As soon as she heard he was still in the building her heart started racing. She looked Garret straight in the eye and was practically yelling at him for answers. "What do mean he's still inside!"

He was aware of the depth of her affection for Woody. It was all over her face. Her eyes were welling up with the tears she was fighting so hard to hold back.

"Garret", she said almost in a whisper, "what do you mean? The building was evacuated just now."

Garret for a second didn't know how to break it to her. It was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Jordan just listen ok? They did all they could, it was impossible to get him out, I'm really sorry."

He had called her as soon he got out of the building himself. He knew they were friends of some sorts so it was only right that he called her. Now he was wishing he never made the call, he saw how it was hurting her, knowing that he was still inside possibly never coming out again…alive.

She kept revisiting the phone call over and over in her head. Jordan, come to the office, Woody's in trouble. That's all it took to set her heart racing, expecting the worst but not prepared for what she came to know. He was inside…all alone or so she thought.

"Garret I don't understand, since when does homicide deal with bombings?"

He had neglected to fill her in after he saw the condition she was in, "sorry I should have filled you in. The guy holding Woody hostage…"

She cut him off, "What! He's being held hostage…what…I mean how?"

"Jordan let me finish first. I know this is difficult for you but you need to be strong…do it for Woody." She nodded. "As I was saying, Woody was working on a homicide and apparently the guy upstairs with him is the prime suspect in the case, that's all we know for now. Woody had come to the morgue for the preliminary report…nobody saw what was coming next. He was waiting for him Jordan."

"Oh god," was all she could say for the next five minutes. After she had regained her composure she wanted to go inside, to Woody. "Garret please I have to do something."

"Getting yourself killed Jordan? It's out of the question. Come on be realistic we were all evacuated out of the building. There is no way there going to let anyone in, and besides he wouldn't want you in there."

Inside the building Woody was trying his best to get out in one piece. He knew his captor very well; in fact they had been childhood friends. That all seemed so long ago now, so long ago it seemed like a different lifetime. He didn't know when or why things got so bad for his captor, but he needed to find out and do it fast.

"Brian," he was surprised he remembered his captors' name. "Hey talk to me man. We've taken things far enough now don't you think?"

Brian turned to face him now. His eyes that used to be so full of life seemed so dark to Woody. Woody almost didn't recognize his voice when he began to speak. "Enough Woody? It can never be enough. What do you know of enough! At the first sign of hardship Woody you left." Brian barked back his voice dripping with disdain.

"Hey man just calm down, you know that's not true, that's just not true," he repeated as if saying it a second time would convince his captor or himself for that matter.

"You left us without even looking back," Brian said in softer tone. He sounded broken.

"What do you mean? I visited..."

"You visited?" Brian scoffed, "No you visited your no-good brother. We were forgotten as soon as your plane landed. Well you know what? I hope she was worth it seeing as how we're both going to die here."

"Wait, what? What do you mean she?" Woody asked although in the back of his mind he already knew.

"She Jordan Cavanaugh she. Why do you think I choose this place?" He let out a laugh that gave Woody the chills. This definitely was not the Brian he had left behind. Brian continued, "I actually was expecting her at work today but change of plans. It doesn't matter she should be here by now. I think I've given her enough time to get here. What do you say we invite her up to join the party?"

Before Woody could protest Brian took a swing at him leaving him unconscious.