Jordan's week had gone by perfectly. Martha's Vineyard was amazing, one of the most romantic weekends ever spent. In the back of her mind, Jordan could not let go of the thought that something was wrong. This guy was not quite right. Not to mention it wasn't the right guy. Several times throughout the weekend she kept wondering what Woody was doing, but brushed aside the thought since he was still being an asshole. But Jordan still knew Woody was the right guy and this one was a rebound, a filler, temporary only.
Jordan and her new boy were having dinner at a local restaurant. Everything was going great and then…
"Hey Jo, pass the salt." He said.
"What?" Don't call me that! You can't call me that!" Jordan exploded at the sound of her nickname reserved for Woody and Woody alone.
"I always call you Jo, Jo." He said stunned.
"No, nobody but Woody calls me Jo." Jordan argued, getting defensive.
"Is this a joke Jo? After everything we've gone through?"
"We've been dating for like a month! We haven't gone through anything!"
"What about the shooting? Riggs? Didn't you mean what you said?" He asked, getting angry.
Jordan was freaked out to say the least. "How do you know about that? Who do you think you are?"
He stood and hit her, hard.
"We're through. Stay away from me newspaper boy." Jordan shouted and ran out of the restaurant holding her face, leaving a stunned, oblivious small crowd behind.
The next day, Jordan was sent out to an alley to pick up a victim. Woody was the detective on the case. As Jordan was walking from the car to the scene, someone grabbed her arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" her now ex-boyfriend whispered menacingly.
"Away from you! To do my job! Take your pick, just leave me alone! We are THROUGH! Don't you understand that?" Jordan screamed in agony.
"Hey Jo. We need you by the body. Excuse me sir but the lady asked you to leave and clearly wants no part in you so kindly oblige or one of the many officers here will do the honors." Woody stepped in, placing his hand on Jordan's back for comfort and security-for both their sakes.
Jordan smiled up at him and moved closer, to feel safe once again in the arms of the only man who could ever protect her.
As they walked back to the crime scene, Woody glanced behind him at the retreating figure. "Are you okay Jo?"
"I am now, thank you Woody. I'll be okay." She smiled a bit as he called her Jo, his nickname and his only…