Takes place early in season 5 after Jordan and J.D. have begun dating. This is my first fanfic-please read & review. I do not own anything Crossing Jordan.
"I'm telling you man, this is the life" Jordan Cavanaugh said to the man laying beside her on a lounge chair.
Her boyfriend, reporter, J.D. Pollack looked over at her with a half smile before once again glancing back up to the clear blue sky overhead. "I'm with you on that one" he said in his adorable Australian accent.
After their weekend together in Martha's Vineyard, Jordan had begun to feel even more comfortable with him. When he told her he would be leaving to go assignment in Cancun she had insisted on coming with him. J.D. had been reluctant to bring her along as he was working, but somehow Jordan had managed to get her way. Now here they were two days later laying on the beach in the sun enjoying a few margaritas.
"And to think we could be back in Boston freezing our butts at this very moment" she said. Jordan's mind slipped away to her friends and colleagues back at home. She wondered what they were up to this very minute. She especially wondered about one very dark and brooding detective who could definitely use the sunshine & drinks.
If at all possible Woody had grown even more distant in the past few weeks that she had been spending time with J.D. Whenever he came to the morgue on a case, he made a point to ignore her and work with the other ME's. She could not even remember the last time they had a conservation that involved more than a handful of words and lots of uncomfortable silence.
"Jordan! Hello earth to Jordan!" J.D. was trying hard to get her attention. "Have you heard anything I've said in the last few minutes?"
"Sorry, I must have zoned out there for a minute. Maybe I've spent a little too much time in the sun today."
"Well, try not to let it happen again" he said only half-joking. "You were so desperate to come with me and I feel like only part of you is here on this trip."
"It's just so hard to leave my work back at the morgue with someone else. I can't quite seem to stop thinking of my cases and hoping everyone is doing everything they can to solve them. Don't tell me you would have an easy time forgetting your stories if the situation were reversed."
"Every now and then I can shift my mind off work and on to something else" he said as he leaned over to kiss her. She kissed him back and tried to focus all of her attention him, but every time she would kiss J.D. she would begin to think of Woody and wonder if he was thinking about her. Just then, J.D.'s cell rang. He pulled away from her and answered. After a brief conversation he hung up.
"I'm sorry Jordan. I have a lead on the story and I've got to go."
"What was that you said about being able to shift your mind off work?" she joked.
"I'll only be out for a few hours and then maybe we can have a late dinner. How does 8:00 sound?"
"Fine by me. I'll head back up to the hotel in a little while."
J.D. stood up and leaned in to kiss her good bye. Jordan watched him walk away and her thoughts shifted back to home and Woody. Try as she might she couldn't help but wish that she was here with Woody. If he was here now, he wouldn't be running to work. Woody would want to spend his time with Jordan. She imagined all the fun things they could be doing. Maybe even hitting up a karaoke bar like the last time they were in L.A. together. The time they had almost kissed. If only she hadn't taken that phone call. Maybe just maybe things would be very different.
All these thoughts of Woody were bringing Jordan down. Here she was in paradise with a very attractive man who seemed to really care about her and all she could think about was what might have been.
Jordan gathered her things up and headed back to the hotel for a quick nap before getting ready for her date with J.D. later on in the evening.
Little did she know, J.D. would not be meeting her for dinner that evening…something had come up, something not good.
Det. Woody Hoyt was thoroughly disgusted with himself. Woody had developed a bad new habit since the shooting. Drinking. He hated what alcohol and drugs had done to his brother Calvin's life and did not want that happening to him. But, it did seem to make the long nights since the shooting pass a little more easily. He had not moved from his barstool other than to get up and use the restroom for some time now. After only a few hours of sitting by himself and countless beers later, he knew it was time to head home even though it was not very late. Home felt so empty these days now. Woody had lived by himself since moving to Boston but had always had a large circle of friends to keep him company. Now no one seemed to want to be around him. Not without good reason though. He had managed to push Jordan away after the shooting and had regretted his decision ever since. Jordan's friends who at one point had been his friends too stopped speaking to him unless they had to soon after that.
Woody had thought she wouldn't give up that easy as it was not her style, but she had already moved on to another guy. Why now was she able to have a relationship with someone? He had waited four years for her and this new reporter had known her only a few weeks. Now they were vacationing together again in Cancun. He knew this by the gossip he overheard at the morgue. Woody tried not to spend too much time down there now. He was always scared he'd have to see the happy new couple and lose his temper which had a short fuse nowadays.
Woody slid down from the barstool and stumbled a little bit. He hailed a cab home and started to pass out in the back seat. The cab driver jerked to a stop in front of his apartment building and Woody woke back up. He tossed some bills at him without saying anything and stumbled inside. After walking through the doorway he slid on to the couch and immediately passed back out without even bothering to undress. He dreamed fitfully of Jordan and how she no longer needed him in her life all through the night.