"SHIT, SHIT" Woody yells. "I'm going to kill Rogers for saying that damn
thing didn't need to be hid..."
Before he can finish Jordan quickly throws the window wide open and runs into the apartment to turn on every light she can get her hands on. After sitting a semidarkness for the last hour Woody squints at the sudden brightness.
"Jordan, what the hell are you doing?"
"Trying to save this farce." she says as she pulls her t-shirt up over her head and stands there in her bra.
"JORDAN?!"
"Ferguson, what's going on?"
"Holy shit boss, next-door, she just took her shirt off."
"Who?"
"The one with the camera...she opened the window and.....dang"
Jordan walks over to Woody and takes his hand and pulls him closer to the window. She wraps her arms around his neck and says "Quick, Kiss me."
"This is hardly time to play games Jordan!"
"Come on haven't you ever made out in front of an audience before?" Jordan says dropping kisses to his neck and reaching for the buttons on his shirt.
"Ah, no......I don't understand what we're doing here Jordan." Woody can't help but wrap his arms loosely around Jordan's waist after she pushes his shirt off his shoulders.
"We're a couple who likes a little spice; we have a camera so we can watch people watch us. Just shut up and follow my lead." Jordan takes his mouth in a deep kiss as Woody's mouth forms an O of understanding.
"What is going on there Ferguson?"
"Their freaking having sex in front of the window boss?"
When Jordan finally allows Woody to come up for air she asks "Is he still watching?"
"Frankly I don't care" Woody all but purrs.
"Damn it just let me see." Jordan turns Woody so that she is looking out the window at Ferguson's window. Ferguson is almost hanging out the window to watch. Jordan lifts her fingers from Woody's shoulder and waves.
"Shit boss, she waving at me."
"They're probably just a couple of perverts Ferguson."
"Oh yeah, he's watching." Jordan says as she runs her hands down his back to rest on the waistband of Woody's pants.
Woody says, "Jordan, please don't tell me you've done this before."
"Not intentionally" Jordan unconsciously tilts her head to the side as Woody begins to nibble on her shoulder. "Woody, I think its working."
"Oh, it's defiantly working."
Jordan waves again at Ferguson and this time she throws him a kiss. Jordan turns her head to catch Woody's lips just as the bottom drops out of the sky and the rains start. Ferguson lifts his binoculars to his eyes.
"Damn boss, this dump is looking better and better all the time."
"Ferguson, keep your pants on and get your mind back to business. We'll deal with them after we get there. I'm in a hurry. We'll be there in fifteen minutes."
Jordan had to thank the female population of Wisconsin. Woody is a remarkable kisser, far better than she remembered from the few little kisses they'd shared. The sound of the phone call ending finally registers in Jordan's brain. She slowly breaks away from Woody and goes to stand in front of the window and waves one final time to Ferguson as she slams the window down.
"I think that should do it..... I think you're being paged." She quickly grabs her shirt and looks at the walkie-talkie sitting on the table.
"Hoyt, answer me, what the hell is going on in there?" a worried voice comes over the walkie-talkie.
As Jordan turns and rushes into the bathroom, Woody has to close his eyes and count to ten about he can control his breathing enough to answer it. "Yeah, I'm here."
"Hell, what ever you two were doing in there it seemed to work, good thinking."
"Ah, thanks I think."
"Although it probably only bought us a few minutes. We have a unit on the way in case he decides to get his hands on the camera before Cahill gets here. Damn, for the first time in forever I wish I was the one having to campout on a stake out."
Woody looks down and notices his belt was undone. When the hell did that happen? "Did they say when they are meeting?" Woody says as he re-buckles his pants.
"They said in about fifteen, Romeo."
"Great, I'll be right down...."
"No, you just sit tight and make sure we get a good view of Cahill and the pay off. Let us take care of the arrest Hoyt."
"Cahill is going to be there...?"
Woody turns when he hears Jordan's voice. She had not only put her shirt back on but she has added a sweater. Suddenly feeling underdressed; Woody looks around the floor for his shirt.
"Jordan, we need to sit tight and let the Feds go in there."
"We're bringing him in tonight? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I thought you'd do something stupid. WE'RE just going to sit tight while the Feds do their jobs."
"No, I'm going to be there when they bring him out. He has to know something about the money and what it has to do with my mother's murder."
"No Jordan, not this time, you'll only get in the way."
"I won't. I'll stand down by the corner and watch for them to bring him out of the building."
Jordan heads for the door, only to be blocked by Woody. "No Jordan, I don't have time to argue about this with you. For once can you just do as I say?"
"When you put it that way......No."
"Don't make me handcuff you."
The walkie-talkie in Woody's hand comes to life. "This is Sanchez down stairs. The car has just pulled up. Cahill and three others have stepped out. They're early. I guess they want to see whatever show you guys are putting on up there, shit, I hope you have it on tape. Damn, they're sending a couple of guys this way."
"We got them covered.....Hoyt, we need you to get on that camera!"
"Shit Jordan, don't push me, I don't have time."
"If he gets out of this I'll never forgive you." Jordan says as she turns back into the apartment.
Woody hastily throws the deadbolt on the door and races over to the camera and points it back through the small clear panel of glass. "You won't forgive for me for rooting for the '86 Mets and I still got to make out with you. I'll take my chances."
Jordan eyes her door and knows it will take her a second or two to turn the dead bolt. She'd probably only make it to the hallway. They had better not let Cahill get away.
The next few minutes tick away slowly as Jordan paces the floor. She listens to the live feed as Ferguson, Cahill and the other men discuss the business of murder as if it were nothing. The name of the informant is batted around as the next target, after taking care of the voyeurs next door of course. The sound of the door being kicked in next door draws Jordan to stand and watch the monitor. She feels no sense of satisfaction as they arrest Cahill and his men.
Woody looks up for the camera with a wide smile on his face. "We did it!"
"Woohoo" Jordan says sarcastically. "Where are they taking him?"
"They'll probably just take all of them straight to the Federal Building, at least until their done questioning them."
"Figures, The only place I've totally worn out my welcome."
"I know you wanted to talk to him. I'm sure the DA will be asking about all of Cahill's dealings."
"I doubt Walcott is going to go out of her way to put my mind at ease."
"No, but she's going to do her job."
"How long do you think it will take to get all this stuff out of here?"
"The honeymoon is over? You ready to kick me out already?"
"I was ready to second I agreed to this whole mess."
"I'll talk to Rogers...Jordan you're really pissed aren't you?"
"Why don't you stick around and find out?"
"I think I'll pass. I'm going to go and..."
"Yeah, well, I'm going to go get a drink." Jordan grabs her bag off the table. Woody just stands there with his hands on his hips. "Don't worry I'm not going to try and break into the Federal Building the last time I tried they threatened me with Leavenworth. It's early; I'm going over to Dad's place"
"Jordan"
"Oh, and tell your new friends to lock up after they leave." With that Jordan walks out without looking back.
Woody stands there feeling like he has been run over by a Mack truck and it's backed over him a few times to make sure the job was done properly. He looks over at the opaque windows lining the walls of Jordan's small apartment alternately thanking and cursing them.
There is still a lot of work to do tonight. But first he needs to talk to Rogers and try to get Jordan's life back to normal.
Before he can finish Jordan quickly throws the window wide open and runs into the apartment to turn on every light she can get her hands on. After sitting a semidarkness for the last hour Woody squints at the sudden brightness.
"Jordan, what the hell are you doing?"
"Trying to save this farce." she says as she pulls her t-shirt up over her head and stands there in her bra.
"JORDAN?!"
"Ferguson, what's going on?"
"Holy shit boss, next-door, she just took her shirt off."
"Who?"
"The one with the camera...she opened the window and.....dang"
Jordan walks over to Woody and takes his hand and pulls him closer to the window. She wraps her arms around his neck and says "Quick, Kiss me."
"This is hardly time to play games Jordan!"
"Come on haven't you ever made out in front of an audience before?" Jordan says dropping kisses to his neck and reaching for the buttons on his shirt.
"Ah, no......I don't understand what we're doing here Jordan." Woody can't help but wrap his arms loosely around Jordan's waist after she pushes his shirt off his shoulders.
"We're a couple who likes a little spice; we have a camera so we can watch people watch us. Just shut up and follow my lead." Jordan takes his mouth in a deep kiss as Woody's mouth forms an O of understanding.
"What is going on there Ferguson?"
"Their freaking having sex in front of the window boss?"
When Jordan finally allows Woody to come up for air she asks "Is he still watching?"
"Frankly I don't care" Woody all but purrs.
"Damn it just let me see." Jordan turns Woody so that she is looking out the window at Ferguson's window. Ferguson is almost hanging out the window to watch. Jordan lifts her fingers from Woody's shoulder and waves.
"Shit boss, she waving at me."
"They're probably just a couple of perverts Ferguson."
"Oh yeah, he's watching." Jordan says as she runs her hands down his back to rest on the waistband of Woody's pants.
Woody says, "Jordan, please don't tell me you've done this before."
"Not intentionally" Jordan unconsciously tilts her head to the side as Woody begins to nibble on her shoulder. "Woody, I think its working."
"Oh, it's defiantly working."
Jordan waves again at Ferguson and this time she throws him a kiss. Jordan turns her head to catch Woody's lips just as the bottom drops out of the sky and the rains start. Ferguson lifts his binoculars to his eyes.
"Damn boss, this dump is looking better and better all the time."
"Ferguson, keep your pants on and get your mind back to business. We'll deal with them after we get there. I'm in a hurry. We'll be there in fifteen minutes."
Jordan had to thank the female population of Wisconsin. Woody is a remarkable kisser, far better than she remembered from the few little kisses they'd shared. The sound of the phone call ending finally registers in Jordan's brain. She slowly breaks away from Woody and goes to stand in front of the window and waves one final time to Ferguson as she slams the window down.
"I think that should do it..... I think you're being paged." She quickly grabs her shirt and looks at the walkie-talkie sitting on the table.
"Hoyt, answer me, what the hell is going on in there?" a worried voice comes over the walkie-talkie.
As Jordan turns and rushes into the bathroom, Woody has to close his eyes and count to ten about he can control his breathing enough to answer it. "Yeah, I'm here."
"Hell, what ever you two were doing in there it seemed to work, good thinking."
"Ah, thanks I think."
"Although it probably only bought us a few minutes. We have a unit on the way in case he decides to get his hands on the camera before Cahill gets here. Damn, for the first time in forever I wish I was the one having to campout on a stake out."
Woody looks down and notices his belt was undone. When the hell did that happen? "Did they say when they are meeting?" Woody says as he re-buckles his pants.
"They said in about fifteen, Romeo."
"Great, I'll be right down...."
"No, you just sit tight and make sure we get a good view of Cahill and the pay off. Let us take care of the arrest Hoyt."
"Cahill is going to be there...?"
Woody turns when he hears Jordan's voice. She had not only put her shirt back on but she has added a sweater. Suddenly feeling underdressed; Woody looks around the floor for his shirt.
"Jordan, we need to sit tight and let the Feds go in there."
"We're bringing him in tonight? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I thought you'd do something stupid. WE'RE just going to sit tight while the Feds do their jobs."
"No, I'm going to be there when they bring him out. He has to know something about the money and what it has to do with my mother's murder."
"No Jordan, not this time, you'll only get in the way."
"I won't. I'll stand down by the corner and watch for them to bring him out of the building."
Jordan heads for the door, only to be blocked by Woody. "No Jordan, I don't have time to argue about this with you. For once can you just do as I say?"
"When you put it that way......No."
"Don't make me handcuff you."
The walkie-talkie in Woody's hand comes to life. "This is Sanchez down stairs. The car has just pulled up. Cahill and three others have stepped out. They're early. I guess they want to see whatever show you guys are putting on up there, shit, I hope you have it on tape. Damn, they're sending a couple of guys this way."
"We got them covered.....Hoyt, we need you to get on that camera!"
"Shit Jordan, don't push me, I don't have time."
"If he gets out of this I'll never forgive you." Jordan says as she turns back into the apartment.
Woody hastily throws the deadbolt on the door and races over to the camera and points it back through the small clear panel of glass. "You won't forgive for me for rooting for the '86 Mets and I still got to make out with you. I'll take my chances."
Jordan eyes her door and knows it will take her a second or two to turn the dead bolt. She'd probably only make it to the hallway. They had better not let Cahill get away.
The next few minutes tick away slowly as Jordan paces the floor. She listens to the live feed as Ferguson, Cahill and the other men discuss the business of murder as if it were nothing. The name of the informant is batted around as the next target, after taking care of the voyeurs next door of course. The sound of the door being kicked in next door draws Jordan to stand and watch the monitor. She feels no sense of satisfaction as they arrest Cahill and his men.
Woody looks up for the camera with a wide smile on his face. "We did it!"
"Woohoo" Jordan says sarcastically. "Where are they taking him?"
"They'll probably just take all of them straight to the Federal Building, at least until their done questioning them."
"Figures, The only place I've totally worn out my welcome."
"I know you wanted to talk to him. I'm sure the DA will be asking about all of Cahill's dealings."
"I doubt Walcott is going to go out of her way to put my mind at ease."
"No, but she's going to do her job."
"How long do you think it will take to get all this stuff out of here?"
"The honeymoon is over? You ready to kick me out already?"
"I was ready to second I agreed to this whole mess."
"I'll talk to Rogers...Jordan you're really pissed aren't you?"
"Why don't you stick around and find out?"
"I think I'll pass. I'm going to go and..."
"Yeah, well, I'm going to go get a drink." Jordan grabs her bag off the table. Woody just stands there with his hands on his hips. "Don't worry I'm not going to try and break into the Federal Building the last time I tried they threatened me with Leavenworth. It's early; I'm going over to Dad's place"
"Jordan"
"Oh, and tell your new friends to lock up after they leave." With that Jordan walks out without looking back.
Woody stands there feeling like he has been run over by a Mack truck and it's backed over him a few times to make sure the job was done properly. He looks over at the opaque windows lining the walls of Jordan's small apartment alternately thanking and cursing them.
There is still a lot of work to do tonight. But first he needs to talk to Rogers and try to get Jordan's life back to normal.