Authors note – This is just a funny one I had to write for my creative writing class. This is my first fan fic I've written on here because I didn't know before, I'm not technical. Please read and review.
Disclaimer- I don't own Jordan, Woody or anything related to Crossing Jordan but I do own the plunger
Jordan Cavanaugh had had a hard day of work. She was happy just to be lathering her long, curly hair with shampoo. She was looking forward to getting a nice dinner with Woody, then putting on her duck pajamas and crawling into bed. As she rinsed her hair she heard a sound coming from the kitchen. She stopped to try and figure out what it could be, Woody wasn't coming over till later for pizza. She heard the rustling sound again and now was freaked out. She turned off the water and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. She quickly grabbed the plunger from beside the toilet and quickly opened the door. She could still hear the rustling in the kitchen. She got ready to swing as she rounded the corner. The plunger connected with the side of the perpetrators head and knocked him into the fridge. Jordan was ready to take another swing when he heard her name. " Jordan, what are you doing, stop!" Woody said as he rubbed the side of hishead where the plunger had connected with it. "Oh my god Woody! What are you doing here, you weren't supposed to come till seven?" Jordan asked with a surprised look on her face. " I know, could you please drop the plunger?" He asked before he continued. " I lost my house key and I came to get the spare out of the drawer, but I couldn't find it and I started looking around." He explained. "Sorry." Jordan said caught between feeling sorry and wanting to laugh hysterically. " Can I ask you something Jor?" he asked still rubbing his head slightly. "Yeah, sure." She replied "Why a plunger?" He said laughing.