Note: I know last chapter was a little strange... It'll all be explained in the coming Chapters, enjoy
Chapter 15: shelter from the storm... take me home
Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own any of the characters off of Crossing Jordan and I sure as h ain't getting paid for it!!!! Luv yah, Jenna.
Jordan's POV
Maybe it was just the feeling of being safe or just the smell of him when he was close. Now that I had pushed him away I realized how much I needed him, he was the safe harbor, the shelter after the storm, as I leaned against my desk and rubbed by throbbing temples. I couldn't deny it any longer, it was him, it was the way he could make me absolutely furious and at the same time the only one who could make me laugh. Darkness had fallen outside and big, drops of sleet were falling in sheets. I stood up and gathered my things; the wind was whistling threw the high rise building's that were lit up like trees on Christmas night. This was the time of night I loved most, when the breeze was whipping up off the Atlantic, everyone was headed somewhere, passing each other as they went about there daily lives, going home, to their kids, their husbands, their dogs, just finding their way as the night settled on the city.
I could see Nigel in the other room, working dutifully on his computer, Bug was at his desk, filling out paper work and Garret was in his office listening to his record player. Things had began to die down, I could talk to someone without having them act all weird "I'm going home!" Peter announced as he marched threw the locker doors and down the hall, waving with one had, coat and files in the other. "See yah Peter!" I shouted from my desk. "Goodnight Jordan," he disappeared into the elevator.
I leaned back into my chair, sighing heavily, "my life is boring." I mumbled to myself, not aware of the figure standing in my doorway. "In the last three years you've been buried alive, arrested, almost thrown off a roof, kidnapped and fallen in love... I wouldn't call that too boring." Nigel chuckled self consciously "it only proves how boring mine is." The one thing that Brit could do was make me laugh, no matter what the circumstance. "How'd you know that I was almost thrown off of a roof and what makes you think i've fallen in love?" I asked raising an eyebrow. He took a seat on top of my desk "Woodrow fills us in on everything love, and in the last two days everytime I mention Woodrow, you blush and get a mushy look in you're eyes." I must have flinched at his name, because Nigel gave me a benevolent look. "You miss him don't you Jordan." I tried to play it off by looking down. "Miss who?" "Woodrow." "How could I miss Woody? I saw him today." "No love, the old woody, the innocent woody, the one who would fall at your feet if you needed anything." I felt tears bite at the back of my eyes but I refused to cry, crying was weakness, and I'd never cry over a guy, but he wasn't any other guy, he was Woody, the innocent detective that had wormed his way through her heart. And there was no way in hell he was coming out.
I sighed as he stood up, "Go to him love, you can't run forever, and one day he's going to get tired of chasing after you." With that he walked out, leaving me alone. I stood up and grabbed my car keys, I didn't even know where he was, I closed my eyes, trying to will my thoughts away, leaving Woody's face as if thought alonw would bring him to me, he didn't return though, not his glistening blue eyes or his innocent smirk. I walked out, locking my office and headed toward the elevator, I needed a drink, a big one.
I drove the company's white ford explorer down the streets, rain pounded the windshield. The Pouge Mahone was all lit up with an eerie glow of white light, in the orange streetlight I saw Woody's car, parked outside. I pulled the Ford up behind it, and pulled the key from the ignition. I couldn't move though, my legs were deadened from the mid thigh down. I felt all these new feelings arise from deep in my soul. I set my hands gingerly on the steering wheel, and then I placed my head in between them. This was going to be harder than I thought.
Inside I spotted Woody immediately, he was wet, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and his black coat was hanging on the coat rack dripping wet. He sat on a barstool, nursing a beer. I stumbled toward him, but the lump in my throat grew steadily with each step.As I stood behind him, not sure if he would even want to speak to me. "Jordan, it's okay, I'm not going to bite, let me buy you a beer." he mumbled not looking behind him, it was then I noticed the mirror behind the bar. "I think I owe you the beer, I've been a total bitch." He smiled a little sadly. "I wouldn't go that far," "listen Woody, I have an apology to make..." he held a finger to my lips "don't say another word, I'm the one that should be apologizing to you... I was a jerk I should never have talked to you that way," I stood up and looked to the jukebox in the corner, for a fleeting moment I saw us dancing at that corner, many times we danced there, just listening to the rhythm of the music, holding each other close, not feeling, not speaking, just off somewhere else, far away from the death that we were forced to deal with everyday, unaware of the pain and suffering that filled each second of everyday, we were here, with each other, safe.
Then as I turned back to Woody, I saw it, the thing I had been waiting to see. The innocence in his azure eyes, the pain of being far from home, and away from the family that had nurtured him from his youth, he looked so old and yet so young, and I wanted to absorb that pain away from him, he was so alone here in Boston, yet he was willing to lose his badge, his life for me... no one besides Dad had ever shown that type of devotion towards me, I was the lost cause of all lost causes, but he was the one that would pull me back up, after I fall, he would be there to brush me off.
Woody's POV
I would never figure her out, I could see the wheels turning behind her honey eyes turning as she stared blankly at the jukebox, her face falling slightly, her hands trembled she tried to hide it by sticking them in her grey faded sweatshirt pocket. "You wanna dance?" I asked timidly. She shook her head no. I leaned back in defeat, I couldn't argue with her, no one could. "Jordan..." I started, yet I knew not what to say after that, "what?" she whispered unsteadily, her face lifting to look into my eyes. She never looked so vulnerable than she did at that second I wanted to take her pain away, I wanted to take her in my arms and absorb all of the weakness and torment that was the riddle in her eyes, the one I had yet to figure out.
Slowly she sat down on the barstool next to me. She looked a little cautious but she leaned into my arm, setting her head tenderly on my shoulder. "Woody... promise me something?" it was more a question than a demand. "What?" I asked, sounding a little more shaky than I wanted to "never leave me... ever, I had a lot of time to think after you left, about what I would do with my life if you ever left my side... and..." I didn't know exactly what to say to encourage her to say more "and?" I whispered receptively "And, Woodrow Hoight, I belong to you... I can run all I want, and I'll end up running back to you... I want you to be the first one I see in the morning, and when I'm old and grey and on my death bed, I want you to be the last one I see." I wasn't sure what to do, either she was telling me she loved me, or she wanted me to use me for the rest of her life; I sat there stunned at the pronouncement, for all the times I had almost lost my job, or even my life, I couldn't leave her, she was the one, the light at the end of the dark tunnel, the enigma of life, the reason the sun rises in the morning, the reason the moon leaves a trail of silver moonlight in the black night, the reason the wind blows and the stars shine.
"Woody?" I couldn't answer, I was lost in her coffee colored eyes, "Woody, will you take me home?" I saw the life that stewed in her eyes, the happiness that was waiting, lost just behind all of that sorrow and regret. "Yeah, yeah Jo, I'll take you home." I stood up and helped her off her barstool like it was her thrown. And wrapped her coat over her shoulders, retrieving my own jacket fallowed her out into the dying droplets of rain. And then, I stopped, short, mesmerized by the way her hair fell over her shoulders Soaking wet.
"Woody? What are you doing?" she asked giving me a raised eyebrow and a quizzical look "I'm lookn' at you." I yelled at her over the howl of the wind. She stood there looking at me puzzled. "You can look at me all you want to when we're in the car... well not in the car, in the car you look at the road, but when we get home, you can look away..." "Jordan" I said over the moan of the wind. "Shh..." I walked over to her, and took her hand "may I have this dance?" she shot me a sweet look, and without a word, draped her hands over my neck, and leaned into my body, I wrapped my arms around her waist anchoring her safely, she muttered something into my collar. "what?" I whispered as we moved in melody with the sleet. As it tapered off, and snow fell gradually down. "I said you smell good." "well thank you, I told you that my cologne would wear off on you." She chuckled and moved her head from my shoulder to my chest. I stroked her waterlogged hair, and took in the smell of vanilla. Then she whispered "Take me home.." then something dawned on me. "Where is home Jordan?" she hugged me tighter, burying her face into my neck. "Wherever you are."
More next chapter luv Jenna
Chapter 15: shelter from the storm... take me home
Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own any of the characters off of Crossing Jordan and I sure as h ain't getting paid for it!!!! Luv yah, Jenna.
Jordan's POV
Maybe it was just the feeling of being safe or just the smell of him when he was close. Now that I had pushed him away I realized how much I needed him, he was the safe harbor, the shelter after the storm, as I leaned against my desk and rubbed by throbbing temples. I couldn't deny it any longer, it was him, it was the way he could make me absolutely furious and at the same time the only one who could make me laugh. Darkness had fallen outside and big, drops of sleet were falling in sheets. I stood up and gathered my things; the wind was whistling threw the high rise building's that were lit up like trees on Christmas night. This was the time of night I loved most, when the breeze was whipping up off the Atlantic, everyone was headed somewhere, passing each other as they went about there daily lives, going home, to their kids, their husbands, their dogs, just finding their way as the night settled on the city.
I could see Nigel in the other room, working dutifully on his computer, Bug was at his desk, filling out paper work and Garret was in his office listening to his record player. Things had began to die down, I could talk to someone without having them act all weird "I'm going home!" Peter announced as he marched threw the locker doors and down the hall, waving with one had, coat and files in the other. "See yah Peter!" I shouted from my desk. "Goodnight Jordan," he disappeared into the elevator.
I leaned back into my chair, sighing heavily, "my life is boring." I mumbled to myself, not aware of the figure standing in my doorway. "In the last three years you've been buried alive, arrested, almost thrown off a roof, kidnapped and fallen in love... I wouldn't call that too boring." Nigel chuckled self consciously "it only proves how boring mine is." The one thing that Brit could do was make me laugh, no matter what the circumstance. "How'd you know that I was almost thrown off of a roof and what makes you think i've fallen in love?" I asked raising an eyebrow. He took a seat on top of my desk "Woodrow fills us in on everything love, and in the last two days everytime I mention Woodrow, you blush and get a mushy look in you're eyes." I must have flinched at his name, because Nigel gave me a benevolent look. "You miss him don't you Jordan." I tried to play it off by looking down. "Miss who?" "Woodrow." "How could I miss Woody? I saw him today." "No love, the old woody, the innocent woody, the one who would fall at your feet if you needed anything." I felt tears bite at the back of my eyes but I refused to cry, crying was weakness, and I'd never cry over a guy, but he wasn't any other guy, he was Woody, the innocent detective that had wormed his way through her heart. And there was no way in hell he was coming out.
I sighed as he stood up, "Go to him love, you can't run forever, and one day he's going to get tired of chasing after you." With that he walked out, leaving me alone. I stood up and grabbed my car keys, I didn't even know where he was, I closed my eyes, trying to will my thoughts away, leaving Woody's face as if thought alonw would bring him to me, he didn't return though, not his glistening blue eyes or his innocent smirk. I walked out, locking my office and headed toward the elevator, I needed a drink, a big one.
I drove the company's white ford explorer down the streets, rain pounded the windshield. The Pouge Mahone was all lit up with an eerie glow of white light, in the orange streetlight I saw Woody's car, parked outside. I pulled the Ford up behind it, and pulled the key from the ignition. I couldn't move though, my legs were deadened from the mid thigh down. I felt all these new feelings arise from deep in my soul. I set my hands gingerly on the steering wheel, and then I placed my head in between them. This was going to be harder than I thought.
Inside I spotted Woody immediately, he was wet, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and his black coat was hanging on the coat rack dripping wet. He sat on a barstool, nursing a beer. I stumbled toward him, but the lump in my throat grew steadily with each step.As I stood behind him, not sure if he would even want to speak to me. "Jordan, it's okay, I'm not going to bite, let me buy you a beer." he mumbled not looking behind him, it was then I noticed the mirror behind the bar. "I think I owe you the beer, I've been a total bitch." He smiled a little sadly. "I wouldn't go that far," "listen Woody, I have an apology to make..." he held a finger to my lips "don't say another word, I'm the one that should be apologizing to you... I was a jerk I should never have talked to you that way," I stood up and looked to the jukebox in the corner, for a fleeting moment I saw us dancing at that corner, many times we danced there, just listening to the rhythm of the music, holding each other close, not feeling, not speaking, just off somewhere else, far away from the death that we were forced to deal with everyday, unaware of the pain and suffering that filled each second of everyday, we were here, with each other, safe.
Then as I turned back to Woody, I saw it, the thing I had been waiting to see. The innocence in his azure eyes, the pain of being far from home, and away from the family that had nurtured him from his youth, he looked so old and yet so young, and I wanted to absorb that pain away from him, he was so alone here in Boston, yet he was willing to lose his badge, his life for me... no one besides Dad had ever shown that type of devotion towards me, I was the lost cause of all lost causes, but he was the one that would pull me back up, after I fall, he would be there to brush me off.
Woody's POV
I would never figure her out, I could see the wheels turning behind her honey eyes turning as she stared blankly at the jukebox, her face falling slightly, her hands trembled she tried to hide it by sticking them in her grey faded sweatshirt pocket. "You wanna dance?" I asked timidly. She shook her head no. I leaned back in defeat, I couldn't argue with her, no one could. "Jordan..." I started, yet I knew not what to say after that, "what?" she whispered unsteadily, her face lifting to look into my eyes. She never looked so vulnerable than she did at that second I wanted to take her pain away, I wanted to take her in my arms and absorb all of the weakness and torment that was the riddle in her eyes, the one I had yet to figure out.
Slowly she sat down on the barstool next to me. She looked a little cautious but she leaned into my arm, setting her head tenderly on my shoulder. "Woody... promise me something?" it was more a question than a demand. "What?" I asked, sounding a little more shaky than I wanted to "never leave me... ever, I had a lot of time to think after you left, about what I would do with my life if you ever left my side... and..." I didn't know exactly what to say to encourage her to say more "and?" I whispered receptively "And, Woodrow Hoight, I belong to you... I can run all I want, and I'll end up running back to you... I want you to be the first one I see in the morning, and when I'm old and grey and on my death bed, I want you to be the last one I see." I wasn't sure what to do, either she was telling me she loved me, or she wanted me to use me for the rest of her life; I sat there stunned at the pronouncement, for all the times I had almost lost my job, or even my life, I couldn't leave her, she was the one, the light at the end of the dark tunnel, the enigma of life, the reason the sun rises in the morning, the reason the moon leaves a trail of silver moonlight in the black night, the reason the wind blows and the stars shine.
"Woody?" I couldn't answer, I was lost in her coffee colored eyes, "Woody, will you take me home?" I saw the life that stewed in her eyes, the happiness that was waiting, lost just behind all of that sorrow and regret. "Yeah, yeah Jo, I'll take you home." I stood up and helped her off her barstool like it was her thrown. And wrapped her coat over her shoulders, retrieving my own jacket fallowed her out into the dying droplets of rain. And then, I stopped, short, mesmerized by the way her hair fell over her shoulders Soaking wet.
"Woody? What are you doing?" she asked giving me a raised eyebrow and a quizzical look "I'm lookn' at you." I yelled at her over the howl of the wind. She stood there looking at me puzzled. "You can look at me all you want to when we're in the car... well not in the car, in the car you look at the road, but when we get home, you can look away..." "Jordan" I said over the moan of the wind. "Shh..." I walked over to her, and took her hand "may I have this dance?" she shot me a sweet look, and without a word, draped her hands over my neck, and leaned into my body, I wrapped my arms around her waist anchoring her safely, she muttered something into my collar. "what?" I whispered as we moved in melody with the sleet. As it tapered off, and snow fell gradually down. "I said you smell good." "well thank you, I told you that my cologne would wear off on you." She chuckled and moved her head from my shoulder to my chest. I stroked her waterlogged hair, and took in the smell of vanilla. Then she whispered "Take me home.." then something dawned on me. "Where is home Jordan?" she hugged me tighter, burying her face into my neck. "Wherever you are."
More next chapter luv Jenna