Chapter Three

Woody felt his eyes get wider and his mouth fall open slightly at her comment. He couldn't believe that this was her idea. Had she learned nothing from the experience they had gone through less than five hours ago?

"What?" he asked, then mentally kicked himself for sounding so stupid. He was grateful that Jordan seemed too distracted to notice.

"Help me up" she said in an ordering manner. When he didn't move she turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, her eyebrow raised in an expectant manner.

"Come on" she said "You cant expect me to be able to climb up there all by myself" This comment seemed to snap him out of his stupor, and he was finally able to voice his objection.

"No Jordan No…this is not a good idea. In fact this is a very bad idea…an extremely bad idea." He could feel the anger begin to rise up inside of him again, the anger that he thought was disappearing. His protective side had just come out in full force, and there was no way that he was going to let her climb through that window.

"We need to do something Woody…and this is what I'm doing. I'm getting us out of her" she was trying to reason with him. Unfortunately, Jordan wasn't very good at disguising her own anger, and she was raising her voice as she spoke. Woody noticed that it echoed off the walls and pipes.

"Not with my help your not" He said back, equally as loud. "I'm not going to help you get yourself killed Jordan"

"Fine" she shot back, her cheeks turning slightly red with frustration. "I'll do it myself" She turned away from him and walked towards one of the crates. He could hear her mumbling angrily under her breath. He couldn't hear her clearly, but he did catch a few words like 'unhelpful' and 'asshole', which he guessed referred to him. She tried to look through the gaps and into the crate, then knocked on the side a couple of times. The noise it made was dull and hollow. Woody frowned in confusion at her actions. He swore silently to himself that she had gone crazy. He watched her as she started pushing the crate towards the wall. She was going to stand on it and climb out. A strong panic come over him as he suddenly realized that she could indeed do this by herself. He hadn't counted on that. He had thought that without his help she would just have to sit back down against the wall and wait until someone came to get them. But no. She had to take matters into her own hands.

And he had to stop her.

oooooooooo

Nigel went through the folder again…this time slower. If anything could help them find Jordan and Woody, this was it. Garret and Seely both came up behind him and looked over his shoulder as he shuffled through the reports, crime photo's, and witness statements. Garret reached over and grabbed the pile of documents he had put aside and started going through them himself. A couple of moments later Seely did the same. Nigel rolled his eyes at them. The competitiveness between the two men was painfully obvious.

Nigel's eyes ran down the police report and over Jordan's autopsy. His brain quickly taking in the information. The Man had died from blunt force trauma to the head. He had suffered one broken wrist and many broken ribs. A photo revealed that his body was covered in bruises. Jordan had been thorough, as usual. Maybe too thorough. Something about this case had caught her interest. They just had to find out what.

The reports told them a lot of interesting details about the case. The man had been suspected of being involved in a huge fraud job. Maybe he was the inside man. He had done a good job too, nearly got away with it. Unfortunately for him, whoever he was working for had decided that he was no longer needed.

Nigel let out a sigh and threw the papers down onto Woody's desk. As interesting as the case was it told them nothing that could help them find their favorite detective and most valued ME.

"This tells us nothing" Garret said as if reading his thoughts "You got anything else Nige?"

"This was all I could find mate" he answered.

"Did you guys ever consider that maybe they've just gone out for dinner…or coffee. Dr Cavanaugh is probably back at the morgue right now" Both Nigel and Garret threw a glare in Seely's direction. Something more than coffee was going on, and they all knew it. Seely wasn't about to get rid of them that easily.

The young detective read their looks and put his hands up in defeat.

"Fine, you know what, if your that worried, I'll put an APB out on Hoyt's car" Seely sighed out irritably, and with that he walked away.

"Well…" Nigel said, after he had disappeared "Looks like the little worm can come in handy"

ooooooooooo

Jordan stood back and admired her work, her breathing slightly labored. Those crates weren't light but she had managed to push it up against the wall, under the window. She smiled slightly, pleased with her efforts. She didn't need Woody's help to get out of this place. She could do it all by herself. He can stay here and wait to be killed, but she was escaping. She climbed up onto the crate and took a good look out the window. She was eye level with the pavement outside. It was dark, and she noticed that the source of their artificial light had been a street lamp. The thought of where they were again scrolled through her mind. It looked deserted. There were no people, no cars…just dark old buildings that seemed as though they were ready to fall over.

She reached out her hand and pushed against the small window, but it didn't budge. She tried again, but there was still no movement. After more than a dozen pushes against the glass Jordan finally relented her efforts. She would have to find another way to open this window.

She heard a whispered chuckle behind her and recognized it as Woody's. She quickly spun around and was met with an arrogant smirk.

"Listen Hoyt…" she began, but her outburst was interrupted by a loud metallic bang. Both their heads turned towards the sound. Woody helped Jordan down off the crate as they stared in the direction of the noise. It was coming from behind the hugerusty door in front of them.

Someone was there.

Well there Chapter Three, hope you liked it. The next one will probably take a little longer, I've kind of hit a writers block, so please bear with me.