Note: Jason and Jeremy Giambi are both first basemen in MLB. One for the
New York Yankees the other for the Boston Red Sox.
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"You know I've been thinking. You really should have some help here." Jordan says to Woody as she finishes getting ready for work. "I'm going to ask Garret if I can take the afternoon off. I don't have to be back until Monday morning."
"Jordan, I don't need your help."
"I didn't say you needed it. I just said you should have some help. We can take turns keeping...."
"Just stay out of this Jordan. I know you. All I have to do is make sure everything stays functioning. The guys down the block are in charge. I just have to make sure the camera stays on and the feed keeps going."
"Come on Woody they don't need you here to do that. What else is going on here you're not telling me."
Woody looks at the ground. Jordan has seen this before and knows she's almost at the bottom of all this.
"Jordan, can you stick around for a few minutes while I use the bathroom?"
Woody grabs his bag and quickly dodges into the bathroom.
He's not going to get out of this that easy Jordan thinks to herself. As she hears the shower turn on she is taken back a little. It's odd to have Woody in her apartment but it's almost surreal having him use her shower. She decides not to think about it. Instead she would think about Milo Ferguson next door and why this stake out seemed to be more than what either Woody or the Feds are letting on.
Jordan looks through the view finder on the video camera and notices Ferguson is now moving about the apartment. So this is the guy who in a round about way works for Kevin Cahill. He's no 'Willy Cicci' to Cahill's 'Michael Corleone' that's for sure. They had to be scraping the bottom of the barrel to find this guy. But a killer is a killer even if they have beer bellies. Jordan walks over to the computer that logs all the incoming and outgoing calls and notices there have been a number of calls in and out. And a few after Woody said Ferguson supposedly fell asleep.
Suddenly the phone in Ferguson's apartment rings. The system springs in to action and the call is being automatically traced. Jordan wonders if she should get Woody, but decides to let him be. Looking through the view finder she watches Ferguson as she listens to the call.
"The time table has been changed."
Jordan looks through the viewfinder and sees Ferguson pacing back and forth in front of the window.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"There have been a few details that have been brought to our attention."
"What kind of 'details'?"
"Nothing to worry about right now, just hang tight. I'll call later."
"You know this is going to cost you...this place is a dump."
"Don't worry you'll be compensated well."
As the call hangs up Jordan looks at the bathroom door wondering what Woody could be doing in there for so long.
There's a crackle and the walkie-talkie comes to life. "Hoyt, did you catch all that?"
Unable to wait any longer Jordan pushes her way into the bathroom. Woody is standing in front of the sink it looks like he is just finishing up shaving.
"What are you doing in here?" Jordan says with her hands on her hips.
Woody looks back at the mirror and runs the razor across his chin a few times "Practicing"
"Practicing what?"
"Practicing slitting my throat Jordan, what does it look like I'm doing?"
"Well, while you're in here hiding, there was an incoming call."
"Why didn't you say something?"
Woody pushes passed Jordan and into the room. He looks at the feed and picks up the walkie-talkie after verifying what had happened with the off site agents he turns to Jordan;
"Don't you have to go to work?"
"You're not going to tell me what's going on here are you?"
"Ah, nope"
Jordan grabs her bag and begins to search for her keys. She looks up when she hears Woody jingling them.
"Jordan, maybe it would be a good idea if you went to stay with your dad until this is over."
Jordan grabs the keys from his hand "No, I'll be home as soon as I can."
Woody just shakes his head "There's no talking you out of it is there?"
"Is there ever?"
"Jordan, someday I'm going to be able to tell you 'no' and mean it."
"Probably you will, but then again my listening to you is another story. Oh, I have the TV tonight....the Sox are playing the Yankees in New York."
"I warn you I'll be rooting for older Giambi brother." Woody waits for Jordan's reaction.
She just reaches up and wipes a trace of shaving cream from behind his ear and says, "Then you'll be buying the pizza. At least Jason Giambi wears Yankee pinstripes and not blue and orange."
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Jordan's schedule proves to be busier than she had anticipated. It was almost like fate was trying to keep her there in the building. It was mid afternoon when she was finally able to track Garrett down in his office.
"Hey boss, can I cut out a little early?"
"Sure, what's going on?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Then I guess it best I don't know."
"I'll see you Monday then?"
"Get out of here."
Jordan hurries down the hall toward the locker room when she hears Lily yell her name.
"Whatever it is ask someone else to handle it Lily, I'm out of here."
"Jordan, is it true?"
Jordan turns as Lily catches up with her. "What's that?"
"That Woody has moved in with you?"
"Goodness, news certainly travels fast." Jordan says as she looks down the hall where she knows Nigel is working. "But before you contact a shaman to come and bless the union I thinks it only fair to tell you that he's only there on police business."
"But still it must be nice to have someone around. Just last night I wished I had someone tall, dark and gorgeous enough to reach a jar on the top shelf in my cupboard."
"Just stand on a chair, Lily."
"I love the idea of someone's toothbrush next to mine on the sink." Lily sighs.
"Trust me, having a man around is more of a pain then it's worth. They leave the toilet seat up, drink milk straight out of the carton, and hog the remote."
"You can't deny that it would be nice to have man there to warm your feet at night instead of a pair of socks?"
"Have a good day Lily" Once in the locker room Jordan couldn't help but remember the spicy smell of Woody's shaving cream on her fingers as she drove into work earlier.
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Woody sits in front of the monitor looking into Ferguson's apartment watching him eat a ham sandwich. He wishes they would have this meeting while Jordan was still out. When she finds out that Cahill himself is meeting with this knucklehead, she'll do something stupid. She'll want him to go down in connection with her mother murder. But they had nothing solid to connect him. But thanks to this informant, they did have a list a mile long to keep him locked up for a long time. And if they could connect him with this hired gun, he'd be gone for life. The local authorities are hanging on to this case by a thin thread. If the informant wasn't working with Walcott directly they'd be totally out of the loop and somebody like Rogers would be sitting in Jordan's apartment.
But instead here he sits wishing Jordan was anywhere but on her way home. If only he could say 'no' to her and send her packing off to her father's this would not be an issue. Woody decides it's time to tell her 'no'. He made mental note to practice on the very next thing she asks him to do.
Through the day Ferguson's phone calls said that the meeting was happening today sometime. Hopefully it will all be over with this evening. He had to get out of Jordan's apartment the sooner the better. Watching her sleep with the soft blue light of the monitor filtering through the wavy glass panels that divided her bedroom from the rest of the loft was almost more than he could handle. He divided his time pacing in front of door and cursing himself for being a pervert. She looked like Snow White in her glass coffin waiting for her prince to wake her. Woody had to laugh at himself. Just yesterday he accused Jordan of being a closet romantic and here he was day dreaming about waking her up with a kiss. In reality she would probably lay him out on the floor with one strategically placed knee.
Yes, the sooner he was out of here the better. He doesn't hear the key in the door.
Jordan walks in, with pizza box in hand. "I hope you don't mind extra olives...and you own me twelve bucks. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" Woody says bring his attention back to the situation. He stands and takes the pizza box from her hands and walks over to the kitchen counter. "I love olives."
"It's getting really dark out there; I think we are getting ready for a thunderstorm. The lighting is really starting to flash."
"Great, I hope it doesn't take out the power."
"Why is this meeting going to take place tonight?" Jordan takes a look at the viewfinder noticing that Ferguson is looking out his open window at the sky.
Woody picks up the remote and turns on the TV. Flipping channels he finds the pre game show. "Here sit down, eat your pizza, and watch the pitchers warm-up."
"Don't patronize me Woody."
"Then stay out of this Jordan"
Jordan just turns and looks through the viewfinder as the phone rings in Ferguson's apartment "The man's a cold blooded killer and his phone rings more than mine does."
"It can't be anything to do with your corporative nature."
"Ferguson, the last minute details when been taken care of, we're on our way."
"Ah sure."
"What, is there a problem?"
"I'm not sure boss hang on..."
Jordan notices Ferguson look at her building and put down the phone. As he leaves the room Woody begins to sweat watching the monitor. Ferguson returns carrying a pair of binoculars. He picks up the phone.
"Ferguson, what the hell is going on?"
"I thought I saw something in that last flash of lightning across the alley." Ferguson lifts the binoculars to his eyes and points them directly at Jordan's windows. "I think I see a camera lens...."
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"You know I've been thinking. You really should have some help here." Jordan says to Woody as she finishes getting ready for work. "I'm going to ask Garret if I can take the afternoon off. I don't have to be back until Monday morning."
"Jordan, I don't need your help."
"I didn't say you needed it. I just said you should have some help. We can take turns keeping...."
"Just stay out of this Jordan. I know you. All I have to do is make sure everything stays functioning. The guys down the block are in charge. I just have to make sure the camera stays on and the feed keeps going."
"Come on Woody they don't need you here to do that. What else is going on here you're not telling me."
Woody looks at the ground. Jordan has seen this before and knows she's almost at the bottom of all this.
"Jordan, can you stick around for a few minutes while I use the bathroom?"
Woody grabs his bag and quickly dodges into the bathroom.
He's not going to get out of this that easy Jordan thinks to herself. As she hears the shower turn on she is taken back a little. It's odd to have Woody in her apartment but it's almost surreal having him use her shower. She decides not to think about it. Instead she would think about Milo Ferguson next door and why this stake out seemed to be more than what either Woody or the Feds are letting on.
Jordan looks through the view finder on the video camera and notices Ferguson is now moving about the apartment. So this is the guy who in a round about way works for Kevin Cahill. He's no 'Willy Cicci' to Cahill's 'Michael Corleone' that's for sure. They had to be scraping the bottom of the barrel to find this guy. But a killer is a killer even if they have beer bellies. Jordan walks over to the computer that logs all the incoming and outgoing calls and notices there have been a number of calls in and out. And a few after Woody said Ferguson supposedly fell asleep.
Suddenly the phone in Ferguson's apartment rings. The system springs in to action and the call is being automatically traced. Jordan wonders if she should get Woody, but decides to let him be. Looking through the view finder she watches Ferguson as she listens to the call.
"The time table has been changed."
Jordan looks through the viewfinder and sees Ferguson pacing back and forth in front of the window.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"There have been a few details that have been brought to our attention."
"What kind of 'details'?"
"Nothing to worry about right now, just hang tight. I'll call later."
"You know this is going to cost you...this place is a dump."
"Don't worry you'll be compensated well."
As the call hangs up Jordan looks at the bathroom door wondering what Woody could be doing in there for so long.
There's a crackle and the walkie-talkie comes to life. "Hoyt, did you catch all that?"
Unable to wait any longer Jordan pushes her way into the bathroom. Woody is standing in front of the sink it looks like he is just finishing up shaving.
"What are you doing in here?" Jordan says with her hands on her hips.
Woody looks back at the mirror and runs the razor across his chin a few times "Practicing"
"Practicing what?"
"Practicing slitting my throat Jordan, what does it look like I'm doing?"
"Well, while you're in here hiding, there was an incoming call."
"Why didn't you say something?"
Woody pushes passed Jordan and into the room. He looks at the feed and picks up the walkie-talkie after verifying what had happened with the off site agents he turns to Jordan;
"Don't you have to go to work?"
"You're not going to tell me what's going on here are you?"
"Ah, nope"
Jordan grabs her bag and begins to search for her keys. She looks up when she hears Woody jingling them.
"Jordan, maybe it would be a good idea if you went to stay with your dad until this is over."
Jordan grabs the keys from his hand "No, I'll be home as soon as I can."
Woody just shakes his head "There's no talking you out of it is there?"
"Is there ever?"
"Jordan, someday I'm going to be able to tell you 'no' and mean it."
"Probably you will, but then again my listening to you is another story. Oh, I have the TV tonight....the Sox are playing the Yankees in New York."
"I warn you I'll be rooting for older Giambi brother." Woody waits for Jordan's reaction.
She just reaches up and wipes a trace of shaving cream from behind his ear and says, "Then you'll be buying the pizza. At least Jason Giambi wears Yankee pinstripes and not blue and orange."
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Jordan's schedule proves to be busier than she had anticipated. It was almost like fate was trying to keep her there in the building. It was mid afternoon when she was finally able to track Garrett down in his office.
"Hey boss, can I cut out a little early?"
"Sure, what's going on?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Then I guess it best I don't know."
"I'll see you Monday then?"
"Get out of here."
Jordan hurries down the hall toward the locker room when she hears Lily yell her name.
"Whatever it is ask someone else to handle it Lily, I'm out of here."
"Jordan, is it true?"
Jordan turns as Lily catches up with her. "What's that?"
"That Woody has moved in with you?"
"Goodness, news certainly travels fast." Jordan says as she looks down the hall where she knows Nigel is working. "But before you contact a shaman to come and bless the union I thinks it only fair to tell you that he's only there on police business."
"But still it must be nice to have someone around. Just last night I wished I had someone tall, dark and gorgeous enough to reach a jar on the top shelf in my cupboard."
"Just stand on a chair, Lily."
"I love the idea of someone's toothbrush next to mine on the sink." Lily sighs.
"Trust me, having a man around is more of a pain then it's worth. They leave the toilet seat up, drink milk straight out of the carton, and hog the remote."
"You can't deny that it would be nice to have man there to warm your feet at night instead of a pair of socks?"
"Have a good day Lily" Once in the locker room Jordan couldn't help but remember the spicy smell of Woody's shaving cream on her fingers as she drove into work earlier.
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Woody sits in front of the monitor looking into Ferguson's apartment watching him eat a ham sandwich. He wishes they would have this meeting while Jordan was still out. When she finds out that Cahill himself is meeting with this knucklehead, she'll do something stupid. She'll want him to go down in connection with her mother murder. But they had nothing solid to connect him. But thanks to this informant, they did have a list a mile long to keep him locked up for a long time. And if they could connect him with this hired gun, he'd be gone for life. The local authorities are hanging on to this case by a thin thread. If the informant wasn't working with Walcott directly they'd be totally out of the loop and somebody like Rogers would be sitting in Jordan's apartment.
But instead here he sits wishing Jordan was anywhere but on her way home. If only he could say 'no' to her and send her packing off to her father's this would not be an issue. Woody decides it's time to tell her 'no'. He made mental note to practice on the very next thing she asks him to do.
Through the day Ferguson's phone calls said that the meeting was happening today sometime. Hopefully it will all be over with this evening. He had to get out of Jordan's apartment the sooner the better. Watching her sleep with the soft blue light of the monitor filtering through the wavy glass panels that divided her bedroom from the rest of the loft was almost more than he could handle. He divided his time pacing in front of door and cursing himself for being a pervert. She looked like Snow White in her glass coffin waiting for her prince to wake her. Woody had to laugh at himself. Just yesterday he accused Jordan of being a closet romantic and here he was day dreaming about waking her up with a kiss. In reality she would probably lay him out on the floor with one strategically placed knee.
Yes, the sooner he was out of here the better. He doesn't hear the key in the door.
Jordan walks in, with pizza box in hand. "I hope you don't mind extra olives...and you own me twelve bucks. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" Woody says bring his attention back to the situation. He stands and takes the pizza box from her hands and walks over to the kitchen counter. "I love olives."
"It's getting really dark out there; I think we are getting ready for a thunderstorm. The lighting is really starting to flash."
"Great, I hope it doesn't take out the power."
"Why is this meeting going to take place tonight?" Jordan takes a look at the viewfinder noticing that Ferguson is looking out his open window at the sky.
Woody picks up the remote and turns on the TV. Flipping channels he finds the pre game show. "Here sit down, eat your pizza, and watch the pitchers warm-up."
"Don't patronize me Woody."
"Then stay out of this Jordan"
Jordan just turns and looks through the viewfinder as the phone rings in Ferguson's apartment "The man's a cold blooded killer and his phone rings more than mine does."
"It can't be anything to do with your corporative nature."
"Ferguson, the last minute details when been taken care of, we're on our way."
"Ah sure."
"What, is there a problem?"
"I'm not sure boss hang on..."
Jordan notices Ferguson look at her building and put down the phone. As he leaves the room Woody begins to sweat watching the monitor. Ferguson returns carrying a pair of binoculars. He picks up the phone.
"Ferguson, what the hell is going on?"
"I thought I saw something in that last flash of lightning across the alley." Ferguson lifts the binoculars to his eyes and points them directly at Jordan's windows. "I think I see a camera lens...."