Disclaimer: I wish I owned Crossing Jordan… Oh, the things I could do with that show…
Summary: Just another case that Jordan would do anything to solve…
Author's Note: Yet another story that's been beating my head for a loooooooong time…got the idea after Lost Family but the story evolved right around that time when Oh, Brother Where Art Thou? aired. Always, always, ALWAYS review! Review, review, review…nuff said. subliminal messagingREVIEWsubliminal messaging ENJOY!
Just Another Case
Chapter 1: Allison Kleeman
By: Nimmireth
Paperwork was so annoying. It was tedious and time-consuming, and that's why Jordan hated it so much. She was sitting at her desk, pen in hand, and falling asleep. She wanted to make a break for it; escape the wrath of paperwork and beg Nigel to find some ballistics. She was just about to run when her boss entered the doorway.
"You know, I'm sure you have to write on the paper instead of pretending to use the restroom in order to finish paperwork," he advised.
"Why, Garret, why do you always have to foil my plans of mass destruction?" she wondered jokingly.
"I don't know, maybe it's because you have to finish a month's worth of paperwork," he explained.
"Well, I—" her cell phone began to bleep. "Cavanaugh," she informed her caller. A pause. "O.K. I'll be there in ten minutes," and closed her phone. "That was Woody; there's a dead woman found down at the beach. Woody said that the man who found her called 9-1-1, but she was obviously dead."
"That's always good," said Garret sarcastically.
"Tell me about it," replied Jordan. "I'm going to meet Woody and see what I can find."
"Good luck."
"Thanks, I might need it."
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"Woody! What do we have here?" Jordan called out to the young, attractive detective.
"Another Jane Doe found by the rocks and lots of blood. Need more be said?" Woody questioned the medical examiner. "I need you to look at the body so we know more."
She walked up to the corpse and her eyes became huge. This woman had an enormous skull laceration and plenty of defensive wounds. Her clothes were torn apart and there was blood everywhere. "Well," she began. "At least this girl put up quite a fight…"and listed all of the injuries found on this Jane Doe. Jordan lifted up the girl's light blue sweatshirt began to empty the pockets. Conveniently, the first thing she pulled out was the girl's wallet. "Woody! Woody, I found her wallet!" she told the cop, who leaned over her shoulder to see who their Jane Doe was. Jordan flipped through the many pictures of this girl with her friends and family, even a picture from her wedding; but the last picture could've killed her. That same girl was in a hospital bed next to her husband. She was holding a newborn baby girl.
"Oh my god," Woody whispered. "She had a kid."
Jordan began to get really angry. "I'm going to find the guy who killed her; make no mistake, I will find him."
"Calm down, Jordan, we still don't even know who she is yet," he told her, taking the wallet and pulling out the girl's driver's license. "Allison Cristina Kleeman, born May 2nd, 1979; she was only 26 years old."
"Had a husband and a child. Who would take someone's life like that?"
"My guess is that that's a rhetorical question," Woody implied.
She ignored his comment. "Let's see what we what we can do for her at the morgue; try and find out who killed her."
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"Please tell me you found something good," Woody begged.
"Now, Woodrow, when have we ever let you down, love?" Nigel wondered.
"You found something?"
"Of course I did," Nigel said, feeling dejected that Woody ignored his question. "Liver temp. says that she's been dead for 3-5 hours; making time of death around 5 to 7 a.m."
Jordan continued. "A single stab wound to her left side and powdery residue all over her torso, and that is being tested now. Nigel is working on tox screens and I am even more pissed off to inform you that she was raped."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. I took a semen sample that should be going to your crime labs."
Woody groaned just before his cell phone began to ring. "This is Hoyt," he said into the mouthpiece. A pause. "Great…Thanks, I'll be there in five minutes," and he disconnected. "That was Boston P.D. They say that they have Professor Collin Moon in one of the Interrogation rooms to get a statement."
Jordan never heard his name before. "Who is Collin Moon?"
"The guy who called 9-1-1, they want to rule him out of our list of suspects; care to join me?"
"Sure…I'd love to," she replied and didn't wait a second more.
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"Hello, Professor Moon, I'm Detective Woody Hoyt. I know that you didn't hurt Allison, but it's just standard procedure that you make a statement; so, with that said, can you tell us what happened when you found Allison's body?" Woody interrogated him.
"I was just walking along the beach when I noticed an odd shape on the rocks. I was curious, so I went to go investigate. When I saw it was a woman, I began to freak out. I had no idea what to do, so I did the only thing I could; I called 9-1-1," he replied calmly; a little too calmly in Jordan's opinion.
She was on the other side of the two-way mirror and saw everything that was going on inside of the glass. What she saw got her a little confused. He was acting way too calm for a person who just found a dead body as they were walking by on the beach. His grey hair laying perfectly flat on his head, glasses reflecting his emotionless eyes, and his facial expression was flat…there was no other word for it; it was just…flat. She noticed some scratches on his arm, as well. She finally snapped out of it when Woody asked the next question. "Did you know Allison Kleeman beforehand?"
"No," was all he said in his deep and aged voice which sounded almost evil. There was definitely something up with this guy. "The beach is really close to Boston University so I just go there to relax sometimes."
Jordan's cell phone rang. "Cavanaugh."
"Guess what, love? I've got that powdery residue we found on Allison identified; turns out its chalk."
Realization slapped Jordan in the face. "You mean chalk like the stuff that teachers use?"
"Yes, love. As in the chalk that teachers use."