Fights, Questions, and Differences
"See you on Monday, Jordan. Bye Woody." Garrett said one Friday night. It was after 10 o'clock at night and Jordan and Woody were just getting ready to go to the bar.
"Bye Garrett. Hey, you want to come to the bar with us?" Jordan asked.
"Uhh, no, I can't. Have to go see my mother tomorrow. If I show up with a hangover, there'll be hell to pay." He chuckled as the elevator door shut.
"Well, I guess that leaves us two." Woody told her.
"Yep. Well let's get going. Dad will be wondering if I disappeared of the face of the earth if I don't see him soon."
"Jordan, before we go, we need to talk."
"Sure Woody. About what?"
"Well, it's us. Whe are acting as if there is noting between us."
"Woody, let's go. Forget it, I am not going to enter this conversation right now. Come on." Jordan headed out of the room, but Woody grabbed her arm.
"Jordan, no. Not until we talk. Really talk."
"I refuse to get into this right now. Just give it up. I don't want to talk."
"We are not just friends, Jordan. After our kiss, things changed between us. We became closer. I know this isn't your favorite subject, but I realll y want us to talk."
"That's it! I am going home, now, Woody. Bye!" Jordan said as she grabbed her coat and stormed off.
"Darn it Jordan! Get back here! We have to talk!"
Jordan turned and glared at him, fire in her eyes. "Woody, I'm done talking!" At that, she turned and left.
"You want to talk about it?" How many times had Jordan heard that from her dad before.
"Nah. I'm fine. It was just another fight of ours. I'm sure it will be over soon enough." Jordan told her father, trying to hide the lie in her voice.
"Jordan, I am not stupid."
"Sorry, Dad. I will be fine, though."
"Right. Well, I've gotta get home."
"Night Dad."
"Night, Jordan."
It was nine o'clock on Thursday when Jordan walked into Garrett's office for her new case.
"So, how are you and Woody?" Garrett said with a hidden grin.
"Garrett, did you have to bring that up?"
"Well I just noticed how you two haven't spoken in almost a week."
"You're right. We aren't speaking, okay? Happy?"
"Sorry. Here it is. Jordan, you and Nige get this one. A woman and her two kids were found murdered in their apartment this morning."
"I'll go get Nigel. Hey," She said as she was leaving his office, "Sorry about blowing up at you like that." She gave him that side of the mouth smile she always gave.
"No prob. Get going!" He had turned serious again.
"Where are the bodies?" Jordan asked routinely.
"Over there." The police officer pointed. As Jordan turned to walk over towards the bodies, she saw him and sighed.
Should've known. It's a homicide. Of course Woody is here. He always makes me so mad! Darn it! How did I fall in love with him? God! I'm in love with Woody. I vowed never to fall in love again. Why did I fall in love with him? Was it that innocence about him? His dimples? Or was it that smile? Who am I kidding? It was that beautiful pair of eyes. Those baby blue deep eyes.
"Hey, Jordan." Woody said, startling Jordan.
"H-h-hi... Woody." She said back, stunned. It was always that way. They'd fight, stop talking, and end up making up without actually making up.
But this time did seem different. There seemed to be an underlying something. It wasn't the same as it usually was.
Whatever. It doesn't matter right now. I'll find out later. She thought to herself.
"See you on Monday, Jordan. Bye Woody." Garrett said one Friday night. It was after 10 o'clock at night and Jordan and Woody were just getting ready to go to the bar.
"Bye Garrett. Hey, you want to come to the bar with us?" Jordan asked.
"Uhh, no, I can't. Have to go see my mother tomorrow. If I show up with a hangover, there'll be hell to pay." He chuckled as the elevator door shut.
"Well, I guess that leaves us two." Woody told her.
"Yep. Well let's get going. Dad will be wondering if I disappeared of the face of the earth if I don't see him soon."
"Jordan, before we go, we need to talk."
"Sure Woody. About what?"
"Well, it's us. Whe are acting as if there is noting between us."
"Woody, let's go. Forget it, I am not going to enter this conversation right now. Come on." Jordan headed out of the room, but Woody grabbed her arm.
"Jordan, no. Not until we talk. Really talk."
"I refuse to get into this right now. Just give it up. I don't want to talk."
"We are not just friends, Jordan. After our kiss, things changed between us. We became closer. I know this isn't your favorite subject, but I realll y want us to talk."
"That's it! I am going home, now, Woody. Bye!" Jordan said as she grabbed her coat and stormed off.
"Darn it Jordan! Get back here! We have to talk!"
Jordan turned and glared at him, fire in her eyes. "Woody, I'm done talking!" At that, she turned and left.
"You want to talk about it?" How many times had Jordan heard that from her dad before.
"Nah. I'm fine. It was just another fight of ours. I'm sure it will be over soon enough." Jordan told her father, trying to hide the lie in her voice.
"Jordan, I am not stupid."
"Sorry, Dad. I will be fine, though."
"Right. Well, I've gotta get home."
"Night Dad."
"Night, Jordan."
It was nine o'clock on Thursday when Jordan walked into Garrett's office for her new case.
"So, how are you and Woody?" Garrett said with a hidden grin.
"Garrett, did you have to bring that up?"
"Well I just noticed how you two haven't spoken in almost a week."
"You're right. We aren't speaking, okay? Happy?"
"Sorry. Here it is. Jordan, you and Nige get this one. A woman and her two kids were found murdered in their apartment this morning."
"I'll go get Nigel. Hey," She said as she was leaving his office, "Sorry about blowing up at you like that." She gave him that side of the mouth smile she always gave.
"No prob. Get going!" He had turned serious again.
"Where are the bodies?" Jordan asked routinely.
"Over there." The police officer pointed. As Jordan turned to walk over towards the bodies, she saw him and sighed.
Should've known. It's a homicide. Of course Woody is here. He always makes me so mad! Darn it! How did I fall in love with him? God! I'm in love with Woody. I vowed never to fall in love again. Why did I fall in love with him? Was it that innocence about him? His dimples? Or was it that smile? Who am I kidding? It was that beautiful pair of eyes. Those baby blue deep eyes.
"Hey, Jordan." Woody said, startling Jordan.
"H-h-hi... Woody." She said back, stunned. It was always that way. They'd fight, stop talking, and end up making up without actually making up.
But this time did seem different. There seemed to be an underlying something. It wasn't the same as it usually was.
Whatever. It doesn't matter right now. I'll find out later. She thought to herself.