That Night Part 2
Rating PG-13
Jordan. . . Ok ~ deep breath and open the door and. . .
"Jordan? You ok?"
"Lily! Um, hi! I, uh, I. . ."
"You look a little shaken up. Are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah, I just. . . Um. . . I need to get back to my office and check in with Nigel about something. I'll talk to you later, ok?"
"Yeah, sure. Whenever you need to talk. . ."
"I know. You're here. Thanks Lily." Oh shit that was close! Too close. Ok, now to let Nige in on the news. "Hi."
"Hi."
"So, um. . ."
"Jordan, what did it say?"
"Nige, it doesn't talk. It's a stick of plastic. Silly boy!"
"Jordan. . ."
"Ok, ok. Here." Better to let him see it for himself.
Her eyes betraying nothing, Jordan held the test out to him, hoping that her hand wouldn't betray her true feelings by shaking. Nige, trying to read something from her demeanor but finding himself unable to read her at all reached out and took the test from her hand. He looked at it without saying a word. A full minute passed.
"A plus sign. Does this mean what I think it does?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure it does. So now, well, what do we do?"
"Are you sure these things are accurate?"
"Supposedly. I didn't spend tons of time getting it, just found the right section at the store and grabbed one. It reminded me of how I felt the first time I bought a box of condoms for 'just in case.' I was convinced that someone Dad knew was going to see me buying it."
"Are you sure you did it right?"
"Nige, it's peeing on a stick. How hard could it be?"
"I was just asking."
"I guess we could look at the directions and at least make sure we're reading the test right. I mean, I'm not sure how we could be misreading a plus sign, but the box is in the trash can right here. Ok. It's. . ."
"What? It's there, right?"
"Yeah. Um, Nige?"
"What now?"
Jordan held up the box for him to see. Nigel looked at it, trying to figure out the bizarre look on her face.
"Jordan, it's a box."
"Nige, read the name of the type of test."
"It says fert-. . . Jordan, it's a fertility test."
"Guess I should have looked at what I was buying a little more specifically."
"So what exactly. . .?"
"I guess it's saying I'm. . ."
"Jordan, please don't finish that sentence."
"Ok. So I guess if I get a chance at lunch I'll. . ."
Garret knocked on the door, then stepped into Jordan's office. He looked from Nigel, who was sitting on the couch looking somewhat perplexed, to Jordan, who looked like a kid who just got her hand caught in the cookie jar and was trying to hide the evidence.
"Do I even want to know. . .?"
"Nope."
"That's what I figured Jordan. Anyway, there's been a body discovered over near the Botanical Gardens. You were. . ."
"Let me guess. I was requested."
"Yeah. But if there's something. . ."
"Nah. I'm outta here. Nige, I'll see you later."
"Ok. Jordan. . ."
"It'll be ok. Let's try to get together for lunch."
Jordan grabbed her keys and her bag and went out to her car, trying to focus on the job she knew was ahead of her while berating herself for not paying more attention in the store this morning. "Great job, Jordan. You couldn't have taken 30 extra seconds to actually read what you were picking up!" She hopped in her Explorer and drove to the Botanical Gardens, still fighting with herself to focus on what she needed to focus on rather than what was eating at her mind, what had been eating at her mind for about a week now. And to add to it, she knew she was going to be seeing Woody in a few minutes ~ no one else had dispatch specifically request her. How on earth was she going to focus on her job? Before she knew it, she had pulled up along side the police cars and was gathering her equipment bad out of the back of her car. She felt a hand touch her shoulder and heard a familiar voice. . .
"Well, well. Jordan Cavanaugh. If it isn't my lucky day."
"Morning Woody. Having dispatch request me again?"
He looked at the ground quickly and felt the blood rising in his cheeks. "Well, um. . ."
"Don't sweat it, farm boy. Why don't you show me the body ~ and tell me what you know on the way over there."
"Ok. Let's go. This way."
. . .to be continued. . .
Jordan. . . Ok ~ deep breath and open the door and. . .
"Jordan? You ok?"
"Lily! Um, hi! I, uh, I. . ."
"You look a little shaken up. Are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah, I just. . . Um. . . I need to get back to my office and check in with Nigel about something. I'll talk to you later, ok?"
"Yeah, sure. Whenever you need to talk. . ."
"I know. You're here. Thanks Lily." Oh shit that was close! Too close. Ok, now to let Nige in on the news. "Hi."
"Hi."
"So, um. . ."
"Jordan, what did it say?"
"Nige, it doesn't talk. It's a stick of plastic. Silly boy!"
"Jordan. . ."
"Ok, ok. Here." Better to let him see it for himself.
Her eyes betraying nothing, Jordan held the test out to him, hoping that her hand wouldn't betray her true feelings by shaking. Nige, trying to read something from her demeanor but finding himself unable to read her at all reached out and took the test from her hand. He looked at it without saying a word. A full minute passed.
"A plus sign. Does this mean what I think it does?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure it does. So now, well, what do we do?"
"Are you sure these things are accurate?"
"Supposedly. I didn't spend tons of time getting it, just found the right section at the store and grabbed one. It reminded me of how I felt the first time I bought a box of condoms for 'just in case.' I was convinced that someone Dad knew was going to see me buying it."
"Are you sure you did it right?"
"Nige, it's peeing on a stick. How hard could it be?"
"I was just asking."
"I guess we could look at the directions and at least make sure we're reading the test right. I mean, I'm not sure how we could be misreading a plus sign, but the box is in the trash can right here. Ok. It's. . ."
"What? It's there, right?"
"Yeah. Um, Nige?"
"What now?"
Jordan held up the box for him to see. Nigel looked at it, trying to figure out the bizarre look on her face.
"Jordan, it's a box."
"Nige, read the name of the type of test."
"It says fert-. . . Jordan, it's a fertility test."
"Guess I should have looked at what I was buying a little more specifically."
"So what exactly. . .?"
"I guess it's saying I'm. . ."
"Jordan, please don't finish that sentence."
"Ok. So I guess if I get a chance at lunch I'll. . ."
Garret knocked on the door, then stepped into Jordan's office. He looked from Nigel, who was sitting on the couch looking somewhat perplexed, to Jordan, who looked like a kid who just got her hand caught in the cookie jar and was trying to hide the evidence.
"Do I even want to know. . .?"
"Nope."
"That's what I figured Jordan. Anyway, there's been a body discovered over near the Botanical Gardens. You were. . ."
"Let me guess. I was requested."
"Yeah. But if there's something. . ."
"Nah. I'm outta here. Nige, I'll see you later."
"Ok. Jordan. . ."
"It'll be ok. Let's try to get together for lunch."
Jordan grabbed her keys and her bag and went out to her car, trying to focus on the job she knew was ahead of her while berating herself for not paying more attention in the store this morning. "Great job, Jordan. You couldn't have taken 30 extra seconds to actually read what you were picking up!" She hopped in her Explorer and drove to the Botanical Gardens, still fighting with herself to focus on what she needed to focus on rather than what was eating at her mind, what had been eating at her mind for about a week now. And to add to it, she knew she was going to be seeing Woody in a few minutes ~ no one else had dispatch specifically request her. How on earth was she going to focus on her job? Before she knew it, she had pulled up along side the police cars and was gathering her equipment bad out of the back of her car. She felt a hand touch her shoulder and heard a familiar voice. . .
"Well, well. Jordan Cavanaugh. If it isn't my lucky day."
"Morning Woody. Having dispatch request me again?"
He looked at the ground quickly and felt the blood rising in his cheeks. "Well, um. . ."
"Don't sweat it, farm boy. Why don't you show me the body ~ and tell me what you know on the way over there."
"Ok. Let's go. This way."
. . .to be continued. . .