FIVE WEEKS LATER
Jordan was working on a case in Autopsy 1. It had been a slow week and tomorrow was Saturday. Nigel was lollygagging around doing nothing, and, to tell the truth, so was Jordan. She kept looking at evidence she had already looked at. If she really wanted to, she could close this case right now, but if she did that, Garrett would give them a new case, and she didn't feel like one today.
At 9:00 pm, Jordan handed in the closed file to Garrett and got ready to leave.
"Jordan," Garrett called after her.
"Yea?" she responded.
"How are things going with you and Woody?"
"Since when were you interested in my personal life?" Jordan asked him with sarcasim and a clear grin. She loved to tease her boss.
Garrett rolled his eyes and said, "Obviously it's going good."
"Yeah. Actually, I'm heading to the bar to meet him."
"I'm glad that you two have worked out so well."
"Thanks. See you later, Garrett."
"Bye, Jordan."
Jordan got to her Dad's bar twenty minutes later. In stead of going straight in, though, she stood outside and just watched Woody through the glass. She raised an eyebrow. Woody was engaged in some conversation with her father. They went from serious to laughing and back again. Over and over again this happened. After five minutes, Woody started to look worried, so Jordan went in.
"Hey! Where have you been? I was just going to go call you."
"I... I got caught up in a conversation with Nigel. Sorry."
"No problem. So, you want to get a drink? As soon as you're done, we have reservations at a certain restaurant that you seem to have taken a big liking to over the years."
"What? Where?"
"O, it might be called Marco's Italian Restaurante." Woody said, saying the name with a pathetic Italian accent.
"Oh my god! I haven't been there since I was like 20! You really got reservations to Marco's?!"
"I thought you might like it." He said subtley with a grin.
"But, how did you know about it?"
"Oh, I have my ways." He grinned, looking over at Max.
"Sorry, Dad, but I think I'm gonna pass on the drink and go straight to Marco's."
"Sounds good, Jordan. Bye." Max said.
"Bye Max." Woody said as Jordan pulled him through the door.
"Have a good time. And Woody, don't forget, she loves you."
Woody smiled on his way out.
Jordan was working on a case in Autopsy 1. It had been a slow week and tomorrow was Saturday. Nigel was lollygagging around doing nothing, and, to tell the truth, so was Jordan. She kept looking at evidence she had already looked at. If she really wanted to, she could close this case right now, but if she did that, Garrett would give them a new case, and she didn't feel like one today.
At 9:00 pm, Jordan handed in the closed file to Garrett and got ready to leave.
"Jordan," Garrett called after her.
"Yea?" she responded.
"How are things going with you and Woody?"
"Since when were you interested in my personal life?" Jordan asked him with sarcasim and a clear grin. She loved to tease her boss.
Garrett rolled his eyes and said, "Obviously it's going good."
"Yeah. Actually, I'm heading to the bar to meet him."
"I'm glad that you two have worked out so well."
"Thanks. See you later, Garrett."
"Bye, Jordan."
Jordan got to her Dad's bar twenty minutes later. In stead of going straight in, though, she stood outside and just watched Woody through the glass. She raised an eyebrow. Woody was engaged in some conversation with her father. They went from serious to laughing and back again. Over and over again this happened. After five minutes, Woody started to look worried, so Jordan went in.
"Hey! Where have you been? I was just going to go call you."
"I... I got caught up in a conversation with Nigel. Sorry."
"No problem. So, you want to get a drink? As soon as you're done, we have reservations at a certain restaurant that you seem to have taken a big liking to over the years."
"What? Where?"
"O, it might be called Marco's Italian Restaurante." Woody said, saying the name with a pathetic Italian accent.
"Oh my god! I haven't been there since I was like 20! You really got reservations to Marco's?!"
"I thought you might like it." He said subtley with a grin.
"But, how did you know about it?"
"Oh, I have my ways." He grinned, looking over at Max.
"Sorry, Dad, but I think I'm gonna pass on the drink and go straight to Marco's."
"Sounds good, Jordan. Bye." Max said.
"Bye Max." Woody said as Jordan pulled him through the door.
"Have a good time. And Woody, don't forget, she loves you."
Woody smiled on his way out.