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 11
Jordan snapped awake when the door to her cell-which was incidentally a trapdoor that came down from the ceiling, no wonder she couldn't find it- opened. Her heart jumped up into her throat, doing a happy dance all the way back down. Woody had found her!
She blinked in confusion when a skinny little man with a rat look about him descended instead of her tall, muscular detective.
He was carrying a tray laden with food and drink, the first real meal she had had since being kidnapped three days ago, and set it down on the floor in front of her. She smirked up at him. "Jeez, look at this. Room service! Better then Vegas." Her humour was wasted on the accomplice, who just sneered.
"Eat up, whore. I'm only keeping you alive until my master returns to kill you. He will want you to be fully aware when he slowly tortures you." The newcomer snarled, slinking back up the stairs.
"Wouldn't want to miss that." Jordan muttered, eyeing the food with a suspicious glare, but the rumbling in her stomach won over her initial uneasyness and she dug in.
The meal- stew with bread and cheese and water- was delicious after her imposed fast, but there wasn't enough to satiate her hunger completely, and she was still left weak and sleepy.
As much as she wanted to check out the trapdoor and see if there was a way she could trigger it from inside, she just didn't have the energy and slumped back onto the cold floor for another pain filled nap.
When she woke up again, it felt like hours, but she had no way to gauge the time in the dark cell with no watch or windows.
She tried to sit up, but a major wave of debilitating nausea hit her like a hammer and she fought down the vomit gthat rose in her throat. Her eyes rested on the tray, and it clicked: the bastard had poisoned her.
All that talk about keeping her alive was apparently just to placate her so she'd eat. But, she didn't know whether or not the poison was deadly. 'Maybe he's just trying to keep me-' She couldn't finish the thought, as her supper or breakfast or lunch rebelled and came up.
She wiped her lips, wishing for a glass of water to wash down the nasty aftertaste, but settled for scooting across to the other side of the room.
"Ohhh." Jordan groaned, feeling herself break out in a sweat. She raised her hand to check her temperature, and found that she was burning up. 'Okay, fever and nausea. What could this be?" She sifted through all the poisons she knew of and their symptoms, trying to figure out what he had given her.
Another wave of nausea interrupted her train of thought, and then she was so weak all she could do was lie her head on the floor and shiver.
Woody, find me soon!
Woody pushed himself even harder on the exercise bike, so sweat dripped down his face, staining his white shirt grey. He ground his teeth against the pain, and pushed for another couple of intense seconds, then pushed himself off of the bike and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel.
He took a swig from his water bottle, then threw it disgustedly onto the floor. Another day had gone by, and still he was no closer to finding Jordan. To be truthful- if only to himself- he was seriously starting to give up hope on ever finding Jordan.
But he wouldn't give up. He owed it to her to find her.
Christmas was fast approaching, but Woody wouldn't know it. Every christmas, he and Jordan would go out for a formal dinner, then go back to either apartment-they alternated every year- and open the few gifts they bought each other.
Woody was looking forward to tomarrow. The chief had agreed, after much persuasion by Woody, to let him have a little chat with the prisoner, and Woody planned on squeezing every little bit of information he could out of the scumbag.
A/N: I'm trying hard to be nice to my Woody character, but it's so hard after the last two eps... gah.