Here's the next chapter, sorry it took so long. Hopefully i can get the next post up sooner. Please enjoy.

Chapter Eight

Woody watched with wide eyes as the man's body crumpled to the ground. The impact of the gun to the back of his head had knocked him out cold. Hitting someone across the back of the head had never worked for Woody before, so he was a little surprised that the action had given him the desired outcome. Slowly he came completely out from behind the door and knelt down next to the body. He placed two fingers on the man's neck, checking his pulse. Satisfied that he was still alive he then reached over and took the man's gun…just incase he woke up.

Woody stood and looked towards the now open door. He was surprised at how hesitant he was to walk through it. But this is what he had wanted…to get out. He just wasn't sure that this was the way to do it. He walked through the door and up the dark and rusty stairs. He stepped lightly…on eggshells…he had to be invisible. Woody finally came to another door. The one that opened into the warehouse. He placed his hand on the door and took a deep breath. Every muscle in his body was tense…his chest tight, it was hard to breath. He was literally about to walk through the lion's den…with prime rib hanging from his body. He pulled his gun up in his left hand and held it ready next to his body as he opened the door.

The warehouse was full of shelves. Shelves that nearly reached up to the roof. When he and Jordan had first arrived the huge room had been dark, but now it was lit up with a blinding artificial light. There was no place to hide, no shadow he could blend into…that was definitely not good for him. The darkness would have given him some security, a sense of safety. With things lit up like this he was out in the open…vulnerable. He could hear the slight murmur of voices echoing across the warehouse…he didn't know how many. He was tempted for a second to retreat back into the storeroom and wait for rescue, but he couldn't do that.

The voices got louder as Woody walked closer toward the door…the one he had come in through. They were arguing about something. About the trucks, about the crates, and about the police outside. That small fact gave Woody some hope. If the police were outside he would bet anything that someone would come barging in at any moment.

Woody stood behind the shelves listening for a moment. He chanced a quick look around the corner and saw, from a distance, at least five men. Three of the men were packing the trucks with crates while the other two argued. Woody sighed. He would have to find another way out. He couldn't tell if any of the men were armed, but he would bet that they all were carrying a weapon of some sort. Woody started heading back the other way. He walked quickly this time, cautiously turning the corners searching for a way out. He had decided to stay near the walls, and he quickly slid along them, all the time scanning for danger. Woody stopped at the end of one of the aisles. He could see a door. Escape was within his reach…he was going to make a run for it. That's when he heard it. The distinct sound of a gun. The click was unmistakable.

Woody spun around and pointed his gun in the direction of the sound. A strongly built, and rugged looking man stood in front of him with a gun aimed directly back. Woody shifted his own gun in his left hand…he normally shot with his right. The man took a step closer and positioned himself to shot.

Woody prayed that his left hand was a good aim.

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Jordan sat on the curb across the street from the warehouse. Her head was in her hands and her elbows were rested on her knees. A single tear ran slowly down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. She refused to cry. She kept telling herself that Woody would be all right…he had to be all right. She looked up at the collection of people across the road. They were all running around and shouting at each other. Everyone seemed busy, but no progress was being made. Nobody had gone into the building, nobody had organized a team, nobody had even made contact with the people inside…Nobody had done anything. Her body felt jittery...uneasy. She had to do something...anything...she just didnt know what.

She felt a body sit down next to her. She instantly knew it was Garret without even looking. They sat there for a long time in silence, both lost in thought. Suddenly she felt a warm arm go around her shoulders. Garret pulled her body against his in a comforting embrace.

"He'll be okay" he told her "You know Woody." She didn't answer him. He was trying to make her feel better…this she knew. But right now the onlything that would make her feel any better was to see Woody walk out of the warhouse unharmed.

"He always manages to get himself…and everyone else out of these situations" Garret continued "He'll be fine" Jordan smiled at this. It was true. Woody was always there to help. Garret let his arm fall off her shoulders and placed them on his knees.

" I talked to Seely" he said. Jordan noticed that he said the man's name with a hint of disdain in his voice.

"And how is the good detective?" Jordan said sarcastically. Garret smiled slightly at her comment before answering.

"He told me he was trying his best to get Woody out"

Jordan scoffed quietly. If that man was doing his best then she was the next president. Jordan let out a sigh.She didnt know what had possesed her to kiss him...maybe it was the heat of the moment or the result of the adrenaline that had been running through her body...but whatever it was it had just felt right. A sicklynervous feeling rose up in her stomach as she thought about what would happen between them if he did get out. It would be awkward...she was sure of it. She would try to avoid him, and he would become frustrated with her for avoiding him. And they would end up having little to no contact with each other, both pretending as if nothing had happened,until the next intimate encounter. Thats what would happen...Thats what always happened. She shook her head slightly and forcefully told herself to stop worrying about it. The only important thing was getting him out.

"Come On Jordan"Garret said, interupting her thoughts"Let's get you cleaned up" Jordan looked down at herself and noticed that her t-shirt was still covered in Woody's blood. She quickly looked away from the stain…disgusted at the thoughts it provoked. She took Garrets hand and he pulled her up from the curb. It was then that Jordan heard a sound that made her heart stop.

The muffled gunshots echoed through the night's sky. Jordan's head snapped towards the warehouse…as had everyone's. The silence from the crowd was terrifying. Jordan looked around for the officer who had made the shots. She had frantically searched for someone…anyone who was holding a gun. But there was no one.

The shot had come from inside.