I finally started writing another story. Thanks to everyone for the great review for my first story. Hope you all enjoy this one.

Disclaimer: I dont own Crossing Jordan...unfortunately.

Sudden Realization

She sat on the concrete floor with her back against the cold brick wall. The room was dark and moist. She could just make out the water pipes that were snaked around the ceiling. There was a small window on the wall to her left. The artificial light from the street lamps outside poured dimly through it. They had both already tried to look out of it, hoping to find that help had arrived. But their efforts had proved to be a waist of time. And energy. Jordan could feel her eyes becoming heavier. She wondered again, for the hundredth time, how long they had been here for.

She shifted on the ground, trying to get comfortable, and chanced a subtle glance in his direction. He had started pacing again, up and down the tiny room. The creases on his forehead told her that he was desperately trying to find a way out of the mess that they had gotten themselves into. And it was one hell of a mess.

Garret would know that she was missing by now. Or at least she hoped he had. She had told Nigel that she would be back in half an hour. It had to have been at least three hours since then. Garret would have torn the city apart by now trying to find her. She let out a long heavy sigh. It was so cold that her breath came out in a small cloud of fog. He looked over at him again. He had changed from pacing the room to sitting on a crate, tapping his feet quickly on the floor. He hadn't said a word to her for hours. She knew why. He was mad at her. She hadn't listened to him when he had told her it was dangerous, and now he was mad at her. The tapping of his foot had become faster. He was becoming more anxious by the second, and his nervousness was making her nervous. She was about to forcefully tell him to stop before shethrew her boot at him, but he stopped suddenly and the room was again filled with an un-nerving silence. His unexpected action caused her to take another look at him. She found that he was staring right back at her, a death stare dominating his face. She looked away trying to ignore his icy blue eyes.

He had stared at her before. Many times. She would feel his eyes on her while she finished her paper work, or while she was doing an autopsy. He would look away quickly when she tried to meet his gaze…but sometimes she would be quick enough to catch the look in his eyes. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it sent shivers through her body. Hot shivers that started at the base of her neck and made their way down to her toes. It was these times when she felt something more for him…when she knew that they had never been just friends. And it scared the hell out of her.

But this stare was different. This stare was cold and hard. And it was causing her to become extremely uncomfortable. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to tell her just how much trouble she had gotten them into. He wanted to tell her that she shouldn't have followed him. He wanted her to know that she should have listened. And he was right…she should have. But she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was right. So she avoided his eyes, looked up at the tiny window, and waited.

"What do you mean you don't know where they are?" Garret all but yelled into the phone. He had been trying to find Jordan for the last hour and it seemed like nobody knew where she was. The morgue was going crazy and he needed her help. They were already short staffed and he couldn't have his best ME go missing.

Garret sighed and put the phone down. The precinct had hung up on him. He had called them thinking that Jordan may have been there with Hoyt. Those two were always working on a crazy theory…or at least that's what Jordan said they were doing. But she wasn't there, and neither was Woody. Seely had said that he had gone missing too. They hadn't been able to find him for hours. This information had made Garret anxious. Both Woody and Jordan had gone missing, and nobody could contact them. He would expect that from Jordan…she seemed to be very skilled at disappearing without a trace. But not Woody. Garret could guarantee that Woody would have called if he could. And he hadn't. Something was wrong.

"Hey boss" Nigel poked his head into his office "You want to grab a bite to eat with me and Bug?"

"Ah…No thank Nige" Garret answered still occupied with the whereabouts of Jordan. "Hey Nige" he called before the lanky man disappeared. "Have you seen Jordan around?"

"Ah yeah" Nigel answered "I think she was heading down to the precinct for her daily visit with a certain detective." Nigel waged his eyebrows suggestively, oblivious of the fact that there was a problem.

"How long ago was that?" Garret continued. Nigel looked at his watch and quickly did the math.

"About…three hours ago now" Nigel looked up at Garret. He was beginning to worry. "She said she would be back in half an hour." Garret nodded at this and picked up his phone again. Nigel slowly walked into his office as he re-dialed the number for the precinct.

"What's going on?" Nigel asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know about the trouble Jordan had got herself into this time. Garret looked up at him, a grim expression on his face as he answered.

"Jordan is missing"

Well there it is.Not too exciting, but it will get better, i hope.I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible.