Disclaimer: I thought I should update you all on the fact that I
don't own Crossing Jordan and never will, so you have no excuse to sue me.
She loved Boston at night, all glittery and carefree, and at Christmas time, houses sparkled with Christmas lights, streetlamps were covered with garlands, shops were all lit up, and smelled of hot chocolate and cinnamon. Crisp evening air seeped through her jacket biting down to her very bones. Woody held her gloved hand tenderly as they strolled down the street bags of presents in toe, pausing in front of windows to look casually at the goods they offered.
Her hair lightly swayed in the wind, she was all wrapped in her coat and scarf, her high heel boots clicking against the icy sidewalk. Children were laughing and playing, people crowded the sidewalks. They didn't talk much, they seemed comfortable in silence.
"Look at this!" Woody chuckled, pointing to a leather S&M outfit in a store.
"That screams Nigel." She stated, laughing as they went on. She leaned into Woody for support, he swathed her shoulders with an arm. "So are you going to Jennifer O'Brian's memorial service tomorrow?" she asked casually, pausing to feign interest in a shirt on a sales rack.
He hadn't thought about that, he did know her, but her memorial service? Snow had turned to slush in the street, mixing with mud and salt. Jordan was peeking in a window, looking at a watch. "I never really thought about it Babe, do you think I should go?" Jordan looked him in his frosty blue eyes, they were like diamonds all sparkling and lustrous lately they had dulled; they were filled with worry and what looked like resentment.
"If you want to." Was all she said, even though she wanted to say more, she held her tongue, that had gotten her in more trouble than she needed right now, she wasn't in the mood to argue.
Something in that statement made him blink, it was as if she was dismissing him, he shook it off, it was probably his overactive imagination. Since the dreams started he couldn't think straight, he was almost in a dream-like state half the time. He could never shake the image of her pallid face, a look of pure panic and horror, her hair matting in the black blood, making her face look even more pale. He often wondered if he was simply with Jordan to protect her, keep her from all anguish, but then he felt something. It was real, he could feel it in his heart, it was warm and soothing, it was patient and persistent and he followed it where ever it took him, at the end of the Journey, there was Jordan.
Jordan wasn't sure what he was thinking about, half the time she didn't know what he was thinking about. She had run from love for so long, when she stopped she realized she had know where to go, there had always been a wall, keeping the demons at bay, keeping love at arms length. That wall was the only thing between her and self destruction Then Woody showed up, with his innocent charm and big, baby blue eyes. She fought it with every ounce of her being, putting that wall up was hard, harder than she ever expected, But he was persistent, and she didn't have a lot of patience.
"I hope you don't have plans for Christmas Eve," He said pulling her gently along through the throng of people.
"I was hoping to spend it with you." She said giving him a small peck on his cheek.
"Good answer, cause I have a surprise." He said mysteriously, she stopped, she hated surprises, they nagged at her until she felt like she was gonna be sick with wanting to know, she hated the unknown, it was hard to explain, not tangible, she couldn't hold it in her hands, she couldn't feel it, they say ignorance is bliss not for Jordan. She had to know how everything worked, how it acted, she needed to explain it.
"I don't know cowboy... I'm not good with surprises." She said hesitantly, he smiled a broad, silly grin.
"Don't worry Joe; it's a very good surprise!" he pulled her along, she was loved Woody, there was absolutely no question about that, it was a new feeling, she wasn't sure how to handle feelings like love.
"It takes a very secure man to walk like that." He stated pointing to a man that was sashaying down the side walk. Jordan chuckled and pulled him along.
Woody unlocked his door, throwing his keys and mail on the table that sat next to the couch. He was tired, achy and tired two combinations that you should never combine; his eyelids felt heavy and his back throbbed.
He pulled his shoes and socks off before roaming his fridge for any leftover food he might find, finding a to-go box of Chinese he settled in front of the TV, laying on the couch. Nothing much was on, a re-run of friends, a Elvis Costello concert. He finally settled on fear factor, not his favorite show, he didn't like bugs.
Just before sleep found his eyes he noticed the number 3 blinking on his answering machine, he leaned far over to press the little button 'play.'
"Hey Woodrow! This is Cal; I bet you're out with Jordan right now? I can't believe you find cut up dead people a turn on, Yeah well, I called to tell you I met somebody, and... I, uh, I need four hundred dollars... I promise..."Woody pressed erase before it even finished, he remembered the last time that he had lent his wayward brother money, seven years ago, never saw it again.
"Hi Hun, this is mom, call me, I want to discuss you're new... situation, anyways I love you sweetheart, merry Christmas." He couldn't help but letting out a groan, his mother had this Gutanamo Bay style of interrogating, you know the kind, the kind where you want to confess just to end the torture.
"Detective Hoyt, this is Allen Rodriguez, I need to meet with you as soon as possible... I think I know who killed Jenny."
She loved Boston at night, all glittery and carefree, and at Christmas time, houses sparkled with Christmas lights, streetlamps were covered with garlands, shops were all lit up, and smelled of hot chocolate and cinnamon. Crisp evening air seeped through her jacket biting down to her very bones. Woody held her gloved hand tenderly as they strolled down the street bags of presents in toe, pausing in front of windows to look casually at the goods they offered.
Her hair lightly swayed in the wind, she was all wrapped in her coat and scarf, her high heel boots clicking against the icy sidewalk. Children were laughing and playing, people crowded the sidewalks. They didn't talk much, they seemed comfortable in silence.
"Look at this!" Woody chuckled, pointing to a leather S&M outfit in a store.
"That screams Nigel." She stated, laughing as they went on. She leaned into Woody for support, he swathed her shoulders with an arm. "So are you going to Jennifer O'Brian's memorial service tomorrow?" she asked casually, pausing to feign interest in a shirt on a sales rack.
He hadn't thought about that, he did know her, but her memorial service? Snow had turned to slush in the street, mixing with mud and salt. Jordan was peeking in a window, looking at a watch. "I never really thought about it Babe, do you think I should go?" Jordan looked him in his frosty blue eyes, they were like diamonds all sparkling and lustrous lately they had dulled; they were filled with worry and what looked like resentment.
"If you want to." Was all she said, even though she wanted to say more, she held her tongue, that had gotten her in more trouble than she needed right now, she wasn't in the mood to argue.
Something in that statement made him blink, it was as if she was dismissing him, he shook it off, it was probably his overactive imagination. Since the dreams started he couldn't think straight, he was almost in a dream-like state half the time. He could never shake the image of her pallid face, a look of pure panic and horror, her hair matting in the black blood, making her face look even more pale. He often wondered if he was simply with Jordan to protect her, keep her from all anguish, but then he felt something. It was real, he could feel it in his heart, it was warm and soothing, it was patient and persistent and he followed it where ever it took him, at the end of the Journey, there was Jordan.
Jordan wasn't sure what he was thinking about, half the time she didn't know what he was thinking about. She had run from love for so long, when she stopped she realized she had know where to go, there had always been a wall, keeping the demons at bay, keeping love at arms length. That wall was the only thing between her and self destruction Then Woody showed up, with his innocent charm and big, baby blue eyes. She fought it with every ounce of her being, putting that wall up was hard, harder than she ever expected, But he was persistent, and she didn't have a lot of patience.
"I hope you don't have plans for Christmas Eve," He said pulling her gently along through the throng of people.
"I was hoping to spend it with you." She said giving him a small peck on his cheek.
"Good answer, cause I have a surprise." He said mysteriously, she stopped, she hated surprises, they nagged at her until she felt like she was gonna be sick with wanting to know, she hated the unknown, it was hard to explain, not tangible, she couldn't hold it in her hands, she couldn't feel it, they say ignorance is bliss not for Jordan. She had to know how everything worked, how it acted, she needed to explain it.
"I don't know cowboy... I'm not good with surprises." She said hesitantly, he smiled a broad, silly grin.
"Don't worry Joe; it's a very good surprise!" he pulled her along, she was loved Woody, there was absolutely no question about that, it was a new feeling, she wasn't sure how to handle feelings like love.
"It takes a very secure man to walk like that." He stated pointing to a man that was sashaying down the side walk. Jordan chuckled and pulled him along.
Woody unlocked his door, throwing his keys and mail on the table that sat next to the couch. He was tired, achy and tired two combinations that you should never combine; his eyelids felt heavy and his back throbbed.
He pulled his shoes and socks off before roaming his fridge for any leftover food he might find, finding a to-go box of Chinese he settled in front of the TV, laying on the couch. Nothing much was on, a re-run of friends, a Elvis Costello concert. He finally settled on fear factor, not his favorite show, he didn't like bugs.
Just before sleep found his eyes he noticed the number 3 blinking on his answering machine, he leaned far over to press the little button 'play.'
"Hey Woodrow! This is Cal; I bet you're out with Jordan right now? I can't believe you find cut up dead people a turn on, Yeah well, I called to tell you I met somebody, and... I, uh, I need four hundred dollars... I promise..."Woody pressed erase before it even finished, he remembered the last time that he had lent his wayward brother money, seven years ago, never saw it again.
"Hi Hun, this is mom, call me, I want to discuss you're new... situation, anyways I love you sweetheart, merry Christmas." He couldn't help but letting out a groan, his mother had this Gutanamo Bay style of interrogating, you know the kind, the kind where you want to confess just to end the torture.
"Detective Hoyt, this is Allen Rodriguez, I need to meet with you as soon as possible... I think I know who killed Jenny."