"I can't believe that you agreed to do this, Jordan!" Drew huffed once the door to his apartment was closed and they both stood in the living room, facing each other. "Is this really what you want to do? You have friends back in Boston, aren't they going to miss you?" He questioned wanting to make sure that Jordan knew exactly what she was getting herself into by agreeing to be apart of this new program.
Jordan just sighed. This decision hadn't been easy for her to make but she knew it was the right thing to do. She did love her job and friends back in Boston but it was time for a change. Her life was becoming boring and routine. She was overworked and highly stressed. She knew a change was in order before all of this happened. It was either change the way her life was going or prepare for a complete and total meltdown. A meltdown that she knew was just beneath the surface, waiting to erupt. "I don't expect you to understand, Drew. But this is something that I gotta do." She gave him a small, sad, smile. "I'm not sure about that. I mean...about my friends. About them missing me. I bet they won't even notice that I'm gone." She shrugged, trying to hide the hurt that her own words caused. "I need this Drew. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm not going to blow my chance." She laid a hand, gently, on his arm.
Drew stared at her then nodded. "Alright Jordan. If this is really what you want to do...then I'm behind you one hundred percent. It's not going to be easy but if anyone can do this, it's you. And I'm sure that your friends will, indeed, notice that you're gone. Your replacement looks nothing like you so..." He let his sentence trail off, trying to break the uneasy tension that was swirling around them. He still didn't like the idea of Jordan just dropping her life back in Boston but he would accept that this was her choice and she knew what was best for herself.
"Thank you." Came her whispered response. Jordan lead him over to the couch and pushed him towards it until he was forced to sit down. A quick glance at the wall clock confirmed what her stomach was telling her. It was well past lunchtime which meant they hadn't eaten for hours. "Dinner is my treat tonight, what shall we order?"
Blinking, Drew looked up from his sitting position on the couch. "That's not..." His grumbling stomach interrupted him. He gave Jordan a sheepish look. "Menu's are on the stand beside the phone." He mumbled. "Any of those places are fine."
"Ah." The Medical Examiner's sleek form move over to the telephone stand. True to his word, several menus were stacked neatly beside the phone. Each were brightly colored and several had odd looking logo's on the front. Jordan raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow as she turned to look at Drew. "My my, someone clearly doesn't know how to cook." She smiled to take the sting out of her words. Looking down at her selection, she frowned. There was at least three different places that caught her attention but she couldn't decided between them. "Greek, Thai or Italian?" She directed the question towards Drew without looking up from the menus in her hand.
Drew considered his opinions for a few moments before reclining on the couch. "You don't look like a Greek or Thai type of person so lets stick with Italian for now. You have time to slowly widen your food palate. You have to acquire a taste for certain foods before you can dive in and eat them. It'll knock your stomach for a loop and I don't think you want to be sick for your first week for training, do you?"
Jordan considered his answer then nodded. "Alright, I guess we go with Italian." She quickly dialed the number and placed the order. Once she hung up she sighed. "An hour!" She exclaimed. "An hour for delivery! That's just...wrong!" She huffed before flopping down beside him on the couch. "And no, I don't want to be sick for my first week of training." She made air quotes with her fingers around the word training.
This was all so new to her and she had to admit, exciting. She knew even considered being a police officer. Not after seeing the hardship her father went through when she was little. A doctor was always the obvious choice for her since she had this unquenchable thirst to help people. That too stemmed from her childhood and the feeling of being helpless when it came to her mother. Then when that career threatened to swallow her before she even begun...Medical Examiner just kinda fit her. She got to help people without really dealing with people. Well, alive ones that is. But she had a good feeling about this career change. Being an FBI Agent also fit in with her need to help people. It also gave her more freedom to do so. More than being an M.E. ever allowed her.
Concerned eyes watched Jordan as she got a faraway look in her eyes and seemed to go someplace else. Drew just shook his head. Jordan was such a complicated soul. She had so much emotional baggage that he didn't feel so alone anymore. She knew what it was like to lose a loved one and to mourn that loved so much that the only thing you could do was bury the pain. This intern caused the flight or fight response to kick in. And in both their cases, they chose the flight option. Both running from pasts that were always destined to catch up with them one way or another. Soon his eyes took on the same faraway look and he drifted away.