AN: This story doesn't really have a timeline according to the show.
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Like the Hearse, You Die to Get In Again
The van careened off to the right after the nose of the car had left its mark in the driver's door and twirled to face the road it had come from. The intersection was blocked.
The airbag deflated, Woody got out of his car, a little stunned. He shook his head trying to regain his balance from his dizzying trip. That car had been going fast, running a red light. All he could hear was the sound of squealing tires. People started getting out of cars, getting on their cell phones. A man ran up to him. His ears popped.
"Are you alright?" Woody held his spinning head.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
People around him were screaming. Some were talking to 9-1-1 operators. As he walked among the people, Woody only caught parts of their words, "On the corner of—a black van with—I think… trapped—Please hurry—the man is—Come quickly." He suddenly snapped back to attention.
He looked to the other vehicle. "Boston City Morgue," he read aloud off the side of the black van. "Oh my God," he cursed, gaining his mind again.
He ran to the side of the van and busted through the crowd of people. "Get out of my way," he exclaimed his voice broken. Was it Garret, Nigel, or, his furiously beating heart skipped, Jordan? His head pounded. Sirens were screaming up the street.
His eyes wide, he held his mouth, immobilized on the spot. He felt physically weak and sick. He fell to his knees gagging on his uncontrollable tears. His thoughts disconnected from what was going on around him, "Her face, oh her beautiful face. Her fragile body. Blood; caked in her hair. Not moving." Woody screamed agonizingly.
Strangers gathered around him. Some cried at the sight. A man, screaming and crying hysterically in the middle of the street beside a van with a woman trapped inside, a woman he knew. Some tried to comfort him but he was beyond reassurance.
Emergency vehicles peeled around the corner as bystanders moved to the sidewalks, an ambulance, a police car and a fire truck. He looked up as they began working the door to the van. They tried to revive the woman but to no avail.
"She's alive!" one of the EMT's exclaimed. A small snake of relief trickled down his back. The firefighters came forward with the Jaws of Life, to pry the metal of the van apart.
A member of his own team approached him, "Woody," it was Seely. Woody looked up to him as if he were the angel of death. Seely only offered him his hand, pulling him up from the concrete, giving him a shoulder to lean on. He led him back to the patrol car, opening the passenger side door; he offered him a seat.
"You know the drill?" He assumed.
"Yeah," Woody muttered. He stared at the concrete, the white lines painted cleanly onto the cement. He could not bring himself to watch the progress they were making with the van. Her life lay on the line and he was helpless this time. Of all the times she had gotten them in trouble, he had helped her out. This time was different.
Seely took a statement from Woody. He recalled the events as if they were a dream. Did that really happen a few minutes ago? Woody wondered. He took a deep breath and said, "I was turning left, my light was green. Hers was red." What was wrong with her? Jordan is usually a cautious driver. His thoughts were tortured. Anybody else would have checked for traffic, I only saw the green. Why didn't I check?
"Alright, listen, not that I don't believe you, but I'm going to go take some witness statements alright? Are you going to be okay here?" He asked.
Why is he so concerned? Woody thought. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I have some calls to make."
He took his cell phone and stared blankly at it. He looked up at the wrong moment as the EMT's carefully placed Jordan's body onto a stretcher, and rushed her into the ambulance. He stood running toward the scene. "Which hospital?" He yelled at the ambulance driver.
"Massachusetts General!" He replied quickly. With a flash of sirens and a loud honking, they were off, leaving Woody in their dust.
Shaking, he felt as if his heart was on the pavement and somebody had just stepped on it, squashing the life out of him.
He looked at his cell phone, dialing the number and taking a deep breath, he waited for the phone to stop ringing, "Max? Yeah, it's me, Woody…"