When You Come Back Down
Chapter 2
Rating: PG-13
Not mine! They just use my head for a playground! :0)
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"How. . .?"
"This." Garret held up the envelope with Jordan's name written on the front. "And he had the locket already. At least that's what I assume was in the box. It rattled like some kind of charm on a chain."
"The locket? That's what the picture was for?"
"Yeah. He was making her something to carry her friends and family with her all the time."
"Good lord, what are we going to do?" Nigel knew what they should do, but this was different.
"First we're going to call Detective Carver. Ask her to come down here. This isn't the kind of news I want to deliver over the phone. She can do the family notification. I'm sure that's on his emergency contact information. And then. . ." And then he'd do one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. Garret was fairly sure that Jordan and Woody were not beyond the friendship level, in fact he'd heard some arguments from her office lately when she felt like he was being too immature or something. But still. He was her friend. And she felt something for him whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Jordan?" Nigel shuddered thinking what this would do to her. The weeks around her birthday were already bad enough.
"I'll go and talk with her myself. After we talk with Lois. Would you. . .?"
"I'll call her right now." Nigel picked up the phone and dialed Carver's cell phone. He told her they had made identification and asked her to come down.
Five minutes later, Carver walked off the elevator. Garret met her and led her into his office.
"Nigel said that you had an identification?"
"Yeah, Lois. We do. The prints came up almost instantly. There's no easy way to say this. . . It's Detective Hoyt."
"Oh my God." Lois sat down on the couch. The kid had been so green when he started, but he'd really grown on all of them at the department. And she knew he was friends with a lot of the morgue staff as well, especially. . . "Garret, what's this going to do to her?"
"Jordan? I don't know. I'm going over to her place in a few minutes. I wanted to let you know so you could contact his family. You have that, right?"
"Yeah. It's in his file. I'll. . .I'll go do that now." She choked back tears. Garret stood and embraced her.
"We're all so sorry, for the department and everything. He was a great guy."
"Yes, he was. Garret, tell Jordan if she needs anything. . ."
"I will. I don't think they were. . .but they were definitely friends." He thought of something for a second. "Lois? Is this already on the news?"
"The beating? Yeah, I think so. Why?"
"Hold off on the identification. Even after you've told his parents. Just call them, privately. Don't let the other guys know about it. Give me a chance to find Jordan. I do not want her hearing about it from the television. Or someone else."
"I completely understand, Garret. Call me after you've told her."
"Will do." They both stood to leave the office.
Garret checked in with Nigel briefly, asking him to please not release any information about the beating to anyone ~ especially the name. Nigel was still shaken, but said he could hold things down while Garret went to find Jordan. And of course he wouldn't tell anyone anything. Lois and Garret walked to the elevator together. As they left the building, they went their own ways, each dreading the difficult task in front of them.
. . .to be continued. . .
Chapter 2
Rating: PG-13
Not mine! They just use my head for a playground! :0)
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"How. . .?"
"This." Garret held up the envelope with Jordan's name written on the front. "And he had the locket already. At least that's what I assume was in the box. It rattled like some kind of charm on a chain."
"The locket? That's what the picture was for?"
"Yeah. He was making her something to carry her friends and family with her all the time."
"Good lord, what are we going to do?" Nigel knew what they should do, but this was different.
"First we're going to call Detective Carver. Ask her to come down here. This isn't the kind of news I want to deliver over the phone. She can do the family notification. I'm sure that's on his emergency contact information. And then. . ." And then he'd do one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. Garret was fairly sure that Jordan and Woody were not beyond the friendship level, in fact he'd heard some arguments from her office lately when she felt like he was being too immature or something. But still. He was her friend. And she felt something for him whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Jordan?" Nigel shuddered thinking what this would do to her. The weeks around her birthday were already bad enough.
"I'll go and talk with her myself. After we talk with Lois. Would you. . .?"
"I'll call her right now." Nigel picked up the phone and dialed Carver's cell phone. He told her they had made identification and asked her to come down.
Five minutes later, Carver walked off the elevator. Garret met her and led her into his office.
"Nigel said that you had an identification?"
"Yeah, Lois. We do. The prints came up almost instantly. There's no easy way to say this. . . It's Detective Hoyt."
"Oh my God." Lois sat down on the couch. The kid had been so green when he started, but he'd really grown on all of them at the department. And she knew he was friends with a lot of the morgue staff as well, especially. . . "Garret, what's this going to do to her?"
"Jordan? I don't know. I'm going over to her place in a few minutes. I wanted to let you know so you could contact his family. You have that, right?"
"Yeah. It's in his file. I'll. . .I'll go do that now." She choked back tears. Garret stood and embraced her.
"We're all so sorry, for the department and everything. He was a great guy."
"Yes, he was. Garret, tell Jordan if she needs anything. . ."
"I will. I don't think they were. . .but they were definitely friends." He thought of something for a second. "Lois? Is this already on the news?"
"The beating? Yeah, I think so. Why?"
"Hold off on the identification. Even after you've told his parents. Just call them, privately. Don't let the other guys know about it. Give me a chance to find Jordan. I do not want her hearing about it from the television. Or someone else."
"I completely understand, Garret. Call me after you've told her."
"Will do." They both stood to leave the office.
Garret checked in with Nigel briefly, asking him to please not release any information about the beating to anyone ~ especially the name. Nigel was still shaken, but said he could hold things down while Garret went to find Jordan. And of course he wouldn't tell anyone anything. Lois and Garret walked to the elevator together. As they left the building, they went their own ways, each dreading the difficult task in front of them.
. . .to be continued. . .
