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 12
Woody resisted-barely- the urge to crack his knuckles in anticipationas he stared at the man who had Jordan held hostage somewhere. Luckily for Steven, Woody was behind one way glass, and couldn't see the bloodthirsty look of death he woreon his face.
"Hey, Hoyt, you're up. Just so you know, I've gone temporarily blind and deaf, so... do what you have to do." The guard told the detective, winking,but Woodyjust smiled a humorless smile and entered the room. The prisoner barely looked up, just started laughing as he recognized Woody.
"You must be here to beat you'r girlfriend's whereabouts out of me. You might as well just turn around right now, because you'll get nothing out of me." Steven said in his deceptively soft voice.
Woody took the seat across from him and propped his feet up on the table. "No, I'm not here to beat the information out of you. That would probably lose me my job." He put his feet on the floor and leaned over the table, an intense light burning in his eyes.
"But,I guarantee you, if you don't tell me where Jordan is, we'll have to let you go. Word of a priest who gave up information to a cop isn't all the substanciel. If that happens, five minutes after you're out the door, I'll be handing in my badge and gun and be on your ass. I won't need a gun for what I'll do to you." Steven's eyes had gotten as huge as hubcaps behind his thick glasses, just the reaction Woody was looking for.
"Now, as for what I'll do to you when I catch you..."Woody stood up and went to stand behind Steven, bending to whisper in his ear. "...we'll let you image that. It'll be ten times worse when I actually get you. So, when you want to have a nice chat, you can tell the gentleman outside the door. You have a nice day, now." Woody pounded on the door, and when the guard opened it, he stepped through and shut it behind him.
"Leave him in there for about an hour, let him think over what I told him. In about twenty minutes, he'll be asking for me. I'll be in my office." The guard looked at him with new respect, nodding.
Woody sat down in his office, and his gaze fell on the phone. Lily was probably worried sick right about now. She deserved an update.
He picked up the phone and punched in her number, doodling on a spare scrap of paper while he waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" Her normally calm voice sounded harried. "Lily, it's me. I-" He heard her gasp on the other line. "Oh my god, Woody, did you find her? Please tell me she's standing beside you right now." Woody sighed.
"Sorry." A yell from the morgue interrupted what he was going to say. "What's going on over there?" He asked. A faint growl from the other side told him all he needed to know. "Sloakum. I swear to God, Woody, if Garrett doesn't get back here soon, you might be bringing me in for vehicular homicide. I'm this close to waiting until he's going to his car, and... wait, I shouldn't be telling you that. How's the investigation coming? Any new leads?"
"Well, I just finished with the guy who kidnapped Jordan. Some one should be coming to get me right about..." He glanced at his watch, and couldn't help but grin as the secretary knocked on his door.
"Now. I've got to go, but don't worry. We'll have her back at work in no time." Woody hung up, wishing he could believe his own lies.
"So, Steve- you don't mind if I call you Steve, do you? Too bad. Anyway, you're ready to talk?" Woody said, leaning against the wall, trying not to smile too smugly as he waited for the zealot to spill his guts-before Woody spilled them for him.
Steven smiled softly. " I will give you the location. It doesn't matter anymore, your girlfriend is already dead. Oh, you didn't know about my accomplice? That's too bad for Ms. Cavanaugh, that your detective skills are lacking." Steven stood up. "Tell me, detective, how does it feel to know that your incompetence has killed the one you love?"
It was like someone had opened up Woody's veins and poured a mix of molten lava and pure adrenaline into them. Before Woody could stop himself, he had the prisoner by the throat, and was slamming him up against the wall with no small amount of force.
"If she has one split hair on her HEAD I will kill you!" Woody slammed him again. "Where is she!" When he didn't reply, Woody increased the pressure on his neck, making him gag.
"Hoyt! You're going to kill him!" A detective burst into the room, trying to pull him off, but Woody held on with superhuman strength, blue eyes boring into Steven's corrupt soul.
" M... Hou.." Steven gasped out. "What was that?" Woody loosened his grip a bit, allowing Steven to talk. " A trapdoor under the rug in the living room leads down into a cell. She's there." Woody dropped him on the floor and ran for the door.
"It doesn't matter! You're too late, Woodrow! She's dead!" Steven yelled after him, but Woody didn't hear.
Hold on, Jordan! I'm coming for you. Just hold on!
A/N- I apologize again for the wait between chapters, so I hope this was worth the wait. Thanks to all my reviewers! And I'm not sure if it's called 1 way or 2 way glass, I just guessed.
Next chapter: Will Woody get to Jordan in time to save her? Or will he be too late?