The flight to Washington D.C. was quiet. Mostly due to the fact that there was hardly anyone on board. About thirteen people, including Jordan and Drew, dotted the airplanes interior. The flight took longer than expected since they were grounded in Boston, an entire hour, until the pilots got the go ahead from the tower. A snow storm was moving in and they didn't want to take any chances. Once they did land, it was nearing midnight.
Jordan clutched her carry-on bag for dear life as she left Drew steer her through the airport. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl into a nice warm bed. "Where are we going?" She mumbled as she climbed into the black F-150 truck that was parked in the airport extended leave parking lot.
Drew climbed into the drivers side and drove away from the airport. "My apartment." He weaved his way in and out of traffic. "Unless you want to stay at a hotel?" He questioned, glancing over at her.
Blinking, she shook her head. "No. Your apartment will be fine." Jordan gave him a tired smile. "When do I get to meet this Director Stevens?" She turned her attention to the window and watched the passing scenery. She hadn't been to Washington D.C. since she was a kid. Her dad had insisted on taking her one summer when she was fifteen. After she got there, she never wanted to leave. It was so beautiful and amazing. Nothing like Boston.
"Tomorrow." Was Drew's only reply as he took the exit ramp into the city. Even at midnight, the city was booming. And after thirty minutes on the road, he finally turned into an underground parking garage. "Home sweet home." He mumbled as he parked and turned off the engine. He exited the car and pulled his jacket tighter. It was cold, even inside the parking garage. "This way." He lead her towards the elevators and pushed up. When the doors opened he stepped inside and pushed the six button. He glanced over at Jordan who looked like death warmed over. "You can take the bed. The couch will suit me just fine tonight." He gave her a brief smile and stepped out of the elevator and started down the hallway. He pulled out his key and unlocked the door that had a sixty two on it. Once inside, he flipped on the light switch. "Make yourself at home." He disappeared into the bathroom.
Jordan followed him, silently. Her head was still spinning from everything that had happened. She just nodded to all his statements and sunk into a nearby couch. It was black leather. Very manly. She smiled. The whole apartment screamed Drew Haley. From what she looked at, that is. Which wasn't much. The living room, which was where she was, had the black leather couch and a matching recliner chair. Several book cases lined one wall while the other housed a TV and stereo. The walls were painted a cream color that matched the carpet on the floor. The two large windows were covered by tan curtains and vertical blinds. A few paintings hung on the wall that Jordan could tell were expensive by the odd pictures depicted. Two glass end tables sat on each end of the couch and both had lamps sitting on them. It was a nice living room. She could only imagine what the rest of the apartment looked like. She could feel her eyes getting heavy and soon she was dozing.
Drew took his time in the bathroom. He showered, quickly, then changed into more comfortable clothes. A plain white tee-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms made up the outfit. So once he exited the bathroom, he wasn't surprised to see Jordan sleeping on the couch. He just watched her for a few seconds, drinking in her appearance. Shaking his head, he padded over to the couch and kneeled down in front of her. "Jordan...The bed would be more comfortable." He whispered as he brushed a stray curl out of her face. He stood, pulling her up with him. He then lead her to the bedroom, where he discarded her coat and shoes before helping her slid between the sheets. He then shuffled around the room, gathering up the things he needed to sleep on the couch.
She felt herself walking but was too tired to protest. Jordan snuggled under the covers and breathed in deep. They smelled like Drew and that made her smile. She could hear him moving around and cracked one blood shot eye open to watch him. "You don't have to sleep on the couch." She mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep. "We've shared a bed before." Again, she mumbled before sleep, fully, claimed her.
He froze hearing her words then chuckled, softly. "Ya. You're right. We are both adults." He added before sliding under the covers with her. He smiled when she snuggled against his side. Drew had missed Jordan, not that he'd admit that to anyone, except her. That one night that they spent together, just sleeping, had burned itself into his memory. He never felt this way about anyone. Well, except his wife. He frowned, briefly, at the thought of his wife before pushing her to the back of his mind. He couldn't think about her. Not now. Now he wanted to think about the woman sharing the bed with him. The woman that had captured his heart more than four years ago. He did have all intentions on taking his vacation in Boston so when his boss suggested that, he didn't refuse or argue. He just wished he could have enjoyed his time off with her instead of having to drag her to Washington D.C. for God knows what reason. He had no idea of Director Stevens intentions or why he wanted to see Jordan. All he was told was that he was impressed with what he read about her on the Digger case. And that meeting her was a must. Drew just hoped that whatever the reason, it was over with tomorrow. So that he could spend sometime with Jordan. Soon, he joined his companion in sleep.