Title:One Good Friend
Author: AthenaIceGoddess
Spoilers: not very many big ones, just a few from this season, a few from seasons past barely mentioned
Angst/Romance/Drama
Summary: Woody gets out of the hospital after being shot, and he goes into a dangerous downspiral. Can he get help before it's too late? WJ of course. With a quick appearance from JD.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own 'em. I just like to play with them every once in a while. I also don't own the title of the fic or the chapters. They're all from songs
A/N: Thanks for the reviews- sorry for making you cry!
Chapter 3
Jordan sat in her car outside Woody's apartment, and took a deep breath. She didn't know what Woody would think about her showing up at his place at eight o'clock on a wednesday night, and really didn't know what he would do now that it appeared that he was drinking.
"Come on, Cavanaugh. This is Woody we're talking about, Farmboy, not some hard ass drunk." She hoped. Woody had been different since the shooting, a changed man. Jordan just hoped there was enough of her Woody left in there to listen to reason.
She got out of the car and took the elevator up to Woody's floor, the fifth one. She knocked on the door and got no response. She raised her fist to knock again, but the door swung open, a bleary eyed detective on the other end.
"Hey, Woods. Got a minute?" He just stared at her. Ok, time for plan B. if he wasn;t going to let her in out of friendship...
"Uh, you forgot to stop by the morgue this afternoon to pick up the report on Michelle Santos, so I brought it to you." She stopped, uncertain, as he just continued to stare. God, he reeked of alcohol! Jordan wondered if he even recognized her.
"You said you wanted to get the case closed as soon as possible... Can I come in for a sec? It's chilly out here and my coat sucks." That was a blatent lie, it was actually quite toasty in the hallway, but Jordan knew she needed to get in the apartment to talk to him.
"Yeah." he said, opening the door for her and closing it once she got in and padlocking it behind her. There went any chance of a quick escape.
She dumped the file on his coffee table, narrowly missing a box of pizza that was about a week old and an empty beer bottle. Jordan wrinkled her nose at the smell wafting out of the open pizza box.
"Jeez, Woody, you aren't still eating that, are you? I think it's sticking to the box. You got anything to drink?"
"Beer and water. Look in the fridge." Woody turned his bloodshot eyes on her and crossed his arms across his toned, bare chest. "What are you really doing here, Cavanaugh? Come to drop off the file and bitch about my living conditions?"
He was definately drunk. Time for a confrontation. "No, Woody, I'm here because I'm worried about you. What's wrong with you, drinking on the job? You know that that's a quick way to get kicked off the force."
"Oh, like you really care! Why don't you just ran back to Pollack, reporter extrordinaire?"
Jordan walked over to Woody and stuck a finger in his face. "Yeah, that's it, bring Pollack into it just to take the heat off of you. And I noticed you didn't deny being drunk earlier today! Woody, what's going on? You barely ever drink."
Woody slapped her hand away. "That's none of your business. My life is none of your business, so just stay out of it!"
"It's my business if you get behind the wheel and go out and kill someone!" Jordan yelled back, fighting back tears. His life had been her business since he walked into hers, and her heart.
"Get out!" He yelled, anger flashing in his blue eyes. Jordan shrank back unconsciously. "You need help, Woody. And since you don't seem to hurried about getting it, I'll get it for you. I'll see you later." She turned andwalked out of the apartment, a plan already forming in her mind.
Everyone on the force, including the Chief, knew she and Woody were close. Everyone had to have noticed the change in Woody's behavior, so if Jordan maybe called the chief and told him that Woody needed some time off for personal reasons, maybe the chief would listen to her. Hell, the guy owed her big time for all the murder cases she'd helped close over the past five years.
It was just where she would take him that was the problem. Not her apartment, and certainly not his. Garrett owed her vacation time that she wouldn't take otherwise, so maybe getting Woody out of Boston was the best thing. Maybe bring him back to Kewanee, because Woody sure wouldn't go into AA meetings. Maybe the combination of his childhood home and Jordan's influence would help him get over this thing.
She had a few phone calls to make.
A/N: Sorry about the wait between chapters! Things have been crazy with exams and such. next chapter should be moer interesting, with Jordan bringing Woody back to Kewannee.