A/N this thing has a mind of it's own. I swear I'm as surprised as you are.
(Five minutes before it was explained.)
She woke up slowly, her eyes taking in the unfamiliar room. She had instinctively reached her hand out towards the left side of the bed. It was empty. She tried to remember something, anything. All she could think of at first was the hospital that morning. Then slowly things started coming back.
"Woody?" She called out almost frantically.
"Hey Buttercup!" The familiar voice that answered only concerned her more. "It's okay, you're okay."
She looked up his dimpled smile.
"Where am I?"
Calvin Hoyt smirked, running his hand back through his hair just like Woody.
"Kawanee my favorite sister-in-law. Kawanee."
(Fifteen minutes before it was explained.)
Cal sat on a chair in the corner watching her sleep. If he would have said he was surprised when his brother called in a panic yesterday morning, that would have been an understatement.
"Calvin. I need you." Woody had yelled after he had said hello.
"Woods?" He struggled with what to say next. What do you say to someone who told you to get out of their life less than two years ago.
"Listen Cal. Please Listen. I need you to meet me in Ohio. Now."
"I'll see what I can do but I don't know if I can get a flight-."
"No! Calvin!" Woody's voice was starting to scare him. "You can't fly. You have to drive. You can't tell anyone. Just get in the car and start driving to Ohio."
"Woody? It'll take me-."
"Ten hours, I know. I'm meeting you half way."
"Woods? What the-."
"I can't tell you now." He snapped before lowering his voice. "Look Cal, you are the only person I can count on to do this. I swear Calvin it's the most important thing I will ever ask you to do. Now call me at 321-555- 3864, from a pay phone, when you get to Ohio.."
"Okay." He whispered repeating the number under his breath as he wrote it down.
Okay? What was he thinking? Okay. Not, what the hell? Not, are you crazy? Not, is this illegal? Just okay and he'd started driving. Only his brother could make him do something like that.
He heard her starting to stir on the bed and looked up. How the hell was she going to react to this?
(Twelve hours before it was explained.)
Woody pulled behind the truck stop and waited. He looked at her asleep in the seat next to him. He ran his fingers across her face and tried not to think about how he could be making the biggest mistake of his life.
He watched his brother's pick up pull around the corner. He got out slowly looking around. Cal hopped out walking over to him with out saying a word, just like he'd asked him to.
"Now are you going to tell me what the hell's going on here?"
"No." Woody whispered. "The less you know the better. So don't let her tell you either. Don't ask."
"Her?" He walked Calvin over to the passenger side of the rental car and let him look at Jordan.
"Take her to the farm." He told his younger brother firmly. "No stops… I mean none. You have to use the bathroom, find a bush. Gas, you use this at the pump." He handed him Nigel's credit card. "No stops."
"Woody?" The detective rubbed his face and looked at his brother. He was staring at his hand. "That's.. Dad's wedding ring."
"Yeah." Woody breathed looking at it again.
"When did you get-?"
"Seven hours ago." He told his brother opening the door to the car and pulling Jordan into his arms and walking towards Cal's truck.
"Woody you've got to tell me something!" Cal opened the door for him and he settled Jordan into the seat and buckled her in. He moved the hair off of her face and kissed her. She barely stirred.
"Here's what I'm going to tell you. She's sick." He handed call a black bag from the trunk. "She took a sedative a few hours ago. She could be out for a while. She had…" Woody closed his eyes not knowing what to say. "She had a.."
"Woody?"
"She had a miscarriage this morning." Hefinally told him swallowing hard. Cal's mouth fell open. "There's.. Everything she needs is in here. She knows when to take what when. But Cal watch her when she does.. I mean.. she's-."
"Wait.. where the hell are you going?" Cal asked almost frantically.
"I've got to get back. Nigel can only stall them for so long if they find out I'm gone." He looked at his watch. "I have to go." He put his hands on his brother's shoulders. "No stops. Talk to no one. Take her to the farm." Cal nodded. He only seemed momentarily surprised when Woody pulled him into an embrace. "Please Calvin. You have to keep her safe." He broke away and went back to his car, glancing quickly towards the truck. Never looking back at his brother.
(The night before it was explained.)
"Jordan?" She didn't look away from the window. She hadn't asked him one single question and it was starting to scare the hell out of him. "Sweetheart?"
He reached out and turned her face towards him, feeling the dampness of her skin.
"You okay?" She nodded slowly, he wondered if it was the emotional upheaval or the Vicodin that made her like this. "Honey, I need you to hold this together. Just for an hour okay?" She nodded.
"This isn't how I thought it would be." She finally spoke in a wistful tone. He reached out for her hand.
"Me either." He stroked her fingers with his thumb. "We'll fix it when all this blows over." He heard her sniff sarcastically. That was better than silence he thought. "Jordan?" Her eyes slid to his. "You trust me?"
She moved her head to his shoulder nodding again. He sighed in relief as they crossed the Vermont border. The second part of his plan was going to fall into place.
(The morning before it was explained)
Matt Seely had seen the look that crossed over Jordan's face when they hadn't see a heartbeat on the ultrasound, he never wanted to see a look like that again.
Her eyes had been vacant after that. Woody's had moved spastically around the room. Matt had let him uncuff her when the doctor performed the D&C. Matt had sat outside the door.
"She's going to be out of it for a while, Detective." The doctor told him when he asked if he could speak to her.
"About nine weeks, Lily." He listened Woody on the phone in the corner. "No, no don't come, she's.." He rubbed his hand across his face. "Lily, I promise you can come see her later. I need to talk to Nige." Matt watched Woody look around for a more private place. "Nigel.. yeah I will. Nigel.. uh huh. NIGE! I need your help." He ducked into the stairwell. Matt tried to decide if he wanted to follow him or not.
(in the stairwell.)
"Are you alone? Get that way." Woody waited "Nige. I need a car. Something untraceable. It needs to be in good condition. Good enough to go a long distance." He rubbed his hands across his face and waited. After what he felt was way to long he heard Nigel's voice again.
"Woodrow, I'll have something parked behind the hospital in thirty minutes. They'll be a packet in an envelope on the seat and the key's will be inside it."
"Nige I don't need new identities or anything. I'm coming back. I just need to get Jordan out of here for a while."
"I know right? And you need to be untraceable. You need the packet."
Woody waited the half hour in the hallway looking out the window before he made his way back into Jordan's room.
"Matt can I have some time alone with her?" He asked managing to sound calm, even with his heart jumping out of his chest.
"Sure man.. I'll.. I'll call the station." He stood up and walked out. His eyes meeting Woody's for a little too long.
He waited until Seely was gone. Waited until the end of the hallway was quiet.
"Jordan? Sweetheart?" She rolled her eyes open and looked at him. "We have to get you out of here."
"Woody?" She looked alarmed. "You can't do that you'll loose your job."
"Shh. Come on." He picked her up slowly, reaching for the aftercare bag they'd given him. He'd already filled her prescriptions, he already had her bag from his trunk. She laid her head against his chest.
"Woody, I.." She started to cry again.
"This isn't you're fault." He told her again. "You didn't know."
He looked out into the hallway again before slipping through the door and down the back stairwell out the door and into the car Nigel had made appear.
(When it was explained.)
"Kawanee?" The last thing she even vaguely remembered was Woody lifting her from the car in the dark. She had known he was talking to someone. But Cal? "Where is he?"
"Back in Boston by now." He looked at her. "Jordan?"
"I'm-. I'm a suspect. We-. We got married so he wouldn't have to testify against me." She said in confusion.
"That's not the only reason you got married Jordan." Cal said sounding like Woody.
"I was going to turn myself in. He said I needed to-." He'd said nothing about Kawanee or Cal or leaving her. She felt the dull ache in her body become sharper bringing her back to reality. Her face must have changed because Cal jumped to his feet and grabbed a bag off the dresser. "Here.. Woody said you'd know what to take when. I'll-. I'll get you some water." He rushed into the bathroom and returned with the water as she moved the pills into her hand. He looked at them intensely. "He's afraid I'll take the whole bottle, isn't he?" Cal started to argue but she put up her hand and raiser her eyebrow. "He knows me too well." She smirked at Cal handing him the three bottles. "Give um back in five hours." She wondered how long Woody had wrestled with having to turn over Vicodin to his drug abusing brother.
"Jordan.. I'm sorry about what happened."
"The alcohol poisoning , the murder, being framed, the miscarriage or the marriage?" Cal's face fell. He didn't know everything. How like Woody not to even trust his own brother enough to explain. She looked down into the bag, pulling out a piece of paper with her name in his handwriting.
Jordan.
Trust me. I'm going to make this right. I love you. This wasn't your fault, you didn't know. I love you. Watch out for Cal.. remember Mary Alice McKensy. I'll come get you as soon as I can…
love
your husband
(scary huh?)
She looked at Cal, tears coming to her eyes again.
"Hey." She noticed again how much he sounded like Woody. He sat down and put his arms around her. "It's going to be okay, Buttercup." She laughed.
"He'd kill you right now." She choked out.
"Yeah.. Yeah.. Mary Alice McKensy… I know."
