time was coming from the moment he walked in to her apartment this morning and saw Woody there. She had hoped he would be happy. Woody is the kind of guy fathers wished their daughters would meet and fall in love. She takes a seat at the table as Max sits down with a couple cups of coffee.
"Jordan, we need to talk about this morning..."
"Dad there's not much to talk about. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about us earlier but..."
"Because you knew what I'd say."
Jordan looked in her coffee cup wishing the answers on how to get her father's approval where in there.
"You know how I feel about you getting involved with police officers Jordan."
"Come on Dad I'm not 19 anymore. I think I can pick my own men."
"Oh, Hoyt's a good kid and a fine cop. But he's the kind of police officer that burns out quickly and ends up either out the street working as a security guard or he brings his job home."
"Dad you seem to forget I work in that field also." Jordan gets up and walks to the pool table and begins to rack the balls.
"That's right Jordan and the job eats you alive. You need to be able to have a life outside those walls." Max kicks back his cold coffee in one gulp and stands to walk over to Jordan. He didn't what to fight. Softly he takes the cue stick from her hands. "Honey, are you sure about this?"
"Yes Dad." Jordan looks up at her father. He looked so old at this moment. She reaches up to touch his cheek. "I promise I'm gonna take it slow and easy."
Max pulls her into an embrace. He could feel that this was going to end with both kids hearts shattered. He hoped they took it slow and easy.
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Woody sat in his car looking at the diamond flashing up from the little blue box. He had to sign away his first born and next five years of his life to finance it, but the ring was beautiful. A simple solitaire set in platinum. With a snap of the box top he secreted the little box into his pocket. He knows his next move should be to go to talk to Max. But he needs to see Jordan first. They could talk to him together. Max wouldn't kill him in front of his daughter, would he? Yes, he definably needed to have Jordan with him. Maybe Mr. Cavanaugh would forgive him by the christening of his first grandson? Probably not... if he didn't go talk to him first. He'd try Pogue first, public execution didn't seem Mr. Cavanaugh's style. Starting the car Woody pulls out of the jewelry store parking lot, he had a lot of stops to make before he got home. He had a very special evening to plan.
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Jordan tried to call Woody three times at home and just got the answering machine. His cell phone was busy. Instead of waiting around for her phone to ring she decided to get out. Making sure her cell worked she heads out the door. She really should grab something to eat. Breakfast was a little awkward and lunch was nonexistent. Her truck must have autopilot because after a few minutes of driving she ends up in her parking space at the morgue. She looks around and notices Nigel's bike was there. So much for take out; with a smile she lets herself out of the vehicle and heads in to the building.
Nigel had just spent the last few hours working on the stack of cold case files he had in his desk. He felt the thrill of trying to discover the truths that have eluded the best criminalists through the years. One of these days he was going to actually solve one of these cases. The chime of the lift caught his attention. "Company; I hope this one can hold their end of a lively conversation." A Cheshire cat smile split his face when he saw Jordan round the corner.
"Good Afternoon love; are we getting new tenants or is this a social call?"
Jordan smiles as she walks into the room and pulls out a chair to sit next to Nigel. "Social. Is it been busy today? You know you don't have to stay here when you're on call, that's what the beepers are for."
"I don't have a life darling; unlike other people I know. In fact why are you here when you have a little toe warmer at home?"
Jordan laughs "Last time I saw him he was running for the hills. Dad stopped by this morning."
"Oh no, I hope he doesn't have a key."
"No, he's doesn't have a key...at least I don't think so....but he did catch Woody coming out of my bedroom."
"And I'm guessing he had no idea you two are an item now."
Jordan looks at her shoes.
"Jordan you should have told him."
"I know, but I didn't want him to start in on me"
"Well, he does have issues with you dating police officers"
"I guess I was hoping I could break him gently into the idea."
"Catching your daughter doing the wild thing with a badge is not gently, dear."
"You know what the kicker is Nig? He thinks that I'm taking advantage of Woody."
"Darling, there are benefits to that..."
Jordan rolls her eyes "Well, he's got nothing to worry about I'm going to use my head this time."
"So our fearless Detective Hoyt was green, huh? If I haven't missed my guess I'd say he's waiting with baited breath for Max to hunt him down with a shotgun demanding he make an honest woman out of you."
"Nigel, even Woody's not that old fashioned! Trust me."
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Max stood at the empty bar putting the finishing touches on the books for the accountant. Yeah, this was going to be a very good month indeed. A knock on the door made him look up from the columns of numbers. He looks through the wavy glass to see the familiar figure of Woody Hoyt standing on the stoop. Well the kid had moxie to show up on his doorstep, he had to give him that. To bad he really liked the boy. With a chuckle he walked to the door. Jordan could do lots worse, he could be Eddie Winslow.
As the door opened Woody looks in at Max, "Mr. Cavanaugh, Max, ah, may I come in?"
"Sure Hoyt" Max says in his best father of the daughter voice.
"Ah, Mr. Cavanaugh, sir, I think, well, we need to talk." Woody stammers as he walks into the bar. 'This was ridiculous' Woody thinks to himself. 'I need to relax' Woody rolls his shoulders.
"You alright Hoyt?" Max says as he walks around to the other side of the bar.
Good, a solid piece of oak between us. Woody relaxes slightly and ignoring the question he says, "I need to talk to you about my intentions with Jordan."
Max stood silently as Woody continues "I want you to now I love your daughter very much, and I'm sure she feels the same way and even though we've only been a couple for a short time; we've been friends and co- workers for well over a year." So far so good, Woody was proud of himself. "Because of the.... ramifications of our relationship I'd like to ask you for Jordan's hand." That sounded good.
As Woody's phone rings Max could not get That Word out of his mind. Ramifications. What the hell did that mean?
"I'm sorry that was the department I have to go. Can we talk again later? I know you need time to make your decision, but I'm going to talk to Jordan about this later today. I really think it would be best if Jordan and I set a date soon."
Woody didn't wait for an answer he was out the door in a flash.
Max leans on his palms against the bar. "Ramifications?....My God is she pregnant?!"
To be continued...