Author: AthenaIceGoddess

Title:Jumping In

Spoilers: Jump Push Fall

Angst/Romance/Drama

Summary: Just my take on what might happen post Jump Push Fall. Lots of WJ angst, so if you aren't a shipper... probably shouldn't read this one

Disclaimer: I own no part of Crossing Jordan. If I did, do you think I would be writing fanfiction?

Author's Note: This is my first CJ fanfic, so be make sure you r&r to tell me if it was great, horrible, want more... I can't tell if you don't review!

Chapter 2

Unforgiven

Woody tossed and turned, unable to get to sleep. He was haunted by the tears he had seen in Jordan's eyes before she turned away. Jordan crying was one thing, but Jordan crying over him? Maybe he was wrong about what she said. Maybe she did really mean it...

No way. If she did, she would have said it sooner, like when he gave her the ring last year. He was ready and willing to spend the rest of his life with her, but she wasn't ready. Now he saw that she just didn't see him that way, and he couldn't deal with just being 'friends' with her anymore.

"Damnit!" He hissed. Of all the women in Boston, he had to fall in love with Jordan. There was no way he was going to sleep tonight, so he got up to review the autopsy report of the Jane Doe found in the park two days ago.

He made a cup of coffee and settled comfortably on his couch, and read through the file. Most of it was basic, female, 30, 5'8, 120. Never had kids, good teeth. The details of the murder, cross symbol burned into the vic's back, hemlock poisoning, bound and gagged, brought a nagging memory to the back of his mind.

He sat bolt upright when he remembered. Ten years ago, a woman was found in the same situation. Murdered, with the symbol of a cross burned into her back, dead of hemlock poisoning. That one was a prostitute,and the killer was never caught.

Woody had to get this information down to the precinct. A serial killer might be on the loose.

Twenty minutes later, Woody was walking into the precinct. "I need to speak to the chief." He told the secretary, a thin, 20something blond, who paged him immediately. "Sir, detective Hoyt is here. He says he needs to talk to you." She said into the intercom.

"It's about the Jane Doe murder." Woody said impatiently. "About the Jae Doe murder." She finished, and the chief said he'd let him in. Woody went into Chief Johnson's office and waited for the chief to ackknowledge him.

"Yes, detective?" Johnson asked, clearly occupied with 'more important' things. Well, not for long. "Sir, you're familiar with the Jane Doe murder?"

"Yes. She was found in the park two days ago." Woody nodded. "Uh huh. Well, I was reading over the autopsy report, and the details brought to mind an unsolved murder that happnened a few years ago. Jane Doe, found bound and gagged in the park, with a cross burned into her back. Cause of death was hemlock poisoning." He said, pleased with himself.

That information perked Johnson right up. "I should have made that connection. We could have a serial killer on our hands. I suggest you work with that bright young Dr. Cavanaugh." He said, much to Woody's chagrin.

"Is that an order, boss?" He asked. "Does it have to be?" Woody's good mood vanished. "No, chief. I'll get on it." he left the precinct and went back to his apartment, dreading having to go to the morgue in the morning after his and Jordan's argument.

Woody walked into the morgue early the next morning, knowing right where to find Jordan. Finishing up an autopsy from what looked to be a car accident victim.

He cleared his throat, trying not to dwell on how beautiful she looked even in bulky scrubs. She started, obviously not expecting him to be standing there, her expression guarded.

"Detective. What are you doing here?" She asked, pulling off her gloves and getting the new guy to untie her scrub top. His heart did that thing where it jumped up into his throat and then plummeted to his toes when he saw the slim little t shirt she was wearing.

Wake up, Woody. You're swearing off Jordan. He thought, dragging his eyes back up to her face. "I have some questions about a murder committed a few years ago, and I was hoping you could help me."

She sighed. "Yeah, sure. You have a name?" Woody couldn't help smiling. "Woody Hoyt." She clenched her jaw to keep from smiling back. This was going to be difficult. "No, on the victim." She replied, pulling off her scrub pants to reveal a pair of worn jeans.

"No, she was a Jane Doe. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but since you're going to be working with me on this- if you want, you don't have to- I think you need to know. There are a lot of similarities between the Jane Doe murder you autopsied two days ago, and the one I'm asking about now."

"Such as?" Jordan asked, her interest perked at the chance to help solve an old mystery. "The cross, hemlock poisoning. The general position of the body and where it was found."

"That sounds like more than a lot. That sounds like there's definately a serial killer out there. But why did he choose the two Jane Does? Maybe they frequented the same spots..." Jordan mused.

"That's what we're trying to find out. I could use your help, I'm swamped with cases." Woody asked, hoping- even though he had no right to- that she would say yes. Luck was with him.

"Yeah, sure. I have some free time in the evenings, I could do some digging then." She offered, and Woody fought down a surge of happiness. He didn't want happiness with her anymore, he wanted...

Oh, hell. I can't even pretend... "Good. Well, I'll see you later, then." He said, walking away before he could do something stupid, like ask her to meet him later. Although she would probably laugh in his face.

I've really screwed up this time, Was all he could think as he left the morgue. He loved her, and any chance he could have had with her was gone.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm sorry this is so short, but I've been so busy lately. Thanks to my fellow goddess Keridwen89 for the spellings, and thanks again for all the lovely reviews! keep it up :)