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XXXXXXXXXX"Ben how do we know that Dr Cavanaugh is still alive and that this isn't some trap to get another victim?" Ralph Malone, the hostage negotiator, asked.
The other end of the phone was silent for a second before they heard a gruff 'come here', a scuffle, and then Ben telling Jordan to say something.
"Hey Garret. Top of the morning to ya," she replied quirkily. Outside the building, neither Garret nor Woody were fooled by the facade.
"Jordan are you ok? Are you hurt?" Garret asked. Woody stood beside him and held his breath.
"No I'm fine. Really. Are you coming up?" she replied. Woody and Garret could both hear the undertone of panic in her voice that she had masked.
"Ya Jordan I'll be right up. Hang tight," Garret said.
"Will do," Jordan replied before she was torn away from the phone and Ben took over.
"No tricks," he began, his voice filled with menace, "Or your precious Dr Cavanaugh will be the next person on your list of autopsies." And then he hung up.
"He can't go up there alone. He needs a cop to go with him," Woody pleaded. He needed to see that Jordan was all right with his own eyes and would make any excuse to go up with Garret.
"You heard Ben. He's serious. He'll kill her and blow up that whole building if we don't do as he asks right now," Malone said. "But I'll make you a deal Hoyt. We'll hook up a inature camera to Dr Macy and that way we can see and hear everything that goes on up there. Does that work for you?"
Woody begrudingly nodded. He wanted to be in the same room as Jordan but since that wasn't a possibility, he would settle for watching on camera.
It was ten minutes before Garret was all set up to go in. The littlest pinprick of a camera had been attached to the top of his pocket on his dress shirt and would catch all images and sound that they needed. It would also give the bomb squad a chance to see exactly what they were dealing with and how they could go about getting Jordan out safely without blowing up half the building. When everything was set up, Garret went in.
He took the elevator up and walked to the crypt, silently surveying the scene around him. Jordan was sitting on one of the exaination tables, swinging her legs back and forth as though she was bored. But the expression on her face said otherwise. It broke Woody's heart to see her like that. He and a dozen other people were all crowded around the moniter, observing everything that went on.
The look on Jordan's face was one of sheer terror, mixed with instant relief when she saw Garret standing in the doorway. She immediatly got up and ran towards him, throwing her arms around the back of his neck. He held her to him, one hand softly stroking her long, dark hair, the other wrapped protectivly around her waist. When she pulled away, Woody could see that she had tears in her eyes.
'Dr Macy. What a pleasure," Nashal said from the other side of the room. "Well if this isn't just a lovely little reunion." He had a smirk plastered on his face that made both Woody and Garret's blood boil.
"Ben Nashal I presume," Garret said, taking Jordan's hand and walking her over to a chair. He placed her gently down and sat down in the chair next to her.
"You presume correctly," he replied smugly.
"Is there something you plan on accomplishing here tonight?" Jordan asked, her voice dripping with venom.
"Ummmm ... not particularliy no. I guess you could just say I was bored. You see, I made this bomb about a week ago and I had nothing better to do with it. So I decided to come here and hold you lovely people hostage. It also helps that you are the sons of bitches that put away my brother for killing his wife and son. Which, by the way, he is innocent of." He gave Jordan and Garret a grimmace and Woody could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he watched.
Jordan and Garret remained silent. "Felicia and Thomas Nashal. Wife beaten severly, blunt force trauma to the head. But that's not what killed her. She was left bleeding and unconcious for at least an hour before someone put her out of her misery. Rope was found tied to the stairs, right beside where Felicia's body was found. We figure the little boy was tied to it, watched his mother die, before getting his turn. He had three broken ribs, one of which punctured his lung. Was left on the floor for what looks like an hour before being shot excuction style in the back of the head like his mother," Jordan rattled off.
It finally clicked for Garret; he couldn't believe he hadn't made the connection sooner. That had been the case he and Jordan had been working on, the one they had just wrapped up. It was after they had both testified that Garret had driven her home only hours earlier. Felicia and her son Thomas Nashal, both found beaten and shot in their apartment. The husband had no alibi and it was bluntly clear that he had killed them.
"Your brother's epithelials and prints were all over the gun which was left on the kitchen counter. His shoe impressions matched the bruises on his sons body. He had no alibi," Jordan addressed Nashal. "Ben, your brother killed his wife and son."
Ben looked daggers at Jordan. If looks could kill, she would hae been dead. "I think it's time Dr Macy leaves now," he smirked. Jordan could tell that he loved having power over people and being in control.
"What!" Garret protested. "I'm not leaving without Jordan!"
"Garret it's fine. Just go," Jordan said.
He stood up from his chair shaking his head. "Stay safe," he whispered in her ear before walking to the exit. He stopped at the frame of the door and looked back into Jordan's face. But what both Ben and Jordan were oblivious to was the fact that he was stalling; taking the camera carefully off his shirt and sticking it to the frame of the door where everything could be seen. He gave Jordan a last, sad smile before walking away.
XXXXXXXXXX"Nice ove Dr M," Woody congratulated him as he rejoined the group by the camera screen. Nothing too eventfull had happened since Garret had left but he needed to ask anyways.
"How's she holding up?" he asked.
"Seems to be doing ok," Woody replied.
Up the in crypt, Jordan was starting to get scared. "So ..." Ben started. "Lets talk about Detective Hoyt shall we?" he asked, his usual smirk on his face. "You were pretty quick to choose Garret Macy when you were given the option of who you wanted up here."
Back down on the ground, Woody's heart pounded against his chest. His mouth got dry and he could feel beads of sweat starting to form on his brow.
"I've known Garret a long time," Jordan replied.
"But you would think that you would choose the man you were in love with to spend your dying moments," he grinned.
Jordan's face momentarily betrayed her when a flicker of surprise graced her face. But she instantly went back to looking nonchallant. "And why would you say that I'm in love with him? You've never even met him."
"Oh you know. I hear things. I watch you. I know that he was shot and that after that the two of you just ... stopped talking at all. For the most part."
Jordan was unnerved by the ammount he knew about her life and Woody was terrified. This subject always brought out the worst in Jordan and he was afraid that if she started mouthing off about how it was none of his buisness it would be the death of her.
"So what happened between the two of you?" he asked.
'That's none of your buisness," Jordan replied.
"Oh actually I think it is," he said, raising the gun and pointing it into Jordan's face. 'I'll tell you what. you tell me everything there is to know about you and Woody Hoyt, and I'll do something for you."
"Wht exactly can you do for me?" Jordan asked coldly.
He took a silent second to contemplate her question. "I can let you go."
Jordan took a deep breath before nodding. "Fine. Where do you want me to start?" She was extremely reluctant on talking about this but she figured that if it would save her life, she might as well.
"What happened when he was shot. Why all the sudden the two of you stopped talking."
"Because I told him I loved him."
Whatever Ben was expecting, it clearly wasn't that. On the ground, Garret and Lily, who had just joined them, looked to Woody in awe. He gave them a guilty smile.
"Excuse me?" Ben asked.
"When he was being wheeled into surgery, I told him I loved him."
"Then why did the two of you stop talking? You would think that when a man who's been in love with you for the past four years hears that you love him back, he would be extatic."
"You would think."
"So then what happened?"
Jordan took a deep breath before going on. "When he woke up, it turns out that he heard what I told him ... and he accused me of pitying him and that I only said it because I thought he was going to die. And then he kicked he out of his room, and his life. For good."
Lily looked incrediously at Woody with a look of pure loathing on her face. She popped him on the arm in anger.
"Woody how could you do that too her? You know how hard it is for her to open up and let peope in!" Lily vented. Woody just gave her another guilty smile.
"Wow. Now I only have one more question for you," Ben informed Jordan.
'And what would that be?" she asked with cold hatred.
"Do you still love him?"