Authors Note: Sorry its so short,the holidayshave takentheir toll on me. Translation:A hangover is no muse. I will update soon, I promise. I know where I am going with this but at the moment I am not quite sure how I am going to get there. So bear with me and puh-lease review.
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own them. Sigh.
The night had started with a call from Sarah. She was going to be in Boston for a teacher's conference. Sarah was his High School girlfriend and Woody hadn't talked to her, well since high school. She had gotten his number from Cal; he made a mental note to blame this whole thing on his brother. He did think that it might be a nice change talk to someone that didn't work for the Boston PD or the ME's office. And it was fun, for about the first five minutes; then he remembered how ditsy she was. When he ordered Buffalo wings as an appetizer she actually looked him straight in the face and said "Are those really made of buffalo?"
He chuckled at the memory of the look on her face. He sighed. He knew Jordan would think that was hilarious, and when she found out that the girl was a kindergarten teacher she would be almost in tears. Jordan. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to fix the mess he had gotten himself into. Then he thought about Sarah who was still in his bed, he hoped she had fallen back asleep after the Jordan fiasco. He didn't really want to deal with talking to Sarah right now. All he wanted was Jordan; he didn't give a damn about Sarah. The only reason she was in his bed right now was because he had a few too many drinks after the Buffalo wings. He stood up in search of his ringing cell phone.
Fifteen minutes later he had left Sarah a note to let herself out and he was on his way to the crime scene.
"Good morning, Woodrow." Nigel greeted.
"Morning Nige, what have we got?"
"Jane Doe, late fifties, appears to be a hit and run. Two early morning joggers found her lying here. I would put time of death at around midnight. I'll know more when we get her back to the morgue."
"Thanks Nigel, I'll see you there." On the way to the morgue all he could think of was Jordan and what he would say when he saw her. Woody had no idea this wasn't going to be the everyday hit and run case.
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