"Hey Woody!" Jordan could feel the heat rise about ten degrees when
he slipped under the neon yellow crime scene tape. His suit was a bit
wrinkled, dark circles formed under his eyes telling me he hadn't slept,
his hair was wet from the rain that fell outside.
"Hey Jo," he said tiredly, she stuck my bottom lip out piteously teasing him.
"Aw, did baby have a bad day?" Jordan asked running a willowy hand down his arm. He wasn't in the mood for her teasing, but he wasn't in the mood for a fight either.
"As a matter of fact, yes, Eddie called in sick, we've been shorthanded, I've had three homicides in the past twenty four hours, and to top it all off I have a mountain of paperwork and my cereal was soggy!" he complained, holding her hand for comfort. He liked holding her hand, when his calloused hand swallowed her slender one, she just fit.
It had taken a lot for him to make Jordan realize she loved him, and it took her being kidnapped for him to realize that he couldn't live without her. It was that simple, if she wasn't breathing, neither was he.
"Well, mama's gonna have to make today all better." She whispered in his ear seductively, lightly tracing his jawbone with her slender finger. That was it, that, enigma that surrounded her, the riddle, it was the sadness that has been thinning out across her face like a spreading stain for so long, now he saw it was disappearing, a new Jordan was emerging from the ashes of her past. She was laughing, the circles that had plagued the soft underbelly of her eyes was diminishing slowly but surely.
"Can we please keep the public displays of affection down to a minimum please we have a crime scene to process." Garret snapped playfully, Woody blushed, he wasn't used to the teasing, well except Jordan, but that was mostly 'So, you used to feel up cows?' comments when he was explaining what a joy it was to get up at four O'clock in the morning.
"Right!" Woodrow announced, blushing eight shades of red. It made Jordan smile, he was shy, it was sexy, funny she never found shy appealing. "What do we got?" he asked clearing his throat nervously.
"Jennifer O'Brian, 24, four years out of the academy, already on her way to being on homicide." Jordan stated as Woody lifted the white sheet, blood drenched the middle area, where Jennifer was shot, Woody whitened.
"What's the matter Wood? Know her?" he nodded mutely, covering his mouth with a hand.
"Yeah, we worked a stakeout together around two years ago, nice kid." He whispered, Jordan couldn't help feeling concerned, she scratched her neck fretfully.
"Gee, Hun, maybe you shouldn't work the case if you have a relationship with the decedent." He shook his head vigorously.
"No, I didn't know her that well, I can handle it, she just..." he allowed his voice to trail off.
"She was in trouble with the IA." Garret said, holding up and evidence bag that held a file. "Are little girl was a dirty cop, found this over there." Garret pointed to an area marked off.
"Who found her?" Woody asked shaking his head in disbelief.
"Maid, came in and found her, liver temp suggests she's been dead for over twelve hours,"
"You guys better come and look at this!" Nigel exclaimed, waving a hand. "Seems that she was doing a little booger sugar, cocaine and lots of it." For where Nigel stood, in front of a glass table laced with a fine sheet of white substance, a few pictures of the decedent with a unidentified male and a credit card were strewn over the table.
"I'm going to find out who that is, Jordan, Nigel, Garret do what you guys do best." He wasn't sure why, he had a hunch, Jennifer had seemed like the girl who would always do the right thing, not a dirty cop, not the Malden type, his hunch, he was already in this, way too deep.
"Hey Jo," he said tiredly, she stuck my bottom lip out piteously teasing him.
"Aw, did baby have a bad day?" Jordan asked running a willowy hand down his arm. He wasn't in the mood for her teasing, but he wasn't in the mood for a fight either.
"As a matter of fact, yes, Eddie called in sick, we've been shorthanded, I've had three homicides in the past twenty four hours, and to top it all off I have a mountain of paperwork and my cereal was soggy!" he complained, holding her hand for comfort. He liked holding her hand, when his calloused hand swallowed her slender one, she just fit.
It had taken a lot for him to make Jordan realize she loved him, and it took her being kidnapped for him to realize that he couldn't live without her. It was that simple, if she wasn't breathing, neither was he.
"Well, mama's gonna have to make today all better." She whispered in his ear seductively, lightly tracing his jawbone with her slender finger. That was it, that, enigma that surrounded her, the riddle, it was the sadness that has been thinning out across her face like a spreading stain for so long, now he saw it was disappearing, a new Jordan was emerging from the ashes of her past. She was laughing, the circles that had plagued the soft underbelly of her eyes was diminishing slowly but surely.
"Can we please keep the public displays of affection down to a minimum please we have a crime scene to process." Garret snapped playfully, Woody blushed, he wasn't used to the teasing, well except Jordan, but that was mostly 'So, you used to feel up cows?' comments when he was explaining what a joy it was to get up at four O'clock in the morning.
"Right!" Woodrow announced, blushing eight shades of red. It made Jordan smile, he was shy, it was sexy, funny she never found shy appealing. "What do we got?" he asked clearing his throat nervously.
"Jennifer O'Brian, 24, four years out of the academy, already on her way to being on homicide." Jordan stated as Woody lifted the white sheet, blood drenched the middle area, where Jennifer was shot, Woody whitened.
"What's the matter Wood? Know her?" he nodded mutely, covering his mouth with a hand.
"Yeah, we worked a stakeout together around two years ago, nice kid." He whispered, Jordan couldn't help feeling concerned, she scratched her neck fretfully.
"Gee, Hun, maybe you shouldn't work the case if you have a relationship with the decedent." He shook his head vigorously.
"No, I didn't know her that well, I can handle it, she just..." he allowed his voice to trail off.
"She was in trouble with the IA." Garret said, holding up and evidence bag that held a file. "Are little girl was a dirty cop, found this over there." Garret pointed to an area marked off.
"Who found her?" Woody asked shaking his head in disbelief.
"Maid, came in and found her, liver temp suggests she's been dead for over twelve hours,"
"You guys better come and look at this!" Nigel exclaimed, waving a hand. "Seems that she was doing a little booger sugar, cocaine and lots of it." For where Nigel stood, in front of a glass table laced with a fine sheet of white substance, a few pictures of the decedent with a unidentified male and a credit card were strewn over the table.
"I'm going to find out who that is, Jordan, Nigel, Garret do what you guys do best." He wasn't sure why, he had a hunch, Jennifer had seemed like the girl who would always do the right thing, not a dirty cop, not the Malden type, his hunch, he was already in this, way too deep.