Jordan's POV
I've been home for three days already I feel like I'm going out of my wits, I've cleaned the house, which hasn't felt like home since Malden died on my floor when I got home the night I was finally allowed too, all I could think was, he stained the Hopeless rug, now I have to buy a new one. I scrubbed at the dishes, looked at the clock, three hours tell Woody gets off, I could shop, no, no money to shop, Maybe I should go for a walk, that would help, a little fresh air might settle my stomach.
I walked threw the shaded green park, people laughing, children playing, dogs catching Frisbee's, I found myself sitting on a bench overlooking the pond with my knees tucked under my chin, and tears pouring down my face. It was funny, I wasn't even sure why I was crying, but there I was, tears streaming, hair loosely blowing in the sweet smelling wind.
When I got home, it was quiet, the loft was so formal and detatched. I sat on the Futon to wait for Woody; he would know what to do. But seven came, and he didn't come, seven thirty, no Woody, it made me mad that he didn't even call, I curled up in a ball on the futon, and waited, there was nothing else to do.
Woody's POV Autopsy 1
Peter walked us threw it, all of it, she was stabbed seventeen times, but this time she was raped, when I first saw her she took my breath away how much she looked like Jordan, the smell, I began to shake, Vanilla, she smelled like Vanilla. I ran into the men's room and got sick, I felt weak and dizzy all of a sudden. "Detective Hoight?!" it was Agent Thomas, "Are you okay?" I looked around, looking for an excuse not to come out not finding one I relented "Uh, yeah" I stammered flushing the toilet, and joining her outside, "she just reminds me of one of the ME's here, Doctor Cavanaugh," "Oh well I do hope we have the pleasure of meeting soon." "Yeah," I mumbled Glancing at the clock and wincing "holy crap, eight twenty three, Agent can you take care of this I have to go." "Sure Detective Hoight." She gave me a smile and her hand with those god awful pink fingernails ran down my sleeve, with an uncomfortable sigh I walked off.
I punched out the numbers of Jordan's phone number, 555-0304, "Hello? Cavanaugh." "Jordan, I am so, so, so, sorry, I lost track of time going over a autopsy of one of the Charles killers I'll be their in five minutes okay." She was silent "Joe?" she sighed "Hurry Wood." I practically ran to my car, I had never been happier to have that autopilot I was sure I would have sped if not for that.
Her lights were off as I approached her apartment, the red door was open a crack I pushed it open, my palms sweating, I don't know why I was so nervous, I flicked on the bright light, I found her sitting in her living room, curled on her futon. The phone lodged in her hand, she was shaking, "Joe? Hey, are you okay?" a ghost of a smile flitted across her pale face. "Yeah Woody, I'm Okay, Absolutely Okay" I smiled back at her and caressed her soft cheek with my hand, she felt so cold. "Wanna watch TV?" I asked. "No, I want to go for a walk" she stood up, I noticed she was dressed in a simple spaghetti strap top and jeans, knee high boots and a white sweater that fell careless around her shoulders and dripped to her knees, I noticed she looked thin, to thin, and weak. Jordan shouldn't be weak, she to stubborn to be diluted, she was so strong, what had brought on this sudden change, an overnight transformation.
"Are you alright?" she asked holding out her hand." What are you staring at?" I took it "Yeah, just looking at you." She rolled her eyes "You gotta work on you're game face Farm boy." "back to farm boy am I?" "Oh, yes Farm boy, that name was earned by a happy go lucky cop that has really bad taste in ties." "well" I said moving closer to her melodiously. She granted me a lopsided grin, I couldn't feel sad or lonely at that moment. Jordan was in my presence, no one could bring me down, not the long work hours or the stress my family was putting on me to move back to Wisconsin, not the vendor who didn't put cream in my coffee, or the fact that I was moving closer and closer to insanity each second, with Jordan, it all went away. "I have I earned a kiss?" I asked holding on to her elbow softly, pulling her toward me, to my surprise she didn't knee me in the crotch, she smiled and leaned closer to me, Vanilla, my new favorite smell. She leaned closer. I tilted down are lips met, soft at first and then deeper and deeper, when are lips broke apart, she was looking at me with those warm, passionate, honeyed brown eyes, I couldn't move. She just smiled and grabbed her keys off the table by the door. "Come on lets go make out under the jungle gym at Foresthill park."
We walked silently hand in hand, she held her head high, her feet scuffing the sidewalk. She never looked at me, always off to the side or straight ahead, we didn't have to speak to each other, we knew in our minds what the other was thinking. I was immersed in my thoughts of how the pallid silvery moonlight cast shadows on her rosy cheeks, I was having a apparition of a second thought, what if this just ended like the other time in the desert, what if she rejected me again, I couldn't take that she was the one, my one and only, if only she knew.
I've been home for three days already I feel like I'm going out of my wits, I've cleaned the house, which hasn't felt like home since Malden died on my floor when I got home the night I was finally allowed too, all I could think was, he stained the Hopeless rug, now I have to buy a new one. I scrubbed at the dishes, looked at the clock, three hours tell Woody gets off, I could shop, no, no money to shop, Maybe I should go for a walk, that would help, a little fresh air might settle my stomach.
I walked threw the shaded green park, people laughing, children playing, dogs catching Frisbee's, I found myself sitting on a bench overlooking the pond with my knees tucked under my chin, and tears pouring down my face. It was funny, I wasn't even sure why I was crying, but there I was, tears streaming, hair loosely blowing in the sweet smelling wind.
When I got home, it was quiet, the loft was so formal and detatched. I sat on the Futon to wait for Woody; he would know what to do. But seven came, and he didn't come, seven thirty, no Woody, it made me mad that he didn't even call, I curled up in a ball on the futon, and waited, there was nothing else to do.
Woody's POV Autopsy 1
Peter walked us threw it, all of it, she was stabbed seventeen times, but this time she was raped, when I first saw her she took my breath away how much she looked like Jordan, the smell, I began to shake, Vanilla, she smelled like Vanilla. I ran into the men's room and got sick, I felt weak and dizzy all of a sudden. "Detective Hoight?!" it was Agent Thomas, "Are you okay?" I looked around, looking for an excuse not to come out not finding one I relented "Uh, yeah" I stammered flushing the toilet, and joining her outside, "she just reminds me of one of the ME's here, Doctor Cavanaugh," "Oh well I do hope we have the pleasure of meeting soon." "Yeah," I mumbled Glancing at the clock and wincing "holy crap, eight twenty three, Agent can you take care of this I have to go." "Sure Detective Hoight." She gave me a smile and her hand with those god awful pink fingernails ran down my sleeve, with an uncomfortable sigh I walked off.
I punched out the numbers of Jordan's phone number, 555-0304, "Hello? Cavanaugh." "Jordan, I am so, so, so, sorry, I lost track of time going over a autopsy of one of the Charles killers I'll be their in five minutes okay." She was silent "Joe?" she sighed "Hurry Wood." I practically ran to my car, I had never been happier to have that autopilot I was sure I would have sped if not for that.
Her lights were off as I approached her apartment, the red door was open a crack I pushed it open, my palms sweating, I don't know why I was so nervous, I flicked on the bright light, I found her sitting in her living room, curled on her futon. The phone lodged in her hand, she was shaking, "Joe? Hey, are you okay?" a ghost of a smile flitted across her pale face. "Yeah Woody, I'm Okay, Absolutely Okay" I smiled back at her and caressed her soft cheek with my hand, she felt so cold. "Wanna watch TV?" I asked. "No, I want to go for a walk" she stood up, I noticed she was dressed in a simple spaghetti strap top and jeans, knee high boots and a white sweater that fell careless around her shoulders and dripped to her knees, I noticed she looked thin, to thin, and weak. Jordan shouldn't be weak, she to stubborn to be diluted, she was so strong, what had brought on this sudden change, an overnight transformation.
"Are you alright?" she asked holding out her hand." What are you staring at?" I took it "Yeah, just looking at you." She rolled her eyes "You gotta work on you're game face Farm boy." "back to farm boy am I?" "Oh, yes Farm boy, that name was earned by a happy go lucky cop that has really bad taste in ties." "well" I said moving closer to her melodiously. She granted me a lopsided grin, I couldn't feel sad or lonely at that moment. Jordan was in my presence, no one could bring me down, not the long work hours or the stress my family was putting on me to move back to Wisconsin, not the vendor who didn't put cream in my coffee, or the fact that I was moving closer and closer to insanity each second, with Jordan, it all went away. "I have I earned a kiss?" I asked holding on to her elbow softly, pulling her toward me, to my surprise she didn't knee me in the crotch, she smiled and leaned closer to me, Vanilla, my new favorite smell. She leaned closer. I tilted down are lips met, soft at first and then deeper and deeper, when are lips broke apart, she was looking at me with those warm, passionate, honeyed brown eyes, I couldn't move. She just smiled and grabbed her keys off the table by the door. "Come on lets go make out under the jungle gym at Foresthill park."
We walked silently hand in hand, she held her head high, her feet scuffing the sidewalk. She never looked at me, always off to the side or straight ahead, we didn't have to speak to each other, we knew in our minds what the other was thinking. I was immersed in my thoughts of how the pallid silvery moonlight cast shadows on her rosy cheeks, I was having a apparition of a second thought, what if this just ended like the other time in the desert, what if she rejected me again, I couldn't take that she was the one, my one and only, if only she knew.