Chapter 5

It had been three weeks since Woody and Hannah had been united. He could already see the Hoyt in her, the courage and bravery. These were his qualities, and Woody was happy to see her exhibit them. He had not yet confessed to the rest of his friends that he had a daughter, though. For now, he wanted her all to his own. They were still learning so much about each other, and he knew they wouldn't been done soon. They had crammed a lifetime worth of memories into only a few short weeks, and both he and Hannah knew that there was so much more to share. It was Saturday, and they planned to spend the whole day together.

"Are you almost ready?" Woody yelled from the kitchen.

"Hold your horses. I'll be out in a minute," said Hannah. She was in the bathroom putting her hair up into a ponytail. She knew he was impatient, and only laughed when she heard him groan at her response. She was so grateful for the time she had spent with Woody. She had wondered several times why her mother had wanted to keep him a secret from her. He was a wonderful man, and she only wished she had found him sooner.

"I'm ready," she said as she emerged from the bathroom.

"About time," he replied. He did not want to be late. Woody had the entire day planned and wanted to get started as soon as possible.

"So...where are we going?" Hannah asked excitedly.

"Well, first I thought we could grab some breakfast. Is that okay?" he asked her.

"Yeah. It sounds great," she replied, as she grabbed her book bag. Woody grabbed his keys off the table, and followed Hannah out the door. He drove to a diner, just a short distance from his apartment. As they arrived, they both were hungry, and were happy as they approached the establishment to find it was not busy. They walked in and seated themselves at a booth. They sat in silence for a few moments, before anyone spoke.

"So, what's your greatest fear?" inquired Hannah.

"Well, I'd have to say getting shot," he replied.

"As a police officer sure. I bet that's probably every officer's fear. I meant as an individual. The thing that would devastate you if you actually found out were true," said Hannah.

Woody pondered this question as the waitress took their order. He wasn't sure if he had ever been asked this question before. Sure he had fears. Plenty of them, in fact.

"I think my fear is that...if my father were still alive, he wouldn't be proud of the man I am today. I mean, I would always try to please him, even when I was just a kid. I mean I know I failed with Cal, but still..." replied Woody. His voice trailed off.

"What is your fear?" he said, so he could stop thinking about his answer.

"I think my fear is that I will be a disappointment. I mean, people are disappointments. I know that, I get that. But what if you wake up one morning and realize that you're the disappointment?" she replied, her eyes staring at him for an answer.

"You're not a disappointment. I have only known you a short while, and I can see that you're not." said Woody.

"I know. But, when someone says that they're mad at me, I can deal with that. But when they say that they're disappointed in me, it's hard to not be sad, because you disappointed them, you let them down, and you can see it in their face. It breaks my heart," Hannah replied.

"I know what you mean," he said honestly. She smiled at him.

"So what are we going to do today?" asked Hannah, shaking off the serious tone in her voice.

"Well, I'd thought we'd go see the Sox's at Fenway," replied Woody.

"Cool. I have always wanted to go to a baseball game," she said, as the waitress arrived at the table with their food. They ate without really saying much, but thinking over their previous conversation. Within fifteen minutes, they finished their food, paid, and left the restaurant. On their way out, Woody ran into Seely.

"Where have you been at?" he asked in an angry tone.

"I was eating," Woody replied.

"Well, we're fifteen minutes late," said Matt.

"For what?" Woody asked.

"We have that stake out today. Don't you remember?" replied Matt.

"No, on account of you never told me," said Woody.

"Yeah, I did. But that doesn't matter right now. We have to go," said Matt turning to leave. Woody turned to Hannah. He didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry. I guess I have to go. It's for a really important case. If it wasn't, I would tell Seely to get lost," said Woody.

"That's okay," Hannah replied sadly.

Woody sensed the disappointment in her voice. He didn't want her to have to spend the day alone on his account. "I want you to go to the morgue, and hang out with Jordan for the day," he told her.

"Can I do that? Won't I interfere with her job?" asked Hannah.

"What, Jordan? No, I go there all the time. She'll like having you as company. I would give you a ride, but I have to go. Can you find it alright?" he said.

"Yeah, I've been there before," she replied.

"Right. Sorry. I'll let her know that you're coming. I'll come by to get you when I'm finished," said Woody. He turned around and got into the car with Seely. Hannah waved to him as he vanished out of sight. She was sad that she wouldn't be able to spend the day with Woody, but understood that he needed to do his job. She walked to the morgue by foot. When she arrived, she wondered if it were even open yet.

"Hey," said Jordan. She had just arrived when Hannah had.

"Hi," she replied. "Woody sent me over here. He had some police business."

"I know. I got his message. We are going to have a fun day, though. You can help me," said Jordan.

"I can hardly wait," Hannah replied as she and Jordan entered the building.

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Hannah had been at the morgue for the entire day. It was going to be turning 5:00 soon, and she wondered whether Woody would be coming back. She had helped Jordan with various things around the office, and no one had really noticed her presence.

"Can I go to the restroom?" Hannah asked Jordan, as they sat in her office.

"Sure thing. It's down the hall and to your right," she replied.

Hannah walked out into the hallway, and bumped into Nigel and Bug, causing them to drop some papers.

"I am so sorry," she said as she bent down to gather the papers.

"That's okay. Who are you anyway? Are you a friend of Jordan's?" Nigel asked, since he saw Hannah coming out of her office.

"You don't know who I am?" she asked, surprised.

"I don't think we do," replied Bug.

"Woody didn't tell you about me? I'm his daughter," Hannah said.

"His what?" Nigel asked surprised.

"His daughter. He never told you?" she asked again.

"No. He never mentioned it. How long have you been here?" said Bug.

"About three weeks. I can't believe he never told you!" Hannah said angrily. "Aren't you his friends?" She recognized them from a picture he had showed her.

"Yeah, we're his friends," replied Nigel.

"What's going on?" asked Jordan, as she emerged from her office after hearing the ruckus in the hall.

Hannah stood there shocked that Woody had kept her a secret. She was furious at him. She shoved the papers at Nigel and ran out of the morgue, and down the street. She didn't stop running despite Jordan's pleas that she come back.

"Oh great," said Jordan, as she returned inside the morgue. "What am I going to tell Woody?"

"Just tell him the truth," replied Bug.

"What is exactly is that?" Jordan asked.

"That you lost his daugther," said Bug smiling, as he walked away.

"It's not funny,"yelled Jordan after him. She flipped open her cell phone and dialed Woody's number. She just hopedhe wouldn't kill her.