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Woody woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing drilling into his ears. "Hoyt" he answered groggily. The voice on the other end of the phone was his chief . "DOA 32nd st Hoyt"
"On my way chief"
He told his boss as he scribbled down the addresses. Snapping the phone shut he threw it down next to him .
He felt like he had jackhammers pounding on his head . Slowly the events of pervious evening came back to him . The pub , her and that kiss.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed he took a sip of the water on the table and took an aspirin for the pain in his head . Woody walked out in to the lounge and froze. The draw where he had put the ring was slightly open. Realization dawned on him. When Jordan had got the aspirin out she would have seen it .The ring . He would know that he hadn't taken it back Why hadn't he taken it back like he said he would ? He knew why – he just couldn't admit it to himself. It hurt chasing Jordan and being constantly pushed away ; but it hurt more just giving up on her. Sighing he walked off to the bathroom to have his shower. Hopefully she wouldn't be the attending ME.
Jordan stepped out into the cold Boston air. slowly she started jogging as she did of Woody whenever she needed a break from her own thoughts. No thoughts troubled her for twenty minuets until her phone interrupted her peace. "Cavanaugh'
She answered slightly out of breath. "Sure Garret I'll be there ASAP" said briskly as she shut her phone and hurried back to her apartment .
Half an hour later Jordan ducked under the yellow crime scene tape and showed the uniform her badge. She was greeted by those crystalline blue eyes. "Woody" she said softly not meeting his eyes. "Dr Cavanaugh " he replied his voice void of emotion , as if were talking to a suspect not his best friend. Jordan couldn't tell if he could remember last night or not. Even if he did remember he seemed determined to ignore it. If that's the way you want it , fine Jordan thought to her self as she walked over to the victim. Silently she examined the body. "hi lov" Nigel said as he ducked his tall frame under the doorway. His voice brought her mind back from her work. Jordan turned and gave Nigel a meek smile. Reading her mood instantly Nigel thought it best to let her do her thing . "What we go ?" "Female between 20-30 COD appears to be a stab wounds the chest abdomen "she paused and looked down at her thermometer. "And judging by liver temp she's been dead about twelve hours". Nodding Nigel turned and said over his shoulder "I'll go talk to the cops " careful not to mention Woody.
"Hi Nige " Woody said sounding more tired that he had in weeks.
" how the head " asked with a slight grin
"as side from felling like I've been bashed around the head? I've had better nights" Woody smiled back. Chuckling softly Nigel turned to the uniform behind him and organized for him to come and help get the body back to the morgue " Ready to go " Nigel asked as Jordan stood from the body "yep lets get out of here" .
Twenty minuets later Jordan was dressed in her scrubs as she walked into autopsy on to start. "just got word from Woody. Our Vic's name is Caitlin Drew, 25 year old med student " "And soon to be mother" Jordan replied as Nigel entered . a grim look came over Nigel's face. "Three months , she may not have even known"
The two had finished the autopsy and were in trace by the time Woody arrived. "so what can you tell me ?" Woody asked a little too cheerfully "well it…"Nigel stated but Jordan cut him off "She was three months pregnant killed by single stab wound to the chest Nigel knows the details" taking quick breath she turned and left. Woody stood dumbfounded for a second. Where were the theories , the obsession , was Jordan Cavanaugh walking away from an investigation or just running away from him?
" So what's the story " Nigel voice called him from his thoughts
"Umm, well as far as we now our vic"
"not with that case, with you and Jordan " Nigel interrupted forcefully.
"Ah" was all Woody could say as he stared at his feet. Nigel face bore an expression of confusion and Woody's of pain. It seemed that neither man actually new what was going on. "it's a long and complicated story ; as everything is with Jordan " Woody sighed as he said the last part. His heart and head were battling. He knew that he couldn't go on like this . He had to move on . He to forget how her lips felt against his . He had to truly move forward– he had to get her out of his heart. Nigel saw the look confusion and distress that had come over the detectives clear blue eyes. "I'll have someone send over the reports " Nigel said softly "thanks, I needed to get out of his place" Woody said the confusion anger audible in his voice.
Jordan was beyond confused beyond scared and beyond tired. So she did the only thing she could do to help her cope- besides run. She threw her self into her work- and not just any work paper work.
It was late by the time Nigel was read to leave slouching from tiredness he walked to the elevator. A light in Jordan 's office caught his attention. Peering through the open door he say Jordan's head resting on the desk with her curly hair covering her face. Moving over so he stood in the doorway he called softly "bit tired love? " Jordan raised her head and looked at Nigel . her eyes were red and her cheeks flushed , it was obvious she had been crying. "what's the matter love" he asked stepping over the thresh hold. "matter? I'm fine" she replied in a voice that sound like she was trying to convince her self as well as him "darling you've been doing paper work for four hours- with out a gun to your head "Jordan's dislike of paperwork was that of legendary proportions. "really Nige I'm fine I think I'll just head home" Nigel gave her a searching look and the replied "why don't you let me take you home that way I won't worry" Jordan chuckled she was touched by the tall Britts concern. "really Nige I'm fine just a bit tried. Nothing a strong black coffee couldn't fix" "come on we'll go grab then " half sighing half laughing Jordan stood and grabbed her bag " ok fine you win" Jordan laughed . It was the first time she had smiled all day.
The pair walking briskly in the cool Boston air. They stopped outside a small Italian coffee bar. They sat in silence for a few moments staring into their cups. Jordan's held strong dark coffee; Nigel's held a slightly weaker liquid drizzled with honey. "Jordan " "mmmm" she responded as she took another sip off the dark liquid. "you going to tell me what's going on" "Nige seriously I'm fine there's nothing on " she said not moving her eyes from her coffee cup. Nigel gave her a stern look "love tell me " "about what?" she said trying to sound ignorant "about you and Woody" she had wonder if some one would notice the difference in their relationship. Their respective coldness she should have guessed that it would be Nigel. "it's a long.." "and complicated story? "Nigel finished her sentence for her. Jordan gave him a questioning look "Woody" Nigel said sipping his coffee. Jordan stared once again down into her cup and the dregs of her of coffee. "After my birthday, Aa..after the ring" Jordan started . she could barely contain the tears welling in her eyes. This expression of raw emotion worried Nigel even more , Jordan was one of those people who would hold everything in then blow up. Nigel reached out and grabbed her hand "it's ok love"
"that's just it Nige its not "she paused trying to gain control over her emotions "I'm scared I've lost my best friend." Even Jordan was shocked that she was actually voicing her thoughts "The man that I lo.. " before she could finish he dissolved totally into tears. Nigel sighed he knew how bad Jordan was hurting and he knew how far earth she'd come to admit it to her self let alone try and say it. "he's right we would probably kill each other in a week if we ever did get together " "pfff come on Jordan every person on the earth thinks you two were made for each other " "ha ,every one but him. I've caused more pain for him than I'm worth " she said a silent tears ran down her face. "Jordan , Jordan look at me" any one who can live through what you have and accomplish what you have is worth all the tears in the world – and all the love. And if Woody's to proud to give that little but more then he's the one that's causing more pain than he's worth." A slight smile came over Jordan's face. Standing her said "come on lov I'll take you home" they walked out of the café with Nigel's arm comfortingly over Jordan's shoulders
Half an hour later after taking and exhausted Jordan home he flicked his phone open and dialled Woody's number. "We need to talk " "fine I'm home come join the party" Woody replied sarcastically his words slurred.