"So, this coffee shop is just down the street?" Jake asked Jordan as they entered the elevator.
"Yeah, on the corner of the next block." She told him, "It's probably easier if we just walk, and come back for our cars after." He nodded as they got out of the elevator, and headed outside. Once they hit the street, they felt a cold wind hit them. Jordan pulled her sweater around her tighter as they headed down the street. Jake wasn't exactly sure where they were going, or how long it would be before they got there. All he could think about was if he should hold Jordan's hand or not. He knew that Jordan and the detective he was filling in for, Woody Hoyt, had been going out for something like four years, and they had recently stopped talking, so he assumed that Jordan would need some comforting, and he sure wouldn't mind. Whoever Woody was, he was lucky, holding onto Jordan for four years. She was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. And she was also smart he now knew, from the last few hours he had spent with her. He also knew that she didn't let people tell her what to do, which was why he was having such a debate about whether or not to make the move to hold her hand. "So, how long have you been in Boston?" She asked him after a few moments of silence. She didn't know what Jake was so deep in thought about, but all she could think about was Woody.
"Oh… Boston? I've been here a few weeks. I heard they were looking for a new detective here, so I decided to fly up, and see if I could get the job." He told here.
"How do you like it?" She asked, desperately trying to make small conversation. Jake decided to just go for it. This could be the perfect opportunity.
"It's great. So much fun." He said. At the same moment, he stepped the slightest bit closer to her, and let his hand touch hers. Jordan was surprised to feel the touch of his hand. She hadn't expected it at all. She didn't know what to do. This, she thought to herself, was exactly why she loved having Woody. Woody would have never done something like this to her, and put her in such an awkward position. If she pulled her hand away, she'd have to explain the whole situation about her and Woody to Jake, and that could take a long, long, long time, but on the other hand, if she did take his hand, and Woody heard about it, that would just be another problem for the two of them. She decided she couldn't take that small risk.
"Look Jake. I know you're new in Boston, and on the force, so you don't know much about me, but I sort of have a boyfriend." She told him, trying not to smile when she referred to Woody as her boyfriend. She glanced over at him, and he looked sort of crushed. It was a weird feeling for Jordan, turning down a guy other than Woody.
"Oh… sorry." He said, "I didn't realize you would have moved on so quickly…" Then he stopped himself. He didn't want to let her know that he knew about her relationship with Woody. She sure had moved on fast though. Finding a new boyfriend a week after she broke up with him?
"Moved on?" Jordan asked him, in a bit of a harsher tone. How would he know anything about her moving on? He had just moved to Boston a few weeks ago, and she hadn't known he'd existed before that night. She looked straight at him, realizing she had stopped walking.
"Well… I've just heard some things around the station. You know, about the guy that had the job before me. Some people just mentioned a few things about him, and you, to me. That's all." Jake told her quickly. Damn. Had he just ruined every chance of them even having a friendship? Yeah, he told himself, realizing he'd probably wrecked the chance of them being on the terms of friendly co-workers, who made small talk in the office. Jordan shook her head with a smile.
"You heard some things?" She chuckled. "Damn them. Half the people who work there don't know a thing about me, especially things about the guy who had the job before you, and me."
"Look Jordan, I'm sorry." Jake pleaded.
"I know, it's just, well, when we cross the street and are in that coffee shop, could you tell me exactly what people have been saying about me and him?" She asked with a friendly smile.
"Sure. Let's go." Jake suggested, smiling back. Maybe they could be at least friends after all.
"Maybe we should head to that coffee shop." Lily suggested. Jordan and the new detective had left about ten or fifteen minutes beforehand. Her and Bug had sat in her office and hadn't said much. Lily couldn't believe how the night had played out. First, she had helped Jordan and Woody patch things up, and then Jordan had helped her and Bug discover that they were both in love with each other. It was incredible. If only Dr. Macy would come back, things would be perfect. Lily just hoped that that new detective Jake didn't screw things up. She saw they way he looked at Jordan, and Lily knew Jordan wouldn't have asked if she and Jake could join her and Bug, unless Jake had asked her to do something, and she didn't want to do anything with him one on one. That was just the way Jordan was. Of course, Lily was a bit disappointed that her and Bug wouldn't be alone on their "first date", but I guess now, it wasn't really their first date. Lily couldn't count how many times she had gone out for coffee with Bug, Jordan, Nigel and Garret. This would be no different than that, really. Well, except for the fact that Bug actually loved her back. Everything was different now, but a good kind of different. Bug finally nodded, and she grabbed her purse. They left her office, and headed to the elevator. Bug could tell that for the first little while, things would be a bit awkward. Since he and Lily had discovered they actually loved each other, and this wasn't just a little crush, he wasn't sure how to act. Was he supposed to hold her hand? Or was he supposed to stand next to her like he always had? He almost laughed aloud after realizing the questions he was asking himself. He was being way too paranoid. They got out of the elevator, and Lily told him how her car had to be towed.
"We'll take my car then." He told her with a smile. She smiled back, and with that, they were on their way to the coffee shop.