***To make up for the short chapter 4, I'll post chapter 5 right away! Here
we go! And I found out how to italicize the thoughts of the person! so
don't be confused, it should be easier!***
This chapter takes place in a few different places, mainly the morgue, and the streets of Boston.
CHAPTER 5:
~~Nigel~~ Here we go...the cops said that they saw the kid right over here...under those boxes. Now to grab some evidence and show his picture around, and maybe someone will know this kid. I grabbed a pair of gloves out of the bag, took one look at the darkening sky overhead, and gently lifted the boxes off the asphalt. There were no visible signs of struggle on the ground, and there was nothing that would suggest the boy had been killed in the alley. I took some photos anyways, just to be sure, and then packed the camera up. I didn't want it getting wet in the rain, since it was now sprinkling. I grabbed the pictures that I had taken of the boy and started walking down the street, asking everyone that I had come across if they knew who he was. All I got was the typical: "Nope, Sorry, I have no idea, That's a shame, Good luck on finding him..." the general answers that weren't going to help. I went into the cigar and smoke shop next to the alley, and it was empty except for a middle aged man who was sitting at the counter, rolling cigarettes. I walked up to him and laid the picture on the counter.
"Have you ever seen this kid?" I pushed it towards him.
He studied it for a moment. "I can't say that I have. I don't get business from kids, and the parent's rarely bring kids in here. No good for their health, they say." He pushed the picture back to me.
"He was found dead in the alley behind your shop last night. Did you notice anything weird going on last night?"
"Besides the normal drunks and druggies roving the streets?" He laughed. "I don't bother to look outside anymore, I'm usually pretty damn busy nights. Lots of buyers stop in after most of the bars close down."
"If you remember anything," I scribbled my number to my office on a scrap of paper. "Call me and leave a message alright mate?"
He took the paper and nodded. "I will."
Just then, a group of a few guys walked in and leaned on the counter. "Hey Matt--roll us up some fresh ones...we're going out tonight!"
I grabbed the picture and handed it to one of the guys. "Any of you ever seen this kid around here?"
They passed the picture around, and all shook their heads. "Nope, sorry man. Never seen him before in my life." One of them handed it back to me with a slight grin on his face. "Good Luck on finding out who he is."
I took the picture back from him and turned to leave. "Thanks." As I walked out the door, I heard them all laughing. Stupid jerks, can't be bothered with the poor little bloke that they probably saw get dumped in that alley... I grabbed my keys and pulled myself into my truck, just as it started to rain. A huge clap of thunder shook the sky, and it started to absolutely pour. I thought to myself: I've gotta go back to my apartment and get Rudy...poor little guy's probably scared to death!
I drove silently back to my apartment and ran into the building, up the 5 flights of stairs, and I had to fight to get the key into the lock. I opened the door, and shut it behind me quickly. I didn't want him to escape out of the door. I slowly walked from room to room, calling his name. I found him under a pile of my old scrubs, shaking and whimpering. "Come here buddy..." I sat on the floor and held out my arms, and Rudy proceeded to crawl across the floor and into my lap, where I was smothered by kisses. And these were bulldog kisses...where they snort while licking you...but it was okay. Another clap of thunder sent him flying back under the pile and more whimpering and shaking ensued. "It's alright Rudy, it's only thunder...I pulled him out from under the pile, then reached up to my table and grabbed his harness off it, then put it on him. "You've gotta come to work with me tonight...I've gotta pull a double shift." I looked up at the clock and sighed. I had enough time to change into some dry clothes, then I had to get back to work. I pulled off all the wet stuff I had on, threw it in a pile on the bathroom floor, and put on dry scrubs, shoes, and grabbed a couple Cokes out of the fridge. I was gonna need them to stay awake tonight! I clipped Rudy to his leash, grabbed a bag full of chew toys, food, a bowl, and a few pairs of the old scrubs he had been hiding under and walked out of the door, down the stairs, and out into the rain. I didn't get very far though, I had to pick up Rudy and carry him across the puddles. I guess bulldogs don't like water... I jumped in my truck, and took off towards the morgue. Hopefully Garret won't mind this too much...
~~Jordan~~ Thank God, time to get out of here and get home...I hate when it rains. I wish I was with Woody right now...asleep in his arms...
"Jordan?" Garret stepped into my office, and my daydream.
"Yeah boss?" I grinned up at him.
"You leaving anytime soon?"
"In a few minutes, after I turn off my computer...why?"
"Because I'm about to leave, and I'll walk with you out to your car if you want."
"Sure Garret, that would be awesome. Let me get my stuff." I gathered up my bag, shoved some case files into it, and flicked off the lights in the office. "I'm ready...who's staying here tonight?"
Garret looked at his watch. "Nigel's supposed to be, and Peter's here still running some tests."
We both turned when we heard the elevator doors slide open, along with the clicking of nails on the floor. There was Nigel, with a very wet coat, and a very wet bulldog.
"So this is Rudy, huh Nige?" I bent down to pet the dog.
"Yes, this would be him." He looked up at Garret. "I'm not planning on doing this often, but with the thunderstorm and all...I was hoping he could stay in my office."
"Is he housebroken?" Garret reached down to scratch him behind the ears.
"Yes sir, fully potty-trained." He grinned up at Garret. "So...is that a yes?" He said, in reply to Garret's nod.
"Yes, he can stay here, but you clean up any mess that thing makes in my morgue, you understand me?"
"Thanks Garret. And have a good night. You too Jordan." He winked at me, which prompted a look from Garret.
We turned and walked out of the hall, got in the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, he turned to me.
"What was that wink about?" He looked at me, giving me that "fatherly" look he tends to always give.
"That was nothing, just Nigel being Nigel..." I grinned up at him.
"You've been acting alot happier Jordan...care to dish some secrets on your 'bestest girlfriend'?"
I raised an eyebrow, then smiled. "Well, I can tell you one thing...me and Woody...we...you know..." I played around my words, trying to scare him.
"Jordan..." He looked at me, a genuine concerned look in his eyes. "Tell me you didn't..."
"Not that Garret! Not yet at least, but no." I winked at him.
"What then?" He smiled at me.
"We realized that we love each other." I leaned my head on his shoulder. "And it's perfect."
"You sure about this Jordan?" He looked down at me.
"Positive." I smiled back, grinning from ear to ear.
He laid his head on top of mine, and whispered "Congratulations." in my ear, then gently hugged me with one arm.
"Thanks Garret." I whispered back.
The elevator doors slid open, and we walked across the lobby, waved goodnight to the security guard by the door, and walked out into the rainy night. He walked with me to my Explorer, then held my bag while I opened the door. I climbed in, he handed my bag to me, and he nodded.
"I'm happy for you Jordan."
"I know you are. Now go home before you get soaked."
"Goodnight Jordan."
"'Night Garret." I started the engine, waved goodbye, then drove out of the parking lot and towards Dad's house. Poor Nige, I thought to myself, stuck in the morgue all night with Peter and a dog... I laughed, then headed for home.
TO BE CONTINUED...
***This was longer (i think), and I know, I know, not much W/J, but I had to get Nigel out of my system. Some people were suprised to see a W/J fic out of me, but heck, I had to throw him in...and I had to give him a bulldog. Had to. More to come later!***
This chapter takes place in a few different places, mainly the morgue, and the streets of Boston.
CHAPTER 5:
~~Nigel~~ Here we go...the cops said that they saw the kid right over here...under those boxes. Now to grab some evidence and show his picture around, and maybe someone will know this kid. I grabbed a pair of gloves out of the bag, took one look at the darkening sky overhead, and gently lifted the boxes off the asphalt. There were no visible signs of struggle on the ground, and there was nothing that would suggest the boy had been killed in the alley. I took some photos anyways, just to be sure, and then packed the camera up. I didn't want it getting wet in the rain, since it was now sprinkling. I grabbed the pictures that I had taken of the boy and started walking down the street, asking everyone that I had come across if they knew who he was. All I got was the typical: "Nope, Sorry, I have no idea, That's a shame, Good luck on finding him..." the general answers that weren't going to help. I went into the cigar and smoke shop next to the alley, and it was empty except for a middle aged man who was sitting at the counter, rolling cigarettes. I walked up to him and laid the picture on the counter.
"Have you ever seen this kid?" I pushed it towards him.
He studied it for a moment. "I can't say that I have. I don't get business from kids, and the parent's rarely bring kids in here. No good for their health, they say." He pushed the picture back to me.
"He was found dead in the alley behind your shop last night. Did you notice anything weird going on last night?"
"Besides the normal drunks and druggies roving the streets?" He laughed. "I don't bother to look outside anymore, I'm usually pretty damn busy nights. Lots of buyers stop in after most of the bars close down."
"If you remember anything," I scribbled my number to my office on a scrap of paper. "Call me and leave a message alright mate?"
He took the paper and nodded. "I will."
Just then, a group of a few guys walked in and leaned on the counter. "Hey Matt--roll us up some fresh ones...we're going out tonight!"
I grabbed the picture and handed it to one of the guys. "Any of you ever seen this kid around here?"
They passed the picture around, and all shook their heads. "Nope, sorry man. Never seen him before in my life." One of them handed it back to me with a slight grin on his face. "Good Luck on finding out who he is."
I took the picture back from him and turned to leave. "Thanks." As I walked out the door, I heard them all laughing. Stupid jerks, can't be bothered with the poor little bloke that they probably saw get dumped in that alley... I grabbed my keys and pulled myself into my truck, just as it started to rain. A huge clap of thunder shook the sky, and it started to absolutely pour. I thought to myself: I've gotta go back to my apartment and get Rudy...poor little guy's probably scared to death!
I drove silently back to my apartment and ran into the building, up the 5 flights of stairs, and I had to fight to get the key into the lock. I opened the door, and shut it behind me quickly. I didn't want him to escape out of the door. I slowly walked from room to room, calling his name. I found him under a pile of my old scrubs, shaking and whimpering. "Come here buddy..." I sat on the floor and held out my arms, and Rudy proceeded to crawl across the floor and into my lap, where I was smothered by kisses. And these were bulldog kisses...where they snort while licking you...but it was okay. Another clap of thunder sent him flying back under the pile and more whimpering and shaking ensued. "It's alright Rudy, it's only thunder...I pulled him out from under the pile, then reached up to my table and grabbed his harness off it, then put it on him. "You've gotta come to work with me tonight...I've gotta pull a double shift." I looked up at the clock and sighed. I had enough time to change into some dry clothes, then I had to get back to work. I pulled off all the wet stuff I had on, threw it in a pile on the bathroom floor, and put on dry scrubs, shoes, and grabbed a couple Cokes out of the fridge. I was gonna need them to stay awake tonight! I clipped Rudy to his leash, grabbed a bag full of chew toys, food, a bowl, and a few pairs of the old scrubs he had been hiding under and walked out of the door, down the stairs, and out into the rain. I didn't get very far though, I had to pick up Rudy and carry him across the puddles. I guess bulldogs don't like water... I jumped in my truck, and took off towards the morgue. Hopefully Garret won't mind this too much...
~~Jordan~~ Thank God, time to get out of here and get home...I hate when it rains. I wish I was with Woody right now...asleep in his arms...
"Jordan?" Garret stepped into my office, and my daydream.
"Yeah boss?" I grinned up at him.
"You leaving anytime soon?"
"In a few minutes, after I turn off my computer...why?"
"Because I'm about to leave, and I'll walk with you out to your car if you want."
"Sure Garret, that would be awesome. Let me get my stuff." I gathered up my bag, shoved some case files into it, and flicked off the lights in the office. "I'm ready...who's staying here tonight?"
Garret looked at his watch. "Nigel's supposed to be, and Peter's here still running some tests."
We both turned when we heard the elevator doors slide open, along with the clicking of nails on the floor. There was Nigel, with a very wet coat, and a very wet bulldog.
"So this is Rudy, huh Nige?" I bent down to pet the dog.
"Yes, this would be him." He looked up at Garret. "I'm not planning on doing this often, but with the thunderstorm and all...I was hoping he could stay in my office."
"Is he housebroken?" Garret reached down to scratch him behind the ears.
"Yes sir, fully potty-trained." He grinned up at Garret. "So...is that a yes?" He said, in reply to Garret's nod.
"Yes, he can stay here, but you clean up any mess that thing makes in my morgue, you understand me?"
"Thanks Garret. And have a good night. You too Jordan." He winked at me, which prompted a look from Garret.
We turned and walked out of the hall, got in the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, he turned to me.
"What was that wink about?" He looked at me, giving me that "fatherly" look he tends to always give.
"That was nothing, just Nigel being Nigel..." I grinned up at him.
"You've been acting alot happier Jordan...care to dish some secrets on your 'bestest girlfriend'?"
I raised an eyebrow, then smiled. "Well, I can tell you one thing...me and Woody...we...you know..." I played around my words, trying to scare him.
"Jordan..." He looked at me, a genuine concerned look in his eyes. "Tell me you didn't..."
"Not that Garret! Not yet at least, but no." I winked at him.
"What then?" He smiled at me.
"We realized that we love each other." I leaned my head on his shoulder. "And it's perfect."
"You sure about this Jordan?" He looked down at me.
"Positive." I smiled back, grinning from ear to ear.
He laid his head on top of mine, and whispered "Congratulations." in my ear, then gently hugged me with one arm.
"Thanks Garret." I whispered back.
The elevator doors slid open, and we walked across the lobby, waved goodnight to the security guard by the door, and walked out into the rainy night. He walked with me to my Explorer, then held my bag while I opened the door. I climbed in, he handed my bag to me, and he nodded.
"I'm happy for you Jordan."
"I know you are. Now go home before you get soaked."
"Goodnight Jordan."
"'Night Garret." I started the engine, waved goodbye, then drove out of the parking lot and towards Dad's house. Poor Nige, I thought to myself, stuck in the morgue all night with Peter and a dog... I laughed, then headed for home.
TO BE CONTINUED...
***This was longer (i think), and I know, I know, not much W/J, but I had to get Nigel out of my system. Some people were suprised to see a W/J fic out of me, but heck, I had to throw him in...and I had to give him a bulldog. Had to. More to come later!***