It had been two hours and still no word from inside the building. The hostage negotiator had come as soon as the Boston PD realized what they had on their hands. He was the best in the field or so DA Walcott—who had come down as soon as she heard of the situation—had introduced him. Slowly the media had come down as well and soon it was a complete media circus, the only thing that seemed to be missing were the clowns and the cotton candy.
DA Walcott was introducing the hostage negotiator to Garret, "Dr. Macy this is Eli Anderson, he's the hostage negotiator and the best in the field. He's saved many lives and I'm sure Detective Hoyt will soon be added to that list."
"I hope so Renee," he said doing away with the formalities, "I just hope you don't just think of his as a statistic, he's more than that." He turned his attention to Eli, "So Eli what do you need me to do?"
"Right Dr. Macy I need to know how to get in and out of the building, blue prints are great but I can use your inside knowledge of the interior to my advantage."
Garrett continued to give Jim a detailed description of the morgue, the best way to get in and out and the like.
While they were discussing the inside interior, one of the police officers called out to Eli. "We got an incoming call sir, it's him."
The three of them ran to the phone, Jordan who was following all this ran after them.
"This is Eli Anderson who am I speaking to?"
"Brian…now that we got that out of the way, be a good boy and send up Jordan Cavanaugh."
"Ok Brian first I need to know about Detective Hoyt, how is he?"
"He's alive, unconscious but alive nonetheless. Now I'm not doing this whole talk-to-me crap. Just send her in or you'll find DetectiveHoyt dead," and he hung up.
"Brian! Brian," he yelled into the receiver but he had already hung up.
The three onlookers were waiting for Eli to speak, "Well he made his first demand."
"And?" Walcott answered.
"He wants Jordan Cavanaugh. Any idea who that might be?" he asked the three.
They were all shocked for different reasons. Jordan was able to speak first, "He wants me?"
Eli turned his head towards her, "You're Jordan?" he asked.
"Yeah," was all she managed to say.
"Well I was expecting a guy to be quite frank, but there is no way that I'm going to let you go inside."
Her anger and with it her courage began to rise in her chest, "well quite frankly it's not up to you anymore. It seems like he is calling all the shots now," she said while pointing her finger up. He needs me and I am going in." she turned around and were it not for Garret she would've walked straight into the building.
"Jordan hold on," he said while he held her by her arm, "do you honestly think I'm going to let you waltz in there like this?"
She looked at him outraged, "What! I don't believe this…"
"Shhh…Eli I want you to put a vest, a camera and wire on her," he said while looking into her eyes that began to moisten a bit. "Did you really think I wouldn't take care of you? You're my bestest girlfriend remember?" Now his eyes began to moisten as well, "I also know that if I stop you now you'll find a way to get in anyways. I don't like it one bit but I know when to back down."
Ten minutes later she found herself ready to go inside. Before she went in she found Garret, "Gar? Thank you. I don't know what I would've done without your help back there. I love you ok? In case I don't come back…" Garret started to interrupt her but she didn't let him. "No! Let me finish before I chicken out. I wanted to say sorry for all that I have put you through. I…I…I really appreciate all that you have done for me ok and I love you. Like you said you're my bestest girlfriend." She began to cry and he moved closer to hold her. They were holding each other like that until they Eli came to take her away. Before she left Garret whispered something in her ear and she gave him a smile.
In the elevator on her way up she was thinking about Garret's last words to her and how in this moment of sheer terror he made her smile. This is not goodbye. I need you to be my pain in the ass for at least fifteen more years…and then I'll retire. I love you, come back. She didn't know what to expect to find inside. She heard the elevator ding and it stopped. Her heart skipped a beat and another one when the doors opened and she found herself looking down the barrel of a gun.
The next thing she felt was an excruciating pain. She felt dizzy and her legs gave out on her. Time seemed to stand still, she felt herself being dragged but wasn't sure whereto. Her eyelids felt as heavy as stones to her. She had no choice but to close them. In the background she heard a noise, which turned into a voice.
"Dr. Cavanaugh nice of you to join us," then she heard laughter. It sounded evil to her, without emotion. The voice continued, "Woody and I have been reminiscing about the past and boy never in a million years would he have landed a woman like yourself back home. Well done Woodsman, she's quite a babe. I almost feel bad she's going to have to die."
Woody who had witnessed everything was trying with all his might to break free from the restraints he had awoken to and were it not for his gag, he would've screamed on top of his lungs when he saw the elevator doors open. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he realized he was completely powerless.
Brian who seemed to be enjoying what had unfolded immensely looked over at Woody. "Come on now! Where is you dignity? You're crying like a little baby. Shouldn't you be used to watching your loved ones die by now?" Brian smirked at him. He then decided to remove his gag. As soon as Woody's gag was removed he was verbally assaulting Brian.
"You fucking son of a bitch! Take me you coward; there is no need to bring her into all this. It's not too late…release her!" He barked at him. If looks could kill Brian would've died a thousand times over from the looks Woody was shooting him.
"Release her? No can do. I need to hurt you where it counts. See I can torture you and keep killing other people so we can continue this cat and mouse game, but I've come to the realization that she is the only one that can get to you through and through. It sickening really…the way you two are." Brian turned to look at Jordan who seemed to be unconscious still. "Poor thing she would have led a peaceful life if it weren't for you.
Woody knew that wasn't true, Jordan hadn't been happy since she was ten years old when her mother was murdered. The words still hurt him though, Brian was right… Jordan was the only one that could've hurt him the way he was hurting now; only this time it wasn't her fault.