Woody's POV
I ran, that's all I could do, I couldn't think or feel or respire, I was numb, from my neck down, no feeling, except a agonizing cold that found it's way through my veins and locked my heart in one long heartbeat. "Jordan!" I tried to scream, but found nothing could come out. I came to her door, adrenalin rushing threw my skull, I tried to open the door, and it refused to budge so I kicked it down. I darted up the stairs, trying to open her door. It was already open, papers were strewn about, the coffee table flipped on its side, a lamp sat on it's side, no one was there, just silence. CREAK, I whirled around, prepared to defend Jordan with my very life. Nothing, no one, except the door had closed, I opened it, brandishing my backup weapon, Silence.
Garret's POV
Detective Hoight had called me an hour ago, we all sat in silence, Nigel was crying, his lip trembled, Bug and Lily, were nestled together for comfort, Peter sat looking at his white knuckles, "Alright," I finally whispered to the gang, "Detective Hoight and the entire Boston PD is on it, we shouldn't worry." Nigel looked enraged, "Shouldn't worry, bloody hell we shouldn't that man is a monster and he has Jordan and we shouldn't worry... Sweet Nancy." I struggled to keep my composure in this time, she was my 'Bestest Girlfriend' as Jordan liked to say, She was the one thing keeping all of us together, if she was gone, this place will fall apart. None of us would be able to handle that.
"So what are we going to do?" Peter asked us as if we were a band of soldiers stuck in combat with no weapon's , there was one thing that brought this place together, we were like family. "Are we going to let this... freak win, come on he's a monster yeah... but what's the one thing Jordan has taught us?" he smiled faintly, a ghost of a smile flitted across Bugs face, "Hot dog's don't mix well with herbal tea and heavy metal music?" everyone chuckled at this, even me. "hmmm, no, well yeah... but, but she also taught us that we can solve cases like this, she does it every day, we can find her, lets get in there and find out who this weirdo thinks he is, that he can mess with us, were medical examiners!" with this everyone got up and moved into autopsy.
Woody's POV
I took a long sip of coffee, as Agent Thomas walked up to me, her hair pulled back in a elegant bun, her red dress suit was neat as a pin, she smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. "Woody, you look like hell? What happened?" I shook my head I was too tired to speak anymore I just leaned back in my chair. "This has been one hell of a week." I whispered and took a sip of my coffee, then the phone rang, startling me, I spilt my Coffee all over my suit, "Sh... Hoight!" I yelped into the phone, at the sound of the voice I went still.
"I heard you were looking for me?" a dangerously low voice said. "Who is this?" "You know, I'm not sure I like being called the Charles River Killer, people might mix me up with the green river killer." I looked at agent Thomas; she immediately hit the recorder on my phone. I had never been gladder to have that recorder thingy. "You know, Detective, she's awfully pretty, put up a hell of a fight." "Can I talk to her?" I asked my voice thick and hoarse with disgust, for this monster that had my Jordan, all I wanted was to see her again.
A moment later I heard soft breathing on the other end. "Wood- Woody, help me please." Jordan's voice was soft and pleading, she was groggy and weak, that word again Weak. "Don't worry babe, we got everyone at the morgue and the cops on it, were going to find you-"I could hear the phone being yanked away from her "Hoight you got three days to find her, hurry." I could feel my mind shatter, like a ship lost at sea I felt so alone, like I was the world's plaything, a ship being tossed to the jagged rocks at the bottom of the turbulent Ocean.
I ran, that's all I could do, I couldn't think or feel or respire, I was numb, from my neck down, no feeling, except a agonizing cold that found it's way through my veins and locked my heart in one long heartbeat. "Jordan!" I tried to scream, but found nothing could come out. I came to her door, adrenalin rushing threw my skull, I tried to open the door, and it refused to budge so I kicked it down. I darted up the stairs, trying to open her door. It was already open, papers were strewn about, the coffee table flipped on its side, a lamp sat on it's side, no one was there, just silence. CREAK, I whirled around, prepared to defend Jordan with my very life. Nothing, no one, except the door had closed, I opened it, brandishing my backup weapon, Silence.
Garret's POV
Detective Hoight had called me an hour ago, we all sat in silence, Nigel was crying, his lip trembled, Bug and Lily, were nestled together for comfort, Peter sat looking at his white knuckles, "Alright," I finally whispered to the gang, "Detective Hoight and the entire Boston PD is on it, we shouldn't worry." Nigel looked enraged, "Shouldn't worry, bloody hell we shouldn't that man is a monster and he has Jordan and we shouldn't worry... Sweet Nancy." I struggled to keep my composure in this time, she was my 'Bestest Girlfriend' as Jordan liked to say, She was the one thing keeping all of us together, if she was gone, this place will fall apart. None of us would be able to handle that.
"So what are we going to do?" Peter asked us as if we were a band of soldiers stuck in combat with no weapon's , there was one thing that brought this place together, we were like family. "Are we going to let this... freak win, come on he's a monster yeah... but what's the one thing Jordan has taught us?" he smiled faintly, a ghost of a smile flitted across Bugs face, "Hot dog's don't mix well with herbal tea and heavy metal music?" everyone chuckled at this, even me. "hmmm, no, well yeah... but, but she also taught us that we can solve cases like this, she does it every day, we can find her, lets get in there and find out who this weirdo thinks he is, that he can mess with us, were medical examiners!" with this everyone got up and moved into autopsy.
Woody's POV
I took a long sip of coffee, as Agent Thomas walked up to me, her hair pulled back in a elegant bun, her red dress suit was neat as a pin, she smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. "Woody, you look like hell? What happened?" I shook my head I was too tired to speak anymore I just leaned back in my chair. "This has been one hell of a week." I whispered and took a sip of my coffee, then the phone rang, startling me, I spilt my Coffee all over my suit, "Sh... Hoight!" I yelped into the phone, at the sound of the voice I went still.
"I heard you were looking for me?" a dangerously low voice said. "Who is this?" "You know, I'm not sure I like being called the Charles River Killer, people might mix me up with the green river killer." I looked at agent Thomas; she immediately hit the recorder on my phone. I had never been gladder to have that recorder thingy. "You know, Detective, she's awfully pretty, put up a hell of a fight." "Can I talk to her?" I asked my voice thick and hoarse with disgust, for this monster that had my Jordan, all I wanted was to see her again.
A moment later I heard soft breathing on the other end. "Wood- Woody, help me please." Jordan's voice was soft and pleading, she was groggy and weak, that word again Weak. "Don't worry babe, we got everyone at the morgue and the cops on it, were going to find you-"I could hear the phone being yanked away from her "Hoight you got three days to find her, hurry." I could feel my mind shatter, like a ship lost at sea I felt so alone, like I was the world's plaything, a ship being tossed to the jagged rocks at the bottom of the turbulent Ocean.