Messing With Woody
Rating: PG-13
Prologue
Not a one of 'em's mine! They just use my head for a playground!!!!
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Ok, so a little background here. . . We all know that Jordan came back to Boston from L.A. And when Woody was in trouble out there in the debacle that was "Sunset Division" he called her to hook him up with someone to help. That someone was Hector Chirullo. Now, Woody made the assumption that he and Jordan had been together ~ an assumption Jordan didn't bother to correct. But what if Hector and Jordan were just really good platonic friends and Jordan wanted to have a little fun with Woody. . .?
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Jordan. . .
So Woody's in L.A. ~ again. And in some kind of trouble. And now. . . Ok, sometimes I'm really evil, I admit it. But the urge to mess with his mind a little is just too strong. Especially after he assumed that Hec's my "angry Latino ex-boyfriend." Granted, I did nothing to correct that assumption with my "we had some. . .issues. . ." thing. But hey. . .! Now ~ better make a phone call quick.
"Chirullo."
"Hector? How's it going dude?"
"Jordan? Jordan Cavanaugh? What are you doing? Where the hell are you, baby?"
"It's good. I'm back in Boston."
"Babe, you crazy? You leave the sunny life here in So Cal and go back to the cold of Boston?"
"Hey, you know me Hec. I go where the jobs take me."
"Yeah, yeah. So what's up?"
"I need a favor dude."
"What kind of favor we talking about?"
"There's this guy. And. . ."
"You need me to come out there and beat someone up? Is someone hurting my baby sis?"
"No, no. It's just. . . Hell Hec, I'm not sure what this is, but it could be something."
"Ok. So whacha want me to do about it?"
"He's going to call you. He's in L.A. for some reason. And he got himself into some kind of scrape out there while he was supposed to be quail hunting. . ."
"Quail? Only quail out here's at the zoo. Or maybe in some fancy restaurant."
"No, no. God you make me laugh! He was supposed to be in Wisconsin and I don't really know what happened. But he called and wanted me to hook him up with someone who maybe could help him. So I gave him your number."
"Alright, alright. I gotcha. So. You gonna tell me what's up with you and him?"
"Hec, man, I'm not even sure I know. I mean, we've kissed. And he said he'd miss me while he was gone."
"Wait a minute. . . Is he a cop?"
"Yeah."
"Jordan, baby, how many times do I gotta tell you? You with a cop ~ it's no good. Not pretty. You get too involved."
"I think he kinda likes that. Anyway, I'm beginning to learn that there are some things I can't control."
"Will wonders never cease? Alright baby, so he's gonna call me?"
"Yeah. Like I said, I'm not sure what he wants or needs. But I'm in the mood to mess with his mind a little. And he thinks you're my 'angry Latino ex-boyfriend' so he's primed. . ."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Can you still do the chili-cheeseburger thing without cracking up?"
"Yeah baby, I still got it. So I'm doing the spurned lover thing again. Ok, I can do it. But you're gonna owe me for this one."
"What's your price?"
"I've got some vacation coming up and after all the games you made me watch on TV, I'd kinda like to see the Red Sox play. And maybe get some of that incredible marinara you can make?"
"And a place to stay? I've just got a loft, but I can do it. Name your date."
"Ok. I'll check the calendar and. . .the other line's ringing. Wonder if that's the boy wonder calling now."
"Oh Hec, if you only knew. . ."
"So I'll call you later. You take care baby girl!"
"Will do Hector! Love ya dude."
The next morning. . .
Jordan. . .
What the heck is taking so long? I thought for sure he'd have called by now. Come on Hector ~ call me! I've got autopsy in ten minutes!
ring. . .ring
"Cavanaugh."
"Baby girl, where did you find him?"
"In a bank here in Boston. It was his first day on the job."
"That is one heck of a boy scout you've got there."
"I don't 'have him' yet, Hec."
"Yeah baby, whatever you say."
"So come on dude! Details?"
"Bought it hook, line and sinker baby sis! You should have seen his face when I did the 'let me guess, she used you for sex. . .' line. I thought he was going to choke on his tongue. I mean, he tried to play it off, but. . ."
"What did he say?"
"I think his exact words were 'Are we talking about the same Jordan here?'"
"Dude that's awesome!"
"And I don't think the poor boy's even going to look at a chili-cheeseburger again for at least a very long time. And in case you wanted to know, I definitely saw some protective jealousy there."
"Alright. But how is he? Is he. . .?"
"Mixed up with Sunny D, but he seems to be holding his own. I think I'm even gonna help him out with something. Keep his pretty little ass all safe so it can come back to Boston and you."
"Aw, thanks Hector. My hero!"
"You're lucky I love you so much baby girl. . .! So anyway, I looked at the calendar and I'm thinking the middle of June? Like the 15-20 or something?"
"Um, yeah. That looks fine. Can you get a flight on that short of a notice?"
"Already on hold baby. You know me."
"That's right, I do."
"But not in the way pretty boy thinks I do."
"Right. Pretty boy. . .hmmm. . .I'll have to think about that one. I'm kinda partial to Farm Boy myself."
"Baby, how many people know you love that movie?"
"'The Princess Bride'? You and maybe my dad. And it's going to stay that way!"
"Alright, alright! I hear ya. Ok baby girl, I've gotta run. But I'll see you on June 15 ~ I'll call you later with the flight time."
"Ok. Ciao dude!"
"Adios babe!"
And now, on with the story. . .