Jordan
Still a CSI: Miami / Dr. Vegas crossover, and still all those other things that were mentioned before the first part...
Oh yeah, but I left out the disclaimer, so here it is: I am making no money off of this thing, so please don't sue me. (That goes for part 1, as well)
Reviews welcome!
Here is the second chapter:
"Hey, that's a pretty picture, Jordan." Calleigh walked up behind the girl who was sitting quietly in one of the questioning rooms with the young social worker, Janice. She sat down in the chair to her left.
"Thank you."
"Can you tell me about it?"
"Here is me and here is mommy."
Calleigh studied the crayon drawing.
"What are you two doing in the picture?"
"Watching a video. My Barbie tape. Like we were last night."
"What is that back there?" Calleigh asked as she pointed to a stick figure with a black blob where the head was supposed to be.
"The man...his face was covered," Jordan said simply. She put her crayon down and laid her head on the table, looking up at Calleigh.
A knock on the window alerted the CSI to the fact that the child psychologist they had called was here.
"Jordan..."
Before she could excuse herself from the room, the little girl sat up and wrapped her arms around Calleigh's neck. Caught off guard, she froze for a second, and then responded by gently rubbing Jordan's back.
"Sweetie, a nice lady named Laura is going to come talk to you, now. I have to go, but I'll be right down the hall, okay?"
"When is my daddy coming?"
"He'll be here soon. I'll bring him in to see you after he gets here, all right?"
The girl leaned back and nodded. Calleigh noticed a stray tear falling down her cheek. She wiped it away and put her back in her chair.
Laura entered the room, and immediately walked over to Jordan. Satisfied that she was okay, she turned and headed to the lab.
"Horatio."
"Calleigh, how's Jordan?"
"Sad, confused, wants to see her daddy."
"When is he getting in?"
"Well, assuming he made the flight from Las Vegas, he should be here in the next half hour."
"Miami-Dade Police Department. Quickly please."
"Yes sir."
As he sat in the silence of the taxi, he felt panic spring back up inside of his stomach. He hadn't seen Jordan in months, and with what she had been through in the last few hours...
He pictured her sitting alone in some dank police department, confused and alone, and the thought broke his heart. He was tired, but the thoughts of seeing his little girl safe and sound kept the exhaustion from overwhelming him.
"We're here, sir."
"Thanks. Keep the change," Billy said, as he tossed a large bill at the cabbie. He entered the building hurriedly.
As he exited the elevator to the floor where he was directed, he saw a desk with an officer sitting behind it.
"I'm Dr.—"
"Billy Grant?"
Billy followed the voice to the blonde standing off to the side of the room. He recognized the voice from the phone call.
"Yes. That's me. You must be Officer Duquesne."
"Yes."
The two cordially shook hands.
"Where is Jordan?"
"She's talking with the psychologist. They should be done soon, so I'll take you to see her. We will still have to talk, but you can see her first. She's been asking for you."
They headed down the long glass walled hall, toward the room where Jordan was.
"Did she...was she...?"
"She told the social worker that she was in the bathroom down the hall and heard her mother screaming. She went to see what was wrong, and caught a glimpse of the man leaving. Jordan called 911, but the knife hit the heart directly."
"God, she would have bled out within minutes."
"Yes."
"But Jordan is fine?"
"Yes. She's right in there."
Calleigh pointed through the glass of the questioning room. He stood looking at her in silence as the CSI pushed the door open.
"Jordan. Someone's here to see you."
"Daddy!!!"
Billy dropped his bag in the hall and had his little girl in his arms in two seconds. He held her tight as she cried into his shoulder. His own tears were brimming his eyes. Calleigh, Laura and the Janice stood back in the background and allowed father and daughter some time.
"Hey, bug. Oh, I missed you! Are you okay?"
"Mommy's gone, Daddy."
"Shhh...you're safe. I'm here now."
"I love you, Daddy."
"Oh, I love you, too, baby."
Calleigh began to feel tears threaten her own eyes.
"Why did mommy have to die, daddy?"
Billy swallowed the lump in his throat and looked his daughter in the eyes.
"I don't know, but I do know that the police officers are going to do their best to find out."
"Will you, Miss Calleigh?" Jordan asked as the tears had almost ceased.
Calleigh looked at Billy, and then nodded with confidence.
"Yes, we will. Don't worry about that. We'll take good care of you, and we will find who did this, I promise."
The two adults exchanged a brief smile after they were certain that Jordan was satisfied with this answer.
"Jordan, we have some couches that you can sleep on in our lounge. Janice will take you and stay with you, okay. I need to talk to your daddy for a few minutes is that all right?
The child rubbed her eyes.
"I am kind of sleepy."
"Go on, bug. I'll come get you in a little while."
"Don't be long, daddy."
"I won't."
Billy and Calleigh watched Jordan and Janice disappear down the hallway, and she gestured to the chairs that sat empty in the interrogation room.