Author: AthenaIceGoddess
Title:Jumping In
Author: AthenaIceGoddess
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?
Chapter 4
Woody walked into the precinct early the next morning, into a flurry of activity. The office looked like a disaster zone, people milling around everywhere, talking on phones and shuffling paperwork. He looked around, wondering what had everyone in Homicide all worked up. The harried looking secretary spotted Woody and waved him over to her desk.
"Johnson wants to see you in his office, ASAP. He looked really mad." She said, giving him a sympathetic look. Woody rolled his eyes. His week was getting better and better. "Couldn't you just pretend you didn't see me? I'm feeling a little under the weather right now." He weedled, but she just shook her head.
"No can do, detective. You should get in there before his mood gets even worse." She advised, looking down to the stack of paperwork already covering her desk and muttering something he couldn't hear.
Sighing, Woody walked over to the chief's door and rapped it with his knuckles. "Enter." The chief's gruff voice answered. Do I have to? Woody thought, thinking about what would have the chief mad at him this time. He entered the office.
"Close the door." He ordered, and Woody reluctantly closed the door, his only means of escape if the chief was REALLY mad. The annoyance was visible in the chief's eyes as the detective sat down and waited for the yelling to start.
"Detective Hoyt, how did the press find out about the Jane Doe murders? And how do they know about our speculation that we might have a prostitute targeting serial killer on our hands?" His voice was deadly calm.
Woody held up his hands. "Don't look at me, Chief. I haven't even seen a reporter yet. And the Jane Does aren't Jabe Does anymore. Their names are Rain Stevens and Terri Blanchez. Jordan found out last night." He explained, feeling a surge of pride he tried to hide at Jordan's sleuthing skills.
Jordan. Her admission that she had moved on just proved that she didn't love him, she just felt bad that he might e a cripple. Who would want a cripple? Little did she know that he would make a full recovery. He was right to turn her away at the hospital, he now knew. He would move on, start dating again after Christmas and he got rid of his bothersome cane.
The chief looked up st the mention of Jordan's name. "Could miss Cavanaugh have leaked the information to the press? She's a bit of a loose cannon, from what I've heard." Woody shook his head adamantly, automatically coming to Jordan's defense. "No way. Jordan would never do that. She's a loose cannon, but she would never betray a case like that."
Chief Johnson gave Hoyt the fish eye. "Is there something going on between you and this doctor? Because if there is..." He left the sentence unfinished, knowing that Woody knew what would happen. Shaking his head, Woody shifted in the chair.
"No, sir. Never has been, and never will be. We fight like cats and dogs." The chief just smiled. "That's the way the best ones always are. My wife and I were like that, until we realized we were perfect for one another. Dispite what you say, you twp have known each other for quite a while. Maybe-"
"No, sir." Woody said firmly. "It would ever happen." Johnson shrugged. "Well, anyway. There's been two more bodies found in the park. One is a blonde, same MO as the others, but the other one is a brunette, a scientist by the clothes and ID we found near the body. You have to meet the ME there right now. Get to work on finding that killer, detective. The body count is rising."
Woody stood up. "Yes, sir." He left the office and the precinct, heading for the park with a sense of foreboding heavy in his stomach. He really didn't want to see Jordan, not right now, after their fight last night. He would just have to be professional. He could do that.
When he got to the murder scene, she was already bent over the first body, the blonde, speaking dispassionately into her tape recorder. She looked up at him as he approached, but quickly returned to her note taking, ignoring his presence behind her.
"Female, blonde, looks to be in her early to mid twenties, cross symbol burnt into her back. No external injuries that would lead to death." She straightened up and headed over to the second victim with a grim look on her beautiful face.
Woody almost did a double take when he saw the victim's face. Golden eyes, brown hair, small mole on the right side of a full mouth, she could have been Jordan's sister. JOrdan didn't seem to notice though, as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves and started her preliminary examination of the body.
"This one dosen't fit the profile of his former victims. He killed her second, maybe two, two and a half hours after the first murder, and brought her here alive. Looks like he killed her over there and dragged the body over here. But why?" She asked, chewing her lip.
"Why don't you leave that to the cops on the investigation?" Woody suggested. She turned to him, a smirk on her face. "Oh, yeah. You guys are doing a great job tracking down the killer." She snapped, whirling around and heading to the van as the victims were zipped into body bags and loaded on.
Bug looked at her quizically as she slammed the door, but Woody saw her shake her head as she started up the engine and pulled out.
Woody pulled on his own pair of gloves and looked at the brunette's identification, a key card used to get into a lot of the labs in Boston. Her name was Mary Richards, and she was thirty. She worked at PanTech, a pharmeceutical company specializing in botanical medicines and research.
PanTech would be his first destination, after next of kin were notified.
Next chapter: Jordan discovers something interesting during her autopsy of Mary Richards, and finds something in her apartment that shouldn't be there.