"Dr. Cavanaugh, we need you to come with us" a uniformed Officer
interrupted.
Okay, um I'll see you later okay? We'll talk then," she said. Woody couldn't decide whether it was a statement or a question.
Jordan and Max went with the Officers for their questioning and were subjected to hours of questioning. Woody couldn't participate because of his personal involvement but he watched the whole thing from the observation room. D.A. Walcott was observing as well and eyed Woody suspiciously, wondering what his relationship to Jordan actually was and if there was one what could he possibly see in her? That girl was nothing but trouble.
Finally the interrogating detectives and Walcott talked in private for a few minutes before returning to the interrogation room to deliver their decision.
"We've decided not to pursue legal action due to Captain Malden's involvement in the incident so you're both free to go" Walcott solemnly informed them.
Jordan rolled her eyes at her unemotional statement. "Don't sound so disappointed" she said harshly as she brushed passed her and out of the room.
"Don't think this is over Dr. Cavanaugh, I'm not done with you, not even close," Walcott said bitterly to herself.
Woody was waiting out in the hall. "Come on guys, I'll take you both home" he smiled at Jordan and Max. Jordan smiled back; happy the interrogation was finally over. She took Woody's arm in hers and her father's arm in her other as they left Police plaza and stepped out into the pre-dawn twilight.
They drove in almost complete silence, each one thinking about the events of the night in their own quiet contemplation. They got to Max's house and Jordan decided to walk him in. They got to the door and she hugged him.
"Well, it's finally over Dad, no more worries about me obsessing about Mom's murder. Now we both know the truth"
"Yeah Honey, I think it is about time we put all this behind us, no more living in the past," he said looking past her to Woody.
She turned to see what he was looking at
"So you going to go for it?" he asked
She smiled, suddenly understanding. "Dad!" she said embarrassed by his interest.
Come on Jordan, I saw you two earlier. He's a good guy, he deserves a chance and it's about time you gave him one"
She looked down. "Well we'll see what happens, after all this on top of everything else I've put him through, I'm not so sure he'll want a chance"
Max glanced back to Woody who was watching protectively from the car. Max couldn't help but smile; after all he really liked Woody and would be happy to see him with Jordan.
"Oh, I don't know Jordan, I'm pretty sure Woody knows what he's gotten himself in to" Jordan hugged him again before turning to go.
"Good luck sweetheart, I want to hear all about it tomorrow" he called after her.
She stopped and turned back to him with a devious grin. "Really Dad? ALL about it?"
Max wrinkled his nose, thinking how explicit Jordan could be especially when it served to her own amusement.
"Well no, not all about it" he answered red faced. Jordan just laughed and joined Woody in the car.
Jordan was still laughing when she got into the car. "What was all that about?" Woody asked, happy to hear the sound of her laughter.
"Oh nothing Woodrow" she replied casually, not wanting to let on.
"So where to?" Woody asked casually, hoping she would say that she wanted to go back to his place without him having to suggest it.
"Well I guess my place is technically a crime scene," she answered.
"No Jordan, not technically, it IS a crime scene, you can't go back there"
"Hmmm, so where could I go?" she asked teasingly, pretending to puzzle over her options, wanting to make me cave and invite her. She turned her eyes to me slyly waiting for an invitation.
I waited a minute before offering, hoping to make her squirm "Why don't you come back to my place?"
"Why thank you Woodrow, I thought you'd never ask," she said mocking with her faked daintiness.
"I'll make you breakfast, I'm starving," he offered.
Okay, um I'll see you later okay? We'll talk then," she said. Woody couldn't decide whether it was a statement or a question.
Jordan and Max went with the Officers for their questioning and were subjected to hours of questioning. Woody couldn't participate because of his personal involvement but he watched the whole thing from the observation room. D.A. Walcott was observing as well and eyed Woody suspiciously, wondering what his relationship to Jordan actually was and if there was one what could he possibly see in her? That girl was nothing but trouble.
Finally the interrogating detectives and Walcott talked in private for a few minutes before returning to the interrogation room to deliver their decision.
"We've decided not to pursue legal action due to Captain Malden's involvement in the incident so you're both free to go" Walcott solemnly informed them.
Jordan rolled her eyes at her unemotional statement. "Don't sound so disappointed" she said harshly as she brushed passed her and out of the room.
"Don't think this is over Dr. Cavanaugh, I'm not done with you, not even close," Walcott said bitterly to herself.
Woody was waiting out in the hall. "Come on guys, I'll take you both home" he smiled at Jordan and Max. Jordan smiled back; happy the interrogation was finally over. She took Woody's arm in hers and her father's arm in her other as they left Police plaza and stepped out into the pre-dawn twilight.
They drove in almost complete silence, each one thinking about the events of the night in their own quiet contemplation. They got to Max's house and Jordan decided to walk him in. They got to the door and she hugged him.
"Well, it's finally over Dad, no more worries about me obsessing about Mom's murder. Now we both know the truth"
"Yeah Honey, I think it is about time we put all this behind us, no more living in the past," he said looking past her to Woody.
She turned to see what he was looking at
"So you going to go for it?" he asked
She smiled, suddenly understanding. "Dad!" she said embarrassed by his interest.
Come on Jordan, I saw you two earlier. He's a good guy, he deserves a chance and it's about time you gave him one"
She looked down. "Well we'll see what happens, after all this on top of everything else I've put him through, I'm not so sure he'll want a chance"
Max glanced back to Woody who was watching protectively from the car. Max couldn't help but smile; after all he really liked Woody and would be happy to see him with Jordan.
"Oh, I don't know Jordan, I'm pretty sure Woody knows what he's gotten himself in to" Jordan hugged him again before turning to go.
"Good luck sweetheart, I want to hear all about it tomorrow" he called after her.
She stopped and turned back to him with a devious grin. "Really Dad? ALL about it?"
Max wrinkled his nose, thinking how explicit Jordan could be especially when it served to her own amusement.
"Well no, not all about it" he answered red faced. Jordan just laughed and joined Woody in the car.
Jordan was still laughing when she got into the car. "What was all that about?" Woody asked, happy to hear the sound of her laughter.
"Oh nothing Woodrow" she replied casually, not wanting to let on.
"So where to?" Woody asked casually, hoping she would say that she wanted to go back to his place without him having to suggest it.
"Well I guess my place is technically a crime scene," she answered.
"No Jordan, not technically, it IS a crime scene, you can't go back there"
"Hmmm, so where could I go?" she asked teasingly, pretending to puzzle over her options, wanting to make me cave and invite her. She turned her eyes to me slyly waiting for an invitation.
I waited a minute before offering, hoping to make her squirm "Why don't you come back to my place?"
"Why thank you Woodrow, I thought you'd never ask," she said mocking with her faked daintiness.
"I'll make you breakfast, I'm starving," he offered.