"Jordan, you can't be serious. I would never do anything like that."
"If that's the case I really do worry about you Woody."
"I'm a professional Jordan!"
"That's wonderful Detective Hoyt" Jordan says tapping her pen against the badge hanging around his neck. "But I'm still sleeping in my own bed tonight."
"Jordan, I'm sure you'd be more comfortable at your father's place. I'd only be in your way."
"Don't lie to me; you think I'm going to be in YOUR way."
"Jordan it's not like that. Well. It's just I need to get some results here. My career is hanging a thread as it is."
"Trying to impress the Feds now? I thought you learned your lesson with the LAPD." Jordan says as she walks out of her office. Woody has to run to keep up with her.
"Jordan, please be reasonable here and just let me do my job. Think about your place is barely big enough for one. With both of us there....it's just going to be awkward."
Jordan stops in front of the elevator and pushes the down button. "Come on cowboy, don't you think it would look suspicious if a deliciously handsome man move into my place without me there? After all I have a reputation to uphold."
The elevator doors open and Jordan pushes Woody into the car. Before the doors can close and she says "Oh and don't eat all the left over Thai in the fridge. I want it when I get home."
Jordan laughed to herself as she walked back up the hallway. She was just outside of Trace when she hears Nigel call her name.
"Hey Nig, what's up?" Jordan says stepping into the office.
"Well, you sound a little more chipper than you did twenty minutes ago."
"I'm not going to hold a momentary lapse of judgment on Woody's behalf to ruin my whole day."
"A little birdie tells me you are having a houseguest moving in..."
"That was my momentary lapse of judgment."
"Oh come on Jordan, think about it, a full blown police stakeout right in your own living room. All the gadgets, all the excitement....Why do you have all the fun and I go home to...well, MY life. "
"I've been on stakeouts with my dad, Nigel...frankly; it's a lot of sitting around waiting for something to happen."
"So, you're not going to hang out and watch? Does that mean you going to tap the good taxpayers of this fine city and move into a hotel? Because if you are see if you can a suite. I could use a vacation, even if it's here in Boston."
"Not on your life. A chance to bring in Cahill's right hand man through his dimwitted gunman is too good to pass up."
"Not to mention being able to drive Woodrow straight up the wall."
"That too... A Mets' fan deserves no less....."
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Earlier in the Day....
Woody asks Jordan to join him down to Police Plaza. She walks into a conference room filled with suits setting along the long glossy table. She recognizes a few from the DA's office. The rest are federal agents. She is asked to sit.
"We have a lead on the suspect who most likely did the shooting over in Tate last night and a few more along the way. He's an underling to Kevin Cahill's number two guy." He says. "Our informant has told us that this man, Milo Ferguson, has just rented an apartment into the building next door to yours Dr. Cavanaugh."
Jordan looks over at Woody for a second before she asks, "And what does this have to do with me?"
"We'd like to set up a surveillance operation in your apartment Dr. Cavanaugh. We have received word that the two suspects in question with be meeting at that address to conduct business."
"I don't know...I'm not sure about...all the people and equipment" Jordan began to argue.
"I can assure you that our presence will be minimal. In fact, we've asked for the local law enforcement to supply a person to head up the operation within your apartment. Detective Hoyt has personally volunteered. The equipment consists of a few pieces of electronics and of course a digital video camera. The bulk of the operation will take place in a location down the street but we need one person on sight to make sure everything is working properly."
"Jordan, it's only for a few days. You can stay with your Dad for awhile." Woody adds.
"What if I say no?"
"We would not like this to come to that point." the man from the DA's office then passes a pile of papers over to Jordan across the smooth desk.
"Only Hoyt, right? And you'll clean up after yourselves? " Jordan asks, "I guess I have no choice..."
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Woody arrives at Jordan's apartment as the team is finishing up with the set up. The officer in charge, a guy by the name of Rogers, begins to show Woody around.
"We have a telephoto lens pointed directly at Ferguson's apartment window. I don't think it's going to be an issue to disguise it to much with the opaque glass panels in the window." Rogers says.
Woody looks at the video camera sitting on a small table in front of the window it's lens is pointing through one of the few clear panes of glass.
"I bet you can count the hairs on his head with this thing." Woody says as he looks through the viewfinder to see a clear shot into Ferguson's empty living room.
"We also have his phone tapped. Any incoming or outgoing calls will appear in this laptop screen. You will be able to hear the real-time conversation through this speaker." Rogers says as he points to a computer sitting on Jordan's dining room table. "I just finished hooking up a secondary monitor for the video camera so you don't have to sit there looking through the viewfinder all night."
"Sweet" Woody says looking at the 27 inch flat screen monitor sitting next to the TV.
"We are placing listening devices around the apartment within the hour. The incoming feed will come through that speaker over there. We also have a guy posted down front to report anyone coming or going into the building." Rogers points toward the street.
"Let me guess the bum I noticed out on the curb."
"Yeah, he kind of goes with the neighborhood. There are two that rotate every six hours. Their names are Wilson and Sanchez; they're hooked up to this frequency." Rogers hands a two way radio to Woody. "We have a truck posted about a block and a half east of here. If the DA's informant is right, Number Two should be at least checking in on Ferguson in the next twenty four hours."
"I hope so. Well, I think I have it." Woody says looking around the room.
"Hoyt, is it true that this place belongs to that hot M.E. downtown?"
"If you mean Dr. Cavanaugh, yes."
"Dude, I've heard some wild stories about her..."
"Yeah, well that's just hearsay." Woody begins to walk Rogers to the door.
"Either way I'd love to trade places with you." Rogers says as Woody almost pushes him out the door.
"Maybe next time...dude" Woody says as he closes the door. "...Over my dead body."
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It was about midnight when Jordan let herself into her apartment. In the darkened room, Woody is lounging on her new sofa watching Ferguson drink a beer and watch Cartoon Network.
"Honey, I'm home..."
Woody sits up quickly and pulls his feet off the coffee table.
"Anything good on" Jordan says as she looks at the feed of Ferguson reaching for his TV Guide.
Woody squints and tilts his head looking at the screen. "Ah...I think it says there is a movie on Channel 43..."
"To bad...I don't have cable." Jordan walks over to the refrigerator.
"Yeah I noticed that...but I did notice your video collection." Woody points to the stack of movies on the floor next to the television. "I can kind of understand most of these titles, but 'Princess Bride' Jordan? I never pictured you one for fairy tales."
"It was a gift from my friend Kim. I keep it in there to make her happy." Jordan says as she paws through the boxes of take out in her refrigerator.
"Is that why the cover is worn out and it's on the top of the pile? Admit it Jordan you're a closet romantic..."
Jordan gives up her search for food and turns walking toward the bathroom. "I'm going to bed. I trust you'll find the sofa comfortable."
"Good Night Jordan."
Jordan woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee. With Woody here to make the coffee she could sleep in for a few more minutes. Jordan thought for a minute she could get use to this. Sleep came easy last night even through the soft grow of the computer screens and the sounds coming from Ferguson's apartment and the sound of Woody's voice checking in with the others involved.
Jordan sits up after a few seconds "That coffee smells good. Did I miss anything last night?"
Woody looks over from checking the video camera to see a sleepy Jordan sitting up from her bed. He quickly looks away and says "Ah no, he turned the lights out about 2 AM. He's still asleep by the sounds of it."
"Where you able to get any sleep?" Jordan gets up and walks into the kitchen to pour herself some coffee.
"A couple hours...Do you mind if I use your shower?"
"Ah, sure whatever you need. Just let me go first I need to get to work."
"Just don't use up all the hot water" Woody stands to refill his coffee cup.
Jordan begins to walk toward the bathroom and over her shoulder she says "We can always share." She has to laugh out loud as Woody trips over the area rug in her kitchen.
"If that's the case I really do worry about you Woody."
"I'm a professional Jordan!"
"That's wonderful Detective Hoyt" Jordan says tapping her pen against the badge hanging around his neck. "But I'm still sleeping in my own bed tonight."
"Jordan, I'm sure you'd be more comfortable at your father's place. I'd only be in your way."
"Don't lie to me; you think I'm going to be in YOUR way."
"Jordan it's not like that. Well. It's just I need to get some results here. My career is hanging a thread as it is."
"Trying to impress the Feds now? I thought you learned your lesson with the LAPD." Jordan says as she walks out of her office. Woody has to run to keep up with her.
"Jordan, please be reasonable here and just let me do my job. Think about your place is barely big enough for one. With both of us there....it's just going to be awkward."
Jordan stops in front of the elevator and pushes the down button. "Come on cowboy, don't you think it would look suspicious if a deliciously handsome man move into my place without me there? After all I have a reputation to uphold."
The elevator doors open and Jordan pushes Woody into the car. Before the doors can close and she says "Oh and don't eat all the left over Thai in the fridge. I want it when I get home."
Jordan laughed to herself as she walked back up the hallway. She was just outside of Trace when she hears Nigel call her name.
"Hey Nig, what's up?" Jordan says stepping into the office.
"Well, you sound a little more chipper than you did twenty minutes ago."
"I'm not going to hold a momentary lapse of judgment on Woody's behalf to ruin my whole day."
"A little birdie tells me you are having a houseguest moving in..."
"That was my momentary lapse of judgment."
"Oh come on Jordan, think about it, a full blown police stakeout right in your own living room. All the gadgets, all the excitement....Why do you have all the fun and I go home to...well, MY life. "
"I've been on stakeouts with my dad, Nigel...frankly; it's a lot of sitting around waiting for something to happen."
"So, you're not going to hang out and watch? Does that mean you going to tap the good taxpayers of this fine city and move into a hotel? Because if you are see if you can a suite. I could use a vacation, even if it's here in Boston."
"Not on your life. A chance to bring in Cahill's right hand man through his dimwitted gunman is too good to pass up."
"Not to mention being able to drive Woodrow straight up the wall."
"That too... A Mets' fan deserves no less....."
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Earlier in the Day....
Woody asks Jordan to join him down to Police Plaza. She walks into a conference room filled with suits setting along the long glossy table. She recognizes a few from the DA's office. The rest are federal agents. She is asked to sit.
"We have a lead on the suspect who most likely did the shooting over in Tate last night and a few more along the way. He's an underling to Kevin Cahill's number two guy." He says. "Our informant has told us that this man, Milo Ferguson, has just rented an apartment into the building next door to yours Dr. Cavanaugh."
Jordan looks over at Woody for a second before she asks, "And what does this have to do with me?"
"We'd like to set up a surveillance operation in your apartment Dr. Cavanaugh. We have received word that the two suspects in question with be meeting at that address to conduct business."
"I don't know...I'm not sure about...all the people and equipment" Jordan began to argue.
"I can assure you that our presence will be minimal. In fact, we've asked for the local law enforcement to supply a person to head up the operation within your apartment. Detective Hoyt has personally volunteered. The equipment consists of a few pieces of electronics and of course a digital video camera. The bulk of the operation will take place in a location down the street but we need one person on sight to make sure everything is working properly."
"Jordan, it's only for a few days. You can stay with your Dad for awhile." Woody adds.
"What if I say no?"
"We would not like this to come to that point." the man from the DA's office then passes a pile of papers over to Jordan across the smooth desk.
"Only Hoyt, right? And you'll clean up after yourselves? " Jordan asks, "I guess I have no choice..."
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Woody arrives at Jordan's apartment as the team is finishing up with the set up. The officer in charge, a guy by the name of Rogers, begins to show Woody around.
"We have a telephoto lens pointed directly at Ferguson's apartment window. I don't think it's going to be an issue to disguise it to much with the opaque glass panels in the window." Rogers says.
Woody looks at the video camera sitting on a small table in front of the window it's lens is pointing through one of the few clear panes of glass.
"I bet you can count the hairs on his head with this thing." Woody says as he looks through the viewfinder to see a clear shot into Ferguson's empty living room.
"We also have his phone tapped. Any incoming or outgoing calls will appear in this laptop screen. You will be able to hear the real-time conversation through this speaker." Rogers says as he points to a computer sitting on Jordan's dining room table. "I just finished hooking up a secondary monitor for the video camera so you don't have to sit there looking through the viewfinder all night."
"Sweet" Woody says looking at the 27 inch flat screen monitor sitting next to the TV.
"We are placing listening devices around the apartment within the hour. The incoming feed will come through that speaker over there. We also have a guy posted down front to report anyone coming or going into the building." Rogers points toward the street.
"Let me guess the bum I noticed out on the curb."
"Yeah, he kind of goes with the neighborhood. There are two that rotate every six hours. Their names are Wilson and Sanchez; they're hooked up to this frequency." Rogers hands a two way radio to Woody. "We have a truck posted about a block and a half east of here. If the DA's informant is right, Number Two should be at least checking in on Ferguson in the next twenty four hours."
"I hope so. Well, I think I have it." Woody says looking around the room.
"Hoyt, is it true that this place belongs to that hot M.E. downtown?"
"If you mean Dr. Cavanaugh, yes."
"Dude, I've heard some wild stories about her..."
"Yeah, well that's just hearsay." Woody begins to walk Rogers to the door.
"Either way I'd love to trade places with you." Rogers says as Woody almost pushes him out the door.
"Maybe next time...dude" Woody says as he closes the door. "...Over my dead body."
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It was about midnight when Jordan let herself into her apartment. In the darkened room, Woody is lounging on her new sofa watching Ferguson drink a beer and watch Cartoon Network.
"Honey, I'm home..."
Woody sits up quickly and pulls his feet off the coffee table.
"Anything good on" Jordan says as she looks at the feed of Ferguson reaching for his TV Guide.
Woody squints and tilts his head looking at the screen. "Ah...I think it says there is a movie on Channel 43..."
"To bad...I don't have cable." Jordan walks over to the refrigerator.
"Yeah I noticed that...but I did notice your video collection." Woody points to the stack of movies on the floor next to the television. "I can kind of understand most of these titles, but 'Princess Bride' Jordan? I never pictured you one for fairy tales."
"It was a gift from my friend Kim. I keep it in there to make her happy." Jordan says as she paws through the boxes of take out in her refrigerator.
"Is that why the cover is worn out and it's on the top of the pile? Admit it Jordan you're a closet romantic..."
Jordan gives up her search for food and turns walking toward the bathroom. "I'm going to bed. I trust you'll find the sofa comfortable."
"Good Night Jordan."
Jordan woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee. With Woody here to make the coffee she could sleep in for a few more minutes. Jordan thought for a minute she could get use to this. Sleep came easy last night even through the soft grow of the computer screens and the sounds coming from Ferguson's apartment and the sound of Woody's voice checking in with the others involved.
Jordan sits up after a few seconds "That coffee smells good. Did I miss anything last night?"
Woody looks over from checking the video camera to see a sleepy Jordan sitting up from her bed. He quickly looks away and says "Ah no, he turned the lights out about 2 AM. He's still asleep by the sounds of it."
"Where you able to get any sleep?" Jordan gets up and walks into the kitchen to pour herself some coffee.
"A couple hours...Do you mind if I use your shower?"
"Ah, sure whatever you need. Just let me go first I need to get to work."
"Just don't use up all the hot water" Woody stands to refill his coffee cup.
Jordan begins to walk toward the bathroom and over her shoulder she says "We can always share." She has to laugh out loud as Woody trips over the area rug in her kitchen.