Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but since they are going to be
in mothballs for the next ¾'s of a year...
Note: The 1986 World Series was won in a 7 and final game by the New York Mets in a come from behind win in the pivotal 10th inning in Game 6 where Mookie Wilson (with a full 3-2 count) hit a line drive to first where the first baseman, Bill Buckner, who caught the error by letting it roll between his legs. It was truly something out of the Twilight Zone.
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Jordan, Woody and Bug are standing over the dead body of a man found late last night. His death is being connected with a small time hit man with big time connections. After awhile the conversation turns to small talk and the scores from the games played the night before. Woody brings up a sore subject....
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You're kidding, right?" Jordan says, her voice muffled by the mask she is wearing.
"No, I'm not."
"Woody, I wouldn't go there if I were you." Bug warns.
"Hoyt, I am truly disappointed. I thought I knew you better." Jordan finishes working in the chest cavity of the murder victim on the table. Lifting the bullet pierced heart she looks over at Woody. "Make yourself useful and push over that scale."
Woody gingerly pushes the scale closer to the examination table. Jordan places the heart on to it making sure it made a sickening "splat".
Bug looks up from the cadaver and snickers at Jordan.
"Was that necessary?" Woody asks.
Jordan just frowns from behind her mask and continues the examination. The body had a single gun shot to the chest. Nigel is presently running the ballistic test on the bullet she retrieved earlier. But they all were pretty sure of what the results will be.
Woody brushes off the wave of nausea that he feels looking at the heart laying there in the stainless steel bowl. Good thing lunch was a few hours earlier.
"Detective, if you're going to get sick; please do it outside." Jordan says as she closes the body. Nigel chooses that moment to walk in and hand Woody his report.
"Jordan, I don't see what the big deal is?"
"If you have to ask that question, you have not lived in Boston long enough." Bug says as he begins to prep the body to go back to the crypt.
Jordan pulls her gloves off with a snap and lowers her mask. She catches Woody's eye and says "You can talk about how bad the Bruins did this year, you can tell me how the noise from Logan keeps you up all night. Hell, we can even debate about what exactly Nigel does on a Saturday....."
Nigel stammers "How did I get the middle of this?"
Jordan continues, ".......But never, ever bring up the 1986 World Series from the wrong side of the field." Jordan turns to look at Bug and says "You have this covered?" Bug nods "Fine, I'm going to get this paperwork finished."
Nigel slaps Woody on the back as they watch Jordan's retreating figure. Sympathetically he says "Damn pity there old chap. I was beginning to think you had a chance with the delightful Doctor Cavanaugh."
"I was just trying to make a point." Woody whines.
Bug cringes at the sound of Woody's voice and says "Will he ever learn?"
Nigel wraps an arm around Woody's shoulders and leads him out into the hall. Once there he says, "What exactly did you say?"
"I just said that Game 6 of the '86 Series was pivotal to New York's win."
"And...?" Nigel asks
"Wilson got a great hit and that maybe Buckner should have been paying better attention...."
Nigel looks around quickly to make sure nobody is over hearing their conversation. He grabs Woody by the sleeve and drags him into Trace. "Woody, you lucky she didn't take your own gun and shoot you with it." Looking right and left again Nigel continues "You've only been in town for only a short time, so I'll give you this little word of advice.... By all that's holy do not go around saying words like that or you may find yourself floating in the Charles. The fine citizen's of Boston take the unfortunate circumstances of that dark October day very personally."
"It was just a baseball game."
"To you in the Midwest perhaps...but here...."
"Do you think she's really pissed?"
"Woodrow, Jordan almost had a funeral home attendant fired because his last name happened to be 'Shea'
Woody says "That's ridiculous." Nigel just shakes his head at him. "What do I do now?"
"I suggest you bloody well lay low for awhile."
"Well, that's going to be impossible." Woody says as he points his thumb in the direction of the room they had just left. "We've got a new lead on the main suspect. All we need is some hard evidence to connect him to the guy he's is working for. He has just moved in to the building next to Jordan's. In fact one of Jordan's windows faces his apartment. There's a team in her place right now setting up surveillance equipment. I volunteered for the stake out."
"Normally I would be congratulating you on your good fortune, but now I only hope you can get out of there with your manhood intact."
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In her office, Jordan finishes signing the autopsy for Woody. Funny, she would have never pegged him as a Mets' fan.....
Pushing it out of her mind Jordan stands up ready to go find Woody. Too bad he gets on her nerves sometimes. Maybe she should have remembered that thought when she agreed to have him camp out at her place during this stake out. But the thought of any one else in her private space just didn't feel right.
There's a knock on her door.
"Come in"
"You have that report finished?" Woody says as he sticks his head in the room.
"Just finishing it up" Jordan says closing the folder.
"Good." Woody says reaching out for it "Ah, Jordan, they should be set up with that equipment at your place by now. I'm just going to stop at my place and grab some stuff and go straight over. Hopefully we'll be out of there as soon a possible."
"Fine"
"Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of everything while I'm there."
"Oh, I won't because I'm not moving out as you move your happy ass in."
"Jordan, you said you were just going to go stay with your father when we talked about this earlier at the station."
"No, you said I was going to go stay with my father. If you think I'm going to leave you alone with my underwear drawer, you are sadly mistaken farm boy...."
Note: The 1986 World Series was won in a 7 and final game by the New York Mets in a come from behind win in the pivotal 10th inning in Game 6 where Mookie Wilson (with a full 3-2 count) hit a line drive to first where the first baseman, Bill Buckner, who caught the error by letting it roll between his legs. It was truly something out of the Twilight Zone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jordan, Woody and Bug are standing over the dead body of a man found late last night. His death is being connected with a small time hit man with big time connections. After awhile the conversation turns to small talk and the scores from the games played the night before. Woody brings up a sore subject....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're kidding, right?" Jordan says, her voice muffled by the mask she is wearing.
"No, I'm not."
"Woody, I wouldn't go there if I were you." Bug warns.
"Hoyt, I am truly disappointed. I thought I knew you better." Jordan finishes working in the chest cavity of the murder victim on the table. Lifting the bullet pierced heart she looks over at Woody. "Make yourself useful and push over that scale."
Woody gingerly pushes the scale closer to the examination table. Jordan places the heart on to it making sure it made a sickening "splat".
Bug looks up from the cadaver and snickers at Jordan.
"Was that necessary?" Woody asks.
Jordan just frowns from behind her mask and continues the examination. The body had a single gun shot to the chest. Nigel is presently running the ballistic test on the bullet she retrieved earlier. But they all were pretty sure of what the results will be.
Woody brushes off the wave of nausea that he feels looking at the heart laying there in the stainless steel bowl. Good thing lunch was a few hours earlier.
"Detective, if you're going to get sick; please do it outside." Jordan says as she closes the body. Nigel chooses that moment to walk in and hand Woody his report.
"Jordan, I don't see what the big deal is?"
"If you have to ask that question, you have not lived in Boston long enough." Bug says as he begins to prep the body to go back to the crypt.
Jordan pulls her gloves off with a snap and lowers her mask. She catches Woody's eye and says "You can talk about how bad the Bruins did this year, you can tell me how the noise from Logan keeps you up all night. Hell, we can even debate about what exactly Nigel does on a Saturday....."
Nigel stammers "How did I get the middle of this?"
Jordan continues, ".......But never, ever bring up the 1986 World Series from the wrong side of the field." Jordan turns to look at Bug and says "You have this covered?" Bug nods "Fine, I'm going to get this paperwork finished."
Nigel slaps Woody on the back as they watch Jordan's retreating figure. Sympathetically he says "Damn pity there old chap. I was beginning to think you had a chance with the delightful Doctor Cavanaugh."
"I was just trying to make a point." Woody whines.
Bug cringes at the sound of Woody's voice and says "Will he ever learn?"
Nigel wraps an arm around Woody's shoulders and leads him out into the hall. Once there he says, "What exactly did you say?"
"I just said that Game 6 of the '86 Series was pivotal to New York's win."
"And...?" Nigel asks
"Wilson got a great hit and that maybe Buckner should have been paying better attention...."
Nigel looks around quickly to make sure nobody is over hearing their conversation. He grabs Woody by the sleeve and drags him into Trace. "Woody, you lucky she didn't take your own gun and shoot you with it." Looking right and left again Nigel continues "You've only been in town for only a short time, so I'll give you this little word of advice.... By all that's holy do not go around saying words like that or you may find yourself floating in the Charles. The fine citizen's of Boston take the unfortunate circumstances of that dark October day very personally."
"It was just a baseball game."
"To you in the Midwest perhaps...but here...."
"Do you think she's really pissed?"
"Woodrow, Jordan almost had a funeral home attendant fired because his last name happened to be 'Shea'
Woody says "That's ridiculous." Nigel just shakes his head at him. "What do I do now?"
"I suggest you bloody well lay low for awhile."
"Well, that's going to be impossible." Woody says as he points his thumb in the direction of the room they had just left. "We've got a new lead on the main suspect. All we need is some hard evidence to connect him to the guy he's is working for. He has just moved in to the building next to Jordan's. In fact one of Jordan's windows faces his apartment. There's a team in her place right now setting up surveillance equipment. I volunteered for the stake out."
"Normally I would be congratulating you on your good fortune, but now I only hope you can get out of there with your manhood intact."
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In her office, Jordan finishes signing the autopsy for Woody. Funny, she would have never pegged him as a Mets' fan.....
Pushing it out of her mind Jordan stands up ready to go find Woody. Too bad he gets on her nerves sometimes. Maybe she should have remembered that thought when she agreed to have him camp out at her place during this stake out. But the thought of any one else in her private space just didn't feel right.
There's a knock on her door.
"Come in"
"You have that report finished?" Woody says as he sticks his head in the room.
"Just finishing it up" Jordan says closing the folder.
"Good." Woody says reaching out for it "Ah, Jordan, they should be set up with that equipment at your place by now. I'm just going to stop at my place and grab some stuff and go straight over. Hopefully we'll be out of there as soon a possible."
"Fine"
"Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of everything while I'm there."
"Oh, I won't because I'm not moving out as you move your happy ass in."
"Jordan, you said you were just going to go stay with your father when we talked about this earlier at the station."
"No, you said I was going to go stay with my father. If you think I'm going to leave you alone with my underwear drawer, you are sadly mistaken farm boy...."