A/N: THE NEXT CHAPETERS TAKE PLACE WITHIN A FEW DAYS SPAN, BUT THERE IS A LOT OF STORY TO TELL. LET THE FUN BEGIN, HOPE YOU ENJOY. I REALLY DO WISH THAT I OWNED THEM, BUT I DON'T.
CHAPTER 19: BROTHERLY LOVE
Jordan watched as Woody wheeled down the hall of the rehabilitation center. She smiled as she thought about the first time they met. He looked like that again, he had got his hair cut and his face was closely shaven. Then she noticed as he came closer, how round his cheeks were. That sweet farm boy face had been covered up by months of stubble, pain, disappointment, and fear. Things were different now, but as she looked into his beautiful sapphire eyes, Jordan realized that this was still the same person she fell in love with; not his badge, not his legs, Woody, and she was prepared to fight for him.
"Ready?", Jordan asked signing Woody out. "Yeah, I'm ready.", he said pushing his way through the doors. "Thanks for packing up my apartment, I'll send for my stuff once I get settled back home." Home, Woody thought, Boston will always be my home, it's where my heart is. "Well actually, I found someone to stay there.", Jordan laughed. "You found someone to stay there. A stranger in my apartment.", Woody yelled as they made there way from the building. "Well not a stranger, exactly.", she laughed as she nodded toward the parking lot. Woody turned to see Calvin leaning against Jordan's car.Cal felt like he was going to pass out, that thin, frail person is not my superhuman big brother, he thought looking at Woody, but kept the smile plastered on his face. "Surprise.", he stammered. "What the hell are you doing here.", Woody wheeled closer. Cal bent down to gently hug his brother, afraid he might hurt him. Woody pushed him away, surprisingly hard., "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here, Calvin?" "Let's go sit over there.", Jordan nodded to a picnic table, the brothers needed to clear the air.
"So, where have you been the last six months?", Woody asked his brother, angrily. "I was getting my life together.", Cal answered, finding it hard not to stare at his brothers chair. "I gave up some information on the Albanian mob. I got sentenced to six months in a work program at some halfway house, and five years probation. I just want to make you proud, Woody", Cal said, looking down at his hands. "I got a job too. It's in Jordan's building, fifth floor. I deliver medical supplies." Woody was completely shocked, he didn't know what to say at first. "Well you better be on the right track, little brother, because I'm not going to be here to get you out of trouble.", he said sternly. "I can't take care of you anymore, Calvin, I can't even take care of myself.", the last few words were almost a whisper. "Well, let's get going, the party starts in about an hour.", Jordan said as she got up looking at her watch, trying hard to blink back the tears.