This Chapter is for SpookyAnne who asked about our boy.
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Ch 2
Jordan sipped at her coffee while she looked over her cases for the day. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She sometimes missed her status as resident conspiracy theorist but keeping herself alive and able to be home at a decent hour was more important these days.
She smiled a little at her thoughts. Scary how much she sounded like her dad sometimes.
"Jordan?" Emmy poked her head in. "Dr. Macy wants you to take an O.D. down at the docks. He says he'll owe you till the end of time if you'll take it. Peter and Bug are out on cases and Nigel is in trace. Dr. Macy would take it but he promised to meet Abby for breakfast after her eight o'clock."
Jordan sighed. "Yeah, alright Emmy. Tell him I've got it and let Nigel know I'm gonna want help when I get back."
"You got it."
Jordan got up and grabbed her bag. She fished out her car keys and headed out the door.
~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~
Peter Winslow had his photographer snap a final picture of the body before the camera was put away. He went over to the officer that had been placed in charge till the detectives showed up.
"When can we move him to the morgue?"
"As soon as the detectives give the okay. They just got here. I think the new guy is in charge," Officer Jerry Wilson said.
"New guy?" Peter questioned. He did not feel like dealing with some wet behind the ears detective who'd had his shield for about as long as it had taken Peter to digest his breakfast that morning.
"Just transferred from Chicago. He used to work here a few years back. His name starts with an 'H'," Jerry made a face in concentration. "Huck? Hock?"
"Hoyt," a voice interrupted.
Peter turned around and resisted the urge to deck the detective staring at him.
"Peter, right? Good to see you again," Woody smiled.
Peter didn't. "Well, well. The man himself. How are you Woody? Break anyone's heart lately?"
Woody stiffened. He knew coming back to Boston meant facing a lot of ghosts but he didn't expect to be reminded of them on his first case and especially not from Dr. Peter Winslow.
"Let's keep this on a professional level, okay?" Woody said quietly.
"Sure. And in keeping with that, my professional advice is to let one of the other detectives pick up any information from the morgue. That is unless you feel like getting your face rearranged," Peter smiled. "Wagon's waiting outside. I'll send the guys up to move the body." Peter exited.
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"Hey Lily, you seen Macy?" Peter asked when he saw Lily at reception.
"In his office," the grief counselor replied. "Something wrong?"
"You could say that. You're gonna wanna hear this too. Bug back yet?" He asked moving down the hall.
"No," Lily followed him.
"Where's Jordan?"
"Garret sent her down to the docks for an O.D."
"Good. Hopefully that will take a while."
"Peter? What's going on?" Lily asked as they reached Garret's office.
"You might wanna get Nigel. He'll want to hear this too."
"I'll want to hear what?" Nigel asked. "Is Jordan back yet? I'm supposed to give her a hand with her O.D."
"No," Peter knocked on Garret's office door.
"Come in."
"Garret? You busy?" Peter poked his head in.
"No. C'mon in.everyone," he finished after Peter, Lily, and Nigel piled into his office. "Okay. What's going on?"
"That's what I want to know," Lily said. "Peter, it's not nice to torture a pregnant woman."
"But it can be really fun," Nigel said, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Remember-"
"Nigel," Garret interrupted. "Not now. Peter?"
"The case today? The gun shot victim?"
"Yeah. What about it? Was it someone we knew?"
"Oh no," Peter said. "Nothing like that."
"Then what?"
"The uniforms were first on scene. They were there waiting for the detectives to show. They didn't till I was finished with the pre-lim."
"And? Peter, get to the point," Lily said impatiently.
"The detective in charge was Woody," Peter said and then he waited.
He wasn't disappointed. His co-workers all started to talk at once.
"What?!?"
"Son of a bitch. Nigel, where's that pistol you found on the admit from the park last night? I want to borrow it. I'll get off. My hormones are out of whack."
"Bloody hell. Who does that limey bastard think he is? Just waltzing right back into the thick of things like nothing ever happened. I'll kill him if I see him walking these halls."
"We can't tell Jordan."
"Garret," Lily sounded incredulous. "We have to tell her. What if she's walking down the hall and slams into him? He'll know she's surprised to see him and he'll purposely tell her that Peter knew he was back."
"Lily's right," Nigel said. "Someone has to tell her."
"I'll do it." Garret said. "When she gets back, tell her to come see me."
"I will," Nigel agreed. "Get ready, she shouldn't be to much longer."
"And I better tell Bug," Lily said. "I'll tell him to keep it quiet for now."
"I appreciate that Lily," Garret said.
"Sure," Lily nodded.
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"Jordan, glad I caught you before you changed," Nigel said, catching Jordan outside of the women's locker room.
"What's up Nige?"
"Macy wants to talk to you. He's not mad. He just wants to see you."
"Okay. Can you start without me?"
"Sure," Nigel said. "I'll be okay."
"Be there as soon as I can," Jordan dug out her notes. "Here. Those are from the scene."
"Great. Thanks."
Jordan headed for Garret's office. He was sitting in his chair listening to Coltrane.
"Feeling contemplative?" Jordan asked.
Garret turned around. "Come on in. Shut the door."
"What'd I do?" Jordan said after she shut the door behind her.
"What? Oh, no, nothing. Don't worry. Take a seat."
"Okay, now I'm worried," Jordan said as she took the seat in front of Garret's desk. "What's up?"
"Peter gave me some news before. He ran into someone at the scene he was at this morning."
"Anyone we know?"
"It was Woody."
In the back of Jordan's mind she heard something. It wasn't till later that'd she'd identify it as the sound of the bottom dropping out from under her. "Woody? Really? Wow. That must have been a surprise."
"Yeah, I suppose it was." Garret carefully studied his friend. "Jordan?"
"Could you give Nigel a hand? I feel a little funky. I wanna lie down for a bit."
"Jordan, you can-"
"I just want to lie down for a little bit," she reiterated.
"Okay," Garret nodded. "Take all the time you need."
"Thanks," Jordan left Garret's office and went to her own. She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. She tried to get her breathing under control before she hyperventilated.
This was not happening, this was not happening, this was- Oh who was she kidding? Garret wouldn't lie about this.
She bit her lip in thought for a moment and then she went for the phone. She dialed a number she hadn't dialed in a long time.
"Dr. Stiles? It's Jordan. Do you have some time today?"
Ch 2
Jordan sipped at her coffee while she looked over her cases for the day. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She sometimes missed her status as resident conspiracy theorist but keeping herself alive and able to be home at a decent hour was more important these days.
She smiled a little at her thoughts. Scary how much she sounded like her dad sometimes.
"Jordan?" Emmy poked her head in. "Dr. Macy wants you to take an O.D. down at the docks. He says he'll owe you till the end of time if you'll take it. Peter and Bug are out on cases and Nigel is in trace. Dr. Macy would take it but he promised to meet Abby for breakfast after her eight o'clock."
Jordan sighed. "Yeah, alright Emmy. Tell him I've got it and let Nigel know I'm gonna want help when I get back."
"You got it."
Jordan got up and grabbed her bag. She fished out her car keys and headed out the door.
~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~
Peter Winslow had his photographer snap a final picture of the body before the camera was put away. He went over to the officer that had been placed in charge till the detectives showed up.
"When can we move him to the morgue?"
"As soon as the detectives give the okay. They just got here. I think the new guy is in charge," Officer Jerry Wilson said.
"New guy?" Peter questioned. He did not feel like dealing with some wet behind the ears detective who'd had his shield for about as long as it had taken Peter to digest his breakfast that morning.
"Just transferred from Chicago. He used to work here a few years back. His name starts with an 'H'," Jerry made a face in concentration. "Huck? Hock?"
"Hoyt," a voice interrupted.
Peter turned around and resisted the urge to deck the detective staring at him.
"Peter, right? Good to see you again," Woody smiled.
Peter didn't. "Well, well. The man himself. How are you Woody? Break anyone's heart lately?"
Woody stiffened. He knew coming back to Boston meant facing a lot of ghosts but he didn't expect to be reminded of them on his first case and especially not from Dr. Peter Winslow.
"Let's keep this on a professional level, okay?" Woody said quietly.
"Sure. And in keeping with that, my professional advice is to let one of the other detectives pick up any information from the morgue. That is unless you feel like getting your face rearranged," Peter smiled. "Wagon's waiting outside. I'll send the guys up to move the body." Peter exited.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
"Hey Lily, you seen Macy?" Peter asked when he saw Lily at reception.
"In his office," the grief counselor replied. "Something wrong?"
"You could say that. You're gonna wanna hear this too. Bug back yet?" He asked moving down the hall.
"No," Lily followed him.
"Where's Jordan?"
"Garret sent her down to the docks for an O.D."
"Good. Hopefully that will take a while."
"Peter? What's going on?" Lily asked as they reached Garret's office.
"You might wanna get Nigel. He'll want to hear this too."
"I'll want to hear what?" Nigel asked. "Is Jordan back yet? I'm supposed to give her a hand with her O.D."
"No," Peter knocked on Garret's office door.
"Come in."
"Garret? You busy?" Peter poked his head in.
"No. C'mon in.everyone," he finished after Peter, Lily, and Nigel piled into his office. "Okay. What's going on?"
"That's what I want to know," Lily said. "Peter, it's not nice to torture a pregnant woman."
"But it can be really fun," Nigel said, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Remember-"
"Nigel," Garret interrupted. "Not now. Peter?"
"The case today? The gun shot victim?"
"Yeah. What about it? Was it someone we knew?"
"Oh no," Peter said. "Nothing like that."
"Then what?"
"The uniforms were first on scene. They were there waiting for the detectives to show. They didn't till I was finished with the pre-lim."
"And? Peter, get to the point," Lily said impatiently.
"The detective in charge was Woody," Peter said and then he waited.
He wasn't disappointed. His co-workers all started to talk at once.
"What?!?"
"Son of a bitch. Nigel, where's that pistol you found on the admit from the park last night? I want to borrow it. I'll get off. My hormones are out of whack."
"Bloody hell. Who does that limey bastard think he is? Just waltzing right back into the thick of things like nothing ever happened. I'll kill him if I see him walking these halls."
"We can't tell Jordan."
"Garret," Lily sounded incredulous. "We have to tell her. What if she's walking down the hall and slams into him? He'll know she's surprised to see him and he'll purposely tell her that Peter knew he was back."
"Lily's right," Nigel said. "Someone has to tell her."
"I'll do it." Garret said. "When she gets back, tell her to come see me."
"I will," Nigel agreed. "Get ready, she shouldn't be to much longer."
"And I better tell Bug," Lily said. "I'll tell him to keep it quiet for now."
"I appreciate that Lily," Garret said.
"Sure," Lily nodded.
~&~&~&~&~&~&~
"Jordan, glad I caught you before you changed," Nigel said, catching Jordan outside of the women's locker room.
"What's up Nige?"
"Macy wants to talk to you. He's not mad. He just wants to see you."
"Okay. Can you start without me?"
"Sure," Nigel said. "I'll be okay."
"Be there as soon as I can," Jordan dug out her notes. "Here. Those are from the scene."
"Great. Thanks."
Jordan headed for Garret's office. He was sitting in his chair listening to Coltrane.
"Feeling contemplative?" Jordan asked.
Garret turned around. "Come on in. Shut the door."
"What'd I do?" Jordan said after she shut the door behind her.
"What? Oh, no, nothing. Don't worry. Take a seat."
"Okay, now I'm worried," Jordan said as she took the seat in front of Garret's desk. "What's up?"
"Peter gave me some news before. He ran into someone at the scene he was at this morning."
"Anyone we know?"
"It was Woody."
In the back of Jordan's mind she heard something. It wasn't till later that'd she'd identify it as the sound of the bottom dropping out from under her. "Woody? Really? Wow. That must have been a surprise."
"Yeah, I suppose it was." Garret carefully studied his friend. "Jordan?"
"Could you give Nigel a hand? I feel a little funky. I wanna lie down for a bit."
"Jordan, you can-"
"I just want to lie down for a little bit," she reiterated.
"Okay," Garret nodded. "Take all the time you need."
"Thanks," Jordan left Garret's office and went to her own. She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. She tried to get her breathing under control before she hyperventilated.
This was not happening, this was not happening, this was- Oh who was she kidding? Garret wouldn't lie about this.
She bit her lip in thought for a moment and then she went for the phone. She dialed a number she hadn't dialed in a long time.
"Dr. Stiles? It's Jordan. Do you have some time today?"