Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm not associated with Crossing Jordan in any way shape or form. Don't Sue.

Author Notes: Well, I liked Revealed the best out of all the episodes I've seen so far, but I always thought, well what if things didn't wrap up so nicely in the end? And Since I'm a sucker for plot bunnies and making my favorite character suffer (So sorry Nigel) This is the result.

Thanks to everyone who reveiwed the first chapter! I hope you like this one as well.

Chapter 2: Hurt Like a Bugger

Nigel slept peacefully now. He's wrist had been wrapped, and the cuts on his neck had been cleaned. Jordan sat in the chair by his bed, the others had been in and out over the course of the day, but she had been hard to move. Garret had stayed until he was called away, and Bug had gone to tend to Nigels animals for him. A hand curled around her shoulder, and she saw Det. Woody Hoyt. A look of great remorse on his face.

"How is he?" He asked quietly. Woody had always been fond of Nigel, he was funny and he was good at what he did, very reliable, Woody felt somewhat responsible for the condition the british man was in.

"He lost a lot of blood." Jordan replied. Woody didn't reply, his gaze was transfixed past her, and when she turned her head, she found herself caught in Nigel's groggy gaze.

"Hey, Nigel, how you feeling?" She asked softly. He looked at her vaguly confused.

"I had hoped that was all just an odd dream Love." He replied. He looked past her to Woody. "Well, I wasn't completely wrong. He was dangerous."

"You think you could tell me what happened?" Woody asked gently.

"Aren't you a homicide detective?" Nigel quipped.

"This was attempted, and it's a personal intrest." Nigel raised an eyebrow and shifted uneasily.

"I was in my office, I didn't bother to turn on the light, I wasn't going to be there to much longer. I heard something, and at first I thought it was Buggles, just having a go at me, but it wasn't."

"Who was it Nigel?" Jordan pressed gently.

"Frank Jones. He was dangerous I guess. Pinned me down, dug his knee's into my ribs and left shoulder. He told me that siring people never got old. I brought my right arm up to keep him off my throat, and he surprised me by sinking his teeth into it." He shuddered, as he motioned to the cuts on his neck. "He said these were to remember him by until next time." Woody cursed quietly under his breath.

"Don't worry, we'll catch him, there sure as hell won't be a next time." Woody said, watching as Jordan began fussing over the tall englishman. She smoothed back his hair, and he tried to smile reassuringly at her. He looked exhausted, and in pain.

"Hurt like a bugger it did." Nigel mumbled. "Never been bit by a person before, I bet he gave me rabies." He tried to joke.

"You lost a lot of blood Nige, maybe you should rest?" Jordan said uneasily hoovering beside him. Nigel yawned in response. "I'll call the others, they've been in and out all day." She smiled at him, before hurrying away. Woody turned his attention to Nigel.

"I had no idea he'd turn violent." Woody apologized. "Didnt know he'd go after you, figured he'd leave you and Garret pretty much alone."

"I thought it was him." Nigel frowned. "I...I guess he knew I was the one egging you on. Wanted payback for being accused." Nigel absently rubbed his wrist.

"Why don't you rest." Woody repeated Jordan's earlier statement. "We're going to get on this right away, and since you made the ID on the guy, we're gonna start building a case. There won't be a next time Nigel, I promise."

"No worries." Nigel replied, letting out a splitting yawn.

"Sleep." Woody commanded as he was leaving the room, Nigel was asleep before the door shut.

Nigel was released from the hospital the next day. Despite the offer for a few days off, he returned to work immediately. He moved around his office and saw, the blood had been cleaned and his things had been straightened. He looked up as someone entered the room, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Bug." He greeted, nearly sighing with relief. The other man seemed hesitant before speaking.

"If you need anything, I'll be around ok?" He offered. Nigel had gotten offers out the wazoo to come to them if he needed help, but somehow he didn't feel irritated that Bug had offered as well. It was a rare lapse of his normal demenor, and concern shown through.

"Thanks." He replied easily, not betraying anything. "I appreciate that." Bug nodded and hurried out of the room. Nigel smiled to himself and moved into the hall. Woody hurried up to him, Garret and Peter in tow.

"Nigel, Frank Jones is gone...He just vanished,but... your apartment has been broken into..."

"Is my cat ok?" Nigel asked absently. Woody blinked in surprise, and then frowned at the blank expression on Nigel's face.

"Yes, your cats fine." Garret assured.

"We believe it was Jones, we don't want you going to your apartment tonight."

"But.."

"No but's Nigel." Woody broke in. "He already knows where you work, and now he knows where you live."

"He can stay with me." Peter offered.

"No." Nigel broke in.

"Nigel...I know you don't want to leave your apartment but-" Woody began, but Nigel broke in.

"No, because then he'll know where Peter lives. It's bad enough I'm messing with it, I'm not dragging anyone else into it." Nigel shook his head. "I'm working a double tonight anyway."

"We want to assign an officer to watch after you." Woody said. Nigel opened his mouth to protest, but Garret cut him off.

"It's a good idea Nigel." He said in his most no nonsense voice, he frowned when Nigel schooled his features into neutral.

"Fine." Nigel said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some tests to run." He turned on his heel, and hurried down the hall, Peter following quickly behind.

"That was easy....." Woody said, slightly surprised. "I was expecting a big up roar."

"Not normal behavior." Garret agreed. "He'll comply, I think he's spooked over what happened and trying to hide it." Woody nodded.

"I admit, when it came down Nigel had been attacked, the last thing that crossed my mind was he'd been bitten by some whack job who thinks he's a vampire." Garret gave him a slightly odd glance, but turned his face in the direction Nigel had left.

"When does the officer start?"

"As soon as I go get him." Woody replied, as he headed towards the elevators."Make sure he's not alone." He called over his shoulder.