Chapter 6: Confessions part 1

Note: I was going to make dear Oliver Bi-polar but decided against it. Now he's just gonna be good ole' Ollie.

A/N: The story Ollie tells about his girlfriend is going to sound very John Q,

"What about it?" Oliver asked with a long sigh, staring out at the flood of police cars and news crews outside. Something in his eyes reminded Jordan of herself at one time, a hazy, scarred look that lay like a fog over the eyes. She knew somehow, it didn't have to be that way, some part of her learned to let go… especially after Woody took off, she learned the longer she held on, the more she would be hurt in the long run.

The rain fell in a thick mist, bleeding with the blue and red lights outside. Oliver was yelling now, something about how he wanted someone to listen, someone to care… Jordan found herself wishing the same thing a long time ago, but gave up after nothing could be done, no one was listening.

Oliver pointed the gun towards Woody, startling him. "Detective Tanner, wants to talk to you." He said almost begrudgingly. Woody stood slowly, deliberately looking to Jordan; her eyes met his for a split second. He took the bright red phone from Oliver's hands and put the receiver to his ear, pausing a moment before speaking.

"Hello?" he said his voice cracking.

"Hey Slugger." He smiled; Jordan noticed how he used to smile like that when he saw her. The way he smiled you could hear it in his voice, almost over flowing with excitement.

"How you doing Shi?" he asked.

"Listen Woody, he's going to release everyone else except you and Jordan… is that okay?" Woody sighed, looking over at Jordan, he wasn't about to put her life in danger, he couldn't, no matter how bitter the words that came out of his mouth.

"Are you sure that he won't let Jordan out?" he asked skeptically. Shiloh heard the hesitation in his voice.

"Don't be getting any ideas in your head, Wood, we need to get as many people out as possible." She lectured.

"Yes mother." He snapped.

"Woody… Garret Macy and crew are here, they want you to tell Jordan to be safe and careful." He listened a little harder and could hear Garrets voice in the background, he smiled.

"Tell Doc not to worry, we have everything under control." Shiloh sighed.

"Yes sir… be safe."

He paused, collecting himself. "Yeah you too." With that he hung up… Oliver looked at him expectantly. "She said you can keep Jordan and I… just let everyone else go." Jordan looked at Woody, her eyes wide. She thought he had changed. But now, she could see, his eyes were still blue, his smile was the same, he was in fact the same, just sadder somehow.

"Jordan, Garret and the gang want you to know that they're right outside, they want you to be safe." She nodded, tears threatening to fall down her face.

Oliver paced, running his hand threw his hair in thought. After what seemed an eternity he opened the door. They could hear weapons being raised concurrently. Diane swallowed hard, but slowly one by one, they all filed out.

"Good luck…" he said as the last one disappeared into the torrent of noise. Woody lingered, Oliver smiled at Jordan "Get out of here." She looked at Woody and shook her head.

"Jordan, don't be stupid, go." She remembered the last time he told her that.

"Jordan… Jordan, don't be stupid, come home… she killed him, that's it."

All those years of running, to end up here?

"I'm staying." She said, tilting her chin stubbornly. Woody knew from the expression on her face she wasn't budging.

"You sure?" Oliver asked, Sam and Charlie looked at her like she was crazy.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life." She took a step towards Woody and silently kissed his scar, she had to stand on her tip toes to reach his forehead. Woody met her honey eyes and for a fleeting moment, he remembered how they danced, how they used to laugh, they were best friends… all of the years were washed away, he remembered how she used to be, his Jordan.

"Okay people… I need you guys to take a seat… somewhere safe… they're gonna listen now aren't they…" the last fragment of his speech seemed distant, soft, like he was speaking to someone far away.

"Listen to what?" Jordan asked, he went on like he didn't hear a thing.

"Sam, Charlie, find some rope or something to barricade the doors so no one can get in." Sam and Charlie followed his directions… only then did he turn to Jordan and Woody.

"You know." He stooped down to get a better look at Woody and Jordan. "Now that they have one of their own in here… they'll care…"

"What will they care about?" Woody asked knowing it was a loaded question. Oliver smiled, a long far off smile. Jordan noticed how young he was, barely over twenty. His dark hair profuse, and his olive skin even. His dark eyes seemed lifeless and worried. He swallowed hard and smiled.

"They'll give Tatiana what she needs…" his gaze fell to the floor, when he looked up his hands were trembling. "My Girlfriend… she has…um, she has cancer… but she can't pay the money that she needs for the surgery… I've tried everything… I've talked to news crews, sold my house… car…. Nothings working… no one's listening, so I'm gonna… make them listen." Woody felt something go still deep inside of him, he remembered how frail his own mother looked as she was dying… he had no other memories of her, only this sick woman he barely knew, he remembered those memories well though, he forced himself to remember her, if he didn't who would?

Jordan allowed a tear to fall down her face, a rouge tear, Woody found himself wiping it away, She looked at him and to Woody's astonishment she smiled, and sat a little closer to him.

"Your good people…" Oliver said after a long time, "Sorry I got ya'll into this mess."

"I hope your girlfriend gets better Oliver." Jordan said softly, he shook his head fighting off tears. He opened his mouth to say something but Charlie and Sam emerged with two heavy chains.

"Will this work Boss?" Sam asked, holding out a thick, heavy chain. Oliver nodded and got up to help them.

"Miss Cavanaugh, you sure you don't wanna leave… I'm sure your family will want to know your safe." Jordan shook her head obstinately. Woody hugged her a little tighter. Oliver looked out the window, the reflections from the scopes on the snipers guns outside were reflecting off his tan skin.

"It's gonna be a long night." He whispered to no one in particular.