Three Weeks Later....
Jordan's POV
I had been back to work for a week, it seemed everything had changed. No one knew what to say to me, I could see it in their eyes. Like three days ago when I asked if Bug had the tox screens I asked for on a John Doe that we thought had committed suicide. When I asked him how he was, he made an excuse and wandered out of the autopsy room. Now I sat in the back of the conference room, the only quiet place I could find, and I stared out of the window, when Emmy came in. "Jordan, Detective Hoight is here." I had been trying to circumvent him for weeks; still I couldn't avoid him forever could I? "Okay let him in Emmy, thanks." She smiled and slipped out as quickly as she had come. A few moments later Woody came in, his face bright, he looked so much better than when I saw him at the freak jobs house three weeks ago.
"Look who it is, the prodigal Joe." he announced merrily, suddenly I froze, he looked so... rested, and more like the Woody that I knew, "Hey, Woody how's it hanging?" I asked, already more comfortable in his easy presence. He closed the door, peeking around the corners to avoid being seen. "Okay, Jordan cut the crap why have you been avoiding me?" he asked in a soft but firm voice without preamble. I choked on the potato chip I had been munching on. "What are you talking about Woody?" he looked around the room in a indefinable glance, disappointment? Annoyance? I all of a sudden felt a surge of guilt, still, I hide my feelings well.
"What am I talking about? I'm talking about you avoiding me for three weeks, I've seen you twice since you got out of the hospital, you don't return my calls, when I come by here you're not around. Now Jordan, I am asking, as a friend, what are you doing?" his eyes looked so beseeching, I felt so depraved, I gave a half sigh, half groan and looked at the floor. I wasn't quite sure what to tell him, he struggled to look into my eyes. I refused to look up, when I did he had an angry look, a new look, a look I had never seen enter his eyes. "I... I'm scared Woody," he answered before I could finish "of what? You don't have to be scared of me." I gave a small, lopsided smile and sat with a thud into a different chair, a chair closer to him, I could smell his sweet, yet peppery scent. "You didn't let me finish," I mumbled, "finish," he whispered. "I'm scared that I'll hurt you Woody, you're such a nice guy and I don't want to..." I searched for the right word, "taint you," I felt like a weight was falling off my shoulders. "Jordan, don't care if you're complicated, a lot of people are... you have to open up sometime, when you're ready, call me, not before then though." As he got up to leave, I noticed his eyes, so truthful, I wanted to fallow him, but my legs were numb. He paused in the doorway and looked at me... that look, I was afraid of it. "See, nice guys do finish last." He muttered a little callously. Then he was gone, and all of a sudden I felt a rush of emotions, I couldn't name, I got up and stumbled to the door. When I opened it. And looked frantically around, he wasn't around, no where, I could see his muscular frame anywhere.
Woody's POV
I was sick of her games, she could play around with me all she wants and it wouldn't change a thing, I was still the same old Woody and she'd be the same old Jordan. I walked swiftly, not wanting her to see me; I didn't want to see her. She would never love me, not the way I loved her. She's smart, funny, beautiful, and I was a farm boy from Wisconsin, that would be like pairing Jethro from the Beverly hillbillies and Rachel hunter, it just doesn't work that way, she would never love me.
Jordan's POV
I had been back to work for a week, it seemed everything had changed. No one knew what to say to me, I could see it in their eyes. Like three days ago when I asked if Bug had the tox screens I asked for on a John Doe that we thought had committed suicide. When I asked him how he was, he made an excuse and wandered out of the autopsy room. Now I sat in the back of the conference room, the only quiet place I could find, and I stared out of the window, when Emmy came in. "Jordan, Detective Hoight is here." I had been trying to circumvent him for weeks; still I couldn't avoid him forever could I? "Okay let him in Emmy, thanks." She smiled and slipped out as quickly as she had come. A few moments later Woody came in, his face bright, he looked so much better than when I saw him at the freak jobs house three weeks ago.
"Look who it is, the prodigal Joe." he announced merrily, suddenly I froze, he looked so... rested, and more like the Woody that I knew, "Hey, Woody how's it hanging?" I asked, already more comfortable in his easy presence. He closed the door, peeking around the corners to avoid being seen. "Okay, Jordan cut the crap why have you been avoiding me?" he asked in a soft but firm voice without preamble. I choked on the potato chip I had been munching on. "What are you talking about Woody?" he looked around the room in a indefinable glance, disappointment? Annoyance? I all of a sudden felt a surge of guilt, still, I hide my feelings well.
"What am I talking about? I'm talking about you avoiding me for three weeks, I've seen you twice since you got out of the hospital, you don't return my calls, when I come by here you're not around. Now Jordan, I am asking, as a friend, what are you doing?" his eyes looked so beseeching, I felt so depraved, I gave a half sigh, half groan and looked at the floor. I wasn't quite sure what to tell him, he struggled to look into my eyes. I refused to look up, when I did he had an angry look, a new look, a look I had never seen enter his eyes. "I... I'm scared Woody," he answered before I could finish "of what? You don't have to be scared of me." I gave a small, lopsided smile and sat with a thud into a different chair, a chair closer to him, I could smell his sweet, yet peppery scent. "You didn't let me finish," I mumbled, "finish," he whispered. "I'm scared that I'll hurt you Woody, you're such a nice guy and I don't want to..." I searched for the right word, "taint you," I felt like a weight was falling off my shoulders. "Jordan, don't care if you're complicated, a lot of people are... you have to open up sometime, when you're ready, call me, not before then though." As he got up to leave, I noticed his eyes, so truthful, I wanted to fallow him, but my legs were numb. He paused in the doorway and looked at me... that look, I was afraid of it. "See, nice guys do finish last." He muttered a little callously. Then he was gone, and all of a sudden I felt a rush of emotions, I couldn't name, I got up and stumbled to the door. When I opened it. And looked frantically around, he wasn't around, no where, I could see his muscular frame anywhere.
Woody's POV
I was sick of her games, she could play around with me all she wants and it wouldn't change a thing, I was still the same old Woody and she'd be the same old Jordan. I walked swiftly, not wanting her to see me; I didn't want to see her. She would never love me, not the way I loved her. She's smart, funny, beautiful, and I was a farm boy from Wisconsin, that would be like pairing Jethro from the Beverly hillbillies and Rachel hunter, it just doesn't work that way, she would never love me.