The Wind Cries Mommy - Part 4
Pale Blue Eyes
Note: All characters belong to Tom Kring, NBC, and everybody in between. But you knew that. On with the show!
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"I thought you were going straight to the hospital." Lily was surprised to be called back to Garrett's office.
"Yeah, I've got some stuff to take care of first. She's probably not awake yet, anyway."
"Well, look, I told Nigel and Bug, but I couldn't find Peter."
"That's okay," replied Garrett. "I called you in here because I couldn't get hold of Stiles. Bus crash. Not in our jurisdiction, so we won't have to deal with it, but they've got their work cut out for them. Stiles is . . ."
". . . not available. I understand."
"So I want you to go in his place."
"To see Jordan? Fine, yeah, I can do that."
Garrett smiled. "Bring her this for me, too, will you?" He handed her a large lemon poppy seed muffin. "Fresh from the bakery down the street."
Lily took the muffin and nodded. "I'll do that. Remember about doctor- patient privilege, though." She winked.
"How could I forget. Now get going." She did.
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Why do you listen to him, Peter? Why? He argued with himself on the way home. Mace had sent him off early, and he knew exactly why, too. Because he's the boss, that's why, he answered himself for the fifth time. He was out of line asking me. But he did, and I had it. Right there, in my locker. Staring me in the face. Why? Why didn't I toss it? Because someone would have found it, traced it back to me. Couldn't sell it, couldn't dump it down the drain. Definitely couldn't take it. God. Now it's gone, and. . .
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"I still can't believe she's in the hospital," lamented Bug. "Why is she always doing this to herself."
"She didn't do it to herself," scolded Nigel. "Okay, well, she brought it upon herself, but that's not the same thing."
"Of course it is. The girl's got a death wish."
"True. True enough. But she's not suicidal."
"Didn't she used to be?"
"Bloody rumor."
"Right. Let's just get back to work. We can see her tomorrow."
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Woody looked at Jordan, and Jordan looked at Woody.
"So, who was that, again?"
"That was my brother, Woody."
"Your brother."
"Yes, my brother." She looked endearingly into his pale blue eyes.
"Great, so we'll have a psychotic best man."
Jordan smirked. "Was that sarcasm or a proposal?"
He sighed. "Look, I gotta go. They may have taken me off this case, but I still have a ton of paperwork to do."
"Right. Don't strain yourself, now."
"Bye Jordan."
"Yeah, bye Woody. Thanks for keeping me company."
"No problem." He left the room, and she collapsed back onto the bed. Best man? What was that? He never really did answer that, but hey. Had she really expected him to?
Pale Blue Eyes
Note: All characters belong to Tom Kring, NBC, and everybody in between. But you knew that. On with the show!
~~~~~
"I thought you were going straight to the hospital." Lily was surprised to be called back to Garrett's office.
"Yeah, I've got some stuff to take care of first. She's probably not awake yet, anyway."
"Well, look, I told Nigel and Bug, but I couldn't find Peter."
"That's okay," replied Garrett. "I called you in here because I couldn't get hold of Stiles. Bus crash. Not in our jurisdiction, so we won't have to deal with it, but they've got their work cut out for them. Stiles is . . ."
". . . not available. I understand."
"So I want you to go in his place."
"To see Jordan? Fine, yeah, I can do that."
Garrett smiled. "Bring her this for me, too, will you?" He handed her a large lemon poppy seed muffin. "Fresh from the bakery down the street."
Lily took the muffin and nodded. "I'll do that. Remember about doctor- patient privilege, though." She winked.
"How could I forget. Now get going." She did.
~~~~~
Why do you listen to him, Peter? Why? He argued with himself on the way home. Mace had sent him off early, and he knew exactly why, too. Because he's the boss, that's why, he answered himself for the fifth time. He was out of line asking me. But he did, and I had it. Right there, in my locker. Staring me in the face. Why? Why didn't I toss it? Because someone would have found it, traced it back to me. Couldn't sell it, couldn't dump it down the drain. Definitely couldn't take it. God. Now it's gone, and. . .
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"I still can't believe she's in the hospital," lamented Bug. "Why is she always doing this to herself."
"She didn't do it to herself," scolded Nigel. "Okay, well, she brought it upon herself, but that's not the same thing."
"Of course it is. The girl's got a death wish."
"True. True enough. But she's not suicidal."
"Didn't she used to be?"
"Bloody rumor."
"Right. Let's just get back to work. We can see her tomorrow."
~~~~~
Woody looked at Jordan, and Jordan looked at Woody.
"So, who was that, again?"
"That was my brother, Woody."
"Your brother."
"Yes, my brother." She looked endearingly into his pale blue eyes.
"Great, so we'll have a psychotic best man."
Jordan smirked. "Was that sarcasm or a proposal?"
He sighed. "Look, I gotta go. They may have taken me off this case, but I still have a ton of paperwork to do."
"Right. Don't strain yourself, now."
"Bye Jordan."
"Yeah, bye Woody. Thanks for keeping me company."
"No problem." He left the room, and she collapsed back onto the bed. Best man? What was that? He never really did answer that, but hey. Had she really expected him to?