A.N. I'm sorry it has taken so long to update. My muse ran away from me for a few days.
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Cry Another Day
-Elisabeth Carmichael-
"Looks like we have some hairs, dyed, most likely female. Root's still intact," Jordan held up a strand of hair before placing it in a container for DNA testing.
"Our killer wasn't so neat after all," Nigel winked. "How much do you wanna wager that the hair belongs to his wife?"
"Oh, look at this, the lacerations around his neck have some red…" she motioned to Nigel as she pointed towards the lacerations. "Does that look like red nail polish to you?"
"Looks like the grieving widow is just an act," he smiled.
"Yeah, open and…" Jordan held her mouth shut and rushed to a trashcan. "Ugh! Ew, not again."
"You alright love?" Nigel snapped off his gloves. "Maybe you should give your doctor a call and see if you can get an allergy shot."
"It's nothing Nige," she wiped her face on a hand kerchief.
"Doctor," he said without room to bargain.
"Alright, I'll go just to please you," she held her hands up in mock surrender with a fake grin across her lips.
She tugged at her scrubs which had become even less flattering as her butt began pushing at the seams to burst open. She emerged file in hand a few minutes later to share her findings with Detective Winslow.
"Jordan," Garret stopped her in the hall, "You look awful. Are you getting enough sleep?"
"I'm fine."
"Look, if you want to take a day or two off, I'll understand. Having a loved one in the hospital is hard on anyone. Your caseload only compounds it."
She put her hands up in defense, "I'm fine Gar. I just need half of tomorrow off for a doctor's appointment. It's not like I'm Woody's family or anything."
His eyes widened, "I'm not getting into that with you right now," he looked slightly exasperated, "You do know that yearly physicals aren't due for another, well, a while, don't you?"
"Nige is worried about my reaction to that new stuff."
"Alright, take the whole day and spend extra time with Woody. He may not be family, but he is the closest thing you have."
She gave him a wan smile, "Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"Dr. Cavanaugh," the nurse at her gynecologist's office led her out of the waiting room, "Right this way."
Jordan put a copy of People Magazine on the table and headed back, putting on an amazingly embarrassing gown and sitting back in the exam chair.
There was a knock on the door which Jordan acknowledged with a "Come in."
"Hi Jordan, so what brings you here today?" the doctor flipped up her chart, "Possible allergic reaction?"
"Yeah. It's nothing really, but my coworkers…" she said in a half daze.
"Is everything okay?" the doctor asked as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves.
"I haven't gotten much sleep lately."
"Do you need a prescription for sleeping pills?"
"No…there just isn't time to sleep," Jordan said in an attempt to be witty.
"I need to give you a full workup, but you really need to cut back and get some sleep. It isn't healthy for you."
The doctor carefully placed her hands on the tops of Jordan's breast and began pushing lightly, "Your breasts are swollen, but that could be from your attack described in your charts." Her hands moved towards Jordan's abdomen, "Has this attack made it difficult to exercise regularly?"
Jordan's mouth was open in a slight but pronounced oh, her eyes full of shock, "No, I haven't gotten out much because of work, but I still eat as healthy as always."
The doctor grinned slightly, "Okay. When did you last have sex?"
Jordan stared at her perplexed for a moment, "Uh, three…three and half years ago at least."
The doctor stared Jordan intently in the eyes, "Well, I'm going to wait on your labs. If it doesn't show any anomalies I'll recommend you to an allergist, but it could be temporary, a combination of lack of sleep, possibly alcohol, could be causing you to have an adverse reaction."