Note: I know Woody's last name is spelled wrong, I realized this when
I was in the third chapter and now I feel as if I can't change it, it would
be to confusing. LOL!!!!!!!!!!
Lily's POV
I watch as snow begins to fall on the sidewalk, the first day was beginning to fall, Devan and Officer Winslow were interviewing people today, Woody is the one I'm worried about, he hasn't eaten or slept, we all were worried about Jordan, but he was becoming obsessive over finding her, he barely even resembled the happy go lucky cop we all met over a year ago, he was so distant and innate. Once I tried to approach him.
"Woody, go home and get a couple hours sleep, Peter and I can handle these reports and we'll call you if anything comes up." He looked at me with muted eyes, they were so filled with sadness and guilt I was taken back, "No Lily, I can't." he looked passed my shoulder to garret who had slunk into the conference room, "Were you able to contact Max?" "No, Woodrow go home and get some sleep, everyone is working on it, you can't do anything now, you're running you're self into the ground." With this he stood up, pushing his chair back violently "It's my fault she's out there, I should have been there to protect her, she needed me and I wasn't there." He ended his outburst on a soft melody, it was filled with guilt and held in pain, a tears slowly crept down his face. I glanced at Garret, he gave me a 'not a word' peek, we just watched as he began to cry steady streams of tears, that smudged his tanned face.
Now I leaned against the building, soft chunks of snow fell like rain, every noise from hear to Cambridge was muted and all was silent, I heard the door, and looked up, it was Bug, He looked as disheveled as the rest of us, "Hey Lil," I smiled at him, we were all drained, he pulled a cigarette out of his coat, "I didn't know you smoked." "Quit" he mumbled, "but this day is the topper," he was silent for a moment then muttered shakily "What if we can't find her, what'll happen to us all?" I tried to speak but all that came was a soft moan, he looked at me with unshed tears present in his chocolate eyes. "I'm sorry Lily..." his voice trailed off, I wiped away the tears and held out my hand "Come on, let's go find Jordan."
Jordan's POV
All I feel is cold, a cold that seeps into your bones and licks your insides. I could see my breath, puffs of ashen breaths, I curled in a ball, and lay on the frozen cement floor, I had long since run out of tears, and my eyes drooped. I could hear the man, the man that smelled like Pledge wood polisher, I'll remember that lemony smell for the rest of my life.
I was scared, scared like that day Mama died, scared like the day my daddy left.... Daddy, I want my daddy, then his face swam into view "Honey, Jah-den wake up, wake up we gotta go to the hospital mommy's hurt, she's very tired so we have to be quiet, get up and put on your clothes." I wanted to tell him that I couldn't move, my arms ached, and my lungs were sore from breathing in dirt. "Daddy, I'm.... hurt, hurry." I tried to whisper, but it was so muffled I doubted he would hear it. "Jordan you watch you're mother, I have to go." "Yes daddy." I garbled incoherently, suddenly I saw Woody's face, he was happy, and I was happy. "I'm Complicated too" he said with a soft smile.
I felt a sharp pain in my side from a kick, and came too, I must have been dreaming "Doctor Cavanaugh, I hope these are comfortable accommodations." "go to hell!" I shouted with what little bit of energy I had left. "oh, you're a lot feistier than Miss Turner, she was quiet, you're a lively one" He gave me another jab with his foot, "Ow, why is it the ribs with you people?!" and threw down a pie tin filled with little Debbie cakes and those packaged doughnuts from hostess "You know, you should consider you're self a lucky one, I could have just killed you, then again it wouldn't be as much fun, I rather like toying with the police, especially with your boyfriend, what's his name... Woodrow, well, Woody, ha, what kind of a name is that?" I felt a rush of shame at my thinking the same thing when I first met Woody. "Well enjoy stay Miss... excuse me Doctor Cavanaugh." He gave me a cold smile and another kick, knocking me to the floor, I yelped I could taste Salty blood in the back of my throat. Before I could retaliate he had left through the heavy metal door, and locked it behind him. All I could think was "This wasn't in the job description, falling in love with hyper active, over caffeinated Detectives and getting buried alive and drugged and kidnapped, oh god I need a raise!"
Lily's POV
I watch as snow begins to fall on the sidewalk, the first day was beginning to fall, Devan and Officer Winslow were interviewing people today, Woody is the one I'm worried about, he hasn't eaten or slept, we all were worried about Jordan, but he was becoming obsessive over finding her, he barely even resembled the happy go lucky cop we all met over a year ago, he was so distant and innate. Once I tried to approach him.
"Woody, go home and get a couple hours sleep, Peter and I can handle these reports and we'll call you if anything comes up." He looked at me with muted eyes, they were so filled with sadness and guilt I was taken back, "No Lily, I can't." he looked passed my shoulder to garret who had slunk into the conference room, "Were you able to contact Max?" "No, Woodrow go home and get some sleep, everyone is working on it, you can't do anything now, you're running you're self into the ground." With this he stood up, pushing his chair back violently "It's my fault she's out there, I should have been there to protect her, she needed me and I wasn't there." He ended his outburst on a soft melody, it was filled with guilt and held in pain, a tears slowly crept down his face. I glanced at Garret, he gave me a 'not a word' peek, we just watched as he began to cry steady streams of tears, that smudged his tanned face.
Now I leaned against the building, soft chunks of snow fell like rain, every noise from hear to Cambridge was muted and all was silent, I heard the door, and looked up, it was Bug, He looked as disheveled as the rest of us, "Hey Lil," I smiled at him, we were all drained, he pulled a cigarette out of his coat, "I didn't know you smoked." "Quit" he mumbled, "but this day is the topper," he was silent for a moment then muttered shakily "What if we can't find her, what'll happen to us all?" I tried to speak but all that came was a soft moan, he looked at me with unshed tears present in his chocolate eyes. "I'm sorry Lily..." his voice trailed off, I wiped away the tears and held out my hand "Come on, let's go find Jordan."
Jordan's POV
All I feel is cold, a cold that seeps into your bones and licks your insides. I could see my breath, puffs of ashen breaths, I curled in a ball, and lay on the frozen cement floor, I had long since run out of tears, and my eyes drooped. I could hear the man, the man that smelled like Pledge wood polisher, I'll remember that lemony smell for the rest of my life.
I was scared, scared like that day Mama died, scared like the day my daddy left.... Daddy, I want my daddy, then his face swam into view "Honey, Jah-den wake up, wake up we gotta go to the hospital mommy's hurt, she's very tired so we have to be quiet, get up and put on your clothes." I wanted to tell him that I couldn't move, my arms ached, and my lungs were sore from breathing in dirt. "Daddy, I'm.... hurt, hurry." I tried to whisper, but it was so muffled I doubted he would hear it. "Jordan you watch you're mother, I have to go." "Yes daddy." I garbled incoherently, suddenly I saw Woody's face, he was happy, and I was happy. "I'm Complicated too" he said with a soft smile.
I felt a sharp pain in my side from a kick, and came too, I must have been dreaming "Doctor Cavanaugh, I hope these are comfortable accommodations." "go to hell!" I shouted with what little bit of energy I had left. "oh, you're a lot feistier than Miss Turner, she was quiet, you're a lively one" He gave me another jab with his foot, "Ow, why is it the ribs with you people?!" and threw down a pie tin filled with little Debbie cakes and those packaged doughnuts from hostess "You know, you should consider you're self a lucky one, I could have just killed you, then again it wouldn't be as much fun, I rather like toying with the police, especially with your boyfriend, what's his name... Woodrow, well, Woody, ha, what kind of a name is that?" I felt a rush of shame at my thinking the same thing when I first met Woody. "Well enjoy stay Miss... excuse me Doctor Cavanaugh." He gave me a cold smile and another kick, knocking me to the floor, I yelped I could taste Salty blood in the back of my throat. Before I could retaliate he had left through the heavy metal door, and locked it behind him. All I could think was "This wasn't in the job description, falling in love with hyper active, over caffeinated Detectives and getting buried alive and drugged and kidnapped, oh god I need a raise!"