Woody went back to the precinct to try and gather his thoughts, but it wasn't going well. He just couldn't understand what had happened today. Why had he seen those images of her, where they true for that matter. He reached up and slapped himself in the face trying to make himself focus. He had to find her no matter what, he just had to find her. If someone had torched her apartment building just to cover their tracks, killing 11 people, the bastard must be a pure psycho!
He hadn't slept for almost three days so he decided to lay his head down on the desk for a few minutes to get a little shut eye. In 30 seconds he was out cold and it wasn't long before the same old dream began to haunt him.
"Woody…Woody its me" she called. He could see her face. He began to reach for her as he always does in this dream, but this time things were different, she reached back and caught his hand. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her and held her like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't long before she began to pull away, he began to beg her…."Please don't leave me, Please, I love you"..a smile washed over her face. She leaned into him and gave him a passionate kiss and turned to walk away, he reached for her this time and she wasn't there. All he could hear was her voice…."find my brother, you find me….."and then he heard gun shots
Woody shot up out of the chair and nearly tore the room down trying to figure out what was going on. An officer that was walking by at the time ran in to his office to see what was the matter. He found Woody leaned up against the wall in the corner of the room with his hand over his heart trying to catch his breath.
"Detective Hoyt, are you ok". All he could do is nod ok.
He asked him again " Are you sure your ok, you look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I'm fine, I must have dozed off and had a nightmare or something…..it scared me half to death".
The officer shook his head as if he understood and walked toward the door, he quickly turned and asked Woody, "Do you smell perfume in here? I can even smell it out in the hall, that's weird"
Woody just gave him a strange look as he walked out his office door, he recognized the scent immediately, it was her, it was Jordan. He stood there and relished the smell for a few minutes, wondering what in the world was going on, but he knew she had been there, not in the sense he was used to but she had been there. He smiled to himself and he headed straight to the morgue to tell them who he thought had Jordan….his Jordan.