Jordan got off the elevator and was waylaid by Emmy as she passed the desk.
"Dr. Cavanaugh?"
"What's up Emmy?" She kept walking and Emmy hurried to walk along side her.
"Your sitter called. She's sick."
That stopped Jordan. "So, where are Jesse and Max?"
"Don't worry. Lily went and picked them up. Nigel and Peter are showing Max a computer game while Peter practices his signing and Dr. Macy is teaching Jesse the finer points of jazz."
Jordan smiled. "Okay. Does Bug need any help with his case?"
"Yes, I do," Bug said, coming up behind them. "And I am very glad to see you."
"Nice to feel needed," Jordan smiled.
"Go change. I'll meet you in trace."
"Be there in a few," Jordan called over her shoulder as she headed for the locker room
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Woody left police headquarters and headed for his car. It was a chilly February 14th and he had a feeling he was about to get a welcome that was just as cold.
It wasn't like he wanted to go to the M.E.'s office to pick up the coroner's report. In fact he'd tried like hell to avoid this very thing. But the captain wanted Woody to stay on top of this and that meant picking up the death report personally.
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Jordan bit back a smile as she watched Jesse dance with Garret in the only true way a little girl could dance at her age.
Jesse's feet were on top of Garret's as they moved around the office to John Coltrane's Blue Train.
Jordan had a hazy memory of herself and her dad doing that to an old Frank Sinatra song.
When the song stopped, Jordan clapped, "Look out Fred and Ginger."
"Who are they Uncle Garret?" Jesse asked.
"Get your mom to show you some of Grandpa Max's old movies."
"Okay," Jesse smiled. "You are a very good dancer Uncle Garret."
"Thank you Jesse. So are you."
Jesse smiled.
"Hey Moppet, why don't we go in my office and you can tell me about your Valentine's Day party? Max, Nigel, and Peter are still doing the computer geek thing."
"Okay Mommy," Jesse ran and took Jordan's hand. "Bye Uncle Garret," Jesse called over her shoulder.
"Bye," Garret smiled. He sat down at his desk after Jordan and Jesse had made their exit and started to look over the paperwork from his cases that morning. He had just finished signing something when there was a knock at his door. "Come in."
"Sure about that?"
Garret looked up. "Woody."
"Dr. Macy."
"I'd heard you were back in town," Garret turned his chair so he was facing Woody. "You look the same."
"Thank you. You too."
"What are you doing here Woody?"
"I came to pick up a report on the body from this morning but I can't seem to find Peter."
"I haven't seen him either. When I do, I'll let him know that you need the report. We'll messenger it over to you."
"I need it now."
"Wait here," Garret got up and went down the hall. He stuck his head into Nigel's office. "Peter?"
"Yeah?" The M.E. looked up from the computer game he was watching Nigel play with Max.
"You have the prelim report on the body from this morning?"
"Yeah," Peter picked it up and handed it over. "Checking up on me?"
"No, the officer in charge of the investigation is here to get it."
"Really?"
Nigel looked up. "Is that who I think it is?"
"The one and only."
"Can I give him the report?" Nigel asked with a grin.
"No," Garret said.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to have deal with INS when it's reported that you slugged an on duty cop."
"I won't hit him," Nigel said. Then he realized a pair of eyes were staring at him. He looked down. Max was looking up at him. "Sorry Max. We're not being fair are we?" he signed to the boy.
"No," was signed and accompanied by a frown and shake of the boy's head.
Peter touched his arm. "We are sorry," was what he signed.
"It's okay," Max smiled.
"Thank you," Garret signed. "See you all later," he left and headed back to his office. "Here you are Woody," he handed over the report.
"Thanks," Woody turned away from Garret's desk. "Nice looking kids. Who procreated?"
Garret took the picture away from Woody. "Cousins of mine."
"Oh. Well thanks for the report. See you around."
"Right," Garret said.
Woody left shutting the door behind him and Garret let out a sigh. He'd have to remember to put that picture away next time 'company' came in the form of Woodrow Hoyt.
Next time Woody might notice the resemblance Jesse had to Jordan.
"Dr. Cavanaugh?"
"What's up Emmy?" She kept walking and Emmy hurried to walk along side her.
"Your sitter called. She's sick."
That stopped Jordan. "So, where are Jesse and Max?"
"Don't worry. Lily went and picked them up. Nigel and Peter are showing Max a computer game while Peter practices his signing and Dr. Macy is teaching Jesse the finer points of jazz."
Jordan smiled. "Okay. Does Bug need any help with his case?"
"Yes, I do," Bug said, coming up behind them. "And I am very glad to see you."
"Nice to feel needed," Jordan smiled.
"Go change. I'll meet you in trace."
"Be there in a few," Jordan called over her shoulder as she headed for the locker room
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Woody left police headquarters and headed for his car. It was a chilly February 14th and he had a feeling he was about to get a welcome that was just as cold.
It wasn't like he wanted to go to the M.E.'s office to pick up the coroner's report. In fact he'd tried like hell to avoid this very thing. But the captain wanted Woody to stay on top of this and that meant picking up the death report personally.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
Jordan bit back a smile as she watched Jesse dance with Garret in the only true way a little girl could dance at her age.
Jesse's feet were on top of Garret's as they moved around the office to John Coltrane's Blue Train.
Jordan had a hazy memory of herself and her dad doing that to an old Frank Sinatra song.
When the song stopped, Jordan clapped, "Look out Fred and Ginger."
"Who are they Uncle Garret?" Jesse asked.
"Get your mom to show you some of Grandpa Max's old movies."
"Okay," Jesse smiled. "You are a very good dancer Uncle Garret."
"Thank you Jesse. So are you."
Jesse smiled.
"Hey Moppet, why don't we go in my office and you can tell me about your Valentine's Day party? Max, Nigel, and Peter are still doing the computer geek thing."
"Okay Mommy," Jesse ran and took Jordan's hand. "Bye Uncle Garret," Jesse called over her shoulder.
"Bye," Garret smiled. He sat down at his desk after Jordan and Jesse had made their exit and started to look over the paperwork from his cases that morning. He had just finished signing something when there was a knock at his door. "Come in."
"Sure about that?"
Garret looked up. "Woody."
"Dr. Macy."
"I'd heard you were back in town," Garret turned his chair so he was facing Woody. "You look the same."
"Thank you. You too."
"What are you doing here Woody?"
"I came to pick up a report on the body from this morning but I can't seem to find Peter."
"I haven't seen him either. When I do, I'll let him know that you need the report. We'll messenger it over to you."
"I need it now."
"Wait here," Garret got up and went down the hall. He stuck his head into Nigel's office. "Peter?"
"Yeah?" The M.E. looked up from the computer game he was watching Nigel play with Max.
"You have the prelim report on the body from this morning?"
"Yeah," Peter picked it up and handed it over. "Checking up on me?"
"No, the officer in charge of the investigation is here to get it."
"Really?"
Nigel looked up. "Is that who I think it is?"
"The one and only."
"Can I give him the report?" Nigel asked with a grin.
"No," Garret said.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to have deal with INS when it's reported that you slugged an on duty cop."
"I won't hit him," Nigel said. Then he realized a pair of eyes were staring at him. He looked down. Max was looking up at him. "Sorry Max. We're not being fair are we?" he signed to the boy.
"No," was signed and accompanied by a frown and shake of the boy's head.
Peter touched his arm. "We are sorry," was what he signed.
"It's okay," Max smiled.
"Thank you," Garret signed. "See you all later," he left and headed back to his office. "Here you are Woody," he handed over the report.
"Thanks," Woody turned away from Garret's desk. "Nice looking kids. Who procreated?"
Garret took the picture away from Woody. "Cousins of mine."
"Oh. Well thanks for the report. See you around."
"Right," Garret said.
Woody left shutting the door behind him and Garret let out a sigh. He'd have to remember to put that picture away next time 'company' came in the form of Woodrow Hoyt.
Next time Woody might notice the resemblance Jesse had to Jordan.