Woody was driving on his way to the morgue when he got Jordan's phone call that said Hannah had left the morgue, and that she was upset. He arrived five minutes later, and was angry. Jordan was standing out in the hallway the moment Woody arrived. She hoped Hannah was safe because if anything had happened to her, she would blame herself.
"What exactly happened?" asked Woody as he came toward her. "And I swear to God if you lie to me, I will kill you with a plastic fork!" (LOL)
"Why not a metal one?" she asked.
"Jordan!" he yelled.
"Okay, okay. I was in my office when it happened. She had excused herself to go to the bathroom. But, according to Bug and Nigel, she ran into them in the hallway and knocked some papers out their hands. Nigel asked who she was. She said she was your daughter, and they were surprised, and acted that way. Hannah found out that you hadn't told everybody, got angry, and sprinted out of the office. I tried to go after her, but it's rather hard to run in heels. I yelled for her to come back, but she was gone," replied Jordan.
"Oh great. That's just great!" he said.
"I wouldn't have let her go to the bathroom if I knew that this would happen," said Jordan.
"Jordan, this is no time for jokes. I have to find her. I just have to find her," said Woody.
"Who's joking?" she asked. "You know this wouldn't have happened if you had just told your friends. This whole thing probably made her think that you were ashamed of her. Hiding the truth only keeps people apart Woody," replied Jordan.
"I can't believe I let this happen. I should have told them. I just wanted to get to know her better, before I shared her with anyone else. I know that sounds selfish but---," said Woody.
"Woody, you can't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault," she paused. "Did you ever think that this was meant to happen?"
"What? Jordan, what are you talking about?" he asked.
"Well, maybe you were destined to have this fight. It may be fate's way of bringing you two closer together," she replied.
"That's a weird explanation, even for you Jordan," said Woody.
"I'm sorry. That's the best I got," she said.
"I have to go. I need to find her," said Woody, as he turned around to leave.
"Hey Woody," said Jordan.
"Yeah?" he replied, turning around.
"Don't worry. You'll find her," she said.
"Thanks, Jordan. I'll call you later," replied Woody as he left the morgue.
Once outside, he walked at a brisk pace, calling her name. He kept thinking he should have never left her this morning. Woody had no clue where to look for her. It was almost dark, and there were some many places in Boston where she could be by now.
"Hannah. HANNAH!" yelled Woody from the sidewalk.
"Who are you looking for?" asked a barkeep, who had wondered outside when he heard Woody yelling.
"My daughter. She has shoulder length brown hair, bright blue eyes, and is about yay high," he said as he held his hand up to his chest. "Have you seen her? She was probably running."
"Yeah. I saw a girl with that description run by here about fifteen minutes ago," he replied. "She was going that way." He pointed to his right.
"Thanks sir," said Woody, as he started jogging the direction the man had pointed.
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Woody had been looking for an hour. He had been to all the places he had taken her in the past three weeks. She wasn't anywhere, and he was beginning to give up hope that he would find her. His cell phone rang, and he grabbed it hastily from his pocket hoping it would be Hannah.
"Hoyt," he said as he answered his phone.
"Hey Woody. It's Jordan," said Jordan.
"Oh. Hey," he replied disappointed.
"I take it you haven't found her yet," she said. She had heard the disappointment in his voice when he had answered.
"Yeah," he replied. "I've looked everywhere. I don't know where else she could be."
"I have an idea. Why don't we go over to your house and map out everywhere that she could be that you haven't thought of?" asked Jordan.
"I guess we could do that. I have a feeling that I won't find Hannah until she wants to be found," said Woody.
"I'll be over in five minutes," said Jordan as she hung up her phone. She knew how much Hannah meant to him and vowed to help find her, even if it took all night.
Woody went back to the morgue, and got in his car. He hadn't taken it before when looking for her because he thought he might be able to keep up with her better on foot. It hadn't worked like he'd planned, though. He drove to his apartment silently. This was easily one of the most horrible experiences of his life.
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Woody arrived back at his apartment and found Jordan there with Lily, Garrett, Nigel, and Bug.
"What are you all doing here?" he asked surprised.
"We thought we'd go look for her and you could stay here by the phone if she called or even came back," replied Jordan.
"We'll do anything to help you find her," said Lily kindly.
"Yeah, what she said," Nigel put in.
"Thanks guys," replied Woody.
"Okay. Nigel and Bug, you guys take downtown, and Lily and I will search the areas surrounding the morgue, precinct, and any restaurants," said Garrett.
"What about me?" asked Jordan.
"Jordan, I want you to check any and all teen hangouts and the ER," replied Garrett.
"Gotcha," she said. The others turned and left to go do their assignments. Jordan stayed back. She wanted to make sure Woody was okay before leaving him.
"How are you holding up?" she asked him as soon as she was sure the others had left.
"Not well," replied Woody.
"Don't worry. We WILL find her," said Jordan with determination. She turned to leave but Woody kept talking.
"I don't know if I can do this Jordan. I mean I know she is my flesh and blood, but---," said Woody.
"You can do this Woody. Where there is a will, there is a way," Jordan replied.
"Sometimes I wish this hadn't happened. I mean it's so much responsibility. Don't get me wrong, I mean I care about her so much, but it's so hard. Maybe that's why I hadn't told anybody. Maybe I thought that she would go away," said Woody sadly.
"No Woody. That's not true. I know you. I mean, sure it'll be challenging, but I have never seen you give up on anything, and I'm not about to let you give up on your daughter. She needs you, and you need her. You're her saving grace Woody. I saw the way she talked about you today. She is so grateful that she has you," replied Jordan.
"Maybe you're right Jordan. But honestly, I don't know anymore. I really don't," he said. Jordan walked over and gave him a hug.
"We'll find her," said Jordan firmly. She then turned and left. Woody put his head in his hands and stood in his kitchen for a couple of minutes after Jordan had left. His mind was full of emotions. A sound in the corner startled him out of his silence. He walked over into the living room and found Hannah huddled in a corner in the dark. She stared up at him with her tear stained face.
"Hannah?" he asked as he came closer. She stood up and looked at him. Anger was flashing on her face. "Thank God you are okay. I was so worried about you." She walked past him into the kitchen and turned around to face him.
"Save your emotions for somebody who cares," Hannah replied coolly. "I heard what you said to Jordan. And I'm sorry I ruined your life." Her voice was raised and her face was red. All he did was stare at her. Now he was as angry as she was.
"Don't you have something to say to me?" he asked loudly, trying to stay calm, but failing.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Maybe, umm, like you're sorry for making me run all over this city looking for you?" he yelled.
"Yeah right. I am not the one who should be apologizing!" Hannah yelled back. "You know what? I am sorry I cramp your style!" She walked over to the front door and was about to leave. Woody grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. "Let go of me!" she yelled, half screaming. Woody was in a rage. He released her shoulder's from his grasp.
"You're not leaving!" he fired back.
"Watch me!" she said as she opened the door and sprinted down the hall. Woody ran after her. He chased her down stairs.
"STOP! Hannah we need to talk about this. I have to explain myself," he said as they arrived out on the sidewalk.
"Save your breath for someone who cares!" she yelled back at him as she ran out into the street trying to get to the other side before Woody reached her.
"HANNAH! Come back here!" he yelled after her, but it was too late. Hannah was gone into the Boston nightlife.