***Sorry last chapter was so short, I got beaten off my computer by a very
annoying little sister, and I had to go. Here's chapter 11!***
CHAPTER 11:
((Right after 10, same time, same place.))
~~Garret~~ Dammit! She's got that look again...I know that has to be what Max was talking about. I need to get ahold of him. He needs to get down here right away.
"Nigel, I need you to stay here with Jordan. I need to go call Max." I lifted Jordan's chin again, but she wouldn't make eye contact with me. "Jordan, I'm gonna call your Dad and have him come down here to get you alright?" I slowly stood up, and pulled Jordan to her feet as well. "Nigel?"
"Yes Garret?"
"Take Jordan into my office, have her sit down somewhere, and stay with her. You don't have to get her to talk, just sit with her, okay?"
"Sure thing." He gently put his arm over Jordan's shoulder, and led her out of the room and towards my office.
"Peter? Could you come back in here please?" I leaned my head out the door and looked at him.
"Yes Dr. Macy?" He had a file in his hand.
"Cover up Woody's body please, I'll be back in to autopsy it as soon as Max gets down here to get Jordan."
"Dr. Macy, is Jordan going to be alright?" He looked at me anxiously.
"Emotionally, not for a long time. But physically, she'll be fine." I paused and looked towards my office. "She's gonna be hurting for a while...a long while..."
"Okay. I'll cover the body for you now." He turned and walked into the exam room, and I turned and headed for the phone on Lily's desk.
I picked it up and dialed the number for the Pogue, which for some reason I knew off the top of my head. I heard Max pick up on the other end of the line, so I swallowed hard and spoke.
"Hi Max. It's Garret."
"Hi Garret. What's up?"
"I'm calling about Jordan...have you seen the news yet today?" I nervously tapped a pen on the countertop.
"No, I've been showing the game all day...is Jordan in trouble?" His voice immediately fell.
"Well, not her specifically, but...I don't know how to say this Max..."
"What happened Garret? Is she hurt?"
"Woody's dead Max."
It was silent for several seconds. "You're kidding right?" He was in shock, like I had been only an hour ago.
"I wish I was. Something went wrong with a sting they were running and..."
"Oh my God...you're serious." he paused for a minute.
"I was wondering if you could come down here and be with Jordan right now...she's pretty freaked out."
"Is she talking at all?"
"No...I'm afraid not. She's in my office right now, with Nigel. She ran into the exam room before we could stop her...she saw him on the table." I winced when I heard myself say it.
"I'll be right over. I can have the new kid take over for a while."
"Thanks Max. I really hate to bother you with this..."
"Garret, she's my daughter. I need to be there. I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Alright Max. See you in a few." I heard him hang up the phone, so I did the same thing and walked back into my office, where I saw a very shocked Nigel rubbing the side of his jaw.
"Nigel?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"She's still awake enough to give you a good one upside the head if she wants to, Mate." He opened his mouth and wiggled his jaw around. "Damn that stings..."
"She slapped you? Why?"
"I told her I was sorry about Woody, and she just let one fly at me."
"Like you said Nigel...after 12 hours, she won't try and kill us."
"It's gonna be hard living those 12 hours at the rate I'm going at. I'll be unconsious by the afternoon." He looked back at Jordan, who was sitting, unmoving on my couch.
"Max is on his way down right now. He'll probably get here in a half an hour."
"That's a good thing." He looked up at me. "You tell him?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I did. He didn't believe me at first, but after the initial shock, he said he'd be down here."
Nigel nodded, and we waited in silence for Max to arrive. When he did, he slowly walked into the room and sighed when he saw Jordan.
"Oh God...Baby girl..." He sat down on the couch next to her and put one arm around her, and just held her.
"Daddy...Woody..." She looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears again.
"I know sweetheart, I know." He held her closer to him, and she instantly broke down into a sobbing wreck.
Me and Nigel both stood up at the same time and walked out of the office to give them a few minutes to be alone. Nigel walked off towards his office, and I stood in the center of the hallway for a minute, unsure of where to go myself. I need somewhere to think... It was getting dark, and I headed to the roof.
When I got up there, I just stood by the edge, staring out over the city. How can a place so beautiful be so damn hard to live in? I placed my arms on the edge of the wall and leaned on it, sighing deeply. I had no idea how I was going to help Jordan with this. I mean, I had been hurt before, like when Maggie and I split up...but nothing compares to losing someone close to you. Nothing.
I was so absored in my own thoughts that I didn't even here Nigel come up behind me.
"You alright Garret?" He stood up next to me and looked out into the distance. I sat silently for a minute, deciding what to answer him with. "No Nigel, I'm not." Better to be honest.
"Glad to know I've got someone in the same boat that I'm in..." He rested his forehead on the edge of the wall and closed his eyes. "I'm so lost right now Garret..."
I looked over at him. "So am I Nige." I sank down and sat on the rooftop, my back to the wall on the edge. "I have no idea what to do with Jordan...I want to help her get through this, but I don't know how..."
Nigel sat on the ground next to me and nodded. "I don't know either. I don't even know how I'm gonna bring myself to autopsy Woodrow in there." He shook his head to himself. "We're not supposed to do this to our own people Garret..."
"I know Nigel. I'm doubting myself a little. We're professionals, but doing this on someone that we know...and that Jordan's in love with--it's gonna be tough."
He nodded, and we both just sat there, absorbed in thought. I don't know how long we were up there, but I just remember bits and pieces of casual conversation about what we had to do. We had to do an autopsy on Woody. And it wasn't going to be easy.
TO BE CONTINUED:
***Thanks for reading, hope this makes up for the shortness of chapter 10!***
CHAPTER 11:
((Right after 10, same time, same place.))
~~Garret~~ Dammit! She's got that look again...I know that has to be what Max was talking about. I need to get ahold of him. He needs to get down here right away.
"Nigel, I need you to stay here with Jordan. I need to go call Max." I lifted Jordan's chin again, but she wouldn't make eye contact with me. "Jordan, I'm gonna call your Dad and have him come down here to get you alright?" I slowly stood up, and pulled Jordan to her feet as well. "Nigel?"
"Yes Garret?"
"Take Jordan into my office, have her sit down somewhere, and stay with her. You don't have to get her to talk, just sit with her, okay?"
"Sure thing." He gently put his arm over Jordan's shoulder, and led her out of the room and towards my office.
"Peter? Could you come back in here please?" I leaned my head out the door and looked at him.
"Yes Dr. Macy?" He had a file in his hand.
"Cover up Woody's body please, I'll be back in to autopsy it as soon as Max gets down here to get Jordan."
"Dr. Macy, is Jordan going to be alright?" He looked at me anxiously.
"Emotionally, not for a long time. But physically, she'll be fine." I paused and looked towards my office. "She's gonna be hurting for a while...a long while..."
"Okay. I'll cover the body for you now." He turned and walked into the exam room, and I turned and headed for the phone on Lily's desk.
I picked it up and dialed the number for the Pogue, which for some reason I knew off the top of my head. I heard Max pick up on the other end of the line, so I swallowed hard and spoke.
"Hi Max. It's Garret."
"Hi Garret. What's up?"
"I'm calling about Jordan...have you seen the news yet today?" I nervously tapped a pen on the countertop.
"No, I've been showing the game all day...is Jordan in trouble?" His voice immediately fell.
"Well, not her specifically, but...I don't know how to say this Max..."
"What happened Garret? Is she hurt?"
"Woody's dead Max."
It was silent for several seconds. "You're kidding right?" He was in shock, like I had been only an hour ago.
"I wish I was. Something went wrong with a sting they were running and..."
"Oh my God...you're serious." he paused for a minute.
"I was wondering if you could come down here and be with Jordan right now...she's pretty freaked out."
"Is she talking at all?"
"No...I'm afraid not. She's in my office right now, with Nigel. She ran into the exam room before we could stop her...she saw him on the table." I winced when I heard myself say it.
"I'll be right over. I can have the new kid take over for a while."
"Thanks Max. I really hate to bother you with this..."
"Garret, she's my daughter. I need to be there. I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Alright Max. See you in a few." I heard him hang up the phone, so I did the same thing and walked back into my office, where I saw a very shocked Nigel rubbing the side of his jaw.
"Nigel?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"She's still awake enough to give you a good one upside the head if she wants to, Mate." He opened his mouth and wiggled his jaw around. "Damn that stings..."
"She slapped you? Why?"
"I told her I was sorry about Woody, and she just let one fly at me."
"Like you said Nigel...after 12 hours, she won't try and kill us."
"It's gonna be hard living those 12 hours at the rate I'm going at. I'll be unconsious by the afternoon." He looked back at Jordan, who was sitting, unmoving on my couch.
"Max is on his way down right now. He'll probably get here in a half an hour."
"That's a good thing." He looked up at me. "You tell him?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I did. He didn't believe me at first, but after the initial shock, he said he'd be down here."
Nigel nodded, and we waited in silence for Max to arrive. When he did, he slowly walked into the room and sighed when he saw Jordan.
"Oh God...Baby girl..." He sat down on the couch next to her and put one arm around her, and just held her.
"Daddy...Woody..." She looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears again.
"I know sweetheart, I know." He held her closer to him, and she instantly broke down into a sobbing wreck.
Me and Nigel both stood up at the same time and walked out of the office to give them a few minutes to be alone. Nigel walked off towards his office, and I stood in the center of the hallway for a minute, unsure of where to go myself. I need somewhere to think... It was getting dark, and I headed to the roof.
When I got up there, I just stood by the edge, staring out over the city. How can a place so beautiful be so damn hard to live in? I placed my arms on the edge of the wall and leaned on it, sighing deeply. I had no idea how I was going to help Jordan with this. I mean, I had been hurt before, like when Maggie and I split up...but nothing compares to losing someone close to you. Nothing.
I was so absored in my own thoughts that I didn't even here Nigel come up behind me.
"You alright Garret?" He stood up next to me and looked out into the distance. I sat silently for a minute, deciding what to answer him with. "No Nigel, I'm not." Better to be honest.
"Glad to know I've got someone in the same boat that I'm in..." He rested his forehead on the edge of the wall and closed his eyes. "I'm so lost right now Garret..."
I looked over at him. "So am I Nige." I sank down and sat on the rooftop, my back to the wall on the edge. "I have no idea what to do with Jordan...I want to help her get through this, but I don't know how..."
Nigel sat on the ground next to me and nodded. "I don't know either. I don't even know how I'm gonna bring myself to autopsy Woodrow in there." He shook his head to himself. "We're not supposed to do this to our own people Garret..."
"I know Nigel. I'm doubting myself a little. We're professionals, but doing this on someone that we know...and that Jordan's in love with--it's gonna be tough."
He nodded, and we both just sat there, absorbed in thought. I don't know how long we were up there, but I just remember bits and pieces of casual conversation about what we had to do. We had to do an autopsy on Woody. And it wasn't going to be easy.
TO BE CONTINUED:
***Thanks for reading, hope this makes up for the shortness of chapter 10!***