Sorry its so short , its nearly finised . Enjoy Plz R&R
Jordan was sitting in her office stairing at the unusually small pile of paper work on her desk. The last time she'd done this much paper work, Garret had threatend her with suspension if she didn't catch up.
"Jordan ?" Woody said softly from her door way. She hadn't even noticed him until he spoke. She stood quickly unsure what to do. She had been ignoring the turmoil inside her and couldn't bare to be reminded
"Jordan I think we need talk " his demeanor was soft and calm.
Jordan's was the opposite she was screaming inside .
"I can't, I have to …" she looked frantically around the room for an excuse.
"I have to go water my cactus, " she said picking up the nearly dead cactus Nigel had given her for her birthday. Woody stifled a laughed as Jordan pushed through the door.
"I know your there guys," Woody said to the four morgue employees standing around the cornor.
"Garret, do you still have that key to her place?" woody asked.
"Sure," he said removing the key from his key ring.
"I'll send her home in about an hour." he continued knowingly.
When Jordan returned to her office, Woody was gone and she had a very wet cactus. She sighed. He couldn't possible of heard her say it, he was asleep. She wanted to know what it felt like to actually say it. Now that she knew it could never happen, it was safe to admit it. She ran her hands through her long wavy hair. If she didn't stop thinking, she was going to go insane. The incessant ringing of her cell phone drove her back to reality.
"Cavanaugh," she answered abruptly.
"Um hello doctor. This is Mr Solice, you said you wanted to know when Jemma woke up? She's awake."
"That's wonderful. Do you mind if I come and see her ? "
"No not at all , please do. "
"Thank you. "
She grabbed her bag and walked into Garrets office.
"I'm gonna go visit the Solice girl them I'm gonna head home. See ya tomorrow."
" See you tomorrow, on time would be good, bye."
Jordan arrived at Boston general twenty minuets later. She opened the door to the ten year olds room to find her sitting up eating ice cream.
"Hello I'm Jordan Cavanaugh," she said as she walked towards the bed. The girl looked up and gave her a searching look.
"I'm Jenna, " she replied simply. Jordan smiled weakly. Now that she was here she had no idea what to say to the girl.
"Dad said your mum died too."
"Yeah when I was ten." she said as she sat down.
"It sucks. I cant believe she's gone.. " she said as she reached across to the bed side table and picked up a photo graph. She stared at it for a moment before handing it to Jordan. It was a photo of Jenna and her mother taken recently, yet Jenna looked different in the picture. Her eyes no longer held the innocent look of a childs, she now had this sad knowing in her green eyes. Jordan's eyes also had changed, when she had lost her mother.
"Jenna, what ever you do don't let the grief run your life. You end up running from everything, not just the pain"
Jenna looked at Jordan confused for a moment.
"Jordan, just cause we cant see them doesn't mean there not there or that they love us any less."
Jordan studied the young girl.
"There right here. No one can ever take them from us. " she said as she placed her hand over Jordan's heart. Tears now ran freely from Jordan eyes .
"Thank you." Jordan said simply. They sat together in silence and for the first time in days no thoughts filed Jordan's head. Some time later Jordan gave her a hug and left for her empty apartment .